When Bai Changzhi, who was still in the leopard cavalry army, saw the "black cloud" above his head, he couldn't help but curse with hatred: "Qiu Yi, this woman is really fucking vicious." As the Fire Tiger army was shrouded in a rain of arrows, Bai Changzhi strengthened his determination to assault. At that moment, he directly and completely released the strength of the heartless state, and under the wave of the long knife in his hand, a trace of fragmented breath clouds spread out lightly in front of him, and within ten zhang, the leopard riders who were touched by this breath were all cut off.

Most of the upper bodies of the leopard riders who were cut in half fell to the ground, and many of them were left with only half of their bodies on the ground struggling to die, screaming "cough cough" in their mouths, making the last sound of their lives, and crawling on the ground with both hands in vain, as if they wanted to escape from this Shura field. For a moment, the scene was extremely bloody. But the black panthers, who had lost their owners, roared and rushed over, wanting to avenge the Lord.

Bai Changzhi's right hand crossed the long knife, and the dark red aura wrapped around the entire knife, and the aura of his whole person was gradually changing. The blood vessels were hideous and sinuous on the surface of the skin, and the skin that had been a little dark by the war and dirt also turned dark red due to the accelerated flow of blood, and he grinned, indescribably cruel, the whole person was like a demon king roaring, and regarded the 20,000 leopard riders as if they were dead souls under the sword.

The black panther who was about to rush over stopped instantly, and the animal's instinct for dangerous things made them turn around without hesitation, wanting to leave here, while the other leopard riders had to continue to press up, their task was to block it slightly, otherwise if they directly let Bai Changzhi pass, it would not be easy to explain to the Tianhuang clan behind them.

Bai Changzhi stepped on the ground fiercely, and instantly accelerated forward, and the leopard rider in front of him was directly cut into two by him with a knife, and then Bai Changzhi's body was swift, directly facing the direction of the Tianhuang Clan, and along the way, the leopard rider was cut off by a knife, and the rest of the people were already frightened, let them fight against the fire tiger, they had no fear in their hearts, but to deal with such a seemingly almost powerless madman, not many people have such an interest.

Now the last leopard rider is about to turn the leopard's head and get out of the way.

The autumn wings of the Tianhuang clan were wearing a light blue short robe, which looked very heroic, and the collar of the robe had a rotating pattern on both sides, which gave this dress a trace of classical charm. Seeing Bai Changzhi's slaughter in the leopard ride, Qiu Yi had a sneer in his heart, he moved the power of the heart so early, and when that person came over in a while, his chances of victory would undoubtedly be greater.

Qiu Yi's bright pupils were full of calmness, she slowly raised the indigo blue bow in her hand, and pulled the bowstring in the air, and a blue invisible bow and arrow gradually transformed, Qiu Yi instantly let go, the bow flew directly forward, the arrow seemed to condense a breath, so that Bai Changzhi had to resist with a horizontal knife, after the crystal blue bow and Bai Changzhi's long knife with a dark red breath collided, the place of impact, within a radius of two zhang, all turned into blue fields, except for Bai Changzhi, the nearby leopard riders all turned into blue crystals, Most of them still maintained the movement of jumping and shouting in front of them, like blue statues, standing on the battlefield like this.

When Bai Changzhi saw this scene, he stopped moving forward, he raised his head and smiled approvingly: "Yes, Qiu Yi, I haven't seen you for four years, and your strength is one step closer, but remember that women are too strong, and men will not like them." ”

Qiu Yi's expression did not change color at all because of this mockery, after the arrow was shot, she pulled out two short knives from her waist, saying that they were short knives, but they were much longer than the dagger, about two feet, and the double knives were a strange bright red color, I don't know if it was due to the material or the poison.

Dozens of zhang away, Bai Changzhi ignored the thousands of leopards riding apart from each other, and after the taunt, he came with a smile and stride, and arrived in front of Qiu Yi in three breaths, and directly slashed at Qiu Yi with a domineering knife, and when the knife arrived, the red breath that was originally wrapped around the long knife "back water" was instantly furious like a tiger.

Qiu Yi didn't look away, as if he was blind to this, and still resolutely raised his double knives to block, and the air around him was as cold as winter at the moment when the long knife and the double knife collided.

The surrounding wingshots and the leopard riders in front of them all hurriedly left this battlefield, and the battle between the two mindless states was not something they could participate in, and therefore, the wingshots in front stopped shooting because they left this area.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, an old man surnamed Zhuang who had attained enlightenment wrote: "To man without self, God without merit, and saint without name." "Only when there is a state of "nothingness" can a practitioner "have", and it is for "no heart" that he can give up first and then get it, and with this kind of humility for heaven and earth, only those who have no state of mind can obtain the power of heaven. In the whole world, there are less than thirty people without a state of mind, or in the Northern Barbarians, or in the Empire, or in other races, all of whom are powerful people who are shepherding and guarding the side.

If someone can look closely, they can see that Qiu Yi's knife skills have the meaning of leisure, while Bai Changzhi's knife skills have a killing atmosphere, these are exactly the two different martial arts paths that the two have chosen, the way of freedom and the way of killing, who is better?

The battle here was in full swing, and on Zuo Yin's side, as soon as he hid under the belly of the horse, he could hear the sound of "whoosh" and "whoosh" above him one after another, and the elm war horse above him let out a terrible scream, obviously shot by several long arrows shot by wings. At the moment, the horse's hooves kept trampling, wanting to leave this land where arrows rained, but on the huge battlefield, how could there be no rain, Zuo Yin grabbed it from the reins under the war horse.

