The sword swept away, and countless soldiers who were close to the palace flew with a wail.

Gu Shuangyue's originally snow-white beard turned red, which looked ridiculous.

But no one dared to laugh at him, and people were afraid, trembling, and overwhelmed by his sword.

The right-wing forces of the Northern Tang showed signs of collapse under his frenzied offensive.

Those barbarian warriors were really strong, and under their wild weapons, the Northern Tang people were constantly killed, killed, and wounded, and for a time there was a wail all over the field.

There were more than a thousand barbarian warriors, and they seemed to have no fear of death, and once they entered the battle, they were in a state of madness, roaring until they could no longer move.

But in such a good situation, Gu Shuangyue suddenly felt a chill at a certain moment.

He raised his eyes in a certain direction, and saw a large number of Northern Tang iron horsemen rushing towards here, the iron flow rolling, and the mighty people.

He savored it carefully, and found that the deepest chill actually came from the strange person who was the leader.

It was a young man, not wearing armor, but a large robe, and trying to cover all of himself, including the face, and that face was in the dark.

The young man's skin was pale and bloodless, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand, but he was holding a cold dagger, which looked particularly ridiculous on such a vast battlefield.

The horses under his crotch are armoured war horses, just like those of other Northern Tang Dynasty iron riders.

The young man galloped by with the wind.

Gu Shuangyue saw it and saw it clearly.

A barbarian warrior swung a big stick and smashed it viciously.

One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous, obvious gap.

But before the stick could hit the young man, the dagger slashed through the barbarian warrior's neck like a ghost, bursting into a stream of blood.

The war horse flashed like the wind.

The corpse collapsed weakly.

The general who led the cavalry to kill an ordinary soldier was actually not a particularly surprising thing, but watching that young man kill, a chill suddenly appeared in the heart of Gu Shuangyue, a veteran.

The Northern Tang Iron Cavalry is feared by many armies, and this shot is indeed worthy of its name.

Especially under the leadership of that very strange young man, it has a great effect on saving the situation.

Gu Shuangyue couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but he still vaguely saw the young man's smile, which came from the arc of the corners of his lips.

A very peculiar power made him can't help but not want to fight against the young man, so he just brandished the Guan knife and killed the Quartet, but he didn't personally kill in the direction of the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry.

The young man seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding with him, and he also didn't kill him, but just rushed to kill among those barbarian warriors, bringing great harm to those barbarian warriors.

A tall and mighty man among the barbarian warriors saw many of his compatriots fall under his dagger, and his eyes lit up with flames of anger.

He let out a roar in the sky, and then slashed at it with a large toothed knife.

All the barbarian warriors seemed to have been signaled at the same time, and most of them rushed in the direction of the Iron Horseman.

Young Nathan's smile deepened.

The brawny man wielding a serrated broadsword seemed to have endless strength.

The soldiers of the Northern Tang Mansion who were in front of him were picked up by him with one hand and thrown out like puppets.

He swung the knife with his right hand, and the blood sprayed out, and his left hand maintained that frequency, picking up and throwing adults one by one.

That's a real god-like!

Fear filled the hearts of almost all the soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty, they had seen the brave and inappropriate generals with swords, such as the veteran of Gu Shuangyue, but the behavior of the barbarian warrior was beyond their imagination, it was obviously simply as powerful as an ox, not with the help of the power of weapons.

When a soldier was still thinking about these things in a daze, his body was already heavy, then light, and finally fell to the ground with a sharp pain and the sound of bones cracking, and the majestic shadow crossed his side, walking like a fly, bringing a howling wind.

However, the young man who was attacking the Southern Wu people with the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry in the distance seemed to be unintimidated at all, and killed the enemy on his own, as if neither Gu Shuangyue nor the strong man had noticed it.

Wherever the strong man passed, people flew and fell.

He rushed and killed all the way, and finally came to the front of the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, especially the young man.

Facing the famous Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, his face was not afraid, but his face was full of madness and excitement.

One of the iron horsemen raised his spear and stabbed straight at him.

The riding spear carried the sound of the wind, and the tip of the spear flickered with a cold glow.

The barbarian strong man raised his left hand.

In the midst of the lightning, his left hand, which looked like a pincer, gripped the lance fiercely.

Under the iron mask, the face of the Northern Tang Iron Rider was full of shock, and he tried to retract the riding spear, but found that he was completely unable to use his strength, and he was as small as a child in the face of the strong man opposite.

A tremendous force struck, and his body hung in the air before he could withdraw his hand from the spear.

"Poof—"

The sharp pain made his vision blur until he lost consciousness completely.

At this moment, all the barbarian warriors who rushed over had already made their moves, and for a while, the bloody wind swept away.

The Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, who had always been arrogant, only discovered at this time that those mysterious barbarian warriors actually had the strength to fight with these iron cavalry of their own, and it was really appalling that they could do so with just courage and strength.

And the burliest man cast his scorching eyes on the mysterious young man.

The young man was so special, so special that anyone could recognize him at a glance.

At this moment, there were bursts of laughter from left to right.

A cold air rushed to the face, invisible and invisible.

The barbarian strong man's heart sank, and when he looked at it again, he found that the shadow of the young man had disappeared on the horseback.

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As a veteran, Gu Shuangyue has a very keen sense of ability, that ability is either experience, or the kind of power in the dark.

He was not afraid of death, and he was extremely brave, but for some reason, the mysterious young man gave him a sense of danger, and even his soul trembled.

And now, with his own eyes, he saw the young man suddenly disappear, like a ghost.

For that barbarian strong man, he trusted him very much, that was the patriarch of the clan, the most powerful existence, even he didn't dare to ignore it, but the moment the young man disappeared, he suddenly worried about the other party, very inexplicable.