"Kill-" Guo Lun was the first to rush into the crowd of black-clothed assassins and began a frantic fight.

"Kill-" The Ningzhou cavalry behind Guo Lun also roared, urging the war horse under his crotch and rushing towards the enemy who appeared in front of him.

This is obviously a long-planned ambush, and it is also a battle of great disparity.

Ji Qingchen knew that he expected that although the people in King's Landing City who wanted to kill him did not dare to do it to him in Qiaoshan, he did not expect that they would ask others to intercept and kill him, just like the Beirong cavalry that appeared outside Ningzhou City, and wanted to kill himself under the pretense of someone else's hand. At this moment, he really understood why his uncle would be so careful, it was really that the people in King's Landing City who wanted to kill him had reached the level of madness, first with the Beirong cavalry in Ningzhou, and now with the Donghuang Iron Sword in Qiaoshan.

It's just that now, it's too late for him to regret it, so he can only hold the wolf blade on his waist tightly, quietly watch the battlefield in front of him, and want to join the battle immediately when the situation is not good, because since the enemy wants to set up an ambush in Qiaoshan, he must have blocked his retreat.

"Qingchen, you're fine, are you? What the hell is going on? What kind of enemy are we encountering? Why do they still have crossbows in their hands? At this time, Ye Qingchen also poked his head out of the carriage, saw the situation on the battlefield clearly, and immediately asked Ji Qingchen, who was standing quietly on horseback. Obviously, because he experienced the first attack of the Beijon cavalry, he was now very calm when he was assassinated, unlike the first time when he was frightened and hid under the carriage.

"Uncle, it's too dangerous outside, don't come out, just stay in the car!" Ji Qingchen said eagerly to Ye Qingchen, his eyes still staring at the battlefield in front of him, "Today we met the iron sword of the Eastern Wilderness!" ”

"What?" When Ye Qingchen heard the words "Eastern Wilderness Iron Sword", he couldn't help but gasp, and his face was like ashes. He couldn't have been clearer about what the four words of the Eastern Wilderness Iron Sword meant. This is an elite force that has been trained for decades in the Eastern Wilderness, just like the Tiger and Leopard Rider who left the country and the Feather Forest Rider of Dayan, but they are more elite by the Tiger and Leopard Rider of the Leaving Country and the Feather Forest Ride of Dayan, and their duties are not only to protect the monarch, but also to spy on intelligence, assassinate enemy dignitaries and other special tasks. Now that such an elite force appeared in Qiaoshan, Ye Qingchen no longer spoke, he knew what it would mean for the Eastern Wilderness Iron Sword to appear here, so he began to pray secretly, just hoping that a miracle would appear.

Similarly, at this moment, Mingyan had already recovered from the panic of being attacked by the enemy just now, and poked her head out of the car to see what was going on, but as soon as her head appeared, she was reprimanded by Ji Qingchen, "Stay in the car, it's dangerous outside, don't look around!" ”

Before Mingyan could see the situation outside, she heard His Royal Highness Nine shouting, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to look around, and immediately retracted her head.

At this time, the enemy had given up shooting with crossbow arrows, and the Ningzhou cavalry led by Guo Lun was in close combat, and the two sides really fought together.

And the bloody slaughter on the battlefield in front of him made Ji Qingchen really see what the Iron Sword of the Eastern Wilderness is, and what is the true power of an iron sword dead soldier known as the King of the Eastern Wilderness.

Because since Guo Lun led the Ningzhou cavalry to charge now, it was only a moment, and dozens of Ningzhou iron cavalry were cut off by them, and Guo Lun himself was also injured in three places, and the wounds were flowing with hot blood.

"It's a pity! If I could have such an elite swordsman by my side, even if the few people in King's Landing who wanted me to die were mad, they would not dare to deal with themselves so arrogantly as they do now, right? Ji Qingchen sighed softly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but float a grim smile, the fire was burning in his eyes, he clenched the saber at his waist, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty wolf-like light.

Guo Lun, who was fighting on the battlefield, also found that his side had an advantage in numbers, but his combat strength could not be compared with the other party. Now seeing that the momentum of his side was suppressed by the other party, his side lost nearly a third of the cavalry in an instant, and he was also furious, as a Yulin horseman, Yulin Lang in front of the palace of Emperor Dayan, in addition to the night attack of the Beirong cavalry outside Ningzhou City, how could he have been bullied like today.

But Guo Lun is not stupid, he fought with the other party, and he already knew the details of the enemy, and found that the enemy was not an ordinary swordsman, their people were just like the swords in their hands, the purpose of existence was to kill, and the purpose of survival was to complete the task, no different from the dead, only knew that Lu Dao had one word "kill-" and only one purpose "kill-"

Therefore, under the catalysis of this indomitable momentum, the opponent's combat effectiveness will continue to be strong, and he and the Ningzhou cavalry will be suppressed by the other party because of the lack of this bloody and cruel sacrifice of forgetting life and death only for the sword, only for killing, and will feel difficult when they hand over to the other party, and gradually be cut off by the other party, and gradually lose the advantage in numbers.

No, I can't be consumed by the other party like this anymore, I have to find a way to solve the decline in front of me, Guo Lun thought to himself, and his forehead couldn't help but ooze dripping sweat. It's just that in his anxiety, in addition to waving the spear in his hand vigorously, the spear stabbed out like a poisonous snake, constantly picking the approaching enemy off his horse, he couldn't think of any good way at all, and could only watch the Ningzhou cavalry around him fall one by one.

"Kill-" At this moment, Guo Lun was already about to fall into madness, his spear fiercely pierced an iron sword dead soldier who rushed towards him, and suddenly roared loudly, "Towering Dayan, never fall!" The blood is inexhaustible, and the fight to the death is endless! ”

"The majestic swallow will never fall! The blood is inexhaustible, and the fight to the death is endless! Some of the Ningzhou cavalry echoed.

