The middle-aged man held the sword and walked out of the gate. His face was expressionless, and the fierce fighting around him did not seem to affect him in the slightest.

"It's General Wei, General Wei has made a move!" Seeing this, the Qi army in front of the pass immediately let out a burst of cheers. Seeing this, Lu Bo, who was surrounded by the Song army, couldn't help but relax his originally tense heartstrings.

Although Lu Bo didn't see it clearly, the death of the dozens of iron horsemen at the same time must have been General Wei's means.

Lu Bo raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man in cloth who was walking slowly, and when he saw the sword in the middle-aged man's arms, his heart was shocked.

Could it be that General Wei didn't even have a sword, so he directly killed dozens of Song army iron horsemen?

is the first in the world, and it is so strong.

The appearance of the middle-aged man greatly boosted the morale of the Qi army, and the battle line that was originally a few catties of defeat was stabilized, and there was even a faint counterattack.

Mei Zhisheng frowned, he didn't hear the content of Qi Jun's shout, but he also knew that the situation had changed due to the appearance of that middle-aged man.

Mei Zhisheng waved his hand, and the three hundred iron horsemen rushed towards the middle-aged man standing at the pass.

The Qi army in front of the middle-aged man had suffered from the iron cavalry of the Northern Song Dynasty, and where did they dare to intercept it, they avoided the edge one after another. As soon as they dodged like this, the front of this cavalry army suddenly became unhindered.

The centurion of the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army, led by him, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and silently raised the spear in his hand.

Under the smoke and dust, three hundred cavalry rushed to the middle-aged man, and the centurion clenched his cavalry gun and picked it at the middle-aged man's chest.

The moment he handed over the riding gun, the corners of the mouth of this veteran soldier who had been fighting with the Zhenbei Army for many years curled, as if he had seen the middle-aged man being picked up by him.

However, when he saw the expression on the middle-aged man's face, his smile suddenly froze.

The middle-aged man looked at the spear that stabbed him quietly, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

At the moment when the spear was about to touch the middle-aged man's chest, he raised his hand to grasp the long sword that had not been drawn in twenty years.

"Boom!"

A brilliant sword light lit up from the middle-aged man's hand. The centurion in front of him felt his body light, and his whole body flew up, and then he saw the lower half of his body, which was still on the horse's back.

The sword light actually directly penetrated this Northern Song Dynasty cavalry, and all the cavalry who blocked the sword light were all like the centurion who turned into two sections.

With the power of a sword, he directly killed nearly 100 Great Song Iron Horsemen.

However, the reason why the Great Song Iron Cavalry was able to sweep the world twenty years ago is not unreasonable. Although the middle-aged man killed and injured thirty percent of their colleagues with a single sword, they still did not panic, and under the command of the remaining two centurions, they divided into two teams, one left and one right, and rushed towards the middle-aged man at the same time.

Martial arts masters, if they want to use such powerful moves, they must need time to gather energy. Divide the cavalry into two teams and rush out at the same time, even if the middle-aged man can still shoot a sword, the other cavalry can rush in front of him. At that time, relying on the impact of the horse may not be able to directly seriously injure or even kill it. Such decisions are not bad.

The middle-aged man swung his sword again, the sword light lit up, and the hundred-man cavalry on the left was suddenly overturned by this magnificent sword.

Listening to the screams of his comrades, only the centurion with tears in his eyes and roared angrily and stabbed the gun in his hand into the middle-aged man's head.

As the centurion stabbed out his spear, he saw the middle-aged man also hand him the ancient sword.

The rifle in his hand shattered, and a sharp pain came from his chest, and the centurion looked down to see that there was a large hole in his chest at some point.

Screams and the sound of a human body falling to the ground came from behind him.

The centurion fell from his horse and looked at the middle-aged man with a look of unwillingness: "No... Impossible..."

The middle-aged man ignored him, and stepped out from the corpses of the three hundred iron horsemen with a sword in his right hand.

"General Wei is mighty!"

The Qi army had already fallen into ecstasy, and the three swords had killed three hundred Song iron horses, with such a master by their side, what was there to be afraid of?

"Brothers, the time for revenge has come! Let the Song people see how good we are! ”

Morale often determines the outcome of a war. At present, the Qi people were like a rainbow and fought back towards the Song army. The tide of the battle was turned around by a middle-aged man.

This time, Mei Zhisheng heard the content of Qi Ren's shouting, and his pupils shrank.

"General Wei... Could it be..."

"Well, it's him." Liu Xiaochen didn't know when he rode to Mei Zhisheng's side, he squinted at the middle-aged man who was strolling forward with a sword, and couldn't help but feel that he was clenching the snow-bright long knife in his hand.

