"Fall for me!" Shuttling all the way, Gao Zhi, who instantly killed the front of the Hun soldiers, took a deep breath and started killing again.

Because, the Hun soldiers in front of them were not the small part that he was afraid of before.

However, that's nothing, at most, kill again!

Gao Zhi's eyes flashed cold, and the next moment, he saw that his spear was like lightning, slashing through the air, bringing up the sky full of blood flowers. The three Hun soldiers howled miserably, blood spurted from their throats, and they fell down immediately.

"Kill him!" Roaring, several Hun soldiers and two cavalrymen cooperated, and came forward with hideous faces.

Faced with seven or eight weapons stabbed at the same time, Gao Zhi just swept his spear diagonally and opened the six spears in front of him.

Among them, the four long rods with poor quality actually burst out with a crisp sound almost at the same time, and they were forcibly discounted.

The other two spears were directly knocked into the air by the force of this tyrannical force.

The two gunmen held the arms of the account, and a large opening was opened, and blood was dripping.

Then, while reining in his horse, he flashed his body and flexibly sandwiched between a spear and a spear stabbed in his back, and clamped it with his arm.

"Die!"

There was a long howl, and the voice like the Huanglu bell frightened the Hun soldiers on horseback with trembling hands and feet.

The fear of the strong is common between humans and animals.

The mount of the Hun cavalry had never heard such a shocking roar at such close range, and in a fit of startle, he turned the rider on his back upside down, spread his hooves heedlessly, and stepped over him.

Gao Zhi regained his body and drove his horse forward again.

In the eyes of those Hun soldiers, Gao Zhi was simply incarnated as a madman, charging again and again, without stopping, as if tireless, not afraid of death, tough as steel, like a cold iron rake, he would never stop until he killed them by the roots.

However, probably because he killed too hard, he caught whoever killed whom, but the result backfired, and instead of scaring a large number of Hun soldiers away, he attracted a group of angry Hun soldiers to surround him and sacrifice their lives to attack.

Gao Zhi was not afraid at all, the more enemies he had, the more calm he became, killing heartily, and still fighting with the Hun soldiers roaring without changing his face.

"Han General!" The commander of the Huns, self-sustaining martial arts,

Skillfully poke out with a spear at the first moment, instead of stabbing hard.

This is an extremely correct approach without knowing Gao Zhi's strength.

Stabbing the spear hard will not only make it more difficult to retract your weapon, but it will also throw you off balance.

Gao Zhi, who became the target of the attack, did not dodge, but just flicked the spear in his hand with a flick, and the attack of the Hun commander was deflected.

With the spear as a rod, the wind whirred and swept towards the panicked Hun commander.

The Hun commander probably thought that Gao Zhi would use the spear like this, and he was a little at a loss for a while, so he just mechanically held the horse lance in his hand obliquely on the sweeping side to resist.

Who knew that Gao Zhi's strength was amazing, and he actually stopped the fierce spear and withdrew it, turned it into a thorn, and went straight to the door of the Huns.

The commander of the Huns couldn't react, and when he was forced to the tip of his nose by the spear, he turned his head and wanted to hide, which was already a big deal.

The spear penetrated obliquely into the back of the head from the cheeks of the Hun commander, and when it was pulled out, in addition to the red and white things, a few broken teeth and blood were brought out, and it rolled on the ground a few times, and then did not move.

Bloodstained, the spear in his hand seemed to have not drunk enough of the enemy's blood, the blood-red spear head was waiting for the next round of devouring, and a thick blood dripped down the sharp tip of the spear.

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"Killing ......" At this time, Lu Lingqi also took the lead and frantically killed into the crowd of Hun soldiers.

Hundreds of knights followed closely behind him, raising their weapons and beating their horses and galloping, and for a while, the sound of hooves was like thunder and roars were like a tide.

The two horses were wrong, and immediately the Hun soldiers and the knights of the wolf riders of the state each raised their guns and stabbed each other.

"Flutter ......! Flutter ......! The two spears pierced each other's bodies at the same time, and the horses galloped past, while the knights on the horses fell to the ground with each other's spears.

A Hun cavalryman and two war horses ridden by a wolf collided at high speed.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, the ground trembled, and the war horse neighed to the ground.

The Bingzhou wolf rider rolled in the air more than a dozen times, and in an instant, the Hun infantry who rushed up were killed with spears, and more than a dozen spears passed through the body of the Bingzhou wolf rider, and his body was instantly covered with blood holes.

And another Hun cavalry flew out before he could land, he was knocked away by a galloping war horse, and when he finally landed, a few war horses just happened to whizz by, trampling him into a ball of flesh in a blink of an eye.

"Kill all the Hun dogs!" The soldiers' blood boiled, and they shouted in unison: "Kill the enemy!" ”

The generals of Bingzhou, who followed behind Lu Lingqi, separated one person and brazenly met him, colliding fiercely with a Hun general who had killed.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two men roared at the same time, waving their weapons in their hands.

The crunch sound of the impact was like a spark, igniting the blood of all the soldiers present.

In this way, the two sides tensed the thick tendons and flesh of their bodies, wrestling at a small point where the weapons intersected. The creaking metal grinding sound emitted by the dots is like a war drum, igniting the fighting spirit of the fighter, and like a hammer, beating the heart of the brave.

The masseter muscles bulged out tightly, the corners of the mouth were skimmed down, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were tightly closed, as if the muscles on the face were also the source of power for wrestling.

For a while, the sound of various weapons colliding sounded together, converging and neighing, like a torrent, hitting everyone's heart.

The "Buzz ......" long knife slashed down in the air, making a thrilling roar, and the enemy soldiers could not escape, and they howled miserably.

The head of the knife chopped into the back of the Hun soldiers, and the momentum continued unabated, cutting the flesh and bones, and leaking down.

At this moment, the Hun knight's saddle bridge shattered, and the long knife slashed heavily on the horse's back.

The war horse neighed in pain, and its huge body flew into the air, knocking over several Hun knights in a row, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

With nowhere to hide, he was directly hit by a war horse and flew up one after another. More fallen soldiers were trampled under the hooves of their horses, their bones shattered, and knights slashed their swords and spears, splitting and stabbing at their foes.

The hoarse roar sounded exceptionally clear on the bloody battlefield, "Not a single one left!" Kill! ”

A group of wolf riders swept over, swords and guns were fired, and when they looked again, only a pile of wreckage remained.

At this time, the battlefield was chaotic, and the knights of both sides were speeding back and forth, fighting for their lives, and the ground was littered with corpses, and discarded battle flags and weapons could be seen everywhere.

The sounds of killing, neighing horses, the sound of iron and gold, the whistling of arrows, the sound of horns and all kinds of shouts are intertwined and deafening.

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