The battle became more and more intense, especially when the cavalry led by the front also joined the battlefield. On the ground, there were corpses everywhere, mixed with blood everywhere. The dying man was wailing, using one cry of pain after another to try to get the attention of others and get help. But at this time, no one has the kung fu to pay attention to them, they are still fighting, still hovering between life and death, and who will pay attention to them?

There, one after another sword light bloomed, and the proud figure stood upright, and the enemies around him kept falling and bowing down. The bright sword light, the open blood flowers, beautiful, a bloody scene.

Human heads rolled down, rolled on the ground, and were trampled by the horses' hooves, completely shattered, and became a thick pool of liquid on the ground.

There are snakes and spears thundering, shuttling black shadows, and the cavalry in Liangzhou is fearless. Everywhere they went, the Liangzhou cavalry hung their corpses, and only a small blood hole was left on the corpse, and there were no extra scars.

What it shows is precise control and ease of use.

In the near distance, the halberd was in the air, and with each slash, it carried the power to cut through the mountain. No matter how the Liangzhou cavalry in front of them resisted, the final fate was only to shoot people to death. When the body is completely halved, it adds new blood to the halberd and its owner.

One after another, the cavalry spears leaped like dragons, and the roar of the cavalry when they collided echoed, and the distance between life and death when they were staggered. There are many people who have stayed where they are and become corpses, whether they die or not, it is the same fate.

In the distance, the tiger roared, and the beasts surrendered. The ancient ingot knife fell, a knife fell, suppressing everything, Sun Jian walked forward in blood, the blood between his eyebrows continued to drip down, and when a drop fell in front of his eyes, a blood-colored world was presented in his eyes.

A slash, a belt, under the ancient ingot knife, there is no living mouth. As he walked forward, the corpses all the way to the corpses had very obvious wounds, a knife mark, a knife in the chest, and even in the stomach. This knife cut the entire chest of the corpse into two sides, revealing the intestines and various internal organs inside.

Some of the corpses kept their hands on their chests, as if they were trying to stuff their intestines and other things back into their bodies when they died. But they didn't succeed until they died, the wound was too big, and they didn't know how many blood vessels were cut, how many connections were severed, and everything that was exposed could not be returned.

Stepping, twisting, the shield carried another attack. The surface of the shield was pitted, and there were small dots that penetrated deeply, so that the sharp bulge appeared behind the shield. I didn't know how long this shield could last, and Xiahoudun felt that it might shatter into countless pieces of iron at any time.

The weapon he was holding in his other hand was no longer the original spear, but a spear that had been picked up from the ground. The barrel of the gun is full of blood, and it doesn't feel good to hold in your hand, as long as you can use it, you can kill people, and Xiahoudun doesn't have any pickiness about this.

He was wheezing, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth, and his chest heaving again and again.

"Big brother, are you okay?" Xiahou Yuan asked.

He and Xiahoudun were back to back, and the two of them handed over their backs to each other, each facing the enemy in front of them. In front of them, there were a lot of corpses left, and the two of them stood here, unmoving. There is no retreat, there is no place to retreat, behind them is each other, and there is no place to retreat.

Tai Shici's figure disappeared in the cavalry group, his steps were fast, and the spear in his hand became an elusive shadow. The gun is like a wave, and every bit of silver light is like a splash of water, after clicking, it breaks, and after it appears, it is blood light.

There is no need for expensive attacks, those attacks are not of much use on the battlefield. On the battlefield, you can only continue to fight if you condense your attacks into one point and don't spend more physical strength.

In the distance, a sword qi flew out, and among the charging Liangzhou cavalry, a blank road was forcibly cleared. The Liangzhou cavalry that was blocking between the sword light, even the people and horses, turned into two halves, and the blood that flowed out of the body disappeared strangely at the moment it flowed out of the body, and it moved forward along the blood flow on the ground, merging into Yun Ting's body.

The Qingyu Sword presented a psychedelic color in Yun Ting's hands, the blood shadow behind him was completely condensed, and the blood-colored eyes were exactly the same, with strong killing intent.

Where the sword fell, the sword light flew out, and the blood light suddenly rose. In the middle of the battlefield, he has almost no opponents, no matter how fast the cavalry rushes, the sword qi will go faster.

In the ears, it is the pulse of the battlefield, calling, someone calling, blood calling, calling death, calling more blood. Longing for death, longing for destruction, longing for all blood.

