The roar was incessant, and it quickly approached.

Sheng Zhehan's body was tense, and in his sight, the yellow stone walls that had experienced thousands of years of wind and frost were shattered, and in the heavy sound of horses' hooves, they turned into a puff of dust that exploded, and the yellow sand rolled, and the traces left by the thousands of years were finally pierced through and turned into powder.

It's like a sandstorm that erupts out of nowhere.

The last remaining wall was shattered.

The dull sound of the eruption gradually faded away, followed by the sound of Qingyue's exhibition, after the traces left by the years, nearly a thousand gray flags suddenly emerged, as if the dark clouds in the sky fell, and at the end of the visible vision, accompanied by the sound of thunder, tumbling and surging, roaring forward.

Sheng Zhehan gritted his teeth and looked at the front, but dozens of archers, if they were scattered, there would be no hope and chance of victory, so it was better to be above board, just waiting in front of the other party, dozens of bows, facing the charge of eight thousand elite iron horsemen, almost as if looking for death, revealing the tragedy of immeasurability.

The Iron Guard of Dichuan, an elite heavy cavalry under the command of one of the eight Great Khans of the Golden Horde.

One of the strongest cavalrymen of this generation.

The terrifying weight of more than 5,000 catties on his body showed a shocking degree of delicacy when he charged, neatly and uniformly, like a ball of molten iron that burned red and melted, soaked through the vast earth, and then suddenly stopped more than 1,000 meters away from the Zhanlu Sword Ruins.

The flag, which was originally fluttering towards the back, suddenly moved forward.

Ten thousand people are one, silence is like dead silence, and the great oppression makes it difficult to breathe.

The Huns were far taller and more athletic than the rest of the world, covered in hand-forged armor, dark and heavy, and the iron helmets that rose to the sky were sprinkled with long tassels in the color of the sunset, and the iron helmets covered all their faces, and only the muzzle and nose armor covered their expressions.

In the center, under the scarlet embroidered red and golden wolf flag, a black horse with a height of three meters at the shoulders sits a burly man, shrouded in heavy but shiny black armor, with an ink-colored coat draped over his shoulders, silent, staring ahead, like a towering ink-colored mountain.

Under the battle flag like the dark clouds of the Tianshan Mountains, there is a Hun war horse that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, a color of pitch black, the war horse is under the control of the cavalry, like a long-trained warrior, only slightly shaking the horse's mane, but such a terrifying oppressive force, as if the bowstring is full, it seems that it will charge with an explosive attitude at any time.

Sheng Zhehan looked at the burly man at the front, and the despair in his heart grew little by little.

The man had no fear, completely ignoring the number of people who were waiting in battle, his gaze was withdrawn from the tall sword-shaped building behind them, and a subtle and serious smile appeared on his face, as if he was facing his subjects in his own royal tent, and said:

"Looks like a guest came here one step ahead of us."

"In such a situation, if you can keep not running away, you are already considered warriors, we are just trying to get the sword today, you are not Qin, we don't want to let the blood of you warriors of the Western Regions be spilled here in vain."

"Retreat."

The whip in his hand was raised, pointing in the direction of the side, and said:

"If you leave now, you will be able to save your lives."

As an answer, it was the war bow that Sheng Zhehan raised slightly in his hand, he clenched the middle of the bow of the strong bow, and in the face of being on the verge of life and death, he did not kneel on the ground and beg for mercy as before, and did not speak, but this was already the best and most direct answer.

The Great Khan of the Huns, dressed in black heavy armor, nodded and said:

"Good."

"Give them a death of dignity."

A slightly obese general next to him nodded, driving the war horse, and the armor leaves on his body made a slight shaking and rubbing sound, solemn and cold.

At the same time, in the battle array behind them, there were hundreds of people in unison, urging the war horses under their crotches, their expressions were calm, and they were absolutely proud in the calm, and even the war horses were walking in unison.

Three hundred cavalry stepped out of the overall military formation, the leader of the general raised the cavalry spear in his hand, the black spear pointed at Sheng Zhehan in front of him, not transparent at all, the pace of the entire heavy cavalry team gradually unified, in the void, stepped out of a giant wolf with black hair, and cold eyes, lurking in the air above the heavy cavalry, revealing fangs and claws.

The general's own strength skyrocketed in an instant, from the original first to the fifth grade, to the peak.

He took a very calm and indifferent look at Sheng Zhehan, and slowly urged the horses, weighing thousands of pounds of war horses, and the three hundred horses instantly turned from the original stillness to a rapid gallop, and the horse's hooves tumbled down, roaring like thunder.

