The sound of the head being thrown into the air was not finished, and in the night, a figure fell steadily on the back of a horse, and the knife in his hand was lifted upside down, and the blood beads brought out the sparse sound of rolling, cutting through the edge of the blade, converging on the tip of the knife, ticking down.

"Jingle Bell~"

There are also crisp and pleasant silver ringtones.

Su Qing held a knife in his right hand, squatted above the horse's hips, shrunk his waist, bent his back and bent his legs, and his posture was very strange, like a mandrill spirit and a wild ape old monkey who only carried a knife.

The man on horseback, his face was not seen, he was blocked by a black cloth, but his pupils were shrinking suddenly, because he felt the vague but somewhat heavy gasp behind him, and wisps of hot heat hit the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end, goosebumps were breaking all over his body, and his mouth involuntarily let out a hoarse cry, and with a wave of his right hand, he twisted and slashed behind his back.

But before his body was completely twisted, it was already suspended in the air, and the vision in his eyes suddenly shifted, and he saw a person riding on the back of a horse, at the middle waist, riding the lower body, the upper body from the chest and abdomen up, missing, and close to the horse's hips, a thin figure was carrying a long knife, slashing through the air.

Immediately unconscious.

Su Qing crossed the back of his knife and pulled the half of the corpse down, his body slid down, and he was already riding on the back of the horse.

Holding the handle of the knife in one hand and the reins in the other, Su Qing was very murderous, and he must not let these people form a formation again, otherwise the arrow formation will be formed again, then he will be in big trouble.

"Kill!"

"Wow-"

The black cavalry and archers now seemed to have been aroused to be ferocious, and they drew their swords out of their sheaths, turned their horses' heads, and charged at him, giving up the formation, thinking that the arrows were about to run out, and they were finished.

For a while, the light of the cold sword lit up in all directions.

Pursing his dry and hot lips, Su Qing's expression was calm, seeing that there were no arrows, he let out a strange laugh in his mouth, the long knife was horizontal, and the blade of the knife slapped on the horse's buttocks, and the horse immediately ran away.

He took off the scarf from his face, and wrapped his right hand tightly with the hilt of his sword, the tip of which pointed directly at the many cavalrymen who rushed over, and then rode up to meet him, like two armies charging, a brave general who fell into battle alone.

"Come!"

A deep sigh.

Dozens of horsemen rushed with swords and horses, and in a blink of an eye, they were in front of them.

Su Qing held the horizontal knife and held his breath, the muscles and flesh on his arms were immediately visible to the naked eye, and the muscles and bones were exposed, tight as a string, accompanied by a low cry in his mouth.

"Hey!"

The sword has been slashed out by him.

For a while, the sound of screams, the neighing of horses, the sound of weapons breaking, the sound of cloth tearing, the sound of corpses falling to the ground, the sound of blood and water splashing, too many voices all broke out at this moment, crushing the silence between heaven and earth, and also breaking the loneliness on this piece of yellow sand.

In the faint moonlight, I saw a man riding alone, riding a horse and a horizontal knife, rushing and killing in a torrent of cavalry, raising his hands and pointing straight at the tip of the knife, and fiercely chiseled through.

Even if he fell into it, Su Qing still didn't panic, the knife momentum changed to fierce and fierce, his hands were clenched, he was fierce and cracked, the momentum was strong and heavy, the blade was over, and the first few people even brought knives, all of them stopped and broke their waists, and they were cut off on the spot.

In the startled hustle and bustle, blood splashed and sparks shot out.

Shouting and killing all over the place, the two sides fought each other in short quarters, and passed by a mistake, and when they turned their horses and stabilized their positions, they turned to look.

On the ground, there were mangled corpses, some of which had been cut in two, some of which had been trampled into mud by their hooves, and the death was horrible and miserable, and the ownerless horses scattered aimlessly.

Su Qing was covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his or someone else's, his clothes were ragged, and he could vaguely see strips of fine blood, and the cloth wrapped around the handle of the knife had long been stained with blood, and there were seven or eight gaps of different sizes on the edge of the Pu knife, his eyelids trembled, and his left hand had drawn a sword from behind his back.

