Heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and there was silence all around. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everything around came to an abrupt halt, and the surrounding bandits seemed to be sluggish, even Hu Cheng, Zhang Chugong, Chen Qiuao and others were also full of shock.

The blood splashed and sprinkled on Yang He from time to time, adding a bit of sharpness to his expression.

Suddenly, the upper body of several bandits broke and slid down, and then the internal organs and other messy things poured out.

"Ah......h

The surrounding bandits screamed, they staggered, threw down their weapons and ran.

They rolled and crawled, only hating their father and mother for missing two legs.

There are even more people who are stunned and dazed, and they desperately retreat at a loss, and some people accidentally trip and fall while retreating, and they fall and eat.

Even the surrounding soldiers were stupidly open-mouthed, and some of them were pale and looked like they were trying to stop vomiting.

Yang He carried the knife forward, and everywhere he went, the bandits were all stumbling and dodging, crawling away with both hands and feet.

Their Adam's apples rolled up and down rapidly, and their faces were pale.

Suddenly a bandit tripped and fell to the ground, he looked up in horror, Yang He was already standing in front of him, the horse chopping knife in his hand pointed at him, the cold was pressing, the blade was sharp and cruel and beautiful.

A drop of blood was sliding down the tip of the knife that had arced slightly, dripping like a drop of water, making people's hearts tremble.

Tears and snot came out of the bandit, and he wept and begged for mercy, looking very pitiful.

At this moment, he had already shed tears.

Yang He looked at him coldly, and as soon as the long knife in his hand was sent, with a "poof", the tip of the knife had pierced into his throat, penetrating from the back of his neck, and a rain of blood was spraying out.

The bandit's eyes were wide open, and he looked incredulous.

Yang He's long knife was pulled out, and a faint blood mist fell in the air, mixed with the cold air, and dissolved into the earth.

The bandit fell to the ground, blood flowing from his body, staining the weeds on the ground.

He twitched, no longer alive.

Yang He stood with his knife and saw Zhang Chugong, Chen Qiuao, Han Daxia and others standing beside him, with admiration on their faces. There is also Hu Employment and Zeng Youyu, who have respect on their faces. Zeng Youyu was still grateful in his expression, and Yang He could be said to have saved his life.

Yang He said coldly: "Pursuit!" ”

He commanded: "Han Daxia, you and the medical team immediately rescue the wounded." Minister Yang, seven strong men are hunted down by you. Qi Youxin, you immediately form a team, lead the killer team to catch up, make sure the team is in order, and maintain the formation. ”

Everyone suddenly received the order, and at the same time, Hu Employment and others peeked at Yang He.

At this time, the murderous aura permeating his body was terrifying, and even veterans like them had a chilling feeling.

Minister Yang took Zhang Chugong, Chen Qiuao and others to chase and kill, and Qi Youxin ordered the team to reorganize, lined up in a formation as before, and slowly chased after him with a spear.

At this time, the bandits were already defeated on all fronts, everyone was shouting and fleeing in horror, and the bull head and horse face could no longer stop the escape of his subordinates, and they were coerced, and fled down the slope in a hurry.

Yang He came to the baggage team at the back, his horses were guarded by the baggage team, and Sheng Santang, Yang Ma Ge, and Li Xueyi were several captains who held shields to protect the horses.

At this time, the baggage team was also full of shock, and when they saw Yang He coming, they all looked very respectful, especially those newcomers.

Yang He instructed Sheng Santang and others to clean up the battlefield and assist in rescuing the wounded, and then he mounted his own horses.

He mounted his horse, put his long sword in the saddle, took out the five-force bow from the bow pot on the right side of the saddle, and pursued the horse down the slope as soon as he controlled the horse with his legs.

This body is skillful in arching and shooting, and he controls the horse with his legs and slowly chases down the slope.

The slope was full of fleeing bandits, shouting and muttering, fleeing all over the mountain, Yang He looked around, like an experienced hunter, skillfully looking for his prey.

He took a light arrow from his quiver and slowly opened his bow.

Suddenly, his horse's bow snapped.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows melted into the wind and hit the target straight away.

"Poof!"

The sound of arrows piercing through flesh and clothing.

Twenty paces away, a thief was shot through the chest by an arrow, and without a sound, he immediately fell into a pool of blood.

Yang He slowly took out another arrow, he adjusted the angle, discerned the direction of the wind, and corrected the arrow's shot.

He stretched out his bow and arrows, and locked on to another target.

The horse's bow cracked.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows whizzed away.