The spear in his hand was raised, and the lone wolf roared and pounced forward.

At a distance of more than a kilometer, he had already rushed in just a few breaths, Sheng Zhehan's expression was cold, and his right hand secretly emitted a fierce energy, cutting off the original trap, but in the face of a trap that was enough to threaten the multiple sixth-rank martial artists, the heavy cavalry, whose average strength was only about the ninth rank, did not slow down at all.

Not only that, but the speed is faster.

Sheng Zhehan stared at the heavy cavalry who had not noticed the trap in front of him, but were still charging rapidly, his heart was beating faster, and he immediately gave birth to a trace of expectation, and his eyes flashed.

If so, if so.

Able to weaken the other side.

Yes, you can!

At this moment, the heavy cavalry came into contact with the trap they had laid, and Sheng Zhehan's eyes lit up with joy, and at this time, he found that a cruel smile appeared on the exposed chin of the fat general, and Sheng Zhehan thought of something in his heart, and his expression changed slightly.

Oh no, they found out!

But the heavy cavalry did not hide.

The smirk on the general's face turned into pride, and he raised his head, as if to show his treasures, pride, and even arrogance, with a gun in his hand, word by word, and shouted in a long voice:

"With me, invincible!"

The knights behind them either saw the trap that suddenly appeared, or they couldn't see it, but they didn't hesitate at all, and didn't think about whether they would fall directly from their horses if they didn't slow down and rushed forward, and didn't think about whether they would die there this time.

Absolute trust, even absolute self-confidence.

Because their generals, are right in front of them.

for their fellow soldiers are on their right and left.

So, no need to fear, no need to be afraid, it has come to this, all that is needed is to reciprocate with the same trust and the joy of inevitable victory.

Spears are like a forest.

So there was a shout like a landslide and a tsunami.

"With me, invincible!"

In the sky, the lone wolf army roared and pounced on the charging heavy cavalry, three hundred people, at this moment, burst out of no less than a thousand people charging together with the terrifying momentum, rushing like thunder, that is the thunder in the sky running on the earth.

What is the iron army in the world, not afraid of death, and move forward bravely.

The front of the army, although the world is big, invincible!

The Burnier family is criss-crossed, based on the strange mechanism of one side. In the third breath of contact with the vast steel torrent, Sheng Zhehan quickly reacted, but the cavalry was already approaching, or at the same time as breaking through the trap, it meant that the next moment was about to be crushed.

His expression changed suddenly, and he looked back and shouted angrily:

"Retreat! Retreat, retreat all of them! ”

At the same time, he suddenly retreated sideways, the speed was extremely fast, it was already the peak so far, and when he was in the air, he immediately took a bow and continuously shot out powerful and incomparable arrows, as if a dragon had won a pearl, Lu Yingbo aimed his five fingers at each other, and shouted in a low voice.

With the ripples visible to the naked eye, a side of the heaven and earth was shrouded in all kinds of poisonous gases, and in the poisonous gases, arrows rotated and fired, wrapped in various colors of poisonous mist, like dragons, rushing into the camp of the cavalry.

Sheng Zhehan didn't even have time to have a trace of luck in his heart, and the poisonous fog had already broken through.

The heavy and thick armor on the body provides them with the strongest protection, and the arrow will be unloaded by the generals at the moment of shooting, and the rest will be borne by all the army members, even the war horses that are comparable to the physique of foreign beasts.

Sheng Zhehan is a five-rank martial artist, extremely fast, but the rest of the martial artists do not have such a body, the crazy galloping heavy cavalry, like a chariot that has crushed the mantis arm, the speed has not weakened at all, and those masters of the rivers and lakes have lost most of them.

Sheng Zhehan's heart rose with anger, gritted his teeth, and the arrows in his hands shot out, and at the same time, he suddenly burst into the heavy cavalry from the flank, and the war bow in his hand was used as a melee blade, and the heads of several cavalry on the flank were instantly cut off with a bowstring.

The blood gushed out and poured on Sheng Zhehan's body.

The long-forgotten madness grows like weeds in the bottom of my heart.

The military general rose up instantly, raised the gun in his hand, without any fancy duties, and swept towards Sheng Zhehan, who resisted with the bow in his hand, but was still swept out by such a majestic and terrifying force, only to feel the severe pain in the meridians around his body, and the blood in his heart and mouth was churning.

The man stood up with the neighing of the war horse under the general's crotch, and the spear in his hand was about to stab at the heart of Sheng Zhehan's eyebrows.

