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The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the dense sound was like the beating of war drums, while kicking up a thick cloud of smoke and dust. I saw about thirty cavalry riding forward, the cavalry was tall, and the horses under the seat were also shiny and shiny, very miraculous. Wearing a pitch-black heavy armor on his body, the spear in his hand is cold and shiny, and the fully wrapped helmet cannot see his face, which makes his temperament more serious.

The cavalry galloped around the land without fear. With that iron-blooded temperament that belongs to a warrior!

Not far ahead, a black shadow left at a rapid pace, and where the black shadow left, he saw several soldiers turn into smoke and dust and dissipate.

Seeing this, the cavalry was even faster, and the sound of horses' hooves became louder and louder, and they swooped down on the target like a gust of wind. Although the speed of this black shadow was fast enough, it was still more than a step slower than the cavalry that sprinted.

The black shadow was soon besieged by these cavalry, and the man in black had to stop, his pale face full of hatred. He took out two knives from his waist and slammed them out with a sharp sword light, trying to break through and escape.

These cavalrymen were calm and calm, controlling the constant movement of the horses under them and constantly changing formations. Although the sword light of the man in black was surging, each cavalryman parried a few times and was replaced by someone from the rear, and the other cavalry were also looking for an opportunity to attack.

Therefore, the attack of the man in black seems to be turbulent, but it cannot cause damage to any cavalry, but is tired of dealing with their attack.

The sharp edges collided, crisp sounds sounded, knives and guns continued to fight, and the power fluctuated and vibrated greatly.

Although the black-clothed man was aggressive, he was dissolved in the agile battle formation, and he was like a small beast caught in a trap for beasts, full of energy, and able to resist vigorously at first. But the more he resisted, the more he was wounded by the tools around him, until the blood ran out, and he died completely in the trap.

After a fierce confrontation, the man in black had gradually lost his strength, and the spears of these cavalrymen were also ferocious, leaving complete blood holes in his body. In the end, he was directly ground to death by this ruthless iron horseman, and his head was directly jumped by a cavalryman.

After killing the man, the cavalry paused for a moment and continued on his way, still in formation.

However, Yang Ming and Kong Jie, who were hiding in the woods next to them, widened their eyes and tried their best to restrain their qi.

"It's really terrible, if we were caught up by this cavalry, we probably wouldn't be able to escape. Yang Ming looked at the cavalry in the distance, and then sighed with emotion.

The strength of the individual cavalry is not as strong as the previous sword-wielding soldiers, but they are numerous and closely coordinated, and this cavalry battle formation has always been in operation, which is why it is so terrifying.

"This place is really, you can burp at any time. Kong Jie said helplessly.

"Let's go, get out of here. Yang Ming was worried that the cavalry would kill the horse pistol again, so he hurriedly left.

The area is quite large, and the plants and topography in it are very similar, and they look no different, and they have not been out of this place for several days. And this space is not divided into night and day, it is all in a state of day.

During this time, Yang Ming and the others also killed several teams of soldiers, but they didn't gain anything. However, the combat experience is richer, and the handling of these emotionless soldiers is also more proficient.

After two hours of walking, another group of soldiers appeared in front of them. Yang Ming shot directly, and the spear in his hand stabbed out suddenly, directly piercing the head of the first vine armor soldier, and then changed his move to sweep, suppressing the heavy armor soldier and the other vine armor soldiers in the rear.

Kong Jie was extremely fast, and the power of the riot continued to slash at the sword-wielding soldiers. Then guide it in front of Yang Ming in the middle of the battle, the figures were exchanged, Yang Ming's spear tip stabbed the sword-wielding soldier, and Kong Jie's knife directly cut off the head of the vine-armored soldier in the rear.

The remaining remnants and the slow-moving heavily armored soldiers, the two of them slowly grinded them to death by relying on their own flexibility, and this is how they figured out their fighting methods and evolved the most suitable fighting methods.

It wasn't until the heavy armored soldiers had turned into green smoke because of broken joints that the two of them gave up.

"Come out, I've been watching it for so long. Yang Ming said calmly.

"Two good men" A man in blue walked out of the woods behind him, smiling: "I have no malice, I didn't come out just now because I didn't want to disturb the two of you and distract you from the battle." ”

Yang Ming looked at him and said, "What is your purpose, why are you looking for us?"

"Don't be so hostile, what I'm looking for you is good for everyone. The man smiled, "You must have been here for a short time, looking for a way to go deeper, and we have found a way to enter the interior, so we want to invite you to join us." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ming and Kong Jie's eyes lit up.

"However, there must be conditions for this method, otherwise you wouldn't have said it. Yang Ming said calmly.

