Azul and the others were struggling to support the black-clad Assassin's onslaught, corpses planted diagonally and horizontally at their feet.

With the suffocating attack of the black-clothed assassin, the tiger warrior in front of the tent beside Azule had been exhausted and kept falling, and the formation formed by him was constantly shrinking like spring snow melting.

And the second army of Shuoyang Shuobei, which was dozens of steps away from Asur, was also entangled by those black-armored cavalry, and was slowly eroded, and it was no longer able to come and kill the black-clothed assassins who attacked the tiger warrior array in front of the tent, let alone come to the aid of Azule and the others.

Chu Qiu'er in front of him watched and listened to all directions, and a dragon spear in his hand stubbornly resisted the black-clothed assassins who rushed towards Azul around him.

However, the way of the battle formation is not the strength of one person to make everything well, although Chu Qiu'er is already extremely brave, but there are still negligent black-clothed assassins who broke out of the gun circle and pounced on Azule.

Holding the knife in both hands, a pair of Danfeng eyes with murderous intent, with the strength of his waist and abdomen, he drove the whole sound, and slashed at the black-clothed assassin who pounced on him head-on.

The distance between the two was so close that Azul only felt his breath short, and his heart suddenly stopped, and he could clearly see the masked assassin's exposed eyes and the dazzling inky leopard print on his forehead.

For a while, Azule only felt that there seemed to be a thunderous explosion in his ears, and his mind was blank, and he could no longer hear the other shouts of killing in his ears.

The inky leopard print emerged from Azule's deepest memories, matching the inky leopard print on the forehead of the black-clad assassin in front of him.

I had seen the inky leopard print once, but I remembered it clearly, engraved it in my mind, and I didn't dare to forget it for ten years.

In the past ten years, Azule has always woken up from his dreams, dreaming of the scene ten years ago.

The self who held the broken blade but hesitated and did not dare to step forward, the sneer on the corner of the mouth of the seriously injured assassin in the corner, the bow and crossbow that shot at him, the pretty figure in front of him.

The badly wounded assassin's forehead was as lifelike as the inky leopard print in front of him.

"Damn me! Die! Die! ”

Thinking of this, Azul's eyes suddenly seemed to be bloodshot, the green tendons of his arms holding the knife exploded like dragons, and his teeth were clenched together so that there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

With every yell, Azul took a big step forward, swung his knife and slashed at the black-clad assassin who pounced, opening and closing widely, as if the tiger was devouring people and would not give up.

"Brother Nian!"

He Shu Tuoba on the side swept his eyes to such a crazy state as Azule, and he was extremely surprised in his heart, and he couldn't help but hurriedly roar.

The black-clothed assassin was also stunned in his heart, and when he just rushed forward from the tiger warrior formation in front of the tent outside, he saw that although the Shuofeng Shizi was also fierce against the enemy, he would not fight hard when he was dexterous in battle, and he would never be three steps away from the old man with a gun.

But when he pounced on himself, after this Shuofeng Shizi glanced at him, he felt as if he was a different person.

Like a mad dog, he fights desperately without giving up, not caring at all about the tigers around him, ready to pounce on his companions at any time.

The knife technique used is extremely fierce, the knife cuts directly at its own vital point, and it doesn't care about the wound cut by its own broken blade, and it is a resolute posture of exchanging injuries for life.

Feeling the tremendous power coming from his broken blade, and then looking at the killing intent in the eyes of the son, the black-clothed assassin could only continue to fight with hatred in his heart.

In just a few breaths, Azule didn't spare his strength, he didn't care about his body, he only cared about slashing vigorously, and there was only one thought lingering in his mind, kill him!

The black-clothed assassin had already greatly lost his physical strength when he attacked the tiger warrior formation in front of the tent before, and at this time, his physical strength was exhausted and he was beaten by the mad demon of Azule, and he could only support it, and he was in danger for a while.

After a few more vigorous slashes, the black-clad assassin had already taken a few steps, and Azul took a leap of stride, drew his knife reflexively, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashed head-on with all his strength.

