The Buddha is just one, the immortal is also one, and the saint is gone. I don't know, if I know, I can't. - Nalan Mountain Moon

The border of Youzhou, Liuyue City.

The leader of the Black-Armored Cavalry was killed by Asur, and the armorers were stunned and then roared with red eyes and hideous faces, and their servants flocked to Azul like a tidal wave.

They wanted to avenge their ruler with their own hands, and Azul turned around his horse and looked around, all of them were human figures, all of them were swords.

Under the red sunset sun, Azule seemed to be unable to hear the noise around him, and the sounds of fighting and screaming disappeared from his ears.

The only sound of his own heavy breathing in the vast wilderness was, like thunder, and the sound of his heartbeat like a war drum.

Azule frowned and lowered his body with red eyes, clutching the slippery hilt of the Great Han Sword in his hand, and his wolf-like gaze swept around the black-armored figure that pounced on him.

He no longer knew how many people he had killed, he had cut through the enemy line three times, and from front to back, his horse was full of fallen corpses, but he did not have a trace of fatigue, and there seemed to be endless strength pouring out of his body.

Several more men rushed at him with swords in hand, and Azule laughed maniacally, and rushed forward again with his swords.

Azul kicked away the dead corpses in front of him, and the long knife came out of the corpses of several people in mid-air with a bloody glow.

He turned around without pause, holding the knife in both hands and pushing it out with all his might, and the blade burst into the chest of the war horse behind him in an instant.

The huge momentum of the war horse galloping forward has not disappeared, and he pushed the whole long knife into the chest of the war horse himself, and pushed the knife-wielding Azule back a few steps, Azule smiled hideously and held the big cold on his side and pulled it out instantly, and the bright red blood of the war horse sprinkled all over his body, like a demon returning from hell, extremely terrifying.

Azul let go of the hilt of his sword, thrust the slippery Han back into his waist, picked up a black armored cavalryman's spear underground, and stabbed forward with one arm, the sharp head of which pierced the throat of an enemy who was rushing towards him.

"Come on! Come on! Kill me! He turned his head to look around and yelled.

No one can describe the roar, like a beast that had been suppressed for centuries had finally escaped from its cage, with a roar of murderous intent and hidden excitement.

None of the black-armored knights around him answered him, as if they were stunned by the figure of someone who didn't know if it was a man or a demon.

Azule held the gun and spun it left and right in place, and as far as the eye could see, countless black shadows rushed towards him, and then ran away from him in the blink of an eye.

The retreating black cavalry warriors blew three short and one long horns on horseback, and no matter the only cavalry or foot soldiers left on the battlefield, everyone was urged by the sound of the horn and fled towards Liuyue City with all their might.

The grass in the wilderness had been trampled to rot, corpses were everywhere, low-lying blood was trampled up by horses' hooves, fences were knocked down, military tents collapsed, and the Black Riders threw torches and turned everything they could into flames.

The sense of fear had already made his body tremble, enveloping Xiao Wu, he couldn't remember how many people he had killed, it seemed that every time he killed someone, the fear in his heart faded a little.

At this time, he also gasped and looked at the retreating black-armored knights, and then looked at the blood-red figure, he couldn't help but be a little dazed, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, but the next scene had already made him stunned, and hurriedly patted his horse and followed.

The blood-red figure moved, driving the fiery horse under him, as fast as lightning, and rushed with a spear like a bolt of lightning.

"Did I tell you to go? Shall I allow you to go? ”

The figure drank in a deep voice, the killing intent in his eyes reached its peak, and the shouting was full of undisguised anger.

He thought it was a farce, more like an offense to the king, and a clown with a knife in his hand tried to attack the king, but after suffering from it, he gave up halfway, wagging his tail and praying to retreat.

But the king had not yet said that they could retreat, and that the king's wrath could only be washed away with blood.

"Die!" , he had already rushed to the black-armored cavalry formation behind the palace alone, and behind him was a white horse righteous servant like silver light.

The black-armored cavalry fled in panic, they watched the bloody devil killing frantically, but they couldn't give birth to a trace of resistance, all they wanted was to escape, escape a little farther, avoid this devil who harvested his life.

The only hundreds of sergeants in the baggage battalion of the Black Armored Cavalry had been killed by the White Horse Righteous who followed them, and they were like islands in a tsunami, already isolated.

After Xiao Wu patted the horse and followed, all he could see was the enemy, the enemy, and the enemy!

He was scattered by the fleeing black-armored cavalry, but no one tried to chop the thin boy off his horse, they just wanted to flee back to the city.

Xiao Wu wanted to find Azul, who had fallen into madness, but no matter how loudly he shouted, he couldn't hear Azul's answer.

