When the heroes of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau who set off from Chang'an came to Hengzhou, Lin Xiushui was abundant, it was already noon. From Chang'an to Puzhou, take a boat along the Fenshui through Jinfen Erzhou, and then abandon the boat and go ashore through Taiyuan, and arrive at Hengzhou, the wind and waves are calm along the way, only a piece of birds and flowers, the scenery of the four seas is level. Zhong Yingjie talked and laughed along the way, and was in a happy mood, and never worried about encountering any bandits and wild bandits in Datang. On the forest plain, which was still fifty miles away from Luancheng, a gray-brown harrier eagle suddenly flew in the sky, only to hear its high roar, flapping its wings and passing away. At the same time, Peng Wuwang suddenly felt a huge and cold murderous aura. He trembled all over, and shouted at Peng Wuxing, Hou Zaichun and the others: "Wuxing, Zaichun, Brother Li, Brother Lu, Brother Zuo, Mingxian, Yixiang is by the side of Miss Fang and Mr. Li." Peng Wuwang's two apprentices, as well as Hou Zaichun and Peng Wuxing, were already familiar with his skills, and they already knew that it was not good without asking, so they hurriedly reined in the horse's head, rode with Fang Mengjing, and Li read and walked together. Li Xiaotian, Lu Bu worried, Zuo Lianshan also learned Peng Wuwang's ability to observe the enemy's first divine skills, and trusted him very much, and immediately urged the horse to protect Li and Fang. Peng Wuwang came to Jia Bianque's horse again and whispered, "Miss Jia, you and Zaichun will stay together for a while, don't be afraid to stay together, don't walk around." Jia Bianque looked at him and nodded inexplicably. At this time, Hong Sixue came to his side and asked softly, "Big brother, do you feel anything?" Peng Wuwang nodded with a serious expression and said, "Not less than three miles away from here, there is a large group of people in ambush, telling everyone to be careful."

"Cangchang" sounded clearly, and Lian Feng's carry-on Washing Blade Stegosaurus groaned out of its sheath, and he said loudly: "I didn't expect Brother Peng to have such a ability, Lian admires it."

"It's better than having a dog." Zheng Juechen scolded in his stomach, but he also knew in his heart that Peng Wuwang's skills had been tried and tested, and he had never made a mistake, so he immediately reached out from the quiver on his waist and grabbed seven white feather arrows and reached above the bowstring.

Lei Ye Chang was skeptical of Peng Wuhope's words, put the iron and eyebrow stick across his chest, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Peng, are you really sure that someone wants to ambush us and others?" This is the territory of Datang!"

Peng Wuwang patted him on the shoulder, pointed ahead with his hand, and said loudly, "Brother Lei, look!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, only to see a huge amount of dust suddenly rising from a jungle in front of them, and hundreds of fierce and brave black-clothed iron horsemen rushed out of the forest like a whirlwind. The roar of all the horses was astonishing, and the roar of iron hooves on the ground seemed to shatter the liver and gallbladder of men.

"Sister-in-law, whip!" Peng Wuwang let out a long howl, and his horse rushed towards the hundreds of iron horsemen who were roaring and rushing. Hong Sixue comprehended, and urged the rouge horse to follow him about four feet away, running parallel to him.

Just when everyone was stunned as the two of them were about to meet the hundreds of iron horses, Hong Sixue let out a long roar, and the fiery red flying eagle whip flew straight towards Peng Wuwang like a dragon sweeping its tail. Peng Wuwang reached out and grabbed the flying eagle whip, pulled it hard, and the four-zhang long whip straightened. At this moment, the pioneer of the black-clothed iron rider had already met the two, and what caught their eyes was a red rainbow in the air. A series of exclamations rang out unevenly, and more than a dozen knights who had taken the lead could not regain their momentum, and hit this long rope in the air, and more than a dozen people rolled off their horses like gourds, and some of them had their feet attached to the stirrups, and they fell sideways with their mounts, and the follow-up cavalry could not stop their horses, and the horses trampled on their companions, and the miserable howls sounded one after another. The impact of more than a dozen horses is so huge, the rouge horse under Hong Sixue's crotch is a divine horse, squatting on his hind legs, and holding the ground hard, barely dissolving this momentum. However, the horses under Peng Wuwang's crotch were really ordinary, and with a miserable scream, he sat down on the ground and threw Peng Wuwang off the horse. Peng Wuwang hurriedly landed on his feet, and his body flew into the sky, still holding Hong Sixue's flying eagle whip in his hand.