After the black-clothed assassin stumbled back a few steps, he hurriedly looked up, only to see a black shadow descending from the sky, carrying a knife on his body, and the knife borrowed the momentum of the person, and a scimitar like a moon had already made a sound of breaking through the air, and it made a loud sound three feet above his head.

When the black-clothed assassin saw it, he only felt that there was only this decisive knife between heaven and earth, and his eyes were about to split, and he could only hold his hand on the top of his head in a hurry to resist.

The black-clad assassin's broken blade was only half a breath before it was slashed with a thud.

Then the knife continued to slash head-on, and the knife was three inches deep in the head.

The black-clothed assassin was hacked to the ground in an instant before he could even let out the slightest cry of pain, and his knife shattered and died.

Azule pulled out the scimitar that was deep in his skull with a sharp force, but the moon scimitar looked undamaged, smooth and cold.

Azule was stunned for a moment, and the scimitar in his hand slashed at the black-clad assassin who had fallen to the ground again, only to see a masked head grunt a step away on the ground.

Ignoring the horrified eyes around him, Azule leaned down and grabbed the head and held it around his waist.

When did Tuoba Heshu and the others see such a brutal scene of Azule, they wanted to stop talking, but Chu Qiu'er laughed when they saw this, and only felt that Azule was similar to the prince during the bloody battle of Hanzhou back then.

The only remaining tigers in front of the tent were shocked, and their hearts were very hot, and they were even more supportive of this prince who usually didn't know much.

On the battlefield, where is there still a little mercy to talk about, cutting off the head for merit is the norm for soldiers.

It's just that the general high-ranking people don't need to do it themselves, and Heshu Tuoba has been peaceful for a long time because of the clan, although he has been trained in the army, he has not done this himself.

"Kill!"

Azul stood in front of the tent with his hair scattered in front of the tigers, holding the enemy's head high above his head.

The blood dripping from the skull dripped, wetting the hem of Azule's clothes, and the whole person looked blood-stained from a distance, like an evil spirit returning from hell.

Azul's face was covered in blood, his face was distorted, and his eyes were like dragons cruising, roaring loudly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Seeing this scene, the tiger soldiers in front of the tent and the cavalry of the Second Army of Shuoyang Shuobei, who were also present with the strength of the first battle, were all inspired, their morale increased greatly, their killing intent was high, and they waved their swords high and shouted.

The black-clothed leader who was fighting with Chu Qiu'er, seeing this scene, felt great hatred in his heart, so he could only order all the assassins to come forward and kill Na Shuofeng Xiao'er.

However, the number of tigers in front of the tent who could fight again on the field was less than the number of hands, and the Shuofeng cavalry on the other side was almost eaten away.

After the Second Army of Shuoyang Shuobei desperately broke out of the encirclement of the black-armored cavalry that was multiple in number to its own, the number was only about ten, but these ten people were still wounded at this time, and they were extremely miserable.

The tiger warriors in front of the remnants of the Shuoyang Shuobei army defended Azule to the death, everyone was exhausted and wounded, and then looked at the black-clothed assassins who came up again and the black-armored cavalry that rushed from afar, everyone couldn't help but despair.

"I'm going to kill you today, and it's a fluke to let you live for ten more years!"

The man in black led the black-clothed assassin to press forward slowly, and the sinister smile on his mouth was like a night owl.

"Whoever kills one person today will be rewarded with 100 gold, ten acres of fiefdom, and the war dead will choose a son to join the White Horse!"

Asule swept the surrounding guards, and said in a deep voice, after hearing this, the tiger soldiers in front of the Shuoyang Shuo Northern Cavalry Tent were all with fiery eyes, scimitars clenched, money and land were already preferential, and the heirs of the families of the war dead could enter the world and protect Bai Ma Yi from what a glory.

"Kill him, a wife! Kill him as a marquis! Kill him with a glorious lintel! ”

For a time, everyone was not afraid of death, and the king raised troops for a thousand days, and the soldiers were used at this time.

Since ancient times, the man's fame has been taken from the horse, and the one who laughs at me is not a husband, and the grace lintel is the first to report to the king today!