This is a horse battle that little carpenter rarely encounters.

Before facing the enemy, he knew that horse combat was not synchronized warfare, because there was enough space for foot warfare, it needed to cooperate with the body, and there were many means and moves, while horse combat was more simple, and it was necessary to master the strength, angle and knife momentum of the knife in an instant, as well as the enemy's reaction.

Everything needs to be thought about before swinging the knife, and after the knife, the competition is the hard power of the knife hand.

There is no such thing as a fancy.

However, at the moment of swinging the knife, the little carpenter felt an indescribable wantonness, as if the blood was burning all over his body, and such a happy release made his whole person emotional, and he felt that the whole world was showing a bright red.

All his previous cautions in Ganjiabao were left behind by him at this moment.

The beauty between life and death is not something that everyone can see.

I can.

The power on the old snow is not something that everyone can feel.

You can.

Clang!

A loud sound sounded, and the old snow knife erupted at that moment, and the power of the tiger was combined with the explosion of the little carpenter, and it was integrated into the artistic conception of the knife soul, at an extremely strange speed, but it cut off the opponent's thick and fast horse chopping knife.

Then the quick knife sank into the opponent's neck, bringing out a drop of blood and splashing in the air.

The two fast horses staggered by, and then the little carpenter rushed forward, and the man who was fighting him fell to the ground with his head tilted.

Then, the little carpenter turned around, and saw that the second stunned man had also followed, his face was flushed, and it was obvious that he had suffered some losses in the fight just now.

Fortunately, the little carpenter rode back abruptly and stopped the other two men.

This time, the two of them were obviously on guard, and they used all their strength when they came up, one of them was still a powerful character, and he was not taken advantage of by the little carpenter, but between the slashes of the old snow, with a great tiger power, the two of them felt a huge pressure, and the hand holding the knife, in a short time, was not able to be raised.

At this time, Qin Rulong, who was tumbling to the ground in the distance, had already gotten up from the ground.

He turned over on the same horse at the help of the burgader behind him, and then he actually stood on the horse's back, bent his bow and arrows, and began to shoot again.

Although this time there was no one killed or injured by an arrow, it also put tremendous pressure on the enemy.

The second was stunned and was rescued by the little carpenter, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted at the little carpenter: "Go and save Lord Yuan......"

It turned out that on the other side, Gan Wenyuan, who was besieged by everyone, was in a crisis.

He began to scramble and struggled.

The little carpenter glanced at Qin Rulong and the two who were approaching at high speed not far away, and without hesitation, he pulled the reins and rushed towards the crowd not far away.

The battle here also attracted the attention of everyone not far away, and Saiguan Gong saw the little carpenter rushing on his horse and shouted, "Stop him." ”

He felt that he was about to take down the person in front of him, so he didn't want to be distracted and let his men stop him.

When the two swordsmen on the periphery of the battle group heard this, they turned around and raised their swords in the direction of the little carpenter's rush, and at this time, the little carpenter rushed like a bolt of lightning, and the old snow in his hand was like a fluttering feather, avoiding a man's long knife and falling on his neck......

Swish!

The head flew up, and blood shot out, but the man was slashed by the little carpenter.

As swift as the wind.

The blood that rushed to the sky frightened everyone in the field, although they knew that this person was very fierce, but such an old and spicy and resolute, murderous posture like drinking water really made this group of swordsmen in the northwest a little confused.

Looking at the young man's face, doesn't he look like the kind of murderer who has been in battle for a long time?

After the little carpenter swung his sword, he rode his horse, and after rushing out more than 20 meters, he suddenly returned, and after increasing the speed of the war horse to the extreme, he raised the long knife in his hand again.