However, the next moment, everyone's astonishment and ridicule suddenly turned into horror and horror.

"Puff puff!"

With the dull sound of rain hitting the plantains, a rain of arrows slashed into Kumoxi's camp, mercilessly piercing their bodies in their terrified eyes.

Although they knew how to dodge bows and arrows, the enemy's bows and arrows had a long range far beyond their expectations, so much so that under this round of arrows, the Kumoxi cavalry who rushed to the front was caught off guard, and fell like wheat harvesting, and was trampled under the feet of their companions behind them.

It's just that in this round of arrow rain, there are no less than 2,000 Kumoxi warriors who have fallen.

"Rush up, kill them all, kill!"

Ah Huidu roared angrily, his heart was wrenching, his eyes were about to split, and his eyes were even more scarlet, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour. He tried his best to dance the scimitar to the airtight, knocking out all the arrows that were shot at him, and at the same time increasing the speed of his horse to the extreme, and rushed forward frantically.

"Kill!!"

All the warriors of Kumoxi also had red eyes, and the people in front of them leaned on the back of their horses, which could dodge the enemy's arrows well, and secondly, it was also conducive to the galloping of the horses, while the samurai in the rear had all the strength to bend the bow and shoot arrows, even if they could not effectively kill the enemy, but they could also cause a certain amount of psychological pressure on the enemy.

Although the killing of bows and arrows is objective, it cannot yet determine the outcome in a cavalry charge. As long as he rushes over and fights into the local camp, Ahuidu has every confidence that he will tear all the enemies to pieces.

"Clansmen, use the swords and arrows in your hands to tell the enemy that Khitan warriors are not easy to bully! With their blood to pay tribute to their dead compatriots, rush! ”

On the other side, Dahe Chucai was not proud of this, and in the roar, he also urged the war horse to fly fast, leading 30,000 iron horsemen to meet the enemy like wind and lightning.

"Kill !!"

All the Khitan warriors lowered their bows and arrows, raised their shining scimitars, and rushed forward with a roar.

Eighty thousand iron horsemen galloped on the grassland, the scene was so spectacular, just like the torrent that broke the embankment, surging, and the momentum shook the sky. The thunderous shouts were deafening, and the tragic aura rushed straight into the sky, making the sun lose its color.

"Boom!"

The two torrents finally collided together, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble, and suddenly an invisible storm was set off, and a violent roar sounded in everyone's hearts.

In the violent collision, the countless warriors of the two clans who rushed to the front were suddenly thrown out by this majestic collision force, and their bones were broken on the spot, and more people were drowned under the iron hooves by their companions behind them.

When the two strong meet, the brave wins.

Although in the past battles, Kumo Xi won more and lost less, but the growth environment of the two clans is generally the same, and the war horses ridden are all high-class war horses on the grassland, and the impact on victory and defeat is more morale and numbers. Now this battle is not only about life and death, but also about the continuation of the race, all of them burst out with unprecedented potential, and this collision is actually evenly matched.

"Dahe Chucai, accept your life!"

A warrior from Kumoxi came straight to Ohga Chucai, with a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Get out!"

Dahe Chucai was dumbfounded, his left hand quickly reached out, and held the warrior's wrist like lightning, and the heavy force made his body shake violently a few times, but the scimitar cut by the enemy finally stopped in the air.

At the same time, the scimitar in Dahe Chucai's right hand also swung out, and in the sword-like rays, the enemy's head rose to the sky, and the warm and smelly blood splashed Dahe Chucai's head and face.

"Kill!"

Dahe Chucai exhaled, waved his hand and dragged the enemy's headless corpse off the horse, threw it to the ground, and then turned the horse's head sharply, jumped out, and the blood-stained scimitar in his right hand slammed into the body of an enemy's slashing knife, and the huge force knocked the latter back a few steps away, and the scimitar flew out of his hand.

"Die!"

Da He Chucai only paused slightly, then rode his horse to catch up, and his sword fell, and the warrior of Kumoxi was cut off his horse before he could react.

Without looking at the corpse of the enemy, Dahe Chu turned his horse and left, swinging his sword into the enemy's formation. He was born with divine power, the knife was fast and fast, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and he was like entering a no-man's land in the enemy formation, killing all directions.

On the other side, Ah Hui Du was not weak, a scimitar flew up and down, and there was rarely a general among the Khitan warriors who rushed forward. And beside him, the dozens of elite warriors were like sharp awls, fiercely piercing into the Khitan formation, rushing rapidly, setting off a bloody storm along the way.

"Ah Hui Du, Hugh is going to be rampant, can you dare to fight me?!"

Seeing that Ah Hui Du had few people to do, and the Khitan warriors suffered heavy casualties, Dahe Chucai was sad in his heart, and in the roar, he rode his horse towards Ah Hui Du and rushed towards him, but all the Kumo Xi people who blocked the way were either knocked out by him or killed on the spot.

"Dahe Chucai, if you want to die, come over quickly!" Ah Hui Du split a Khitan warrior in half with a single sword, and a cruel and cruel smile appeared on his face stained red with blood: "You Khitans are as weak as sheep, and it is too unpleasant to kill, only your blood is the best!" With that, Ah Hui Du rode his horse towards Dahe Chucai.

