"Fuck your mother's Zhao Wenqi!" Lan Yun's eyes were cracked, and he rode his horse towards Zhao Wenqi.

Countless Zhenbei Army armor soldiers roared angrily and picked up steel knives and surrounded Zhao Wenqi.

The five hundred Great Song Iron Cavalry urged the horses, raised the spear in their hands, and charged towards Zhao Wenqi.

For a time, the Zhenbei army killed Zhao Wenqi from all directions.

The fight just now didn't seem to cost Zhao Wenqi any of his strength, his expression was indifferent, and he slowly stepped forward.

Facing the five hundred iron horsemen who rushed forward, Zhao Wenqi held his sword in front of his chest and swept away.

The long sword drew an arc, and the arc-shaped sword qi crashed into the Great Song Dynasty iron cavalry, and the cavalry of the Zhenbei Army who rushed to the front was cut off by the sword qi when he boarded, and countless war horses fell to the ground, making the Zhenbei Army cavalry in chaos.

When the Song army's iron cavalry was in chaos, a brave cavalry general came out of the Song army's formation, turned the cavalry gun in his hand into cold light, and pointed straight at Zhao Wenqi's throat.

Facing Lan Yun's terrifying shot, Zhao Wenqi did not dodge it, holding the long sword and slapping it casually.

Lan Yun only felt a pain in his hand, the mounted spear made of stainless steel was directly beaten and flew out, and his right hand also became bloody and couldn't move.

Lan Yun gritted his teeth, pulled out his waist knife with his left hand, turned the horse's head, and rushed from behind Zhao Wenqi, the saber used the impact of the war horse to slash straight at Zhao Wenqi's neck with a strong wind.

"Ding!"

Zhao Wenqi didn't look back, and with a backhand sword, he directly slashed Lan Yun with a knife and flew directly, leaving only the mount on the ground stunned.

"Bang!"

Lan Yun fell to the ground, and his left arm became like his right hand, and his flesh and blood were blurred. He struggled to stand up, but then he was helped up from the ground and retreated to the rear by the Song army armor soldiers beside him.

The Song army's iron cavalry had already reorganized its formation, turned into a cone-shaped formation and rushed towards Zhao Wenqi, and the surrounding Song army armor soldiers were also killed, and Zhao Wenqi suddenly fell into the encirclement of the Song army.

Zhao Wenqi's long sword was raised above his head, and as he stepped forward, the long sword also swung down.

It was as if a huge sword momentum fell from the sky and smashed directly into the Great Song Iron Cavalry in front of him.

"Bang!"

As Zhao Wenqi's sword fell, a bottomless huge crack appeared on the land in front of him.

More than 100 Great Song Iron Horsemen were hit by Zhao Wenqi's sword, they were covered in blood, their limbs were twisted, as if they were smashed on their bodies by a sledgehammer, not to mention the armor on their bodies, not to mention, even the war horses under their crotch were not spared, and their bones were shattered and died.

The Song Guojia had already rushed in front of Zhao Wenqi, and for a while, he didn't know how many swords, guns, swords, and halberds were stabbing at him.

Zhao Wenqi didn't care, he still took a step forward, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, the long sword slashed towards the stabbing blades in front of him.

The powerful sword intent erupted from him, and it directly exploded into the dozens of armor soldiers surrounding him, crashing into the Great Song armor soldiers behind him, causing a wave of chaos.

However, Zhao Wenqi's strong performance did not deter the Great Song Jiashi. They were not afraid of death, and wave after wave rushed towards Zhao Wenqi.

Seeing more and more Great Song armor soldiers surrounding, Zhao Wenqi's brows furrowed slightly, and he once again raised the ancient long sword, and under the flow of qi, the white cloth on his body that was not stained with blood fluttered gently.

"It's all for the old man to get out of the way!"

A thunderous shout came from the rear of the Zhenbei Army, and the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army who had originally killed Zhao Wenqi froze and looked at the rear with a surprised gaze.

For the first time, Zhao Wenqi's eyes flashed with surprise, he dispersed the gathered true qi, and the long sword in his hand was gently put down.

The offensive of the Qi army became more and more fierce, and the armor soldiers surrounding Zhao Wenqi gradually dispersed under the command of Mei Zhisheng, facing the Qi soldiers who rushed over.

Zhao Wenqi's front gradually became empty, he raised his head slightly, and after seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Why bother." Zhao Wenqi shook his head and continued to move forward.

Liu Xiaochen got up from the ground, his hair was scattered, and the steel helmet he was wearing on his head no longer knew where to fly.

The old man was covered in blood, and the blood slowly flowed down from his forehead, making his vision a little blurred, and the armor on his body had already been tattered after the impact of the sword.

