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Look who is proud and proud, and the iron rider walks all over the rivers and mountains. What is the fear of righteousness, the sword shadow and sword light swing in the clouds, and the world is Chang'an!

Standing on the cusp of the storm, covered with wolf smoke. Riding a horse and whipping away the enemy, good and evil are clear and awe-inspiring, and he was a teenager at that time!

Park Yongyeol's eyes were cracked, his eyes seemed to be bleeding, and he had worked hard for more than ten years to exert himself to the extreme at this moment. In a few steps, he killed several people in a row, killing them with knives, but like a crazy tiger, he blocked in front of those relatives who were still alive behind him.

Ever since he ran into the market town, he's going crazy! As far as the eye could see, there was corpses and blood everywhere, and what I heard in my ears was the screams and wails of the people of the old people. The war horses of the Huns crowded the long street, and the sound of women crying and fleeing for their lives came from the courtyards of each house, the sound of rummaging through boxes and looting property, mixed with the sound of chasing and fighting, and from time to time there were human bodies falling to the ground and dying...... It's hell on earth!

Park Yongyeol suppressed the violent heartbeat, and when he ran all the way to his house, he saw the fierce Hun cavalry breaking through the door, and he went straight to the backyard to save people, but it was just in time.

Gu Yaduo saw that this mansion was very tall and large, and it should be a wealthy family, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and he had already saved the idea of killing all the people and looting the family wealth. Chasing a large group of women and children in the house, he was about to order his men to rush up to carry out his evil thoughts, but suddenly a man was killed. When I saw that it was just a teenager, I couldn't help but feel angry in my heart.

Since he is not afraid of death, let's kill them all together. The Hun commander didn't even bother to ask, and dozens of Hun men pounced on him between the beckonings, and the cold light of the scimitar flickered, hurting the killer.

In the face of these murderous Hun cavalry, Park Yonglie did not take half a step back, and he couldn't retreat an inch, because the corners behind him were all his relatives!

The fierce fight unfolded in this narrow range, the young man tried all his strength, and the knife was like a phantom, and the short Xuandao passed to him by the master was covered with blood in just a moment, and his body was also full of blood red. The blood on the knife is the blood of the enemy, the blood on the body, the blood of the enemy and the blood of oneself!

It's a deadly way to kill. Faced with the attack of a large number of Huns, he chose not to parry, but to concentrate on killing! In the young man's angry heart, he already had a premonition that he might die under the critical situation today, and if he could kill all these people in front of him at the risk of his own life, he might be able to seek a little life for the people he was protecting later.

The people who followed Gu Yaduo's side were naturally all battle-hardened men, and if they were on a war horse, the young man in front of him would have died several times. Such a hand-to-hand fight, fighting alone is not the opponent of the disciples of Qingwa Villa, even if they join forces to encircle and kill, they still can't kill this young man who sacrificed his life in a short time.

Gu Yaduo saw that Park Yonglie was so fierce, and in a small amount of effort, more than a dozen of his cavalrymen had been killed and wounded, he was furious in his heart, but he didn't go forward and did his best, he whistled, and dozens of people came in from the street outside with knives, he still didn't believe it, even if this guy in front of him was covered in iron, see how long he could hold on!

Park Yongyeol slashed and killed more than ten people in a moment's effort, and he had already been hit by several knife wounds on his body, but fortunately the injuries were not deep, even so, his body was bleeding. Such a desperate fight without paying attention to methods is the most exhausting, Park Yongyeol felt that his strength was gradually exhausted, but the enemy's hideous face still kept pounced, he gritted his teeth tightly, and grabbed the Xuandao in his hand to death, covering, blocking, slashing, and killing, but he never retreated a little.

Atrocities continue to be committed everywhere in the market town, killing, ravaging, looting...... Most of the young men who first resisted had already died, and the remaining ones who did not die were hiding helplessly protecting their families, surrounded by 5,000 Hun cavalry, perhaps everyone would end up with the same fate, that is, death.

In this remote market town, the Huns unleashed their beast hearts, and in order to plunder to their heart's content, they did not carry out any vigilance on the periphery. Therefore, when a dozen horsemen approached silently in the thin snow, no one noticed.

At the corner of the long street, Cui Hong, who was leading the Black Eagle Army team to explore the way in advance, took a look at the tragic situation ahead, and when he retracted his gaze, his eyes were already bloody.

Once upon a time, this happened in his hometown. The small hill outside the Yanmen Pass, where he and his grandfather grew up, was destroyed under the scimitars and iron hooves of these Huns. The blood and fire of that night often woke him up from his nightmares. Although his skill and mood have changed greatly over the years with Master Yuanzhao's practice, there is some hatred that he will never forget.