Yun Ting's mind was filled with crazy and disorderly killing intent, and there was only a little bit of clarity, and he was still struggling to hold on. He knew very well what would happen after this line of clarity disappeared.

He will be dominated by the Qingyu Sword, and completely become a sword slave who only knows how to kill, controlled by the Qingyu Sword. At that time, it is equivalent to death, his original consciousness will be completely wiped out, and the symbol of the cloud will also be erased from the game.

He will die, but the first to die is the soul that controls the body. The body left behind is dominated by the Qingyu Sword, killing, killing, killing, embracing death, embracing blood, to the moment of final destruction.

Those sword masters who died in the Qinglu Sword basically died like this, because of the power, they got the power, they couldn't control it, and finally they were dominated. After being controlled by the Qingyu Sword, he fell into a state of killing everything and only knowing destruction, and in the end, even death was not free.

Absorbed by the Qingyu Sword, the tyrannical soul, every trace of blood in the body, becomes the nourishment of the Qingyu Sword.

The sword of the killing path, the sword of the green sword. The strength of the Qingyu Sword comes from killing, and the more you kill, the stronger your power becomes.

His palms were trembling, and Yun Ting stood in place, no matter how many attacks came from the Liangzhou cavalry, he would not fluctuate a little. He didn't move, he didn't dodge, he only had his arms, and the arm holding the sword swung out, and the blood-red sword qi slashed out, bringing out a more vivid red.

There was no need to move, he had no enemies, no need to hide, no one could get close to where he was standing. At his feet, a pool of blood had appeared, and his feet had been dipped in blood, and the blood had covered his ankles.

Cold, viscous, bloody, and gurgling bubbles.

Boiling, blood boiling, heart pounding, clouds saw the red of the whole world.

This world is beautiful, a world that people want to destroy!

Destroy! Destroy!

The Qingyu sword slashed downwards again, and the Liangzhou cavalry that rushed was split into two halves under his sword qi. Can't get close, can't get close.

It turned out that in their eyes, there were not many things that would feel fear, but now the figure like a demon god really brought them fear. They are so afraid that they can't believe that they can be so afraid of a person.

The others, although there are also people who block their way, but in their eyes, it is only a matter of time. They dodge, they dodge, they don't even move, and that figure really doesn't move.

He stood there, no matter how close they were, how desperate they wanted to kill him, they all failed. Not only did it fail, but it ended with a large number of deaths of its own cavalry.

Can they win?

Before the war, after the war, come and ask this question, every Liangzhou cavalry will answer very decisively, they can. Now, they don't dare to answer, they don't even want to think about it.

The morale of the army was shaken.

Whether it is Li Ru or Xu Rong, they all saw this scene. Both of them are good at commanding the army, and they have a very deep control over the cavalry, and when they noticed the problems of their cavalry, they immediately knew that things were not good.

An army, and most importantly, a military heart! Morale! The reason why the cavalry under their command crisscrossed Liangzhou and suppressed the Qiang people was that they were invincible and dared to go forward and bite no matter what kind of enemy they faced.

Now, in the body of the cavalry, the two of them no longer see the ferocity like the tiger and leopard in the past. In the past, it was a tiger and a leopard, but now, before that figure, they became sheep!

Even Xu Rong and Li Ru have to admit that there is such a kind of person in this world who will make people fear from the bottom of their hearts. Unfortunately, there is such a one in front of them now.

Li Ru was a little scared in his heart, but fortunately, when Dong Zhuo was injured, he sent Hua Xiong to lead a team of cavalry to escort Dong Zhuo and took the carriage to a safe place. Fortunately, he did not stay, otherwise the current situation, most likely, would have died, especially if he was already injured.

The cavalry led by Li Ru slowed down, and the cavalry led by Xu Rong turned back after a charge, following in the footsteps of the cavalry under Li Ru. The two of them invariably retreated, and they had lost enough here, whether it was a war horse, or all of them were elite cavalry, they had reached a shocking number!

If it continues like this, the victory will be a miserable victory, and when the time comes, if you enter Luoyang City, you will not be able to achieve the expected goal. What's more, victory, in fact, in their hearts, is already an unknown and uncertain result.

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

Whether it is Li Ru or Xu Rong, the orders issued from their mouths are the same. Retreat is a rare choice for the Liangzhou cavalry, but it is not a road not to take at all.

They are wolves and have wolf nature. When faced with a difficult bone, it will not choose to gnaw all the time, it will lurk, look for opportunities, and when you see a weakness, you will kill with one blow!

(End of chapter)