Thirty-eight and twenty-four wolf's tooth arrows are no threat to Cheng Li. Because they weren't fired to hurt people at all. The goal of their existence is only to restrict Cheng Li's actions and prevent him from dodging and evading.

But Cheng Li didn't plan to dodge. He stood still, like a mainstay, letting the arrows fly past him. Immediately after, he made a sudden move. Five fine black lights cut through the sky, chasing the stars after electricity.

Throwing knives!

At the moment when the lightning was not in place, the five jet-black flying knives condensed with dark matter were impartial, and they happened to collide head-on with the five Fang Tian painting halberds thrown with all their might. Don't look at the flying knife is only more than three inches long, but Fang Tian's halberd is two feet long. But once a conflict broke out between the two sides, the flying knife smashed Fang Tian's halberd in a single game!

The five Fang Tian Painting Halberds, whether they were wooden halberds or iron halberds, exploded into tens of millions of debris at the same time in an instant, flying sideways and splashing in all directions. At first glance, it was like a storm of death suddenly descended from the sky.

Cheng Li didn't dodge. Because these debris would not have hurt him in the slightest. In the same way, they did not dodge even the fire, because the armor they wore on them was even stronger than the shell of a tortoise.

These fragments of wood and metal have the power to smash a person into a hornet's nest. But striking the golden and silver armor only brought a crisp tinkling sound at most.

The first wave of attacks was in vain. But then, Cheng Li needed to deal with the second wave of attacks in the front arrow formation. In a flash of thunder, the Zhangba Wujin spear came out of the abyss like a poisonous dragon, and stabbed straight at Cheng Lizha.

A few days ago, at Zhao Guogong's birthday banquet, Cheng Li also fought with Lianchenghuo. At that time, Lianchenghuo had indeed shown that he was capable of surpassing the first-class masters. It's a pity that in front of Cheng Li, he was defeated after all.

However, even after losing such a time, Lianchenghuo obviously still did not lose confidence in himself, and even threatened that he would definitely be able to win back a city in the next encounter. At the time, many people thought it was strange. Lianchenghuo has clearly used all his strength in earnest. But he was defeated. So why did he think he could win when he fought again?

Here's the answer! It's on top of a war horse that flies with its hooves and chases the wind and lightning. It turns out that Lianchenghuo riding on a war horse and Lianchenghuo without riding a war horse are two people at all, and they are completely different.

Lianchenghuo is not only superb in marksmanship, but also even more exquisite in equestrianism. At this moment, the strength derived from the horse's gallop at full speed seems to be condensed on the tip of the spear. The power of this shot is almost incredible. Even top masters like Yuan Infinity and Zhu Shunshui probably wouldn't dare to face this explosive stab head-on.

Just as the white horse passed by, in a fleeting moment, Cheng Li suddenly moved half a foot to the left side. The Zhangba Wujin spear swept past Cheng Li's nose, and stuffed a smell of pig iron that looked like burnt iron into Cheng Li's nose. But this incomparably powerful shot, after all, was a fraction of a millimeter, and it was lost by a thousand miles, and it failed to strike a single blow.

The war horse sprints, misses the blow, and then flies away, never stopping for a moment. So despite the miss, Lianchenghuo just continued to urge the horse to accelerate, continued to sprint forward, and passed by Cheng Li.

But the crisis didn't end there. Because what Cheng Li had to face next was the ten knights who came one after another. Among them, the first five people held Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the tip of the halberd trembled endlessly, and they had already aimed at the five fatal points on Cheng Li's body. Even if Cheng Li could avoid one or two of them, it would never be possible to avoid all five Fang Tian Painting Halberds.

At the moment of the decisive battle of life and death, Cheng Li always maintained an almost cold calm. , compared to the gnashing of teeth in the fire, or the shouting posture of the eighteen horsemen of the rotten silver, it is so disproportionate. But only a true master can understand how terrifying the explosive power contained in this calm is.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, Cheng Li shook his arms, and the black gas swept and emerged out of thin air. The Dark Matter Arm Armor instantly reappears. He couldn't help but say something, and made a brazen move.

The rabbit rises and falls, and it is dizzying fast. In the blink of an eye, five knights with halberds swept past Cheng Li like a whirlwind. Immediately afterwards, the next five knights also killed. The five knights lowered their center of gravity sideways, and slammed the gourd hammer and bamboo whip at Cheng Li, the target of the kill. With just one blow, even a large stone like a millstone will still be smashed to pieces.

Hardly anyone can see what is happening in this short period of time. It is only known that the figures of the two sides overlap each other, and then staggered apart. Immediately afterwards, the eighteen cavalry of rotten silver completely broke away from the battlefield, followed the city fire, and rushed to a distance of thirty zhang.

Liancheng Fire Control Horse slowed down, turned the horse's head, and once again aimed the head of the Zhangba Wujin Gun at Cheng Li. The Eighteen Horsemen of Rotten Silver who followed behind him changed formation at the same time, and wanted to launch the second stab charge again. However......

The screams erupted suddenly, tearing the sky apart! The wails were filled with negative emotions such as panic, fear, despair, and pain. Magma erupted like a volcano, not only boiling, but also burning enough to burn people.

In the miserable howl, the ten knights who passed by Cheng Li just now were all cut in half, even with people and horses. The war horse was cut horizontally along the midline of the body and was killed on the spot. The ten knights had only their legs cut off at the knee. Although his life was saved, he became a cripple. What Fang Tian painted the halberd golden gourd hammer bamboo whip, they all fell to the ground one after another, falling into a pool of blood, splashing a little red blood flowers.

Cheng Li stood majestically, the two sharp blades on the left and right arm armors were each retracted like the minions of a fierce beast.

"If someone sees three knives, people can't see them, and if someone sees them, they are like broken strings!" The three knives with broken strings that were transformed from the executioner's method of killing prisoners on the execution ground are by no means as subtle as the Heavenly King's knife for slaying ghosts. But it is used to break the battle and kill the enemy on the battlefield, but it is more practical than the Heavenly King Ghost Slashing Knife.

In particular, the three knives with broken strings have absorbed and fused the sword techniques in the Fusang martial arts, and they are more and more biased towards the environment of the battlefield battle array. It just so happens that Cheng Li is also a master of Fusang's "Liusheng Erxinliu". Therefore, when using this broken string three knives to deal with a relatively low-level enemy, it is indeed handy, and killing the enemy is like chopping melons and vegetables.

Under the golden mask, the pupils of his eyes suddenly contracted sharply, feeling both anger and heartache. You must know that this rotten silver eighteen horsemen was cultivated by him with great effort. He is his most trusted personal soldier. When the battle situation on the battlefield is deadlocked, as long as these eighteen horsemen are dispatched, they can immediately exert a powerful force that will make a final blow and completely establish victory.

But at this moment, with just one charge, the eighteen horsemen had already lost ten people. Although the ten people did not die, they who lost their legs and were crippled for life were obviously useless. The loss of the eighteen cavalry of rotten silver is more than 50 percent! How can Lianchenghuo not be angry? How can he not be heartbroken by it?