Li Xiaoquan glanced at it, raised a three-pointed and two-edged knife, rushed forward, and the big knife behind him waved, under the sunlight, like a huge mirror, the eyes of the people who shined on it were a little unable to open. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Xiaoquan first came to the side of the war horse that was constantly neighing just now, waved the big knife, and pointed at the horse's head, click, the horse's head fell, poof, blood splashed on the grass, and the ground was full of rainbows, the war horse slammed down, and the heavy body smashed down the grass, and with a bang, the grass made a muffled sound, and more blood flowed out of the corpse of the war horse, and the Hun corpse on the side almost floated up.

Li Xiaoquan raised the three-pointed two-edged knife again, and the flying horse galloped forward from the pile of corpses, and the warriors behind him raised their big long knives and rushed towards the Huns' brigade behind them.

The Huns in the back, although a little chaotic, unlike the disorganized ones in front, can still shoot bows and arrows continuously.

Li Xiaoquan's white horse was splashed with red dots, like peach blossoms. Li Xiaoquan didn't have the heart to appreciate this peach blossom, he saw that the Huns in front of him began to restore order, and the archers were concentrating forward, drawing bows and shooting arrows on their horses one by one.

He knew that at this time, the momentum of the Huns must not be allowed to rise again, and he must give a complete blow, so he bowed his head and urged the war horse.

His war horse was originally a BMW, and it was even more powerful at this time. About 10 zhang in front of the Hun archers, those archers were very slow, slowly urging forward.

His broadsword flew back and forth, helping his horse to shoot the bow and arrows that came as it came. As soon as he dialed two bows and arrows, Li Xiaoquan felt that he was basically in front of the Huns.

He raised his head suddenly, hunched his body, urged the war horse with his legs, picked up the three-pointed two-edged knife with both hands, and slashed to the right, the long knife cutting through a huge arc. A bright light swept through the ranks of the Hun archers, and the heads of three Hun archers were crossed off at the same time.

The head fell on the grass and rolled a few times before stopping. Li Xiaoquan was covered in blood, and his face was too, and he didn't care about scrubbing it. With his backhand, he swung the broadsword to the left, and the heads of four more Huns were cut off.

Treasure knife, BMW, fierce general, Li Xiaoquan finally felt like a sigh of relief. He was also proud of his bravery, I don't know if his weapons were too sharp, or because the Huns only wore armor and did not wear helmets, in short, his knife was like cutting tofu, cutting through the Huns' bodies one by one.

Li Xiaoquan opened the road in front, and the big knife team behind him, who followed closely, although it was not as big as Li Xiao's full strength, it was a large piece with a wave.

For ordinary warriors, it is not a big problem to cut a Hun at a time, and a good steel knife can not be resisted by the flesh of the Huns. Chopping people, chopping horses, suddenly the eastern camp of the Huns has been completely dominated by Li Xiaoquan, he feels like driving a fast boat to surf back and forth in the huge waves, taking his war horse as the fast boat, and the flow of the Huns as the huge wave.

The waves rolled there, and he sailed the boat there, and suddenly the waves were shattered by his speedboat, and first turned into small ripples, which were broken into droplets, and there was no longer any threat.

At the same time as Li Xiaoquan rushed into the Hun team and Hao Zhan's Che Zhan army, the Che Zhan army waited for the soybean oil fire to be small, and then directly crushed the south, the formation of the Che Zhan Army was slightly adjusted, the front were all crossbowmen, the crossbowmen on the car seemed to be more handy, the bows and arrows were more than twice as far as the Huns, and there were no Huns' bows and arrows coming, and their bows and arrows had killed and injured countless Huns.

The chariots with crossbows were placed in the second row, but these thunder-flying crossbows were still much farther than bows and arrows. Look at the battlefield, the attack of the chariot army is like a flood rushing through the field, the enemy in front is almost swept away, first flying thunder, chaotic formation, bows and arrows and then intensive killing, and finally the chariot is holding knives and spears to slash the fish that still have combat power.

Jiang Hexing stood in a chariot specially prepared for him in the chariot army, and looked south with a pergola, the Huns had almost no resistance in front of the chariot army, and retreated one after another, looking about to retreat.

At this moment, a small team on the west side of the Che Zhan Army came out, running fast, rushing into the Huns' war horses like arrows, turning into small groups of teams back and forth.

Jiang Hexing saw that it was Zhang Meng who also broke up his team, and they turned into small combat teams, independent and cooperating with each other.

In front of them were 5 people on the chariot, holding huge longbows in their hands, each of them was like an archer, specifically facing the leaders of the Huns.

The five people on both sides of the chariot hugged tightly together, the long and short weapons cooperated, some were responsible for the left, some were responsible for the right, the big sword and spear were waved at the same time, and the weapons and strength of the Huns could not be compared with the people of these special combat divisions.

Like a tiger coming down from a mountain, the flock was gradually scattered and annihilated.

I saw Zhang Meng holding the Glaive Knife in his hand, seeing that the power was definitely not inferior to Li Xiaoquan, the blade flew up and down, and blood splashed everywhere. He was also closely followed by a small warband, which was originally moving faster and faster from the teams of these special warfare divisions, and it seemed that it was the core of the Huns.

At this time, a war horse stood in front of Zhang Meng, and a person like a black tower rode on a big black horse, standing in front of Zhang Meng like a mountain.

The big black man was almost bald, with a few faint yellow hairs, attached to the top of his head, with a pile of flesh on his face, a pair of leopard eyes, and a fierce look at Zhang Meng and the others.

He looked extremely thick, with arms like the thighs of ordinary people, and thighs like pillars. There were black maces in each of the two arms, and the maces looked like they weighed dozens of pounds.

The man had a big black horse under his crotch, and there was actually a white top of his head, which was extremely eye-catching. This horse looks half a head taller than ordinary horses, otherwise it would be difficult to move this beast-like man.

Zhang Meng had already beaten his horse and came to this big black war horse, and a fox smell almost choked him, mixed with the fishy smell of mutton.

Zhang Meng couldn't wait to cover his nose, and said in his heart, before you fight, you can smoke me to death.

Zhang Meng didn't dare to slack off, waved the Glaive Knife, and slashed his head and face towards the top of the big black man's head.

The man was not in a hurry, and swung his mace in his right hand and swung it upwards sharply. The mace just touched the handle of the Glaive Knife, and there was a loud bang.

Zhang Meng felt some tearing pain in the tiger's mouth, and said in his heart that this person's strength seemed to be no less than that horn.