Hong Sixue let out a clear whistle and pulled the whip hard, Peng Wuwang suddenly fell behind her like a flying fairy, and rode the rouge horse with her and turned back. "Good!" The dart masters of the Flying Tiger Dart Bureau cheered loudly. Where could Zheng Jiechen make Peng Wuwang out of the limelight, he shouted to Xiao Liechen, Lian Feng and Lei Yechang, "It's time to look at us." The four of them whistled in unison, each urging their horses, and rushed side by side to kill. Zheng Juechen got up from his saddle and shot eleven arrows with a shaking hand, each arrow piercing the throat of a black-clothed knight. Although Lei Yechang is older, but his temperament is twice as strong, as soon as he saw Zheng Juechen revealing his unique skills, he was even more unwilling, shaking his hand and withdrawing the iron and eyebrow stick, as soon as he shot it was a stunt that shocked the world Three thunder, a black and terrifying stick shot out from the top of the stick, "Bo Bobo" pierced three people in a row, these three knights and people with horses and horses fell down into the back team, and even with several people behind them fell to the ground in embarrassment, and were trampled into meat by their companions. Lian Feng broke off with a shout, and the Xifeng Sword shot out a pale sword gang, which was sharp, and five or six human heads flew in all directions. The black-clad knights, who were already in a state of panic. At this time, with an earth-shaking roar, Xiao Lieji's silver spear, which had not been powerful, was unfurled, and five gun shadows flashed in the air, and the five black-clothed knights flew into the air with a miserable howl, and then fell into the back team that was rolling and rushing, and a miserable cry came, and several people fell to the ground with them, turning into blood-red rolling gourds.

The efforts of these four people made the Flying Tiger Darts loud and their morale was high. At this moment, Hong Sixue and Peng were hopeless and returned to kill on the rouge horse. Along the way, Peng Wuwang saw an opportunity, suddenly shrugged up and jumped up, and flew towards the black knights who pounced like wolves and tigers. The leading knight saw him rushing alone, and his heart was secretly happy, and the single knife in his hand tightened, wanting to take advantage of Peng Wuwang's body when he was in the air, and slashed at his waist and abdomen. Who knew that Peng Wuwang pressed his hand on his horse's head in mid-air, raised his body, and cleanly dodged his horizontal slash, then changed his left hand to his right hand, and his body turned smoothly in a spiral, and his legs kicked heavily on the knight's neck. The knight screamed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell from his horse. Peng was hopeless to kill, pressed his right hand, and his body spun violently again, and the black-clothed cavalry on his left and right sides were swept by him at the same time, and fell off his horse in embarrassment. At this time, his mind was dizzy because of the rapid and non-stop spinning, and his horse control was not very good, and after only a few turns, he fell from the horse's head to the horse's body with a top-heavy fall, and fell from the horse's body. Fortunately, he grabbed a knight's stirrup, threw the knight off his horse, and then turned over on his horse to avoid being trampled into a pulp.

Despite this, the power of the alliance of the six first-class masters of the Central Plains, Peng Wuwang, Hong Sixue, Zheng Juechen, Lian Feng, Xiao Liechen and Lei Yechang, is really amazing.

At this moment, the leader of the black knights suddenly stood up from his horse, raised his left hand high above his head, and drew a graceful arc in the air with the whip in his hand. When these knights saw this order, they immediately reined in their horses' heads at the same time, turned their horses neatly, and formed a tight circle around the Tiger Dart Master. The black-clad leader seemed to be very proud of the speed with which his men could change formations under such harsh conditions. He proudly shouted a few Turkic words, took off the iron carved bow from his back, raised it high, and shouted. The other black-clad knights also withdrew their iron bows from their backs, and howled in response to the leader's voice. Peng Wuwang waited for the six to return to the dart team, confused as to what these people were shouting. At this time, Fang Mengjing suddenly said, "Everyone be careful, they are Turkic. The chief said just now that he wanted us to taste the bows and arrows of the Turks." Peng Wuwang and Hong Sixue glanced at each other, and immediately knew that it was not good, in this wilderness land, it was difficult to escape from the annihilation of the whole army by a group of Turkic people who were good at shooting.

At this moment, the black-clothed leader waved his horsewhip, and the black-clothed knights around him immediately took the Flying Tiger Dart Team as the core, and quickly spun in circles, and the arrows and feathers covered the sky and the sun. "Everyone, be careful!" Peng Wuwang pulled out his twin swords and struggled to strike the eagle arrows that were shot from all directions. The others also cast their own methods, and struck the arrow feathers with all their might, and fell into a state of embarrassment. This whirling cavalry formation was like a large grinding plate, and the arrows that wanted to fly from all sides would tear the flying tiger darts in the center of the formation to pieces.

Seeing the helpless appearance of the dart team in the formation, the black-clothed leader looked up to the sky and laughed, raised his hand and played a smooth and melodious whistle. The strange harrier eagle hovering high in the sky let out a roar of joy, swooped down from the sky with fluttering wings, and fell down on his shoulder.

