The sky of the grassland was very blue, dazzlingly blue, and the white clouds floating in the sky were wandering faintly, and what happened on the ground had no effect on them at all. [No pop-ups. It's a very beautiful view, and when you see this peaceful sky at a quiet time, you feel refreshed, and you can't help but feel the urge to stop and do it.

In their long lives, they should have seen a lot of blood and fire, right?

This was the question that Yun Xian thought of in the sky, his whole head was dizzy, and his eyes were full of cascading chaotic scenes, and a little red. He felt like he was flying, floating, flying slowly, so slow that he was a little impatient, so slow that he never seemed to see the scene of falling.

Kindness? What's going on with that red firework in the sky? Yun Xian's eyes widened, looking at the fireworks in front of him, and he was particularly puzzled, wondering why there were fireworks here, fireworks without a trace of temperature blooming in front of him. It's beautiful, it's incredible, it's crystal clear, it's brilliant, it's fascinating. After a long time, the fireworks gradually faded, and it was only at this time that Yun Xian suddenly realized that this was his blood, the blood he spewed out.

"Bang", he hit the ground hard, slamming to the ground, his whole back colliding and making an overwhelming sound. Yun Xianting was very clear, and the crisp sound coming from his body was almost subconscious. He knew he had three broken ribs on his left side. As for his hands, they were so numb that they were unconscious, only their fingers were still trembling, that was Yun Xian's natural reaction, he wanted to make a fist, but he could only make his fingers tremble and move, and not all of them, but three.

If you are paralyzed, you don't feel it, then there's no pain. The corners of Yun Xian's mouth were slightly hooked, he knew that his right hand was no longer twisted, and when he was in front of him before, he had been hit and fractured by the huge impact of the war horse, and all he could control was the three fingers of his left hand, and as for his right hand, it had become one of the parts that did not belong to his body.

He felt like sleeping, wanted to close his eyes, and stopped and quieted down under the white clouds in the southern sky. But no, if he stopped, he would die, and he had heard the sound of the horse's hoof, and it came closer and closer in the direction where he was, until the hoof was raised high and came closer and closer to his eyes.

"Ugh." Yun Xian sighed, his legs exerted force, his knees bent forward, and the toes of his soles had firmly grasped the ground, supporting his body, standing up, and facing the horse's hooves. At this moment, his nose moved slightly, and he smelled not only the smell of nosebleeds, but also the smell of dirt and grass on the horse's hooves.

Yun Xian stretched out his left hand, and saw not only the sky, the horse's hooves, but also the Y shadow of the war horse, and the surprised faces of the Xianbei cavalry on the back of the war horse. He grabbed the neck of the war horse, pulled the leather R on it, pulled it down, pointed his toes upward, and swung his body in the air, and when he fell again, he was already sitting on the back of the war horse, behind the Xianbei cavalry.

The left hand grabbed the neck of the Xianbei cavalry, and with a slight twist, the head of the Xianbei cavalry was turned thirty degrees to the right, and the whole person's face had become distorted. After that, it fell, and the owner of the war horse had become Yun Xian.

All of this happened unexpectedly, and it was all over in an instant. One moment ago, many Xianbei cavalry were still looking forward to seeing Yun Xian being trampled into the mud, but the scene they saw in the next moment made them all stunned, and the expressions on their faces were all frozen.

After being stunned for a long time, they reacted, drove the battlefield, shouted, and killed Yun Xian. No matter what, as long as he is alive, he is their enemy, and they must kill him!

"Whoa, whoa." The flying knives of the Oneiroi Machine pierced the air and made a pleasant whistling sound, and every time the flying knives came out, a Xianbei cavalry fell from the back of the war horse.

At the same time as the S flying knife, the Oneiroi machine was still moving, its body shape was constantly changing, and the dagger in his hand had been smeared with a layer of blood, which was quickly thrown out in the process of swinging, and quickly re-dyed again. At almost no pause, he drilled under the horse, dodging the blades of the Xianbei cavalry again and again, and dodging the trampling of the horses' hooves, and his forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

Similarly, the Oneiroi machine also became very embarrassed, the whole person was gray, as if he had rolled around from the dirt, the only thing to be thankful for was that he was different from the toad and Yun Xian who ate the phoenix, and there was no obvious wound on his body, maybe it was under the ashes? No one knew, not even the Xianbei cavalry who fought with him, they only knew that the Oneiroi Machine was as slippery as a mouse on the prairie, always dodging their attacks just right.

What terrified the Xianbei cavalry even more was that this rat could also kill. You never know when your horse's hooves will be cut off, how a wound will appear in the horse's belly to expose its organs, and you will never know where he is attacking you. Often in the blink of an eye, many cavalrymen could see their companions, or cavalrymen from other tribes, clutching their necks, hissing in horror, as if they wanted to say something, and their eyes were full of longing.

They knew that it was a desire to live, and they were also asking for help, let them save him. However, they clearly saw that under the hands of the wounded Xianbei cavalry holding their necks, more blood flowed out, and almost in an instant, his upper body was stained red.

How to save? Can't be saved. They are too busy to take care of themselves, let alone save people? Let them kill people, kill cows, sheep and horses, save people? How do they know how to save people? On the grassland, in addition to inviting shamans who are injured, more people are forced to survive with their bodies, and they can live if they can't!

The wounds of these people could almost be judged to be dead, and the Xianbei cavalry, who were not injured, made a conclusion without doubt.

The dagger in the hand of the Oneiroi machine, the blood Y on it, is not only human's, but also horse's. As long as it is stained with his dagger, whether it is a man or a horse, it will either be dead or wounded.

His hand reached into his bosom and he quickly frowned.

The throwing knife in his arms, only the last one remained! But the Xianbei cavalry in front of him, there are a lot of corpses on the ground, but there are many who are still alive, almost endless!

(End of chapter)