Twenty years ago, after he fought with the Yongjun army in Jiangzhou, he was transferred back to Yanzhou by the King of Song, so he failed to catch up with the earth-shattering battle in Qizhou that caused the shaking of Kyushu.

In that battle, the elite of 100,000 Song troops was exhausted, and I don't know how many Song army generals died. Among them is his son, the sword general among the four generals, Liu Tianba, who has entered the situation.

Liu Xiaochen's face sank like water, his legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse under his crotch began to move forward.

The middle-aged man slowly advanced on the battlefield with one man and one sword, and whenever a Song army rushed towards him, he would swing a sword as if at random, and then the Song army in front of him would be beaten upside down by his magnificent sword qi and fly out.

Behind him, tens of thousands of Qi soldiers shouted and launched a counterattack against the Song army, even in the face of the impact of the Song army's iron cavalry.

Under such circumstances, the Zhenbei Army gradually showed its declining momentum, not only was the offensive blocked, but even faintly repulsed by the Qi army.

The middle-aged man who was moving forward felt the awe-inspiring momentum in front of him, he raised his head, and then saw a veteran with a white beard and a horizontal knife immediately stopped not far in front of him.

"The first knife in the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Xiaochen?" The middle-aged man asked, his footsteps non-stopping.

"No. 1 in the world, Zhao Wenqi." Liu Xiaochen clenched the long knife with both hands and raised it high.

Zhao Wenqi was silent for a long time and said, "You are not my opponent. ”

The qi in Liu Xiaochen's body was circulating, and the true qi was continuously poured into the long knife: "So what? ”

Feeling the monstrous battle intent on the old man's body, Zhao Wenqi frowned slightly: "You will die." ”

Liu Xiaochen's snow-white beard was already fluttering, he closed his eyes, felt the flow of true qi in his body, and said in a deep voice: "That's better than dying on the bed." ”

Zhao Wenqi nodded slightly, agreeing: "Let's go out." ”

His tone was flat, as if he was talking to a junior. However, Liu Xiaochen, who is nearly thirty years older than Zhao Wenqi, did not have the slightest anger.

Liu Xiaochen understood that Zhao Wenqi was qualified to speak to him like this.

He has been at the peak of his potential for many years, and he knows better than anyone the gap between the grandmaster realm and the realm of entering the potential.

Worlds apart.

He knew that he was not Zhao Wenqi's opponent, but in the face of Zhao Wenqi, how could he, Liu Xiaochen, not be able to stab.

Guo Yi died under the sword of the person in front of him, and Zhao Ran, Liu Tianba, and 100,000 Song Dynasty comrades also died in Qizhou.

Liu Xiaochen opened his eyes suddenly, and the war horse under his crotch neighed, rushed out, and rushed straight towards Zhao Wenqi.

One person and one horse, came to Zhao Wenqi in an instant, and the long knife with cold light fell from the sky.

The sword light poured down, carrying a magnificent awe-inspiring knife momentum, and the Xueliang long knife slashed towards Zhao Wenqi's head.

Shake the sky!

Before the knife arrived, the knife momentum came first, and the ground around Zhao Wenqi cracked like a spider web around him, and a long ravine appeared behind him.

Several Qi State sergeants who were close to them were directly torn apart by this knife.

In the face of such a powerful knife, Zhao Wenqi just put the long sword in his hand from the bottom to the top, and with a slight stroke, the action was like using a branch to drive away mosquitoes.

Liu Xiaochen's cheeks turned red suddenly, and he only felt a sword intent hit his sky-shattering sword, and a huge impact came from his knife.

"Bell!"

The swords collided, making an earth-shattering loud noise, and the waves of air rolled, and the armor soldiers of the two armies around them were directly thrown out.

The war horse under Liu Xiaochen's crotch let out a wail, his limbs were weak, and he was shocked to death.

The majestic awe-inspiring sword momentum was directly dispersed by the sword momentum, and the remaining momentum hit the ground around Zhao Wenqi, creating deep pits one after another.

"Poof!"

Liu Xiaochen spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew upside down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"General Zhenbei!"

The nearby Song soldiers exclaimed one after another.

They couldn't believe it at all, their leader, the majestic pinnacle of the momentum, the first sword of the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Xiaochen, the general of the Great Song Dynasty, didn't survive a single move in front of his opponent.

The armor soldier of the Zhenbei Army ran towards Liu Xiaochen in despair, and at the same time, Zhao Wenqi flicked his long sword and kept walking.