Lu Yingbo suddenly appeared, a pair of white palms interlaced, imprinted on the general's heart, visible to the naked eye Qi waves vibrated out, swept left and right, Lu Yingbo floated and retreated, and the general was pale, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the momentum of the charge came to an abrupt end.

The formation instantly dispersed, turned into a small military formation, and rushed towards the warriors of the Burgir family.

And the military general who was injured internally led dozens of guards and went straight to Sheng Zhehan and the others, the latter gritted his teeth and suppressed the surge of his injuries, and shot out the bow and arrow in his hand one after another, while Lu Yingbo was fighting in close quarters with the pace of the rivers and lakes.

After dozens of moves, the soul of the army was weakened.

Sheng Zhehan's eyes flashed, and the arrows spun and shot out, piercing through the seven guards who were not afraid of death in front of the general, piercing the thick and heavy ink-colored armor, and entering the body for several inches, and at the same time, Lu Yingbo's poison finally played its role, and the opponent's anti-poison elixir and military spirit were corroded, and they became powerless to resist in a blink of an eye.

In the end, almost half of the three hundred iron horsemen fell to the ground.

Most of them died of poison, and the general of Wupin led the rest of the cavalry, desperately turning back to the original military formation, his right shoulder was pierced by Sheng Zhehan with fingering, coughing up blood in his mouth, with a little light green, when he repelled these people, Sheng Zhehan gasped heavily.

His qi had been depleted by nearly seventy percent, and the palm of the hand holding the bowstring was still trembling slightly.

Raising his eyes and glancing around, even he had a flash of intense pain in his heart, the original dozens of family masters had lost too much this time, including him, there were only six people left, and the masters in the Burger family were already enough to break their muscles and bones.

Their martial arts are stronger than those iron horses, but as masters of the rivers and lakes, they have never encountered such an enemy.

As if he didn't know fear, he didn't know death, and he went one after the other.

When one person dies, the other will run forward on the corpse of his companion, constantly fighting, using his left arm when his right arm is broken, and hitting his body when both arms are broken, and gnawing with his teeth, they have never seen it, and even some people are caught off guard before they lose their lives.

More than a dozen heavy cavalry, even if they dismounted.

With the help of the war horse, it is not difficult to deal with a seven-rank martial artist who is good at long-range attacks.

Because there is no substantial difference between the martial artists at this stage.

Sheng Zhehan supported his body not to fall, looking at the tragic battlefield around him, his breathing was a little short, and he was tired, extremely tired.

But at this time, he clearly heard an indifferent voice, coming from the front of the army:

"A strong enemy worth admiring, an opponent worth fighting."

"The next person, who wants to challenge them?"

As if he had never seen the horror of the poisonous array at all, and did not see the corpse of his comrade who was still lying on the ground, in the blink of an eye, several generals shouted, one of them urged the war horse, dragging thousands of pounds of heavy war hammer in his hand, and said:

"Next, I'll challenge you."

"Out of battle!"

The heavy cavalry who were still out of battle didn't seem to have seen the scene of the tragic battle just now, or rather, such a tragic battle, but it made the battle spirit in the hearts of these heavy cavalry more and more high.

This is a rare assault army in the whole world, in the face of a strong enemy, they are afraid, but compared to fear, the hearty hand-to-hand is more enjoyable for them.

Not afraid of battle, not afraid of death.

Only the scorching battle spirit can sharpen such a peerless iron horse.

The last time it was three hundred rides.

This time, there were 500 horsemen.

The generals led by him are even stronger than the talented people, with a strong breath and stronger strength, like a humanoid tiger, entrenched on a huge war horse, slowly moving forward, and the iron horse behind him is also slowly adjusting his breath and pace.

Sheng Zhehan grabbed the blade in his hand.

He had already understood that the other party did not regard himself and the others as opponents at all, and the reason why he did not kill them in one breath was that he was worried that it would affect the Zhan Lu Sword Formation behind them, and secondly, he was disdainful of bullying more and less; Third, it is also necessary to use them to train the troops, and not miss any opportunity to sharpen the soldiers' edges.

They are nothing more than prey caught by wild beasts, and now their struggle is nothing more than playing.

A trace of despair appeared in Sheng Zhehan's eyes, and even Lu Yingbo, who was in the fourth-grade realm, was powerless in the face of the world's strong army led by the fifth-grade generals, naturally powerless, this is really enough to wreak havoc on the world, and the eight thousand people in front of him are equivalent to the Great Qin Mansion, and they are pouring out with all their might.