"You have to pay something, after all, there is no such thing as a treasure drop in the sky. The man smiled: "However, this is not a condition, for you and I are equal."

We found a passage into the interior, but outside it was guarded by a sizable cavalry, and we couldn't break through. So we chose to spread the news so that the monks who entered it could gather and fight together.

Zhao Heng of the Purple River Sect, Deng Tong of the Fasheng Sect, and Luo Wenyu of the Lingyun Sect, these three geniuses are already here. There were also a large number of monks, enough to penetrate the cavalry. ”

Kong Jie spoke: "Since you are enough to penetrate, then how can you invite us?"

"One is to be insured and to prevent any accidents. The second is because in this case, no one will give up their lives and forget about death, naturally the more people there are, the better, and the state will not be damaged. So what we're looking for is something that has enough strength so that everyone is good. The man smiled.

Yang Ming and Kong Jie exchanged glances, and they both felt that they could do it.

"It seems that we have no reason to refuse. Yang Ming shrugged.

"Welcome two of you to join us! The man in blue arched his hand.

"Yang Ming" "Kong Jie"

After the three of them had finished talking, they walked together, and after two hours of walking, they stopped in front of a relatively large number.

The clearing in the middle of the woods had become a large camp, where monks of all shapes and expressions sit, numbering in the hundreds, who interacted with each other very little, except for a few people who were close together.

Yang Ming observed this place, and there were three people who looked very unique, and they didn't need to get close to the area they were in.

A man dressed in lilac clothes leaned against the edge of a tree, with fair skin, red lips and white teeth, and a slight bewitching look between his eyebrows. This should be Zhao Heng of the Purple River Sect.

In the open space not far away, there was a man in yellow meditating cross-legged, tall, upright, and the whole person was calm. What caught the eye was that his hands, twice as large as ordinary people's palms, were like two pampas fans, shining with an earthy yellow light.

The last one was a slender man, dressed in a cyan robe, with a casual expression, black hair tied up with a hosta, and a bamboo flute around his waist. He doesn't feel like a fight, but like a trip to the mountains and rivers, revealing leisure.

These two people have no sect characteristics, and they can't distinguish their identities, but after listening to the conversations of others, I know that these two people are Deng Tong and Luo Wenyu.

However, Yang Ming also found that Han Xiao was also in the crowd, but the number of disciples of the Wuchuan Dao Sect around him was not large.

"Hmph!" Han Xiao also saw Yang Ming and Kong Jie, and snorted coldly.

Then people came one after another, making the camp seem more dense.

"Almost. Zhao Heng got up and looked around, and his tone was flat:

"You should know the purpose of coming here, not far ahead is the passage into the deeper part of the tomb of the Great Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, but there are seven or eight hundred cavalry phantoms outside the passage, and you can only enter it if you defeat them. If you come here, don't pay attention to what you do, go all out to break through this place, and those who slack off are more likely to be killed by the weak ones among them. ”

After Zhao Heng said this, everyone was silent, there were indeed people who wanted to deal with it at will before, but after listening to the analysis of the pros and cons, there were naturally a lot fewer people with this kind of psychology.

"Senior Brother Zhao, there are basically young talents here, but what should I do if there are some people who have no strength to sneak in?" Han Xiao's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of mockery on his expression.

And the direction of Han Xiao's gaze was where Yang Ming and Kong Jie were.

"These two people are just in the Spirit Pool Realm, but they want to fish in troubled waters, what qualifications do they have to join it? If these cats and dogs can join, then what are we?" Han Xiao shook his head slightly, looking like he sighed.

Everyone's eyes moved to Yang Ming and Kong Jie, and these condensed heart lotus cultivators could clearly perceive that there was no heart lotus in their bodies, and they were still in the spirit pool realm.

"These people who are fishing in troubled waters, it is better to clean them out as soon as possible, in case they drag their feet during the battle and let us all be affected, it will be a big bad thing. Chen Feng in the crowd suddenly spoke, he seemed to have made friends with a group of people again, and he was really a good hand at drilling camps when talking there.

Although the other monks didn't say anything, their expressions were still slightly pensive.

Zhao Heng frowned, thinking in his heart.

Although Han Xiao's words made sense, they had already come, and if they were expelled like this, they would also be affected in the eyes of others.

Zhao Heng can only be this faint leader because he summoned him, Deng Tong and Luo Wenyu are not fuel-efficient lamps, they are very happy to see Zhao Heng fall into the limelight.

"Huh?" Yang Ming sneered, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, full of disdain.

The spear in his hand is clenched, the majestic qi and blood are running, and the momentum of the riot is directly killed!

In Han Xiao's surprised eyes, the spear like a black dragon stabbed directly into his chest.

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