The low sound of horses' hooves came from behind one of the black-armored cavalry commanders, and he turned his head in horror, and the figure on the horse rode a spear with an indifferent look, and swung it violently, the sharp tip of the spear swept towards his throat.

The spear, which was one foot and two feet long, was driven by the man's strong arm strength, and let out a sharp whistling sound, sweeping out a fan like a fifteenth full moon, and there was only a trace of inevitable frustration in people's hearts.

The black-armored cavalry commander tried to swing his sword with all his might, and slashed out against the barrel of the spear, but his body was almost chopped off the horse by the huge force carried by the spear.

However, a scene that made the black-armored cavalry commander despair appeared, the spear head spun out, but the headless gun shaft shook in the air, and swung it back again.

At this time, the black-armored cavalry commander was ruthless in his heart, and there was no luck in his heart, he gritted his teeth and took a quick step, and the long knife in his hand provoked and slashed at the bloody figure.

But he misjudged and took a step that sent him to the next assault of Asur, whose gun whistled and struck the vest of the black-armored cavalry commander.

The black-armored cavalry commander only felt that the heart-protecting iron mirror under the soft armor of Qiu Leather seemed to make a roar like a bronze bell, and the huge force seeped from his skin into his internal organs and rushed straight into the bone marrow.

The black-armored cavalry commander spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, and rolled off his horse with the vigorous rolling from the barrel of the gun, his body was already paralyzed, and he twitched silently.

Xiao Wu wondered if he would die under these black-armored cavalry soldiers who had gone out of control, but he hadn't found Azul yet, and he didn't know if Brother Nian was injured.

"Brother Nian! Brother Nian! ”

Someone shouted his name in his ear, but the voice was very subtle, as if separated by a light veil.

Azul couldn't hear it very clearly, he felt as if he was being cut off from his surroundings by something, everything was shielded from him.

He felt the terrible beating in his chest again, and one after another, in addition to the violent heartbeat, there was a strange and strong rhythm that gradually controlled his body.

It was something, beating like the heart, but far more terrible than the sound of the heartbeat.

It was two completely different rhythms, as if they were about to tear his body apart, and it was as if two people were swinging their fists at different frequencies and smashing his internal organs from the inside.

The bloodthirsty and furious desire still drove him, he longed for blood from the bottom of his heart, longing for killing, Azule's eyes closed for a short time, "Get out!" He shouted as he opened his eyes suddenly.

The clarity that he had won with all his might made Azule suppress that desire, his eyes lit up, and he wiped the scimitar on his hand with the scimitar at his waist, and the momentary pain suddenly suppressed the terrible rhythm.

Azul only felt that his whole body was much lighter, and the impulses and desires seemed to be hidden in his body, and they disappeared.

"Brother Nian, you are here, I finally found you!"

Xiao Wu was pale, and his chest rose and fell violently because of exhaustion.

"I just called you, why didn't you respond to me?"

"It's you...... Are you calling me? ”

Azule opened his eyes tiredly and glanced at Xiao Wu, who was in the dust.

"I'm calling you right here, shouting so loudly that you don't even look at me there." Xiao Wu pointed to the war horse of the black-armored cavalry commander in front of him, and the distance between the two was no more than a zhang.

"I seem to hear it, but something seems wrong with me!" With his hands on his horse's back, Azul now felt the tiredness that made him lose consciousness.

"What about the enemy?" , Azul's face was painful, and he forced his mouth to speak.

"Already, there are no enemies, Brother Nian!"

Xiao Wu scanned the tragic battlefield with a frightened gaze, and there was no black-armored cavalry standing on the huge wasteland.

A cool evening breeze blew across the field, carrying a heavy smell of burning blood.

A column of black cavalry carts slowly drove towards the gate of Liuyue City, and Azule leaned on the cart tiredly, he could no longer ride his horse, and the white horses on both sides sat on the horses and meticulously guarded their king.

As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere, overlapping each other. The blood was sucked dry by the dry ground, and the ground was bright red.

The spear pierced his chest from the back of a black-armored soldier, who was half-kneeling facing south, his head hanging deeply, as if praying to the king.

In the center of the battlefield, a two-zhang long iron spear was deeply inserted into the soil, and the head of the spear pointed straight to the sky was holding a human head without a blind eye, which was an ancient bloody ritual in Hanzhou.

It was the head of the leader of the Black Cavalry, who had been found by the White Horse Servants and inserted into the iron spear that Azul had used for the last time.

Drops of blood flowed down the barrel of the gun, staining the ground scarlet.

The human head was still wide-eyed, as if it was looking down on this cruel battlefield, and the long hair scattered on the back of the head fluttered high and low in the evening breeze.

Today, someone slaughtered 10,000 black armor and entered the city by car.