Since death can no longer be avoided, then he can only let this "comrade-in-arms" who has been with him for many days, and now he is dying before his death, Zuo Yin is a little unbearable in his heart, but it is also an extraordinary move. When he looked under the belly of the horse, most of the people in the entire battlefield were hiding under the dead body and the belly of the horse, and some of the people who were still exposed to the sky had no time to hide or lost their horses, so they had to hold guns or raise knives, but under the rain of arrows, it was all useless, and the long arrows of the wings pierced these helpless and helpless people.

All of a sudden, the noise of men and horses, the dull sound of long arrows nailing into flesh, and the sound of blood splattering all over the place, mixed with the main theme of this battlefield.

After the rain of arrows, the sky and the earth are quiet!

This frightening silence revealed a sense of death, Zuo Yin remembered in this silence that he had been alone in the mountains to collect medicine in the three months after his grandfather's death, at that time he was alone in the mountains, every time at night, the mountains and forests were as silent as death, and what could be heard occasionally was the sound of the wind, and there was hardly a trace of the breath of living creatures. Zuo Yin couldn't tell for a while.

How many years later, Zuo Yin recalled this experience, remembered his hiding under the bow of the wing, remembered the silence after the rain of winged arrows, and smiled and told the little granddaughter sitting on his lap about these past events, the girl opened her big dark eyes, flickering at her grandfather, full of curiosity, why is a big battlefield with thousands of troops so quiet? The child didn't understand, but Zuo Yin didn't want to explain the cruelty of this battlefield, he just hummed those ancient ballads of southern Xinjiang gently, and inadvertently remembered the years when he first faced the big war.

In front of the Tianhuang Clan's array, Bai Changzhi had already fought fiercely with Qiu Yi, Bai Changzhi seemed to be crazy, the long knife in his hand was constantly waving angrily, and smashing it towards Qiu Yi fiercely, the ground under the feet of the two was shaken by Bai Changzhi's breath and trembled, and the ten thousand wings of the Tianhuang Clan retreated intentionally or unintentionally, even if they did not face Bai Changzhi directly, they were still shocked by its momentum, and they quietly had a trace of intention in their hearts.

Qiu Yi's blood-colored double knives are like the two wings of a bright red butterfly, flying in his hand like this, as if he was unintentional, as if he was unintentional, every time he could block Bai Changzhi's knife momentum, although it seemed to be suppressed, but Qiu Yi was not defeated, and the crisp bright red breath continued to come from his body.

Watching the two fight in front of the formation, whispers came to mind from the camp of wing shooting.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It's hard to say, but the patriarch may have a smaller chance of winning."

"Nonsense, you dare to curse the patriarch."

", I'm just talking about things, what the patriarch is really good at is bows and arrows, just like the king surnamed Dutong of the mountain who can suppress the battlefield with his own strength on the Death Dragon Pass."

"Damn, I remember that the patriarch's swordsmanship is also good, so why did the patriarch have to deal with that Bai Changzhi's short soldier?"

"How do I know, keep watching, bow and arrows ready, maybe it will be up to us to cover the patriarch in a while."

Bai Changzhi and Qiu Wing's rotation range is huge, so that the entire wing shot leaves enough space for the two of them, which also makes it impossible for them to cover the leopard rider in front of them with bows and arrows, and most of the leopard riders are already entangled with the fire tiger, so that the wing shot can also watch this rare unintentional battle with peace of mind.

As the protagonists of this battlefield, the two people didn't care about other people's opinions at all, only the existence of the other party was left in their eyes, and the differences in the environment seemed to be inadvertently ignored by the two.

Although Bai Changzhi's attack had the intention of madness, his eyes were still clear, he stared at Qiu Yi tightly, and his heart was thinking about the little bit of this alien attack, the useless act of consuming 80,000 ordinary alien races in vain, in the face of Qiu Yi, who gave up his bow and knife, and the abnormal main attack, Bai Changzhi's mind seemed to have some clues connected, but the battle without a state of mind was already enough to consume his mind, how could he think deeply at such a critical time.

At the moment, Bai Changzhi no longer hesitated, the knife momentum continued to strengthen, it seemed that people couldn't figure out where his limit was for a while, Qiu Yi seemed to be a little caught off guard by this instantly enhanced knife momentum, "hiss", the left shoulder of her clothes was swept by Bai Changzhi's blade, and the breath of the protective body was cut in an instant, and the weak clothes were cracked like this, and the snow-white left shoulder was revealed.

Bai Changzhi jumped out of the battlefield one by one, and when he saw Qiu Yi's slippery skin, he was a little embarrassed and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, you have become like this for a girl who has not yet married, and if you can't marry in the future, I will blame myself very much." The words were very frivolous, and in Bai Changzhi's laughing expression, there was any meaning of "self-blame".

Qiu Yi seemed to be a little angry, and directly connected the handles of the two knives in his hand, only to hear a "click", as if due to touching some mechanism, the two knife handles were combined in this way, and the double knives instantly became double-edged spears, and Bai Changzhi looked at Qiu Yi intently, waiting for the next attack.

At this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, a golden shadow instantly appeared in front of Bai Changzhi, and with lightning speed, he was slammed into the air.