The tall military general raised the hammer in his hand and raised his head and said:

"The other party has shown courage and strength that is not inferior to that of our warriors, and it is time to respond."

"Charge!"

The crotch was all ink-colored, and there was not a single stray hair of the war horse, and the five hundred weights followed, the horse's hooves tumbled, and it was like thunder, Sheng Zhehan threw down the bow and arrow in his hand like crazy, and raised his hand to still put the corpses of one war horse after another forward, blocking the front of the charging formation.

The rest of the warriors who were still alive reacted and did the same.

Many of the horses also fell to the ground, at this time, it was a natural roadblock, and in the face of the corpses and mounts of their former comrades, the other party might not be able to rush up.

Before the rushing army, the warriors of the rivers and lakes with all the wounded frantically shook the heavy corpses, even the delicate Lu Yingbo was the same, and the momentum of the charge became more and more huge, which made their actions ridiculous and powerless.

The eyes of the leading generals were cold, and there was no hesitation.

The iron horse behind him is like a cold light, like an arrow shot from a full strong bow, instantly sweeping the earth, stepping on the former robe and the corpse of the war horse, the comrades have died, so continuing what they have not done is the best memory for them.

The military general looked arrogant, looked like a mad dog, drew out the war knife next to him, and rushed towards Sheng Zhehan who rushed up to the battle array.

His expression was cold, the hammer in his right hand was raised, and the blade collided on the hammer, and he had just stepped into the fifth grade, and he was even more sluggish, Sheng Zhehan, who had no strength to fight back, coughed up blood in his mouth, and flew out upside down, and the pace of the heavy cavalry charge did not slow down in the slightest.

The weapon smashed the hammer in his hand and was about to smash Sheng Zhehan's head.

The evil wind blew in his face, Sheng Zhehan closed his eyes in despair, his heart was full of unwillingness and powerlessness, but in the face of such a terrifying force, a person's courage and determination could not play a role at all.

Unwilling, unwilling......

Unwilling!

The giant hammer fell, but as if it was intended to deliberately humiliate him, it didn't kill him, but just lightly brushed it, making his whole person fly out backwards, and slammed into the light curtain of the sword array, and the sound of bones breaking was extremely clear, and Sheng Zhehan couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and smashed it to the ground.

At the same time, the generals formed a formation and displayed extremely delicate and delicate martial arts.

After dozens of moves, Lu Yingbo was blessed by the military soul, and the opponent who briefly reached the fourth rank was broken, his face was pale, his right hand was raised to cover his heart and half knelt on the ground, his breath was unstable, and a pair of apricot eyes were still wide, looking at the military general opposite.

Around her, hundreds of elite iron horsemen had already fallen down.

Either because such a beautiful woman looked at him unwillingly, which made him happy, or because he finally completed a feats in front of the Great Khan that others could not complete, the military general with a heavy hammer controlled the war horse to turn, and the look on his face was smug and self-contained.

When he arrived next to the heavy armor Khan King, he saluted respectfully and said, "Return to the king, and live up to your mission." ”

The Great Khan of the Huns nodded, his eyes withdrew from the distant divine sword array, and suddenly raised the horsewhip in his hand, pointed forward, and said:

"Do you know what's up ahead?"

The military general next to him drove his horse forward two steps and said:

"Back to the king, it is where the weapons of the Shenwu Mansion are located."

The Great Khan of Dichuan nodded, his eyes seemed to be full of the world, and said:

"Yes, it's Shenwu Mansion, in the last era, the strongest army in the world, what is hidden here is the divine soldier in the hands of their commander, and it is also the first divine soldier in the world, Zhan Lu Sword."

"However, this so-called No. 1 Shenwu Mansion in the world has completely disappeared and collapsed at this moment, and after twenty years, there is no Shenwu Mansion in the world, and no one still remembers them, and I will wait for ......."

He pointed to his heart, and then pointed to the iron army behind him, and said:

"The world will be what I am waiting for!"

"This king, I will take you to kill into Daqin, herd horses in the south of the Yangtze River, drink in Tianjing, raise the whip to cut off the stream, and plunder the pastures of the world for us, and next, it will be the era of our waiting, don't feel boring, there is no end to the world for you and me to gallop."

"I didn't get the Zhan Lu Sword for the power of the divine soldiers."

"Instead, I want to step through this so-called Shenwu Mansion, and this king wants to tell the people of the world that what the Shenwu Mansion has done, and this king's Dichuan Iron Guard has also done it! Wang Tiance can do it, and this king can do it too! ”

"The world is vast, and it is all pointed by our whip!"