Blood spurted out, and the arrow passed through the right side of the head of a bandit a dozen paces away, and through the left side of his head, some blood-white things were brought out.

The bandit's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't make a sound, and he rolled to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow whistled, and with a "poof" sound, blood sparkled.

"Uh......", a bandit grabbed the arrow that peeked out from the front of his neck, his face flushed, and he struggled to say something, but he could only feel the passing of life, and finally he couldn't say anything, and rolled on the ground just convulsions.

Yang He shot calmly, arrow after arrow, and even a bandit roared and rushed towards him, he controlled his horse with his legs and hurried, swept past him like a whirlwind, and then stepped on the stirrup, and turned back.

"Whoa—"

The arrow came into his right eye and peeked out from behind his head......

Yang He shot more than a dozen arrows, and where he passed, the horse's surroundings were full of corpses and moaning wounded, and those bandits were even more frightened, and they avoided walking towards the horse's periphery from a distance.

Yang He rode the horse, and the ordinary bandits could no longer arouse his interest, and he was looking for the bandit leader, the bull head and horse face.

Suddenly, he narrowed, and he saw two men wrapped in purple folded scarves and blue cloaks, both of them holding three-eyed guns in their hands, their faces were originally full of fierce expressions, and they were only frightened at this time.

Yang He took out the arrow from the quiver and bent his bow to set the arrow.

He slowly stretched his bow, the wind was cold, and the distance was fifty paces away, and he needed to correct the effect of the wind speed.

Yang He suddenly drew his bow to the fullest.

"Whoa—"

Arrows shoot out strongly.

"Poof", the bull palm screamed, and an arrow came horizontally and hit his arm, and even shot through his right arm, and the power of the arrow carried his body involuntarily crooked, and then his three-eyed wolf tooth fell to the ground.

He screamed miserably and heard the neighing of the horse, but saw Yang Hece on a fiery war horse, prancing on a horse with a horizontal sword, such a mighty and handsome.

Fear swelled up in his heart, and he did not have the slightest courage to come forward and fight, and as soon as he screamed, he ran away desperately.

Yang He glanced at him coldly, and then looked at the horseshoe family, seeing that his face was full of panic, and the cold sweat on his head was dripping down, and he was extremely frightened.

This man is extremely vicious and kills people like mustard, but when he is facing death, he trembles so much.

He didn't want to die, but he also knew that under the chase of the horses, he couldn't escape, so he had to fight to the death.

He raised the three-eyed wolf tooth gun in his hand violently, but when he saw when the fire rope tied to the pole was extinguished, he couldn't help but curse angrily, and hurriedly pulled out the fire fold from his waist, fortunately, the fire was still there.

He shook it vigorously, blowing in his mouth to light the fire rope, and then he heard the sound of the horse's hooves, and saw the tall war horse sweeping like a fiery red whirlwind, and it seemed that a few breaths were within thirty paces, and then immediately the man deftly rolled off the horse, knelt slightly on his front knees, and squatted down at his waist, with a strong bow facing him, and a heavy arrow on it.

The horseshoe family opened his mouth and muttered something to say.

"Whoa—"

Breaking through the air with a terrible roar, a heavy arrow burst through the air, and the horseshoe rolled backwards.

His eyes were wide open, and he lay on the ground twitching, and he was wearing a heavy arrow on his brow, and the arrow pierced through the back of his head.

……

Yang He got on the horse again and went to hunt down Niu Zhang's family.

At this time, Niu Zhangjia was fleeing for his life in fear, his three-eyed wolf tooth had fallen off, and although the arrow shaft of his right arm was broken, the sharp pain made cold sweat roll down his forehead.

He saw that the people around him kept screaming and fleeing for their lives, and all he heard in his ears was screaming again and again, and his brothers were constantly being chased and slaughtered by the refugee team, and he regretted that his intestines were blue, he shouldn't have done anything to this team, but there is no regret medicine in the world, so it was important to run for his life first.

As long as he escaped for his life, he decided to leave this area and set up a hill somewhere else.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he paused, is that a horse's hoof?

He listened carefully.

"Stepping on ......"

The sound of horses' hooves was heavy and clear.

He turned his head sharply, and saw that the fiery red war horse was like a whirlwind, and the eyes of the bull master were opened to the maximum, and there was only a piece of fiery red in his eyes, and there was the snow-shining, long horse chopping knife.

The bull palm let out a heart-rending roar, and he pulled out his waist knife despite the sharp pain in his hand.

The centaur hurriedly missed, a bright sword light shone, and the head of the Ox Palm family flew high, spilling a large stream of blood.