He pushed his men who wanted to come and support him away, gasping for air.

Nowhere in his body was not emitting a mournful sound, and the qi in his body was even more chaotic. Such injuries were very serious for an old man.

He wiped the blood from his face.

With a sword in his hand, he broke his most proud move, Zhao Wenqi really deserved to be the first in the world.

"What a Grandmaster Realm."

Liu Xiaochen's eyes were gloomy that could not be concealed.

He had determined to be the first person in Kyushu.

He once put down his arrogance to step into the realm of a grandmaster that was rare in a hundred years.

However, the years are fleeting, and he has changed from a young man in the prime of life to a gray-haired beard and an old man.

He didn't step into the realm of that grandmaster, and he didn't know how many spring and autumn seasons he had stayed in the realm of entering the realm.

He didn't become the first person in Kyushu, twenty years ago there was the god of war with silver guns and white horses; Twenty years later, the world's first sword came at him.

Although he was the first knife in the Northern Song Dynasty, he was respected by countless people. But on weekdays, whenever he goes to battle, the people around him always have worry in their eyes. The general was reluctant to go into battle on his own; The junior in the white robe found an excuse to get a knife for himself; The aunt general deliberately put on a stinky face to compete with himself for the position of striker.

He didn't want to admit that he was old, and he rushed to the front every time he was fighting, as if he could only use killing the enemy to prove that he was not old.

But he seems to be just being strong, and it is becoming more and more difficult to even use his most proud sky-shaking sword. Just now, he who has held a knife for 70 years was seriously injured by a sword by a junior who was 30 years younger than himself.

Are you really old?

Liu Xiaochen asked himself. Immediately, he saw the long knife in his hand that had followed him for decades and accompanied him in his life. He suddenly had an answer in his heart.

He whispered, "Old man, accompany me for this last time." ”

He grasped the end of the long knife in his right hand, the blade facing downward, and dragged the knife along.

He only felt that the blood on his body was burning, his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years younger.

"Where is the old man, as long as he can still hold the knife, he is not old!"

Liu Xiaochen only felt that he had never been so comfortable, and the depression in his heart was swept away.

Liu Xiaochen suddenly took a step forward and broke through the hurdle that had been in front of him for many years.

He began to run, and his originally sluggish qi gradually became smooth, and the momentum on his body continued to rise.

He ran faster and faster, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and the momentum on his body gradually climbed, and soon he reached the peak of his usual life, and it is still rising.

Zhao Wenqi looked at Liu Xiaochen, who was gradually approaching, his expression was slightly moved, and his eyes showed respect.

Liu Xiaochen's long knife dragged on the ground, exuding the same awe-inspiring momentum as Liu Xiaochen's body. As he ran, the long knife sank into the hard earth, leaving a long gully.

Zhao Wenqi was walking, and he was running, and the distance between the two was getting shorter and shorter.

Liu Xiaochen lifted the knife, and the snow-bright long knife broke through the ground, his right hand slid to the front of the knife shaft, and his left hand held the lower end of the knife shaft.

The moment he held the knife with both hands at the same time, the awe-inspiring knife intent emanated from Liu Xiaochen's body, as if the person and the knife were one.

He walked the way of the sword.

He thought to himself that no matter how big the truth in the world is, it is no bigger than the long knife in his hand.

In this moment, he is the knife.

He has held a knife for 70 years, and once he attained Taoism.

Liu Xiaochen kicked down with his right foot, the whole person jumped high, and shouted at Zhao Wenqi with a smile: "Boy, how about taking a look at the old man's knife?!" ”

This contains a knife in Liu Xiaochen's life, cut down from the air.

There is no sword momentum, no bright sword light, and there is only the avenue that an ancient old man has finally achieved after holding a knife for 70 years.

Zhao Wenqi stopped for the first time.

Both because of the extraordinary power of this knife and because of his respect for the old man.

The long sword was raised, the long knife fell, the swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

This is the collision of sword intent and sword intent, and this is an unprecedented sword battle.

The collision of swords set off a wave of qi, and the ground under the feet of the two could not bear the pressure, and cracked from it, and countless earth and stones flew up, and the dust flew for a while.

The soldiers who were fighting around couldn't help but stop their movements and cast their eyes on the two people in the smoke and dust.

The smoke cleared.

Liu Xiaochen stood in place with a knife in one hand, with a smile on his face.

Zhao Wenqi looked at the placket of his clothes torn by the knife intent, nodded, and said softly: "Good knife." ”

With that, he took another step and walked past Liu Xiaochen.

In the silence, Liu Xiaochen fell on his back.

Lying on his back, he turned his head, looked at the knife that You was holding in his hand, and smiled: "It's good that you can still hold the knife when you're on the ground." ”

The old man passed away with a smile.