"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

……

Shouts of murder began.

In all directions, there is a surging flow of people, a torrent of iron-clad people, holding guns and spears, countless fierce soldiers, all piercing him, thousands of cold rays, piercing the night, and thousands of swords and lights are coming towards him one after another, there are killing machines everywhere, swords and mountains and fires, I am afraid that it is nothing more than that.

Who is he?

He is Su Qing.

Lift your sword in your hand.

Su Qing smiled peacefully on his face, and swept with a sword in his hand, but saw that in the wind and snow, a wisp of green light suddenly spit out from the sword body, covering the sword and wrapping the blade, which was brilliant and dazzling, making the sword in his hand look like it had skyrocketed three or two feet out of thin air, and then it was a little longer.

"Whoa—"

The sword roars like a dragon's groan,

The green mangs flowed, stretching and shrinking in the night snow, with a thrilling killing intent.

His horizontal sword is a wisp of unparalleled sword qi, he stabs the sword, and it is a wisp of sword qi, a sword swings out a wisp of sword qi, a thousand swords swing out a thousand wisps of sword qi, the sword light is pulled, and thousands of sword lights burst out, the sword aura is clear, and the sword wind is swishing.

The torrent of black suppressed Yuan soldiers, only under this sword qi, is like a weed that has been cut off.

Killing is like mowing lawn.

What's even more weird is that on the narrow sword weapon, a yin and yang ball is rotating from light to extinction, and under the flow of brilliance, Su Qing's strength, if his original urging force is compared to "one", that strength passes through the yin and yang ball, and after it is issued, the sword qi has become "ten".

The power has increased dramatically.

It's not just his energy.

Even if it is a master in the Mongolian army, all the strength can be absorbed by the yin and yang ball, and under the rotation of yin and yang, the opponent's strength can be sent out by the sword, and the power is stronger.

The sword qi is everywhere, the spear is broken, and every move and style is no longer trivial, only in the torrent of the Yuan army, the heads with monstrous blood mist, flying and throwing, and then falling to the ground, and being trampled into blood mud by countless people.

One by one, the people fell, and the people behind them pounced on them with red eyes as if they were crazy.

In the midst of the rapid wind and cold snow, a green rainbow seemed to be not a weapon in the world, outside Su Qing's body, traveling back and forth, flying and fluttering, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

Su Hongxin stood in place and never moved, but the corpses under his feet were piled higher and higher, and as soon as the commander died, these soldiers were already fearless of death, going forward one after another, and they did not want to die.

The fallen corpses were piled up higher and higher, and a mountain of corpses was already on the ground.

"Poof!"

"Hahaha, I stabbed him!"

Finally, the tip of a spear broke through the air and pierced Su Qing's back.

Everyone shouted angrily, as if the person in front of them was still a man, not a god.

But the expressions on their faces changed suddenly.

I saw Su Qing's eyes flickering, and he said softly: "Interesting!" ”

Under the torn clothes, I saw that the hole pierced by the spear was actually stopped in the blink of an eye, and the flesh and blood healed, as if there had never been a wound.

Seeing that Su Qing slowly climbed to the top of the corpse mountain as if nothing happened, he finally let out the first wild laugh at the Mongolian army that could not see the end at a glance. "Haha, come on!"

"Kill!"

Fang Luo's shouting of killing immediately rose again, and above the wilderness, the wind and clouds that only killed were terrifying, and the sky was dark.

Su Qing also seemed to be murderous, the long sword in his hand soared, and a monstrous cold aura came out of the sword, and swept away in an instant, but seeing a radius of more than ten zhang, the figures that were still climbing and surging up one by one froze when they landed, sneering, hideous, and fierce, and all the expressions were fixed on their faces.

All turned into ice sculptures.

The sword light crossed again, and countless ice sculptures all broke off and scattered into ice slag.

Behind him, the soldiers pounced on him again and filled the gap. Bookbag netting

I don't want the sword body to suddenly turn from green to red, green and red, and I can't stop trembling in the evening wind and cold snow.