"Wait, can you have the heart of swallowing the world with this king?!"

Hearing this, the Eight Thousand Dichuan Iron Cavalry was all enthusiastic, raised the weapon in his hand, and slammed it on the ground, his voice was uniform, accompanied by heroic shouts, and the tragic atmosphere of slaughter rose to the sky.

The King of Dichuan Khan was in high spirits, pointed forward with the whip in his hand, and said with pride:

"I heard that a new Shenwu Mansion has reappeared in Daqin, but it has been reduced to a reckless situation."

"Then, Shenwu Mansion, this king is here!"

"Except for these few people, but there are still people who dare to fight?!"

Nearly 10,000 iron horsemen behind him were boiling with blood, the weapons in their hands slammed on the ground, and they let out a roaring shout, and shouted in unison: "Shenwu Mansion, dare to fight?!" ”

"Shenwu Mansion, do you dare to fight?!"

Their voices roared, as if the mountains and seas responded in unison, not for Lu Yingbo in front or the seriously injured Sheng Zhehan, not for them, not for the Shenwu Mansion in the rivers and lakes, but to declare war on the legends, to the legendary army in the past, and to the world in the future.

Sheng Zhehan lay on the ground, feeling hopeless and depressed.

Too huge a disparity in strength, too strong opponents.

He's done his best.

However, in this world, there are too many things that he can't do no matter what, no matter how hard he tries.

The Great Khan King of Dichuan was in high spirits, raising his palm, as if he had already grasped the Zhan Lu sword in front of him.

A pair of eyes were fixed on him.

But at this moment, a lonely voice of hoarseness sounded here—

"Shenwu—"

"In!"

……………………

Shenwu Mansion, why does Shenwu exist?

We didn't gather under this banner for the sake of worldly recognition and fame, did we?

A pair of eyes looked in the direction from which the voice came, and it was a gray-haired old man, with a straight body, holding a spear in his right hand.

That face was not unfamiliar to some people.

Sheng Zhehan's eyes widened, thinking of the fierce general who stood in front of the Great Wilderness Village yesterday, his expression couldn't help but change.

But he didn't see him for a day, but he seemed to have passed twenty years, and he suddenly became extremely old, and he didn't have the unparalleled Great Qin Mingguang armor on his body, but he was dressed like an ordinary herdsman, and the cloth belt was wrapped around his chest and abdomen, and the cloth belt was stained with blood, and he was obviously seriously injured.

But his body was still straight, his eyes were bright, and he strode forward.

One person, facing the eight thousand iron horsemen who had turned around, did not back down.

The expression of the Great Khan of Dichuan, who was interrupted by the ignorant gangsters, did not change, and he was even interested, looking at the old man who walked out there, but the previous military general with a heavy hammer was angry in his heart, urged the war horse to take a few steps forward, and reprimanded coldly:

"Who are you?"

"My name ......"

The old man's voice sank, and he said slowly:

"Zhang Xiao."

"Zhang Xiao? Haven't heard of it. ”

The military general urged the war horse and said:

"But you say, Shenwu? Are you going to stop me from waiting? ”

"King Khan, the last general asks for his life and opens the way forward for King Khan!"

The Great Khan King of Dichuan nodded, not caring much about the people who came, and his gaze fell back on the Zhanlu Sword Formation that rose from the vision.

Zhan Lu Jian is among them.

Even if the other party has clever martial arts, as long as he is not a grandmaster, he will inevitably die in the face of the heavy cavalry led by a first-class general.

The general with the hammer stepped forward and shouted:

"You have a bit of guts, my name is Yan Xianle, remember!"

"I'm going to fight you!"

In the loud shouts, the horse was immediately urged to step forward, and every step of the war horse with more than two thousand catties of heavy armor covered under the crotch was Peng's sound, and the horse's mane turned like a tidal wave, and the elite heavy cavalry followed closely behind, and the sound of the thunderous war horse galloping sounded again.

Even in the face of an old man, he still led the elite of the iron cavalry under his command, and his prudence was so that he refused to be careless, such a performance made Sheng Zhehan more and more desperate in his heart, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Hu Yan Xianle led the crowd to rush out, gradually speeding up.

What the old man held in his hand was a spear with a length of two feet, which was said to be a spear, but it was more like a banner in the army, the crimson banner was entangled in the body of the spear again and again, and the blade of the spear was cold and sharp, full of blood and bravery.

