Zhang Ziqian thought that he could dodge the nameless wind-chasing arrow with the horse as a shield, but he never thought that he would use the cold quicksand to attack him a second time, and he was hit by an arrow in his left chest, but fortunately, he had armor to protect himself, so that an arrow would not kill him, but it was only an inch away from inserting it into the heart.

"Someone...... Come and ....... Zhang Ziqian received an arrow, and he didn't dare to underestimate the ability of the two to unite, so he retreated in a panic.

"Protect the General!"

The shield soldiers around Zhang Ziqian immediately protected him, and the inner and outer layers were still dissatisfied, and scolded the shield soldiers who were still surrounding the cold quicksand and nameless.

"What are you doing there, why don't you come here and send me out first."

The shield soldiers who originally surrounded the cold quicksand and the nameless also retreated partially after hearing Zhang Ziqian's scolding, and they were not relieved until they were protected three layers inside and out, and slowly retreated back under the escort of the shield soldiers.

Nameless and Cold Quicksand saw that the number of shield soldiers around him was decreasing, and went to escort Zhang Ziqian, and seeing that he was panicking and retreating, Nameless knew that Zhang Ziqian was trying to avoid his own range, so he took an arrow and drove all the way, and said loudly.

"Quicksand, stop them, don't let him leave a hundred paces away!"

Without a shield soldier blocking the way, the cold quicksand fight was a little smoother, and two times in a row sent out a five-zhang sword momentum, the red light flashed, and with two sounds, dozens of Dongyi soldiers fell around him.

After the two swords, the soldiers fell, and they were tireless in their predecessors and soldiers, and the cold quicksand did not flinch, hoping that Zhang Ziqian wanted to withdraw to the camp, knowing that if he was allowed to retreat, there would be no way to take him, and they themselves would not be able to get out.

Therefore, if you want to retreat with your whole body, you must capture it.

The cold quicksand broke through a gap, and quickly followed closely, Zhang Ziqian was still blocked by the cold quicksand under the cover of the shield soldiers, and saw a bloody man holding a blood-stained long sword in the gap of the shield, and recognized this person as the Dongyi soldiers as chopping melons and vegetables.

"Quick, kill him!"

In addition to the shield soldiers who protected Zhang Ziqian, the cavalry and infantry stepped forward to besiege the cold quicksand, and the soldiers surrounded him again.

Knowing that he was under siege, Han Liusha looked around with disdain, only to see him change his sword with one hand and hold his sword in both hands, and then let out a low shout.

"Whew!"

The sword in his hand suddenly trembled and made a sword sound.

Airplanes!

And the blade of the sword can faintly see a strange red sword wrapping, and the blood-colored clothes rise without wind, and the momentum rises.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind arose from the cold quicksand, swirling around it and swaying upwards, and the soldiers around were all squinted by the sand and gravel.

Looking at it again, in this whirlwind, a five-zhang sword of equal height quietly formed, and fell with the line of the next split, the target is where Zhang Ziqian is, the sword momentum has been completed, and the cold quicksand will not miss the opportunity, and it will be split in the air.

This move is called a thousand people slash, and it is rumored that the monstrous sword can kill a thousand people with one sword, but at this moment, the cold quicksand does not have that strength, but it is also not to be underestimated.

Just smell!

Rumble!

Zhang Ziqian's three-layer shield soldiers inside and outside, like the wind rising and scattering flowers like stones falling into still water, smashed it out of a huge hole with a sword, and the surrounding shield soldiers were all shocked by this domineering sword momentum, killing and wounding more than half, and Zhang Ziqian spit blood in the middle.

The cold quicksand still has this domineering sword momentum at this moment, and the Dongyi soldiers can't help but be surprised, and the Dongbo Haoran and all the soldiers in the city are also impressed, Lin Xiaotian respects this kind of flesh-and-blood desperate hero the most, and praises on the spot.

"What a move!"