Zhang Xin threw out the blood-stained green clothes, which fell to the ground with the breeze flickering, and happened to land in front of the Turkic cavalry formation. Seeing this scene, one of the Turkic people present only felt a wave www.biquge.info of anger filling their chests, especially the Turkic commander who was so angry that his originally blue eyes were red, and his hand on the scimitar on his waist couldn't stop trembling, and a long string of vicious curses in Turkic language burst out of his mouth.

In Turkic customs, it is necessary to launch "Ali Kemu", which is often a challenge between warriors and never stops.

"Alikomu" is generally warrior against warrior, how can there be one person against two centurians? Insulted by this, the bearded faces of the two Turkic centurions turned red, and a centurion carved with white feathers suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, drew his knife in his hand, and drove forward! Behind them, the Turkic knights roared and followed behind the centurion, and the war horses spontaneously formed a sharp arrow formation during the charge.

Zhang Xin shook the lance unhurriedly, shook off the blood beads stained on the blade, clamped his legs hard, and held the lance in his hand, and he was alone in the cavalry formation of the Turks!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xin had already rushed in front of the leading Turkic centurion. The centurion with a white feather carved feather on his head saw Zhang Xin's rough and arrogant face, but in fact he had an abominable face, and he roared, and the scimitar slashed down his head like snow.

When Zhang Xin saw this knife, he didn't dodge or dodge, but stabbed with both hands, and the long lance went straight to the centurion's heart. Zhang Xin's lance is one zhang and two feet long, and the Turkic scimitar is only four feet, and before the scimitar can cut into his body, this lance can pierce the Turkic centurion to the heart!

The Turkic centurion's face turned ruthless, and the scimitar in his hand was not blocked, but his body was dancing on the horse, and he twisted his waist to the bottom of the sea to catch the moon, and just used his shoulder to shoot at this heart. Xindao is desperately injured in the shoulder, and he wants to kill you madman! But he didn't want Zhang Xin's long lance, which was already as fast as a meteor, to suddenly be three points faster, and change direction on the way to his throat. The Turkic centurion was unexpected, and he "fluttered" in his throat, and he immediately lost his breath.

The two horses were wrong, but between the lightning and flint, they had just beheaded the centurion, and countless swords and lights in front of him faced Zhang Xin. is a good Zhang Xin, there is no fear on his face, he controls the horse with his legs, and connects the points with a long lance in his hand, and he actually moves to attack, and there is no half-point defensive move. But the lance is longer than the knife, and Zhang Xin changes his tricks very quickly, often before the scimitar has cut his body, Zhang Xin's long lance has already pierced into the heart or throat first.

In a few breaths, Zhang Xin had already come out of the formation, but under the chaotic knife, there were several more wounds on his chest, and more than a dozen ownerless war horses were scattered behind him.

Zhang Xin thought to himself that he couldn't kill more than a dozen people in a single charge, when would these hundreds of people have to be killed? After going out of the battle at the moment, he didn't slow down, his right hand stuck the long lance on the ground with a "grabbing" sound, grabbed the horse's reins with both hands, and with a "drink", the war horse man stood up and turned his head off. Zhang Xin clamped the war horse between his legs, retrieved the lance inserted in the ground with his left hand, and chased after him with his tail.

The Turks didn't have Zhang Xin's high-speed reining skills, so they couldn't turn around in a hurry, so they could only turn their backs to Zhang Xin's anxious "wow" screams, and let Zhang Xin catch up with him and pick them to death one by one.

The Turkic commander looked at the cavalry of the entire two hundreds, and was driven by Zhang Xin from the east to the west, and from the west to the east. One by one, they were picked to death by Zhang Xin from the horse, and finally let out a shout, and the sound of "boom" was divided into several strands and scattered. In an instant, the entire two hundred-person teams were beaten by just one person! Immortal God, is this still the invincible Turkic warrior? How did I raise such a bunch of garbage! The face is also like a Sichuan opera changing face, from black to red, from red to purple, and finally from purple to white.

Zhang Xinyao chased the Turks all the way like a martial artist, and at that time there were still nearly 100 Turks, but the courage was taken away by them, and no one had just turned around and slashed even a knife!