"The majestic swallow will never fall! The blood is inexhaustible, and the fight to the death is endless! Many Ningzhou cavalry roared loudly.

Because of shouting this Great Yan war song, the Ningzhou cavalry who were fighting was suddenly inspired to see death as if they were home, and their bodies seemed to be filled with endless strength all of a sudden, just now they were like lambs to be slaughtered, but now they are like a pack of wolves, and they slashed at the enemy with the long knife in their hands.

Seeing the momentum of the Ningzhou cavalry, Guo Lun took the opportunity to stab out the spear continuously, and led the Ningzhou weapons to suppress the strong arrogance of the iron sword dead man, and slowly turned the decadence just now into the initiative, and stubbornly stopped the attack of the iron sword dead man, and then took the initiative little by little.

Ji Qingchen, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this scene on the battlefield, not only did his solemn face not show joy, but his eyes were full of determination.

After being silent for a while, he still said to Ye Qingchen in the carriage behind him, "Uncle, if Guo Lun and them die in battle, you must not get out of the car, as long as you stay in the car, they will not hurt you." ”

"Light dust, you are ——?" Ye Qingchen suddenly heard his nephew say this inexplicable sentence, he was slightly stunned, and guessed the meaning of the words, his face suddenly turned pale, and he shouted, "Don't be light-"

"Uncle, you don't need to say it again, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Qingchen to return to King's Landing safely this time, since the enemy wants Qingchen to die, as long as Qingchen dies, my uncle may have a chance to survive, and I only hope that my uncle can take care of my mother when the time comes." Ji Qingchen interrupted Ye Qingchen's words, because he faintly sensed that a fierce murderous aura that was not inferior to his teacher Li Qingyi was approaching a hundred steps away, so he said in a commanding tone, "Uncle, you should treat this as the first order that Qingchen gave you!" ”

As soon as his words fell, before Ye Qingchen could answer, he felt a strong murderous aura attacking him.

"Bell-" Ji Qingchen's wolf blade was still out of its sheath and met the other party's sneak attack, his blade was sharp, just like his people. There was a murderous flash in his eyes, he glanced at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, and sneered, "I didn't expect that the dead man who would be here in the Eastern Wilderness Iron Sword is really worthy of his reputation——"

As soon as the words landed, his body had already jumped out of the air, slashing at a black shadow that was moving backwards rapidly.

When the black-clothed swordsman sneaked up on him just now, he didn't expect that the seemingly weak Nine Emperor Prince in front of him still had such great strength, and he could take his fatal blow in a hurry without changing his face, he had already tested Ji Qingchen's strength from this blow, and now seeing Ji Qingchen's powerful knife killing him, he didn't dare to take this cold attack, jumped forward, and used his agile body to dodge this knife.

Ji Qingchen forced the other party back with a knife, and pressed step by step, not giving the black-clothed swordsman a chance to fight back at all, the black-clothed swordsman was forced by his sharp blade to have no power to fight back, and gradually after a long time, the flaws were revealed, and Ji Qingchen immediately seized this excellent opportunity, and the wolf blade slashed at the opponent's throat without hesitation.

His knife posture is very tricky, it is the "straight chopping knife" in the ten styles of breaking blood, it is good at fast, mainly powerful, the purpose is to cut the throat of the enemy in the shortest distance, the greatest strength, the most direct way, it is the most consuming force of the ten styles of breaking blood.

So when he saw the blade like lightning slashing towards his throat, the black-clothed swordsman's pupils began to constrict, and he found that when he faced this chilling knife at this moment, the murderous aura coming from the blade completely made him lose the courage to fight back, and he could only watch as Wolf Feng cut his throat.

But just as the blood was splashed five steps, a heavy long sword suddenly appeared in mid-air and blocked the wolf edge.

"Bell-" Wolf Feng touched the long sword, Ji Qingchen suddenly felt a strong force shook his blade, and at the same time, at the moment when the wolf blade was unfolded, he felt a slight pain in the tiger's mouth, he knew that he had met a real master, so he immediately put away his sword and took a step back, moving his gaze to a middle-aged man who was about thirty years old and had a thin face that appeared next to the black-clothed swordsman.

"The sword of leaving the country, the sword of the Eastern Wilderness. I really didn't expect His Royal Highness Nine to be able to get the true inheritance of Li Qingyi, the god of war who left the country, and he had the essence of the Ten Styles of Breaking Blood, it seems that this time Qiaoshan and his party did not disappoint Tie Jian. Being able to meet the Wolf Blade Descendant here, Iron Sword is willing to fight with His Highness! The middle-aged man who claimed to be an iron sword said lightly, there was no trace of emotion in his tone, he was cold like a dead corpse, as soon as he said this, the murderous aura emanating from his body was like a cold winter day, and Ji Qingchen was wrapped in it in an instant.

Hearing the other party's introduction, no matter how calm Ji Qingchen was, there was still a bit of surprise in his eyes that could not be noticed by others, because just by hearing the other party's name, he knew the strength of the very ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him. Iron sword, the sword god of the Eastern Wilderness, broke the charge of the 3,000 cavalry of the Great Yan with only one long sword eight years ago, and killed a bloody road to the east from the encirclement and interception of the 3,000 Great Yan elite cavalry.

In this battle, Dayan's three thousand elite cavalry lost more than half, and they had no strength to fight again, and the iron sword was sealed as a god because of this battle.

Facing such a terrible man who was sharper than a sword, Ji Qingchen asked himself that he had no confidence in victory, so he didn't answer Tie Jian's request to fight, but just held the wolf blade in his hand tightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the other party's body.