Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

This Qiu Si of Ma Zhiyuan perfectly reflects Zhou Yi's current situation, wandering around alone on a black narcissus, looking up, there is only a boundless Luoyang wilderness, and he doesn't know where to go.

Zhou Yi suddenly thought of the time when he was on Wudang Mountain, and the time when he was fighting with his brothers and sisters Although his martial arts were very poor at that time, he was carefree every day and now

Alas!

Zhou Yi sighed lightly, raised the reins in his hand, and then galloped away.

After walking for less than half an hour, a black line appeared on the horizon not far away, and the black line was like a thin stream of water.

And this water is expanding at an astonishing rate, it turns into a black stream, and then into a black river, and finally, as if a hundred rivers return to the sea, and all the black lines converge into an endless black ocean!

Thousands of troops poured out from under the horizon, surging towards Zhou Yi with overwhelming momentum, that piece of terrible darkness, so dark that it was dazzling, the soaring killing atmosphere made people almost dare not face it, the soldiers and horses surged forward, the momentum was like a storm, as fierce as a wild hurricane, they thousands of surging came, swept in a dense formation, and swooped over.

Of course, Zhou Yi will not fail to know this army!

"Zizhi Tongjian" said: "King Qin Shimin selected more than 1,000 elite horsemen, all dressed in armor, divided into left and right teams, so that Qin Shubao, Cheng Zhijie, Wei Chi Jingde, and Zhai Changsun were divided into generals. In every battle, the people of the world were taken as the striker by Xuanjia Shuai, taking the opportunity to attack, and everything was destroyed!

Like a black cloud crushing the city, invincible, invincible, invincible Da Zhou's trump card - Xuanjia Jingqi! It's just that at this moment, Zhou Yi keenly felt that the Xuanjia army in front of him was no longer the invincible iron army led by Murong Chui that he had seen in the Divine Capital in the past.

As if he had discarded his soul, he no longer had that vigorous, loyal and patriotic vigor, and only the fighting instinct forged in a hundred battles, and the current Xuanjia Army was almost reduced to a simple killing machine.

Zhou Yi was horrified in his heart, and almost reflexively turned the reins, driving the black narcissus to fly away in the opposite direction.

The simple Xuanjia sergeant is just a rough man with rough martial arts and a strong body, and he is not in Zhou Yi's eyes at all, but now the military array composed of hundreds of Xuanjia elite cavalry has almost set off a monstrous killing intent, like a black cloud overwhelmingly pressing over, almost like Wu Cao and Sun En that day, which made Zhou Yi have a shuddering sense of fear.

But Zhou Yi ran less than half a pillar of incense, and nearly 100 Xuanjia elite horsemen came up from the front, Zhou Yi suddenly woke up to the enemy's strategy of attacking the east and west!

Zhou Yi hurriedly silently recited Bing Xin's decision to calm himself down, and then the Nine Heavens Spirit Sense spread out endlessly: At this moment, there are about more than 100 horsemen in the front, judging from the momentum, it should be the elite of the Xuanjia elite cavalry, specially to carry out the task of intercepting Zhou Yi, although the number is small, but the threat is not inferior at all.

The more than 300 riders behind him not only chased closely, but also divided into two ways in an orderly manner and quickly sandwiched up from the two wings, obviously aiming to win.

Zhou Yi immediately made a decision, pulled the reins violently and turned the head of the black narcissus's horse, and broke through in the direction of Luoshui.

The strength of the horsepower of the black narcissus is really incomparable, and the kung fu of less than a few breaths has rushed to the front of the enemy formation, and the first few Xuanjia elite riders saw Zhou Yi riding the black narcissus flying over, they were startled, and when they panicked, they hurriedly beckoned Yu Qi to step up their defense, and at the same time stabbed the spear in their hands, trying their best not to let Zhou Yi enter the formation.

Facing the cold spear, Zhou Yi had no fear in his heart, took a sharp breath, and actually shouted violently, struggling to pull the reins, and the black narcissus jumped up at the same time, and suddenly pulled up several feet out of thin air, and the men and horses jumped over the heads of the soldiers in the front row and rushed straight into the formation.

