They miraculously crawled back from the burning scorched earth, their hands and knees grazed with blood. But at this time, they had realized that this was a false miracle, no one cared who came back alive on this battlefield, only the one who rushed over to kill Sun Hui was worth caring. After avoiding the flames, they should draw their swords and charge the flames again like real men, and they can't be cowards like the men of the Wendyhan family. They must restore the dignity of their families.

Three teams of cavalry poured out together, and they did not wait for Yan Zongwang to give them the order to attack. Wanyan Zongwang looked at their backs, knowing that he couldn't conquer these men with his majesty, before those faces and hearts as hard as steel, he was just a descendant who had learned some Song formations.

The cavalry on the opposite side approached at high speed, but Sun Hui did not immediately breathe fire.

The Western warrior raised his giant bow again, wound three arrows at a time, and shot left and right. Sun Hui didn't dodge, let those giant arrows hit him, and then he stretched out his hand, pulled out all the arrows that shot him, and threw them one by one towards the hundreds of Jurchen cavalry and the squads that attacked left and right from the front.

The commander led the team around the burning fire, and people were constantly pushed off their horses by the terrible heat wave, and they jumped around in the fire. On the left and right sides of Gebosihan and Gelbian's horses have fallen, Sun Hui's arrow-throwing skills are as accurate as a steppe man, he does not target people, but aims at Gebosihan and Gelbian's war horses, each time the three arrows fly side by side after leaving the string, the seven-foot-long arrow is like a spear that has been thrown, only two feet apart from each other, there is no chance to dodge at all.

Knowing that his attack was useless and would pose a threat to his own people, the Western warrior angrily threw down his bow and rushed forward.

Neither Gebosihan nor Gelbian were ready to turn back, they immediately jumped up and ran towards Sun Hui, firing arrows as they ran. This made Sun Hui have to raise his strengthened arms to defend without having a chance to block the commander in front. There were less than twenty people left in the front team, but they were about to succeed, they had advanced farther than any previous team, they could already see Sun Hui's face clearly, and if Sun Hui breathed fire again, they would take advantage of the gap to shoot arrows into his mouth.

The Iron Harrier warriors roared and raised their long knives, they hated this man from the bottom of their hearts, he alone caused half of the Iron Harrier elite to lose on the battlefield, something that was unheard of on the grassland. No matter how powerful the demon is, these men don't care anymore, they must kill him.

"It's really persistent." Sun Hui sighed lowly. He knew that his plan had succeeded, Wanyan Zongwang would be destroyed here, and Wanyan Zonghan would rush to the rescue with all his might, and this would be the burial place of the two brothers.

He took out the razor-sharp meteorite long knife and rushed out like lightning, swinging it flat. Under a few knives, he cut off the heads of everyone in front of him, those war horses were still galloping forward, galloping past Sun Hui's side, those war horses instinctively feared him and did not dare to rush him, and the headless corpses on the horseback were no longer able to raise the knives in their hands to cut off Sun Hui's head.

Sun Hui held a long knife of meteoric iron, proudly facing the slaughterhouse he had created like a king.

That's what happened to him.

But the next moment, a black shadow swept through the air alarmed him. Under the belly of the last war horse, a person suddenly flashed out, he stepped on the horse's back and jumped in the air, his body leaned back like a bow, and his two hands stabbed Sun Hui's head with a short gun. Sun Hui had no time to dodge, he realized that he had made a mistake, in addition to the young man named Wanyan Zongwang in the enemy army, there were also people who knew his weakness, they could unleash that never-ending power, but it would take time. The samurai don't need it, they kill like a flash of lightning.

With a flash of lightning, the short gun fell.

"Bone Horse!" Wanyan Zongwang shouted. It was a Wanyan bone horse, and no one noticed this warrior hiding in the corpse, and when the horse's team of commanders passed by, he approached Sun Hui hiding under the belly of a war horse.

Sun Hui instinctively raised the meteorite long knife and protected his head.

After Yan Guma landed, he immediately crouched down, and sharp thorns popped out of the pair of silver short spears, and the short spears immediately became six-foot long spears, and he sent the two spears from below, straight through Sun Hui's legs. Once he succeeded, he immediately gave up his gun and drew his sword, and he hit it well, knowing that Sun Hui's leg must have been abolished, and his next target was the Song Army Marshal Flag.

But his knife failed to come out of the sheath, and Sun Hui stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed it on Wan Yan Guma's forehead. The man, who was supposed to be seriously injured and dying, was unusually calm and expressionless, looking directly into the eyes of the man, his hands as hard as iron hooks. Red and black blood gushed from the wounds on both of his legs, and the two shots had destroyed the muscles and veins in his legs, but he stood straight with those ruined legs, without a little shaking.

"Who are you?" Sun Hui asked calmly.

"Finish the face and bones." Wan Yan Guma replied.

Sun Hui didn't seem to use any force at all, and that hand broke through the armor and ribs of the Yan Gu Ma and went straight into his chest. Wanyan Zongwang couldn't believe his eyes, he shouted wildly and led his horse forward, and a brigade of thousands of people followed him. Wanyan Guma didn't let out any wails, because Sun Hui's hand cut his lung tube and diaphragm, and he was completely unable to breathe.

Sun Hui slashed his heart in two with a wave of his palm, and then pulled his hand out, blood bubbling on his hot hand.

Wanyan Guma fell to the ground weakly.

"You're so powerful that you can hurt my body like this." Sun Hui pulled out two short spears and threw them aside, his face was so white that there was no trace of blood, "I like warriors like you very much," he looked at Yan Guma, "It can be regarded as a reward for your bravery, I have changed my plan, I will not kill you all, you can rest assured." ”

"Thank you." A smile appeared on Wanyan Guma's face.

Wanyan Zongwang looked at Sun Hui, they threw down thousands of corpses on this battlefield, but they failed to cut off a single flagpole. A thousand-commander dismounted and rushed over to hug Wanyan Guma, examining his wounds, everything was in vain, Sun Hui's hand turned into a divine blade at that moment, destroying all the internal organs of Wanyan Guma.

Wanyan Zongwang silently raised the firearm and aimed it at Sun Hui, he looked at the battlefield strewn with corpses, felt tired, and endured bitterness in his nose. His head hurt, it hurt like it was about to crack, his heart was empty, like a drum that could bang and make a sound, and he couldn't help but think about the schools of fish that migrated and spawned, the boy who had been beheaded by his relatives, the warriors of the Iron Harrier walking between the pillars of fire, the fire boiling their blood, and they were torn to pieces by the force.