The cold sword light suddenly appeared, Su Qing's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and the killing intent was everywhere, this time, his long sword swiped back, and cut out the blood on the horse's buttocks, and the healthy horse under the seat neighed in pain, and immediately galloped wildly.

Castration is even faster.

"Death!"

"Drive!"

Once again, the two sides went straight to the top.

Su Qing slowly swallowed his breath in his throat, ignoring the dust and sand that he had inhaled, and waited until the cavalry approached, before he swallowed this breath, the long knife in his right hand suddenly stood up, but the tip of the knife poked at the ground, and the whole person turned away from the horse's back with strength. The remaining dozen or twenty people of the Black Cavalry Arrow Team did not expect such a change, and the blades fell into the air one after another, and they saw Su Qing leap over their heads, turning over, and the Pu knife in his hand had already cut out a crescent-like sword light in the air.

"Puff puff—"

Amid the screams, four or five people fell off their horses one after another, and blood broke in their throats.

Although the rest of the people were shocked, the knives in their hands were not ambiguous, and they came over one after another.

Su Qing took advantage of the momentum of a slash, the long knife poked the ground again, the momentum of the body falling immediately stopped, and the volley flipped again, and everyone saw a sword light like autumn water in front of everyone.

Sword light, sword light.

The collision of the two brilliances kept coming, and it seemed that there was a green snake shuttling among the many white rays, strange and ruthless.

And I saw blood spilling out.

The short confrontation was abrupt and inexplicable.

Su Qing had fallen back on his horse in an instant, pulled the reins, and looked at the black flag arrow team behind him, the long knife in his hand, the tip of the knife pestle, with the pace of the horse's hooves, the tip of the knife cut across the sand, giving birth to a faint sound of rubbing.

One by one, the good horses paced restlessly in place.

Some of the masters on their backs covered their bloody throats, making gurgling noises, difficult to make a sound, their necks were bursting up, their faces were red, and they had turned over and fallen to the ground during their struggles, and some of them had already lost their breath, with a hole in their eyes and a hole in their hearts, or they were empty on their shoulders and necks, and their heads were missing.

All dead.

No, not all of them are dead, there are two more.

These are the last two people.

Su Qing's breath was heavy, his eyes were flat, and he habitually shook the blood on the sword, he put the sword into the sheath, and then lowered his head, the bell on his wrist was splashed with blood, Su Qing frowned, reached out and wiped the bell on the corner of his clothes.

"Drive!"

And those two people, frightened and inexplicable, turned around and left, they wanted to flee, they wanted to run.

But just ran out of the length of seven or eight steps, at the moment when the two of them changed their position, they suddenly saw a simple knife behind them, like an arrow from the string, which was thrown out by a calm and powerful right hand, from back to front, flying out of about 20 meters, not only the person behind him flew up, but also the remaining momentum, even the person in front of him was pierced through the chest, and the two of them were just like sugar gourds, falling into the desert, and there was no movement.

"Hmm~Whew~"

Slow your breath and gasp for air.

When the breath slowly subsided, and the wound on his body gradually stopped bleeding, Su Qing spit out a mouthful of turbid saliva.

He drove his horse, and put away the drops of blood and his knife one by one, and then rode up to the two poor worms that had been pierced by the long knife, raised his hand and grasped the hilt, and drew the knife, and the blade of the knife slashed through the air, and a concussive buzz was struck, bringing out a stream of hot blood.

Glancing at the mess on the ground, the corpses and broken bones all over the ground, Su Qing's eyes shook, and his dry lips full of dust and sand moved slightly, he carried the long knife on his shoulder, and suddenly let out a high-pitched and sharp long howl from his mouth, as if he was venting something.

"Ahh

But it's not over yet.

"Drive!"

Raising his eyes to the west, Su Qing patted his horse and hurried again, and slowly disappeared into the night.

On the desert, silence has returned again, and the horses have scattered in all directions, leaving only a mutilated corpse, and the wind and dust are getting bigger, whether it is a person or a ghost, it seems that it will be covered by the yellow sand.