The heavy weapon of the Mo knife has at least twenty catties, and the powerful one is close to thirty catties, and the sharpness of the blade is obtained, plus the strength of the blunt weapon, so there will not be too many changes in the moves.

Simple moves, but with unrivaled power, of course, the physical requirements for the caster are high, that is, with the wealth of the Tang Dynasty, among the 24,000 garrisons in the entire Anxi Town, such people will not exceed 5,000.

With armor in his body and a killing weapon in his hand, Liu Ji seemed to be incarnated as a killing god, facing those enemies who pounced on him without fear.

The first team of Tubo people, after leaving more than ten corpses, lost their courage, did not see those guards who were known for their bravery, they were not the enemy of others, within five steps around, all were shrouded in white practice-like sword light, as soon as they touched either death or injury, even the corpses were scattered, and they were afraid that they would not be able to live in peace.

Their footsteps stopped, and they were immediately overtaken by the Neborese cavalry, and the slope, which was not long, was attacking from the back, and it was difficult for the fast horses to rush up to high speed, and Rao was so, and the rumbling hooves still gave people some confidence.

Soon, the captain of the guard, who was running at the forefront, held the reins in one hand and waved the scimitar in the other, just waiting for the moment when he was wrong, even if he desperately killed his mount, he was confident that he would cut off the opponent's head with one sword.

The sound of hooves beat like a drum beat in my heart, and as the distance approached, the horse's body gradually became taller, revealing the man on horseback, who was the one who walked side by side with him during the first negotiation.

Liu Ji faced the galloping horse directly, and the nearly two-meter-long Mo knife was raised above his head with one hand, and the other hand was also raised, and a provocative cry came out of his mouth.

"Ho!"

His non-dodging and non-dodging made the man on the horse more angry, no one could face the impact of the cavalry, even if the other party used a long knife as a spear, he also had a way to deal with it.

The man snorted coldly, and at the same time leaned down, the scimitar in his hand was flattened, and the two strands were clamped on the horse's belly again, he made up his mind, this Tang man would definitely dodge, no matter which way he flashed, he couldn't escape his scimitar.

Seeing that he was about to collide, Liu Jiyuan stood in place, his feet were separated into a figure of eight, his hands were together, and he held it tightly on the hilt, and the long blade of the knife was obliquely upward, like a flag waving in the wind.

Kang Laosi and the others behind him all held their breath, because he, who was also a Mo swordsman, had already guessed the intention of the war lord, which was a big move that the legendary invincible god of war could use, and they were so nervous that they didn't dare to blink their eyes.

"Whew."

Almost the moment the horse's head hit Liu Ji's body, a white light slashed down like lightning, and the sharp blade of the knife fed back a sense of blockage in his hand, and then it went down like a broken bamboo, and the galloping horse was divided into two pieces from the horse's head in an instant, a large amount of blood was drenched all over his head and face, and his nose was full of unpleasant fishy smell.

At this moment, he was like a turning tool on a high-speed machine tool, and the galloping horse was constantly sending forward the processed parts, and the captain of the Nebora guard on the horse was stunned by the scene in front of him, and motionless let the light of the knife cut through his body, breaking in half in the air, until he flew to the ambush mountain people behind the slope, and then fell down with the scimitar he was holding tightly.

Cracked Horse!

The most difficult move in the Ten Styles of Modao requires extreme speed and strength, and more importantly, fearlessness! Not everyone has the courage to face a galloping horse.

Liu Ji, who had completed this blow, didn't have much pleasure after pretending to be forced, he only felt that his whole body was covered with that fishy and thick liquid, dripping down from the outer edge of the iron helmet, and even his eyes were so muddled that it was difficult to open, so he could only look up to the sky and scream.

"Kill!"

The shout is the order, Kang Laosi and the others got up from the grass together, their actions drove the mountain people behind, Liu Ji's bravery gave them great confidence, with such a hero in front, what else is there to fear.

Faster than they moved, there was a rain of arrows, and the cavalry, who had just rushed up the hill, became the most conspicuous target, and a Neborese soldier wielding a scimitar, screaming and falling from his horse, drew cheers even more.

Because for their employment contracts, in addition to the promised half of the Peacock River Valley, there are also rewards for military exploits, and the former is owned by the entire stockade, and only the latter is the source of these rewards for their mercenaries, and the enemy in front of them is the source of these rewards.

Exchanging heads for rewards is the only rule for every mercenary, and before the faith is established, only such a impetus can muster up their fighting spirit.

Seeing that even the archers behind them came to grab people's heads, the five hundred men selected by Liu Ji could still hold it, striding forward barefoot one by one, running faster than rabbits, and the mountains and hills were their favorite battlefields.

The mountain people attacked in a haphazard manner, some of them rushed up to the galloping horses, flashed at the moment they were about to collide, and then pulled the soldiers off their horses, and many more pounced on the infantry brigade, and everyone's eyes were red, as if they had found a tasty prey.

Kang Laosi and the others could only helplessly gather to Liu Ji's side, because there was no place to stand below.

"Let them go, they are invited to fight, don't rob others, the reward is theirs, and the battle exploits are ours."

Liu Ji took a piece of cloth that he didn't know where to go, wiped his eyes, and finally could see things clearly, now he just wanted to go to the river to take a bath, not stand here.

Soon, more and more mountain people rushed down the hillside, and the rest of the people also managed to bypass the woods on the side, and a team of nearly 3,000 men infiltrated the enemy's rear in all directions, and Xi Dongzan was terrified.

That demon-like young Tang man gave him a great shock, if there was no such person's existence, even if there were thousands of mountain people in front of him, he would have the confidence to win the battle, and the Tang people, who could not count more than twenty, obviously became their backbone, making these mountain people burst out with unparalleled combat effectiveness.

The advantage in numbers is gradually emerging, every Niborak soldier often has to face several mountain people, but also have to guard against arrows that don't know where they come from, those are good hunters in the village, the arrows shot are ruthless and tricky, plus, their own commander didn't even hit a face, he was cut into two pieces, think about those Tang people who are eyeing each other, where is there still a lot of fighting spirit?

"No, let's go, noble." There were still two of his guards left, and when they saw this scene, they hurriedly persuaded him.

Xi Dongzan didn't know how to return to the sky, but he fled in front of this son again, and he couldn't swallow this breath, and his subordinates couldn't move when they saw it, so they simply got started, and a guard snatched a few horses from the still alive cavalry, and pushed him up without saying anything.

"Let's go."

If he doesn't go, he can't do it, seeing that the mountain people are about to close up, and if he doesn't leave, he is afraid that he will be torn to pieces, and he doesn't care about the nearly 100 Tibetan people, so he turns his horse's head and heads towards the city of Kabiyero, and when he turns back, he just looks at the young Tang man on the hill.

It was a heartfelt sneer that made his heart sink to the bottom all of a sudden.