At the moment when he was most proud, a thunderclap sounded in everyone's ears, and an inky black-feathered arrow flew out of a forest like lightning and landed firmly in the throat of the harrier eagle. The poor beast groaned, and an upside-down onion rolled off the shoulder of the black-clad leader and fell to the ground. The black-clothed leader stared at the silent corpse of Aiying in a stunned manner, and was speechless for a long time. At this moment, an earth-shattering shout of killing sounded from the forest, and a team of Tang cavalry in red and red armor came out of the dense forest at a gallop, and the leading general gave an order, and the entire cavalry team formed a long dragon and rushed in reverse direction along the outer edge of the circle of the man in black. Hundreds of long knives were draped down like snow, and the black-clothed knights who were shooting vigorously had no time to change into the long knives in their hands, so they could only use the longbows in their hands to parry. At this moment, the Tang cavalry had an absolute advantage, and more than 100 heads were cleanly chopped off by the Tang warriors, and the body that lost its head shook helplessly on the saddle. When the black-clothed leader turned around, the brave Tang general had already slapped his horse and came to him, and the eight-point gun in his hand sank into the chest of the war horse he was sitting on. The black-clothed leader looked at the majestic Han general in front of him in a daze, not knowing what to do. The Tang general laughed fiercely, raised his spear, and forcibly picked him up with people and horses, spun in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. The black-clad leader was crushed under the corpse of his mount, and his legs snapped into four pieces, and he screamed wildly and fell to the ground.

"Tie him up!" The Tang general shouted, and immediately four Tang soldiers rushed forward and lifted the black-clothed leader who had passed out from under his horse and tied him up. The black-clothed cavalry, which had lost its leader, was in disarray, and was killed by the brave cavalry under the command of this general, and most of them died. The rest of the cavalry gathered in a group, fought their way out, and fled in confusion towards the dense forest in the other direction. The Tang general raised his hand to stop his cavalry who wanted to chase after him, and said in a deep voice, "Set off fireworks." A junior colonel immediately took out a rocket from his bosom and released it into the sky. At this moment, a banging sound pierced the sky in the depths of the dense forest in the direction of the black knight's retreat, and a dense stream of arrows and feathers rained down on them. The feathers were dense and unusually accurate, as if each arrow had been carefully calculated and fed exactly to a knight. After only a few rows of arrows, the black knights were terrified, roaring madly and turning back to kill.

The Tang general smiled slightly, raised his hand and took off the iron bow behind his back, raised his hand and shot seven arrows in a row, killing seven cavalrymen in a row. Those Tang soldiers who had been standing in formation immediately cheered like thunder when they saw the master's amazing archery skills. The momentum of the Tang Dynasty's soldiers and horses deeply shocked these black-clothed cavalry, and they struggled to hold the mounts that were frightened by the cheers of the Tang soldiers, and they didn't know what to do. "Those who descend will not be killed!" The Tang Dynasty general shouted. His men immediately responded to his call, chanting in unison, "Surrender! Fall! Fall! Descend!" The sound grew higher and louder, and at last it seemed that the mountains and fields were filled with the sound of shouting and surrendering.

The only stubbornness of the black knights has since disintegrated, and one by one they have dismounted, kneeling on the ground, and throwing their long knives at their sides.

Na Tang General nodded with satisfaction, turned back to the little colonel beside him, and said, "You go and take back all my black feather arrows." The little colonel looked reverent, agreed repeatedly, and rode away.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty archers in the depths of the dense forest lined up in a neat queue from the forest, walking in front of the Flying Tiger Darts with the pace of brushing, and those unruly marksmen did not look at the eyes of the Flying Tiger Darts full of reverence and appreciation, and proudly raised their heads and marched towards the main formation of the Tang Dynasty cavalry.

Hong Sixue, Zheng Juchen and the others respectfully took off the hats on their heads in front of these soldiers to show their respect for them. Lei Yechang came to Peng Wuhope's side, and couldn't stop shaking his head and exclaiming, "It's good, it's really good."

And all of this was nothing for Peng Wuwang, in his eyes there was only the majestic posture of the Tang general, the familiar and friendly figure, and the loud voice that made him dream. The colorful memories of his childhood poured into his heart like flowing water. He only felt some sweetness and some dryness in his mouth. The scenery in front of me gradually blurred into a cloud of colorful soap bubbles. His mind was spinning for a while, and he felt his body tumble off his horse, his hands still firmly on the horse's head. Peng Wuxing, who was beside him, planted his head on the ground, pressed his hands on the ground, and looked at himself in a daze.

Peng Wuwang came to Peng Wufear's side top-heavy and pulled him up crookedly from the ground. The two brothers staggered to support each other, stumbled towards the tall Don general, and then knelt in front of his horse with a grunt. "Big brother, it turns out that you are still alive!" Peng desperately grabbed the reins of the Tang general and roared hoarsely, large drops of burning tears rolling down his bronzed cheeks. Peng Wuxing, who was on the side, trembled for a while, and suddenly grabbed Tang Jiang's stirrup and cried loudly.