Tiefutu went one step further and let out a thunderous roar, his hands held high, and the broad-bladed greatsword with its gauntlet in the form of a huge cross raised high, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Yue Fei saw the heavy cross-gauntlet giant sword smashing towards the top of his head like a mountain, he was not sure that he could use his treasure sword to block such a blow, so he could only dodge on his back. Tiefutu's sword missed, smashing into the ground, and the tip of the sword sank straight into the ground. As if it could split the earth, his greatsword sliced through the ground in an instant, revealing the pitch-black dirt beneath it.

Yue Fei stood firm, defended with a horizontal sword, and slowly retreated.

Tiefutu's arms slowly spread, and he looked at the sky with a reverent gaze, the blade of the giant sword glowing as if it were a fiery red color in the sunlight. He began to spin, and the fiery red of the blade became more and more dazzling, like molten iron in a furnace, and the temperature kept rising. The speed of his rotation became faster and faster, and gradually, Yue Fei could no longer see his figure clearly, and the blade of Tiefutu's giant sword roared with a terrible roar, and the whole person pushed towards Yue Fei like a huge spinning top. Everywhere he went, it was like a violent wind and tsunami blowing, flying sand and rocks, and the Jurchen warriors watched this scene in horror, as if they had seen a miracle.

Yue Fei had no way to stop the attack of this Iron Floating Slaughter, this Western warrior's lamentable and terrifying strength combined with his strange swordsmanship was simply defenseless. Yue Fei couldn't see Tiefutu's movements clearly, and the sharp wind was already rushing towards him a few steps away.

There was the sound of horses' hooves as they went up the riverbank. Just a horse, hooves thundering.

Iron Float did not stop, at this moment he already had the advantage of the battlefield, no matter who came, he was enough to wring men and horses to pieces. As the horse approached, it smashed a Jurchen cavalryman who tried to ride his horse to block it, and the Jurchen warrior on the horse was knocked out of the saddle, and one of the northern war horses under his seat was knocked into the air, spitting blood. The other party did not pause, and stabbed a spear into the heart of the Iron Floating Tu, the black spear was a foot and two feet long, the head of the spear was huge, and the iron ring attached to it resounded from time to time.

The spear collided with the blade of the giant sword wielded by Tiefutu, and an iron spear head flew sideways. The blade of Tiefutu's sword kept coming, slashing the horse in the chest. Tiefutu felt pain all over his body, as if he had slashed against an iron wall with all his strength, and he was almost knocked out. Incredibly, his blade failed to disembowel the horse, and the metal horse armor completely ate away at his power. The horseman on horseback stabbed out the bald spear, and Tiefutu realized that the gun was made of iron, and it was still sharp after the head was cut off.

He gripped the handle of the iron spear with one hand, and the fierce horses of the opposing cavalry retreated against him. Iron Float trampled through the ground, touched the buried stones, tried to stop the retreat, and slashed down again with the swing of the giant sword in the other hand.

Another two-foot-long iron rod flew sideways, but the opposing cavalry still pierced the remaining eight-foot iron spear.

Tiefutu had no choice, and even though he was wearing armor, he couldn't stop such a horsepower stab. He grabbed the barrel of the gun again, and slashed again!

There were seven feet left in the iron spear, and the other party still didn't stop. Tiefutu roared, but instead took a step forward, leaned forward, and put his shoulders around the horse's neck, gritting his teeth and not backing back. He grabbed the barrel of the gun, and this time slashed straight to the center!

The Song warrior on the other side only had four feet of iron rod left in his hand, and he suddenly pulled the iron rod back, held it high above the top, and whipped it down with all his strength against the top of the Iron Floating Tu. Tiefutu raised his arm high to block, this round of attack and defense both sides used all their strength, at this time it was already the end of the crossbow, in the whipping, the opponent pulled the war horse back, and Tiefutu also slowly moved back. He jumped back sharply, and the Song knight also grabbed the war horse and stopped stepping forward, and the two sides gasped for a draw.

Only then did Tiefutu really see his opponent clearly, the approaching steed and the Song warrior on its back shrouded in jet-black steel armor, showing no skin, as if it had been forged from a single piece of iron. The blow he had just hit in the chest of the warhorse only shattered the center of the steel armor inward, but it never cracked. Tiefutu could not imagine such metal, and his sword slash could cut a fist-thick iron plate in half, and the cut was smooth. And the northland steed that had been knocked away was lying in the mud, dying.

"Mao Zhi, you are an iron unicorn, you shouldn't leave the team." Yue Fei knew who was under that majestic iron mask.

Yang Zaixing gave up the half of the iron spear in his hand, jumped off the horse, and slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist: "Brother Yue, you can't fight him alone, I'll help you kill him and go back, it's not bad for a while." ”

"Good!" Yue Fei didn't talk nonsense, and pointed at Wanyan Yinshu Ke behind Tiefu Tu with a knife, "There is another one of him." ”

"I can't run away." Yang Zaixing nodded, his eyes still staring at Tiefutu, "My name is Yang Zaixing, his name is Yue Fei, you, report your name!" ”

Tiefutu's gaze flashed with a hint of sadness, but it was fleeting.

"Geral. Hader. He had a strange name out of his mouth in an unfamiliar language.

"You're good! Let's fight again! Yang Zaixing said, raised his long knife with Yue Fei, and pounced.

Sun Hui, who had completely turned into Hai Dongqing mixed in among the circling vultures, watched Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing fighting fiercely with the Jin Army Tiefutu, and somehow a feeling of time and space travel rose in his heart.

Because he knew that the Jin Army Tiefutu, who used the cross-handed sword, should be a knight from a Western country.

There were Western knights in the Jin army, which was very surprising to him, a history enthusiast.

But when he thought about it, he didn't find it strange. At that time, Westerners continued to spread Christianity to Eastern countries, because of the vast territory of Liao, Westerners only knew that there was a Khitan in the East, but did not know that there was a Song Dynasty, it is said that some nobles and even princesses of Liao Kingdom had believers in Christianity, and some outlaws in the Western knights hid in the East and even joined the armies of Eastern countries as mercenaries, which is also very possible.

In Sun Hui's judgment, these Western knights should have served as professional mercenaries in the Liao army at the beginning, and the Liao State was destroyed by the Jin, so they would naturally switch to the Jin army and continue their own livelihood. It's just that he didn't expect that Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing would run into them.

Seeing that in this unprecedentedly fierce battle, because of his own relationship, Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, Zhang Jun, Yang Zaixing and other famous generals in history actually gathered on the battlefield today to kill the enemy together, and their performance was very good, Sun Hui can be said to be full of a sense of achievement.

Sun Hui looked at the battle situation of these budding generals again—he didn't want any of them to have a problem in this battle. Because after the end of this battle, he still needs them to take charge of themselves and complete the great cause of the Great Song Dynasty that he envisioned.