Seeing this situation, the Turkic commander was so angry that he scolded: "Waste! A bunch of rubbish! Suddenly, he raised his hand and shouted hysterically: "Shoot the arrow!" Shoot the arrows! ”

Zhang Xin heard someone in the Turkic array shouting "release the arrow", and his face changed. Without hesitation, he turned his horse and ran. But before he could take two steps, a rain of arrows flew from the Turkic array, black and pressed like a dark cloud, and he came towards Zhang Xingao with a scream.

Zhang Xin saw that thousands of feather arrows were pressed over by dark clouds, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to dodge, and his mind turned sharply, thinking of the song that the Turkic centurion had just played, and he was doing the same, pulling the reins of the horse with his left hand, and the war horse turned around at high speed, and the horse was facing the rain of arrows.

Zhang Xin threw the lance to the ground, grabbed the horse's reins tightly with both hands, folded his left leg, and shrunk half of his body on the other side of the horse's belly. Before he could hide it, he heard the sound of a rain of arrows shooting into the horse's body, and in an instant, I don't know how many feathered arrows were inserted, and the exposed left arm was also painful.

The war horse that had snatched from Xiao Dart's head screamed sadly, rushed forward two more steps, and finally fell down with four hooves weakly, and fiercely pressed Zhang Xin under him.

The Turkic array could not see the specific movement of Zhang Xin, and could only see that after a rain of arrows, only dense feather arrow carving rods and horse corpses twitching on the ground remained on the ground. Jundao let your martial arts cover the world, and a chaotic arrow has not been shot into a sieve in the past?

Zhang Xi saw this scene at the checkpoint, only to see that Zhang Xin had died in ten thousand arrows, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

The Turkic commander said in his heart that this man is always a character, although he belongs to two races, it is not good to let him be violent in the wilderness. With a wave of his hand, the hundred-person corpse collection team before came out of the formation.

The hundred-man team that had come to collect the corpse had barely taken two steps when they saw the sudden movement of the horse's corpse full of feathered arrows. Zhang Xinxin under the horse corpse supported the heavy horse corpse with both hands, and pulled his legs out from under the horse corpse little by little. Two wolf's tooth arrows were inserted in the left forearm, but fortunately, these two were fired at the wrong angle, and they only shot in a few points, but failed to hurt the muscles and bones.

When the hundred-man team saw that Zhang Xin was still alive, they were all shocked at the moment, but they immediately thought that he had lost his sword and had no horses. If you are like a toothless tiger, why be afraid? At that moment, they all shouted in unison, drew their waist scimitars, and killed them on horseback.

When Zhang Xin saw that the Turks had killed again, he was both happy and worried. Happily, these Turks are killing their horses, and there will never be another round of arrow rain in the future, right? If there is another rain of arrows at this time, he will be shot into a hornet's nest even if he is Da Luo Jinxian. The worry is that now that the war horse is dead, most of them can't beat this hundred-person team, so it's better to run first.

didn't hesitate at the moment, turned around and ran, and just ran two steps before he found the long lance he had lost. The length of the blade is light and heavy, and it is much easier to use than a spear. I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I grabbed it in my hand, but I didn't stop at my feet, and I ran to the sentry post with my life.

No matter how fast a person runs, he is not as good as a galloping horse. Fortunately, Zhang Xin was still some distance away from the 100-man team, but when the general ran to the outpost, the 100-man team had already been killed in the back, and Zhang Xin could even hear the heavy wheezing sound of the horses behind him. What's even worse is that the antlers have been sealed tightly at this time.

The antlers are as high as they are as long as they are, and they are densely packed with sharp wooden thorns to prevent anyone from jumping over them. Horses can't jump, let alone people.

Seeing that Zhang Xin had no way out in front of him, and there were chasing soldiers behind him, a cruel smile appeared on the faces of everyone in the Turkic hundreds. A good Zhang Xin, in his busy schedule, he actually thrust the lance into the ground and did a pole vaulting action. This lance is two feet long, and it will fly over the antlers.

But Zhang Xin's jump, although he can reach high, he can't reach far. Seeing that Zhang Xin was about to fall into the antlers and be pierced into a blood gourd by the sharp antlers, a neat exclamation came from the outpost. But seeing Zhang Xin's waist twisted in mid-air, the figure that was about to fall was slightly condensed in the air for a moment, it was at this moment, Zhang Xin's hands pulled out the long lance like lightning, and once again pointed out, it was exactly on the sharpened antlers, with this power, a harrier in mid-air turned over, will turn over the antlers, and fall steadily to the ground.