The body was slightly lowered, the spear in his hand was against the ground, slowly crossed an arc, held obliquely behind, the wind came, the old man's white hair was slightly blowing, and his face was hard and resolute, like a mountain rock.

The sound of galloping horses' hooves tumbles down, and it thunders.

The old man closed his eyes.

Why are we gathering?!

Now is the time to atone for your sins......

In any case, that sword should return to Shenwu.

The right hand relaxed slightly, and immediately grasped the spear, his eyes suddenly opened, his seriously injured body, his mood collapsed, and the old man, who had a lifespan of only a few months, took the initiative to take a step in the face of the strong army in the world that was charging forward, and brazenly launched an active attack.

One step, two steps.

Every step was stomped on the ground, his body strode out, he rushed so wildly, as if there were all his comrades around, his charge was so resolute, he took a deep breath.

The battlefield of Great Qin and Xiongnu descended here again.

In the ruins of thousands of years of weathering, the hoarse and old voice is tragic and desperate in the shouts of a group of people, twenty-four years after the disappearance of the Shenwu Mansion, the last member of the distant ancient city of the Western Regions, still refuses to let go of his generals, and in the face of the former old enemy, launched a decisive offensive.

Facing the eight thousand elites, he roared with his head held high.

"Gale, rise!"

There was a bang, and the old man had already crashed into the charging heavy horse, like an angry dragon, in the sight of disbelief, five hundred iron horsemen, were violently knocked away, and the old man's body took off, avoiding the piercing riding spear, and the spear in his hand fell heavily.

Rumble!!!

Several heavy cavalry were smashed to the ground.

Zhang Xuan fell into the encirclement, the spear in his hand was handed out violently, the spear edge rotated, pierced through the mouth and nose of a cavalryman surrounded by iron armor, and immediately shook the body of the gun, swept suddenly, tore out a tragic wound, turned around, and the spear in his hand blocked all the weapons that pierced him.

Every move is made with only the most appropriate force.

Every move is just right.

Silver light flashed, like a dragon, fighting among the iron horses, roaring, Hu Yan Xianle looked dazed, his charge was broken through by another person head-on?!

This is impossible!

His face turned red, and he rushed in with his subordinates, and saw a spear piercing out in front of him, and the vast and majestic qi condensed on the blade, instantly breaking through the defense of the military formation's soul, and then spun violently, and the spear blade broke through directly, piercing through Hu Yan Xianle's throat, passing through his entire neck, revealing most of the spear blade.

On this battlefield, it instantly turned into a dead silence.

Only the old man slowly pulled out the gun in his hand, Hu Yan Xianle's eyes were blank, his palm grabbed forward, but he couldn't catch anything, and fell to the ground unwillingly, the old man who called himself Zhang Xiao shook his palm slightly, and the gun roared and groaned.

The fighting general is arrogant and rises to the sky.

In the next moment, a fierce gun burst out, instantly passing the heavy cavalry without the main general, and the army corps that had lost its general was just a rabble in the eyes of the real famous generals.

One person broke the army.

The old man was silent and rushed straight towards the Great Khan King of Dichuan, and at the same time, more iron cavalry behind him, five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, the army roared, and the soldiers rose to the sky, a full thousand heavy cavalry, one after another, and the crazy old man's footsteps finally stopped.

But he didn't die, the banner that was heavily wrapped on the spear finally unfolded, but after too many years, people will get old, even the banner has been broken, the spear is still sharp, even if he is not afraid of death, the Hun warriors who have followed one after another, can not drown him.

The corpses gradually piled up under the feet of the old man, and he stood on it, his beard and hair were all open, like an old tiger, constantly poking out his claws, and the momentum of slaughter and cruelty rose, and gradually, he did not know how many corpses of iron horses had fallen under his feet, like a small mountain.

The Hun iron horseman, who had always been known for his bravery, also felt frightened, and slowly retreated, forming a circle, not daring to come forward again, countless swords were raised, and the edge was exposed, just surrounding the old man in the middle.

One person broke the army.

Moreover, it is not an ordinary army, the power of one person, can make the world's strong army stop, and the person who has to use his life as a mortgage to be able to drag it is not a lonely and nameless person, and even ordinary grandmasters cannot do this, and those who can break through the military formation can only be done by people who are also familiar with the military formation.

The tragic spirit that rose up like that has already proved its identity.

Legends, here!

The Khan King of Dichuan looked calm, looked at the people who needed a thousand people to contain it, and said:

"Such strength...... Zhang Xiao?! ”

"No, who are you? In the previous generation, among the previous generations, among the famous generals, there was no such name as Zhang Xiao. ”

"Of course not!"