Black Narcissus stepped on his hooves and burst out with his feet. The soldier in the middle of the hoof didn't even have time to scream, his neck was broken, he flew upside down and fell off his horse, and was killed on the spot.

Zhou Yi also randomly broke into the battle array, and the black narcissus suddenly let out a heaven-shattering roar, and the following war horses were all shocked, and they stopped moving, and retreated.

How could Zhou Yi let go of such an excellent opportunity, he took the lead, first jumped into the enemy's sword mountain and sword forest, the blue water sword in his hand was like a shower of rain constantly lit out, and there was no living enemy within a three-meter radius of his body!

"A thousand cups are not drunk, come and die!"

Suddenly, an angry shout sounded from not far away, and Zhou Yi raised his eyes to see that it was a burly, tiger-backed big man, dancing with a Zhangba snake spear in his hand, and his momentum was monstrous, like the fierce Zhang Fei of Cao Jun who drank back millions in front of the longboard bridge.

Battlefield fighting is completely different from martial arts competition, in the face of thousands of troops and horses, no matter how many thousands of illusions you can play, you may not necessarily have to be an axe from a sergeant with amazing arm strength. And the little God of Wealth has long had the ambition to dominate the world, and at the beginning of the establishment of the Brotherhood Alliance, he secretly cultivated an army for the purpose of fighting on the battlefield.

And the Yan Lie in front of Zhou Yi at this moment, who was taught by Zhang Fei, has considerable skill in the Eight Snake Spear in one hand.

Zhou Yi slapped his horse silently to meet him, and Yan Lie laughed wildly again: "Look at Grandpa poking you into thousands of transparent holes!" Compared to Yan Lie's huge body of nearly two meters, Zhou Yi, who was of medium stature, did look a little pitiful. For a while, the morale of the Xuanjia elite rider was suddenly greatly boosted, as if he died tragically under Yan Lie's spear, which was already Zhou Yi's only ending.

Yan Lie held steel spears in both hands, and slammed each other's heads from top to bottom with the momentum of the horse, and the dozens of catties of iron spears swung out in his hands seemed to have the power of opening mountains and cracking stones, just bringing up a gust of wind that made the faces of the surrounding sergeants feel painful!

The steel spear struck in a thrilling arc in the air with a terrible wind, and a hideous smile appeared at the corner of Yan Lie's mouth: "No matter how high your martial arts are, what is the use of your martial arts, and how can you be my opponent on the battlefield?" He was expecting the muffled sound of the other man's brain cracking

But the picture that Yan Lie was expecting did not appear.

Zhou Yi's dexterous staggered movement was like a gust of wind that disappeared without a trace on the horse's back. Yan Lie's steady blow was missed, and the two horses galloped past.

Before Yan Lie could be surprised, he suddenly saw a very strange scene: he was getting higher and higher from the ground, and he could also see his headless body rolling down the horse heavily, and the red blood on his neck was spraying high and high, and even the simple long sword in his hand that was not drunk was dyed red

Seeing the death of his brave commander, the entire army lost their voices, silently looking at Zhou Yi's figure like a god, standing proudly above the black narcissus.

Zhou Yi didn't stop for a moment, shouted, and the roar kept hitting the hearts of the surrounding armies, and then Yan Lie's spear in one hand, holding the spear in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, slaughtered fiercely, and the soldiers and horses in front of him were suddenly frightened, and they subconsciously dodged Zhou Yi.

Between the conflicts, Zhou Yi's heart suddenly tightened, and a sense of danger suddenly emerged, and Zhou Yi swept back with a horizontal spear. Suddenly, a person stepped on an unparalleled light skill, flew on the horse, and approached Zhou Yi directly, and slapped a powerful iron palm with a strong blow.

"Gah!"

With a muffled sound, the spear in Zhou Yi's hand was actually broken into two, and the man actually knocked Zhou Yi and Black Narcissus back a few steps with one palm.

Zhou Yi slowly stood up, and his gaze at the person in front of him suddenly flickered.

"Lime Moan!"