"Sure enough, it's the Hun cavalry! I didn't expect to meet them here, and our guess was correct. Little Hou Ye's brigade didn't come over so quickly, Captain Cui, now ...... What are we going to do? ”

Although this was not on the territory of the Han Dynasty, and the targets of the Huns' violence were not Han Chinese, the corpses they saw everywhere in front of them and the tragic voices they heard in their ears made all the Black Eagle Army knights angry. Hiding and waiting for the arrival of the brigade? Or do you want to do it now? They turned their heads together and looked at their leader, Cui Hong, the eldest disciple of Changle Hou Yuanzhao.

"The atrocities of the Huns, the people and gods are angry, and those who see it will be punished! I think if Master was here, He would have ordered me to do it right away. Go and pick up the brigade, and I'll kill the enemy!" ”

Cui Hong brushed off the snow on his shoulders with a calm face, pulled out the flawless heavy sword behind his back, clamped the green horse under his crotch with his legs, and rushed out suddenly. This kind of "fearless, invincible" spirit inherited from Yuan Zhao is vividly reflected at this moment.

More than a dozen Black Eagle soldiers turned their heads and left, the Han sword was unsheathed, and they followed closely with a resolute expression! The honor of the Black Hawks does not allow anyone to shrink back and be timid, and this spirit has been remembered by everyone since the day it was formed. It doesn't matter if the enemy is hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...... And charge, I'll go!

"Life is the guts of the Black Hawk, and death is the soul of the Black Hawk"!

When the first drop of blood was splashed with the sword in the flying snow, Park Yongyeol's sword in his hand within a high wall was struggling to block the fatal knife that slashed at his vital point.

The sword in his hand became heavier and heavier, and there were more and more wounds on his body, while the enemy's follow-up attack became more and more ferocious. At this time, where Park Yongyeol's body was standing, the snow within three feet of the ground had been stained red with blood. He doesn't know how many people he has killed, is it ten? Fifteen? Or thirty ......? He was there and firmly occupied this place, fighting to the death, and not a single person could attack it.

Even the captain Gu Yaduo, who was watching the battle behind, was secretly surprised and admired in his heart. This teenager-like person is so powerful! Knowing that he will die sooner or later, but still not running away, such a person can already be called a warrior.

Warriors are admirable, but they must die! Determined not to waste any more time and the lives of his cavalrymen, Gu Yaduo gestured to the people around him, and several of his henchmen understood what he meant.

A row of ten Hun cavalry stood up, took off the bow and arrow from their backs, carved arrows full of strings, aimed ahead, with a whistle those attacking Huns flashed, the bowstring sounded, ten arrows shot out together!

At a distance of three or four zhang, in such a narrow range, the power of the bow and arrow is simply unavoidable. The enemy in the struggle retreated, and Park Yongyeol, who was already tired and out of breath, was just about to catch his breath, when he heard the sound of the bowstring, he suddenly felt bad, but he couldn't dodge or retreat, and hurriedly turned the knife in his hand, listened to the wind and argued, and dialed the carving!

After all, there is a limit to human strength, and Park Yongyeol, who was almost exhausted, tried his best and did not block all the arrows he shot. Several screams and cries rang out behind him, and he felt severe pain in his body at the same time, and two Hun iron arrows with barbs shot deep into his left ribs and thighs respectively. Suddenly, I felt that the left side of my body had no strength, and I fell to the ground softly, and the Xuandao fell to the ground.

Seeing that the blow worked, Gu Yaduo stretched out his hand to stop his subordinates from continuing to release the arrows, he smiled coldly, reached out and pulled out his treasure sword, and walked forward, he wanted to cut off the man's head with his own hands. Since he is a warrior, he is worthy of him if he dies under his own sword.

Park Yongyeol used his last strength to prop himself up, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he looked at the Hun man who came step by step to take his life with hateful eyes. He didn't look at the deaths and injuries of his loved ones behind him, and at this moment, there was nothing he could do. The only thing you can do is to keep in mind the appearance of these Huns in front of you, and even if you go to be ghosts, you have to ask for their lives!

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost." Of course, Park Yongyeol of the Goryeo tribe will not have a chance to know such a generous sentence, but there are many people who have the same feelings. This point does not distinguish between ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, nor does it distinguish between high and low status.

Captain Gu Yaduo kicked the young man to the ground again, and raised the knife in his hand, the souls of the dead under his knife are not a thousand but eight hundred, and there is no shortage of this one in front of him.

However, he was not able to kill the man who was stepping on his feet, and perhaps never had the opportunity to kill again in the future. A figure as light as Feihong came in from outside the gate, kicked a single knife under his feet, and the ordinary knife seemed to have eyes, and went straight to the back of the Hun Commander!

Originally, this knife could have taken Gu Yaduo's life, but a loyal guard who saw that the situation was not good jumped forward and blocked the knife for him, and the extremely powerful blade directly pierced the guard's leather armor and body, and he was killed on the spot. And his master was pushed to the ground and escaped this catastrophe.

When the eldest young master of the Park family, who had escaped death, raised his head, in the courtyard, someone was like a rainbow with a sword, and he killed him directly, and ten Hun archers had died in an instant!