On the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the old man held a spear in each hand to support his body, his body was straight, and his right hand pulled out the broken blade that pierced his chest, and slashed it.

A head rose to the sky, blood sprinkled on his body, blood sprinkled on the blade, the old man who turned his back on the road, stood in front of the Zhan Lu sword again, and the evil spirit rose to the sky, and the blade in his hand pointed straight ahead, just like back then, he also guarded before the owner of the sword like this.

"During the Six Nations Civil War, you entered from the north."

"Remember, who firmly blocked you at the border?!"

"Remember, who made your Khan King die under the Great Qin Xiongcheng with hatred?"

The expression of the King of Dichuan Khan changed slightly, and the most impressive part of his memory rose, churning in his mind, and the figure standing on the city wall like a killing god gradually matched with the old man in front of him. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked sharply at the old man in front of him.

"You ......"

The spear in the old man's hand was focused on his feet, his white hair was as frantic as a lion, and his momentum was as thick as a mountain.

"The Great Khan King of the Huns, I am the undefeated military banner under the command of the Shenwu Mansion."

"Great Qin Fufeng Zhang Xu, I would like to fight here!"

"Don't think about going any further until this body burns out!"

"Shenwu...... Zhang Xu?! ”

"I see,"

The Great Khan of Dichuan closed his eyes, raised his palm, and the main force behind him still raised the blade in his hand, the previous loss was less than half of it, and the real commander of this iron guard is him, and he is the only one who can give full play to the true strength of the iron guard.

The iron guard behind him instantly burst out, adjusting his position, like a ball of flowing mercury, a murderous explosion that was far more terrifying than Fang Cai, different from the previous slightly training nature of the attack, at this moment the iron cavalry was already about to come out.

Faced with the real dispatch of the whole army, Zhang Xu just took a deep breath.

The vision of the Zhan Lu sword behind him has risen to the sky, and he understands that the person who took the sword will soon appear, he has done too many things wrong, and the mistake is the mistake, at least, in the end, he has to do his best to make up for it.

He didn't know about military spending, but there must be a battle between the Xiongnu and Daqin, and being able to kill and wound more enemies was a meager atonement.

He leaned down, leaning on the spear in his hand.

Slowly moving forward, muttering in a low voice.

"I only hope that the world will be peaceful in the four seas."

"We must hold the frontier and not give up an inch of land......"

"After the success, do not act in vain, do not be arrogant."

"Don't seek fame, don't use force for profit, don't use force for your own selfish desires."

"The soldiers of the gods, the one who does it is the world."??

"Fight for it, and die without a twist."

"This is Shenwu."

Lu Yingbo's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked dead behind the old man.

"No, that's ......"

"Shadows? But how could it be ......?"

With the calm forward, behind the old man, illusory figures appeared, and immediately unfolded, their bodies were broken armor, their hands were broken swords, their bodies were covered with blood, they still held their heads high, like the shadow of the old man, left behind.

Lu Yingbo looked flustered, took half a step back, and muttered:

"Shadows? Is it a shadow? White Tiger Hall ......"

"However, this amount ...... It couldn't be ......."

"Impossible, a thousand? Three thousand? ”

"No, more?"

She suddenly remembered a sentence she had heard the old man say yesterday.

Under the command of Shenwu Mansion, the crusade against the Six Kingdoms was carried out, and the number of dead was 5,700 people.

In the first phase, there were 3,000 Shenwu, and the number of dead was 2,811, and nearly the entire army was wiped out.

Lu Yingbo's eyes widened, and an extremely ridiculous thought rose in his heart, could it be that person actually contained so many shadows and so many reflections in his heart? She had been affected by shadows, so she knew how much pain it would take, and that she was distracted by different thoughts almost all the time.

Moreover, these are just unintentional things.

Yes, the strength of the shadow depends quite much on its ontology.

The person on the other side also noticed the sudden change similar to the vision of the grandmaster, but quickly became settled, because those were just puppet-like creations, without the slightest murderous aura, saying that they were military pawns, but in fact they were embarrassed, and all of them were killed in battle, rather than a ghost.

His eyes are even more dull, without any spirituality.

The lord of the Great Desert Village, who had previously plotted against Zhang Xu, appeared on the other side of the ancient city of Loulan, and happened to see this scene, frowning slightly, and there was no worry in his heart, because he understood that even if the hall master really helped him reflect in his heart as Zhang Xuan wished, those thoughts were taken from the blades of those who died in battle.