Su Qing stood on a high place, his eyes fell, his wrist shook, and the long sword immediately burst out of the Qingyue sword roar, the sword light seemed to condense into a bundle, and was swept out by his sword, and as soon as the sword wind passed, he saw a surging wave of fire out of thin air, melting wind and snow, and those who surrounded and killed him instantly burned all over his body, and his body was also covered by the flames.

Su Qing held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand did not stop, five fingers and one hand, and he shook it towards the void, and immediately saw that the snowflakes that were flying and rolling seemed to be sucked into his hand by an invisible whirlpool, gathering snow into ice, but in an instant, he already had a sword condensed by ice in his left hand.

With the double swords in his hand, Su Qing's body was full of energy, and when he moved, he had already fluttered down like a shocking snow, his body turned in the air, light and ethereal, and when he saw him again, the cold smoke around him was like fog, and when he gathered, whoever touched it, the cold energy hit his body, and all of them turned into ice sculptures in an instant, and they burst apart.

The mighty sword qi rushed in all directions.

"Kill!"

Su Qing shouted killing in his mouth, his eyes showed murderous intent, his sword condensed murderous aura, and he had murderous intent.

is already falling into a sea of people.

In an instant, countless people rushed up, and in the blink of an eye, they were already piled up, crushing him underneath.

It's just that I suddenly saw the sharp sword qi rushing straight into Xiao Han, like a rainbow of light, bursting up.

Immediately, all the people on the pile of people suddenly shook into the air, their expressions froze, and then in the air, it seemed that thousands of swords had been slashed, and the whole body was silently shattered, turning into a body with stumps, blood splashed, and stomach and intestines thrown down, it was like Shura purgatory, so it was not terrifying.

But not a drop of the blood fell on him.

Kill!

Kill Kill Kill ......

In the wilderness, earth-shattering shouts and shouts of killing rang out all night.

The rich smell of blood drifted along the morning breeze.

In the camp of the Yuan army, goodbye at this moment, it is already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the blood and water are flowing like a berth, meandering and flowing, going straight for several miles.

There were corpses everywhere, as if a whole body could not be found.

The remnants of the soldiers were inserted diagonally, and the heads were cut off from the ground.

There are even people who die too quickly and have not yet fallen, like ice sculptures, covered with frost, standing still, and have been out of breath for a long time.

"Kill!"

In the distance, there were shouts of killing.

and the sound of war horses rushing into battle, but seeing more than 10,000 elite horses, the horses rushed to kill, rumbling like thunder over the world.

The snow has stopped, and the morning breeze has risen again.

Su Qing dusted off the blood stains on the hem of his clothes.

The eyes are clear, like the first snow.

Sweeping away the battle formation, Su Qing turned the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword suddenly sounded, pointed obliquely at the ground, and then turned his wrist, and the snow within three zhang of the surrounding suddenly seemed like a big wave, rushing to the sky, mighty.

The sword momentum moved again, Su Qing's sword tip was pulled, his five fingers were loosened, and the sword qi in his hand suddenly shook for no reason, as if it was pulled by an invisible qi machine, hovering in the air with the snow waves, and was immediately swept out by Su Qing's finger pluck, turning into a streamer, and rushing towards the Mongolian cavalry with the snow waves.

From a distance, it looks like a mighty snow-colored river, meeting the torrent of iron horses galloping.

Su Qing was slow to catch up.

As soon as he raised his palms, he immediately saw that the palm prints that looked like substance condensed by ice and snow had fallen on the Yuan soldiers on horseback far away.

As soon as they fell, they didn't have time to scream, and immediately saw that these people were like turning into bone meal, and they died simply.

With a move of his hand, the long sword turned back

Su Qing pestle sword in hand.

He looked at the commander of the cavalry, a young man in a panic.

He immediately put away his sword and turned away.

"Leave you to go back and report to Kublai Khan, and in three days, I will take his life!"

The sound is still there, but the people are far away.

When the young man looked back, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that behind him, a galloping horse was still running with its hooves raised, but the people on its back were now ice sculptures and frozen in place.