"You're looking for death!"

Dahe Chucai's face was crazy, his distorted face was hideous and terrifying, and the murderous aura all over his body was even more intense to an extremely terrifying point. On the raised scimitar, the blood-red bewitching and dazzling, the momentum is fierce and crazy.

"Dang!"

There was no fancy, just the limit of speed and power, the two scimitars collided in the air, and suddenly aroused a string of sparks, and the war horses under the crotches of the two screamed and retreated a few steps back together before turning the huge impact force away.

"Death!"

A look of cruelty flashed in their eyes, and they roared almost at the same time, swinging their knives at each other again.

"Dangdang, dang!"

Dahe Chucai and Ah Hui Du fought together, the sword light flickering, the energy was wanton, and occasionally there was the sound of blades clashing and their angry roars. Both of them hated each other to the core, and they wanted to kill each other quickly, so they both used all their might, knives and knives, and they were extremely vicious.

"Die!"

A Kumoxi warrior laughed fiercely, and the scimitar in his hand tore the chest and abdomen of the enemy in front of him fiercely, and the colorful internal organs were suddenly sprinkled on the ground, but before he could celebrate, a scimitar suddenly burst out of the oblique stab, and plunged deep into his waist and eye.

Under the bright sun, he could only fall off his horse with the enemy with endless unwillingness and despair, and was trampled by the galloping war horses to a blur of flesh and blood, turning into fertilizer for the earth.

The distance between life and death seems to be far away, but on this battlefield it is only a thin line. The imaginary scene of the fierce battle of 80,000 iron horsemen should be magnificent, but the tragedy, tragedy, and hysterical madness are something you absolutely do not want to watch.

The ears were full of people shouting and neighing, and the eyes were full of swords and swords, and the blood stained the earth red, staining the green weeds, making it look so shocking, cold and terrifying under the eyes.

All the Khitan warriors are fighting to the death, even if they die, they will die with the enemy, but in terms of numbers, they are far inferior to Kumo Xi, and Ku Mo Xi is even more wolf-like and murderous under the leadership of the five Qi Jin, although the Khitan side has not been defeated, but it is also a heavy number of casualties. If you just fight so hard, failure is inevitable.

"Dahe Chucai, today is undoubtedly defeated, surrender!"

The shadow of the sword rested, and Dahe Chucai and Ah Hui Du, who had been fighting for thirty times, finally dispersed, panting, Ah Hui Du looked at Da He Chucai opposite with fierce eyes and smiled fiercely. After a fierce fight, his clothes were already messy, and there was a half-foot-long cut on his left arm, which was dripping with blood, and he looked very vicious.

And his opponent was not much better than him, there was also a hideous wound on Dahe Chucai's left leg, Yin Hong's blood was gushing, not only soaking his pants, but also staining the hair of the war horse under his crotch, which looked very terrifying.

"Ah Hui Du, Hugh is going to be rampant! Let's see me kill you first! ”

Dahe Chucai took a deep breath, roared sharply, and raised his knife again and rushed towards Ah Hui Du.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!" Ah Hui Du laughed wildly and swung his sword to meet it without showing weakness.

"Dang!"

The scimitars, which were already full of gaps, collided again, and the hideous and crazy faces of Ah Hui Du and Ohga Chucai were facing each other, and they could almost smell the bloody hot breath spewing from each other's mouths.

"Dahe Chucai, do you want to watch your Khitans all die? Do you still have to struggle? ”

Dahe Chucai roared angrily, his arms shook violently, his body was raised back, and he swung his knife again and slashed at Ah Hui Du's head: "Ah Hui Du, do you think you have a chance to win?" As long as I kill you, Kumo Xi will definitely be defeated! ”

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" A ruthless look flashed on Ah Huidu's face, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger. He jerked his head down, letting go of Dahe Chucai's sharp blade, and his left fist with a large sand bowl slammed into the head of Dahe Chucai's war horse that was close at hand.

Dahe Chucai's war horse screamed sadly, shook his head and retreated to the rear, and the sudden change suddenly caught Dahe Chucai off guard, and his body almost fell off the horse because of the loss of his center of gravity.

"Die!"

At this moment, Ah Hui laughed fiercely, and suddenly swung his knife towards Dahe Chucai's neck, and the evil wind hit his face, and the murderous aura was piercing.

Dahe Chucai was shocked, and hurriedly stabilized his body and raised his scimitar to block. The scimitar in Ah Hui Du's hand swung continuously, "sonorous and sonorous" several knives in a row, the force was greater and greater each time, and Ah Hui Du kept retreating, and finally the scimitar in his hand was swung open by a huge force, and the empty door in his chest was wide open.

Seeing this, Ah Hui Du laughed wildly, and was unforgiving, and rushed in, the scimitar in his hand was like lightning, and the qi ran through Changhong, and went straight to Dahe Chucai's chest, if it was implemented this time, the latter would inevitably be stabbed through the heart.

"King!"

"Protect the King!"

Nearby, the Khitan warrior who saw Dahe Chucai in distress suddenly exclaimed, and at the same time frantically rushed towards Dahe Chucai. However, the nearest person was also a few meters away, and the scimitar in Ah Hui Du's hand was only three feet away from Dahe Chu.