What is left can only be the strongest emotions at the time of death.

Anyone, at that time, all but fear was there.

Sure enough, the broken and weakened reflections reinstated the intense fear on their faces, and the parts of their bodies that were still intact continued to twist, and their mouths emitted faint and chaotic sounds, which were extremely noisy.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Team Seventeen, flank formation!"

"What about the arrows? Give Lao Tzu arrows! ”

"No!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way...... Damn, I can't hide! ”

"Don't die!"

Facing the iron cavalry that opened the formation, Zhang Xuan slowly moved forward, he had reached his limit, he only had his life of less than three months, although what he saved was only the so-called unintentional thing, but he did not regret it.

Seriously stretched his body and clenched the spear in his hand.

The remnants of the previous era should usher in their own end in the same way as the previous era.

He rushed forward, to the last battlefield of his life, and rushed alone to the army formation that was constantly being adjusted in formation, as if he was going to die.

There was an old and lonely roar that went far between heaven and earth.

"Wind!"

The reflections that were instinctively wailing in pain suddenly froze.

Their robes have been shattered, their armor is nothing but illusory, they have even broken an arm, they are the last memory before they die in battle, the last instinct before they die in battle, they can only keep this.

It was supposed to be like a joke, watching the old man rush to death alone.

But now, all those who died in battle, those who died in battle, suddenly raised their heads.

looked at the old man who was running to death alone.

His gaze was fixed on the shattered banner.

There was an eerie dead silence in the air.

The next moment, there seemed to be a flame burning in the reflection pupils of these pre-death instincts, and the scorching light almost burned the eyes of others, and the old man who had secretly plotted against Zhang Xu froze his expression, and his eyes widened slightly.

It's impossible......

The solemn air of the army rose from the embarrassed reflection.

is even above the Hun Iron Cavalry.

They still have no reason and no thoughts, only instinct, and they are the hottest emotions of those soldiers before they die in battle.

Imprinted in the depths of the soul, before death, even if you die, you will not let go of it.

Do you have one?

Five thousand seven hundred 'Shenwu Mansion', in unison, took a step forward.

There was a snap.

An invisible wave of air spreads.

In the sky, the military soul that should not have appeared reappeared here, and the dragon that had been silent for twenty-three years and distant for twenty-three years.

The owner of the Great Wilderness Village muttered:

"A mere reflection, an instinct before death."

"No, it can't ......"

Time, a long time and life and death, are enough to make the ambition of the heroes disappear, the love and hatred of ordinary people turn into ashes, and the hard buildings turn into ruins everywhere with yellow sand, but there is always something, even time and life and death, which cannot be erased.

A scorching desire, a great ambition to swallow the world.

The polishing of time makes it shine even more.

The once legendary army of the world, everyone who gathered under this banner because of the same long-cherished wish, when they finally died in battle, still cherished the hope, turned into a reflection here, and briefly reappeared in the world in the way the world unfolded in the mind of the grandmaster.

It was more than twenty years of loneliness.

This is a miracle that even the existence of immortal magic in legends will never be able to reproduce.

Life and death, for a long time, are no longer obstacles.

The dream unfolded again in front of them.

They were clad in broken armor, they held their chests and heads up, they were weak as if they were about to collapse, they were so powerful that they were almost fearless, they drew their weapons that did not exist in their hands, and with a snap, they lowered their bodies in unison.

The weak, reflective body had begun to crumble from the edge.

And the oppressive flames were blazing in their eyes, which should have been dim.

As if he hadn't noticed this scene, Zhang Xu's voice roared hoarsely, which was the second sound.

"Wind!"

The old man's voice came from afar.

Lonely and desolate.

Then, as if stepping out of time, the roar of five thousand seven hundred dead rose into the sky, a roar that was almost deeply imprinted in their souls, and the most fearful of pain, the most afraid of death, all disappeared.

Is there anything you care about more than your life?

Between heaven and earth, there is only the simplest and most blood-boiling roar left-

"Gale !!"

"Shenmu !!"

Zhang Xu was already in tears.

PS: Today's update presents............

I can't write...... Hope will like it

Evolutionary failure......

There's a small bug.,The problem with the timeline is staggered by a day.,Sorry.,After that, it will be corrected to An Feng and they arrived in the ancient city of Loulan the next day.。

Please allow me to take a leave of absence yesterday (24th...... (Burned, scrapped...... ）

I wrote it very seriously, but it was very difficult to write about the feeling, it was too difficult......

It's rare to stay through the night, and I feel old and can't move anymore