Yang Yifei's legs quickly alternated, and his feet were really like being smeared with oil, and the soles of his feet were almost sliding on the ground, but with each step he slid out, his body had to move forward more than a foot away, and the distance between him and the Yue Clan King in front of him was constantly narrowing.

Originally, the king of the Yue clan thought that he had thrown off the Qin army, and before he could let go of his breath, he heard a frightened shout from a guard: "What kind of monster is that?" ”

The guards cavalry looked back, and their eyes suddenly widened, how could it be? How is it possible for a person to run so fast? If this continues, it will not be long before they will be overtaken by this monster.

The leader of the Yue Clan's Guards cavalry shouted in horror: "Kill him, go to a few people, kill him." ”

The dozen horsemen running behind slowed down their horses, turned their heads, and rushed towards Yang Yifei, raising their bows and arrows to aim at Yang Yifei as they ran.

Yang Yifei saw this, his body leaned, he swayed from side to side, and began to move in a serpentine shape, this zigzag running method really made the Yue's cavalry unable to aim, and the arrows moved left and right with Yang Yifei's shaking trajectory, but they couldn't find the time to release the arrows.

When the distance was shortened to forty paces, Yang Yifei handed over the bronze short sword in his left hand, held it in his right hand, and the automatic pistol appeared in his hand, and he raised the gun and faced the oncoming Di Rong cavalry.

"Sudden ...... Suddenly...... Suddenly...... Sudden ......"

In the midst of the gallop, although Yang Yifei couldn't get a headshot within sixty meters, it was no problem for the gun to hit.

One by one, the Dijon cavalry fell off their horses, and the other cavalry were shocked, and some shouted: "Witchcraft, this is witchcraft...... Uh......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was shot in the chest and abdomen, and as soon as he fell back, he fell off his horse, and the other horsemen shook their hands, and the arrows flew out.

At this time, there were only five horses left, and the arrows shot indiscriminately naturally could not hurt Yang Yifei, but he was quickly dropped off his horse by Yang Yifei.

These dozen or so horses failed to pose any threat to Yang Yifei, but only made his pursuit a little slower.

He was still about one hundred and fifty paces away from the Yue Clan King and his guards in front, and the effective range of the Glock 18 was 50 to 120 meters, but the maximum range was 1,100 meters, one hundred and fifty paces, and about 225 meters, and the pistol bullets still had great lethality.

Yang Yifei raised his pistol as he ran, turned the fast and slow machine into a burst state, and pulled the trigger on the Yue's guards in front of him.

"Sudden Sudden Sudden ......"

The pistol jumped wildly in Yang Yifei's hand, forming a rain of bullets towards the Yue's cavalry.

However, because Yang Yifei himself was in a state of galloping, and he was not on horseback, he was running on his own legs, and the killing efficiency was not high, and most of the bullets did not know where they flew, but there were also continuous Yue's cavalry who were shot and fell off their horses.

This frightened the Yue's cavalry, and they didn't know what means the other party was using to kill their robes.

The king of the Yue clan was desperate, he looked at the dwindling guards behind him, and cried out in a mournful voice: "Stop the horse, we ...... Surrender. ”

Yang Yifei saw that the Yueshi cavalry in front of him slowly stopped, so he also let go of the trigger, his eyes flashed, his hand turned and the pistol was withdrawn from the system package, and the bronze short sword was handed back to his right hand.

Yang Yi rushed to a stop two feet away in front of the Yue Clan's cavalry, raised his bronze short sword and shouted: "The Yue Clan King stays, and the others leave, otherwise there will be no mercy." ”

The Yue Clan Guards looked at each other, and the Yue Clan King closed his eyes in pain and said, "Let's go!" This stupid decision to plunder the Qin State was made by me, and has nothing to do with you. ”

"You choose another king and lead your tribe to survive, but ...... Never invade the Qin State again. ”

Yang Yifei looked at the person who spoke, only to see that his eye sockets were sunken, his nose was slightly pointed, and the wisp of beard on his chin was slightly forward-turned, typical of the appearance of a person in the Western Regions, he wore a white felt hat on his head, and a robe with red on the top and white on the bottom, looking like he was in his forties.

"Wang ......"

The guards looked at their king sadly, raised their right fists and pounded them on their left chests, bowed, and then turned their horses' heads and headed west, leaving only three horsemen left by the king of the Yue clan.

The King of the Yue Clan dismounted with the three of them, walked in front of Yang Yifei, raised his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed to Yang Yifei, and said, "Powerful Great Qin Warrior, King Mahala of the Yue Clan surrenders to you. ”

Yang Yifei didn't pay attention to the Yue Clan King, but looked at the other three and said, "What?" Aren't you going to go? ”

One of them said in a deep voice: "We are willing to surrender with the king and be a prisoner of your Qin State." ”

Yang Yifei's face became gloomy, and he said, "It seems that you didn't understand what I said, I said...... The king of the Yue clan stayed, and the others left, otherwise there would be no forgiveness. ”

"And, as captives, you really don't have any consciousness at all, you neither kneel down nor throw away your weapons, so stay with you!"

Yang Yifei's "stay" is obviously different from the "stay" understood by the king of the Yue clan, what Yang Yifei said to stay is not a person to stay, but to leave his life.

After he said this, he suddenly unfolded his body and swept towards the three people, and the bronze short sword in his hand swung left and right, instantly wiping the necks of the two people, and finally his body turned, and he was already in front of the third person, and a sword was inserted into the heart of the person.

The three Yue Clan King guards didn't react at all, and as soon as their hands were on the hilt of the knife at their waists, Yang Yifei had already taken their lives.

The reason why Yang Yifei wanted to let those Yue's cavalry leave, leaving only the Yue's king, was because he used an automatic pistol.

Although the other party didn't know what method he was using at all, after all, so many people saw the strange scene, and the few corpses scattered on the road were okay, and Meng Yi and they wouldn't go to check carefully.

But if he killed these hundreds of people, all the wounds on his body were small holes, and when Meng Yi asked, he really couldn't explain it.

If he didn't kill him, he was afraid of revealing his secret from their mouths, so letting the other party leave was the best choice, but these three guys didn't know how to do it, so they had to send them on their way.

It just so happened that his bronze dagger had not been stained with blood until now, and it didn't look like it had gone through a bloody battle.

It was because Yang Yifei deliberately did not avoid when he drew his sword, his heart was pierced, and the blood would splatter, as soon as he pulled out the bronze short sword, the blood of the guards sprayed all over his head and face, so at a glance, it looked like he had experienced a bloody battle.

For the killing of the three guards, although the king of the Yue clan was heartbroken, he did not understand, people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, they have become prisoners, life and death are controlled by the other party, and the other party does not need a reason to kill people at all.

It's just that Yang Yifei's skills really made his heart tremble, it turned out that what they wanted to loot was such a country? What a defeat!

After Yang Yifei killed the three guards, he didn't say anything more, he and the King of the Yue Clan, there was nothing to say, just untied the belts of the three guards and connected them into a rope, and then tied the hands of the King of the Yue Clan.

In the end, Yang Yifei stepped onto the mount of the Yue Clan King, for the sake of the Yue Clan King's initiative to surrender, he did not embarrass him, but just urged the horse to move forward slowly, so that the Yue Clan King could easily follow.

After walking forward for more than 100 zhang, he saw Meng Yi riding the black wind and rushing over, Yang Yifei couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, thanking himself for being fast enough and decisive enough, otherwise he would be caught by Meng Yi.