Among the five thousand Qin troops, Yingzihe was riding on the back of Panda Pippi, who was only a head lower than the war horse, with an indifferent expression.

And beside him was a boy who was only six or seven years old, a young man who was not very old, but extremely young and old.

Following Ying Zihe's side, there was no fear of killing and death for ordinary children, on the contrary, when a pair of eyes blinked, there was a little indescribable curiosity.

It was as if all this in front of him made him extremely interested.

"Han Xin, you say, can Xiang Yan stop me?" Yingzihe glanced at the battle in front of him with interest, lowered his head, and asked the young man beside him.

Han Xin followed behind Ying Zihe, and when he heard Ying Zihe's words, he rolled his eyes and said, "If you are not sure, will you appear here?" ”

"In my opinion, Xiang Yan is already a dead man."

When Yingzihe heard Han Xin say this, he slapped his little head and said with a smile: "Good boy, smart enough." ”

"From now on, you are my little brother."

Han Xin retorted unwillingly: "I don't want to be your little brother!" ”

Ying Zihe looked at Han Xin with a smile and said, "Do you think you still have a choice now?" ”

When Han Xin heard Yingzihe's words, his whole person became decadent, and he said helplessly: "Okay, I really don't have a choice now." ”

Just as Yingzi and Han Xin were teasing, the battle ahead also changed dramatically.

Hook scythe, cavalry nemesis.

More than 1,000 hook-scythe-gunners came to the front of the army with hook-scythes more than a foot long, and half of the blades looked like scythes.

The Eight Thousand Tenglong Legion turned into a wave like a landslide and a crack, swept in, and rushed towards the Qin army, the most elite warrior among the eight thousand Chu army, the corners of his mouth were already filled with a bloodthirsty smile.

However, they were never able to charge in front of the Qin army.

The hook and sickle was placed on the ground, and with such a strong hook, the hook and sickle made by the male loser's domineering machine technique was extremely sharp.

With just one pull, countless horses' hooves were cut off, blood gushed out, and the knights on horseback fell off their horses without even having a chance to react.

"Ahh

"What's going on?"

"Qin Gou, return my brother's life!"

……

Falling from the horse, all the Thai half-knights fell to their deaths on the spot, or died at the hands of the Qin people. More than a thousand hook and sickle gunners, dancing the hook and sickle in their hands, aimed at the horse's legs, eight thousand knights just charged, there was no chance to slow down, and those who charged in front of him were killed and wounded countless times.

Fortunately, after experiencing the tragedy of the brothers in front, the knights in the back also reacted, slowing down their horses one by one, giving up the most terrible impact of the cavalry, and confronting the other party head-on.

"Yingzihe, this must be your ghost again!" In an instant, the soldiers of the Eight Thousand Tenglong Legion and the Qin soldiers were completely caught in a melee.

The Qin soldiers used the hook and sickle gunners to limit the impact of the Tenglong Legion, and then used five two-zhang tall soldier demon gods as a deterrent, and the rest of the people confronted them head-on.

The Tenglong Legion, which had been pinned on by Xiang Yan and others, was abolished in an instant, and Xiang Yan, who was in the back, saw this, his eyes were split, and he roared angrily.

Yingzi and!

mentioned the name of the young man who had a grudge against him for killing his son, and with Xiang Yan's sophistication, he completely forgot the principle that the master should not raise soldiers out of anger, and his voice was full of unspeakable hatred.

"Huh." A crisp laugh sounded, and a brocade-clothed young man riding a cute giant panda came to Xiang Yan along the gap that appeared on the battlefield.

Swish!

Facing each other, even though it was the first time they really met, Xiang Yan still recognized the identity of the young man in front of him at first sight.

The nose is like a gall, the eyes are like a star, and there is always a little flirtatious smile on the corner of the mouth, which makes people feel good at first sight.

Obviously he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has a sense of wisdom.

Behind Ying Zihe, Han Xin followed him and walked over and came to Xiang Yan.

"Wu Anjun, hello." Ying Zihe raised a hand and greeted Xiang Yan.

Xiang Yan's eyes were full of cold murderous intent as he looked at the young man who appeared in front of him, and gritted his teeth and said the other party's name:

"Yingzi and!"

"Hmm." Yingzihe nodded and admitted her identity.

"I will kill you with my own hands, pay tribute to the souls of countless soldiers who died in your hands in my Great Chu, and avenge my poor son!"

Xiang Yan's eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, clenched the iron spear in his hand, and let out the most vicious curse!

"Huh." Yingzihe smiled, "I'm afraid you can't do this, Wu Anjun." ”

"Not necessarily!" Xiang Yan's voice was unprecedentedly cold.

Boom!

Before the words fell, the spear in his hand had turned into a terrifying poisonous dragon stabbing out, and on the edge of the spear, there was an unimaginable terrifying momentum, sweeping all the bloody qi on the entire battlefield, turning into a hideous and terrifying blood dragon.

Soldiers have always paid attention to battlefield battles, and the army is the best wing of soldiers. But now, driven by the hatred and anger in his heart, Xiang Yan completely forgot everything, and only had the idea of killing Yingzi and this one with his own hands.

As soon as the steel gun came out, the heavens and the earth were filled with a terrifying murderous aura.

Within a radius of the two of them, there was not a single sound.

Not! Han Xin, who was standing behind Yingzi and him, was urged by Xiang Yan's strength, and his breathing was not smooth, and he was almost suffocated.

Yingzi and Xiang Yan's fighting blow turned decades of skill into a terrifying move, and the pressure they faced was ten times that of Han Xin.

But his expression did not change at all, on the contrary, he sensed that Han Xin was wrong, and with a casual hand, an invisible cover enveloped Han Xin.

Then, Han Xin was comfortable.

After taking care of Han Xin, Yingzi and the probe grabbed it, weighing more than eighty catties, and the heavy and extraordinary Xuantie war halberd fell into the palm.

The extremely heavy halberd was shot out lightly, and it met Xiang Yan's life-killing blood dragon that came violently.

The clash of guns and halberds, when there was no room for fire, collided countless times in the void, splashing a little spark. The soldiers of the Qin army and the soldiers of the Chu army, who were a little closer, didn't even have a chance to react, and died under the aftermath of the collision between the two.

On the square of Xiang Yan's battle field, the blood and resentment of countless people who died in battle turned into a terrifying poisonous dragon, which was shocking.

However, under the battle halberd of Yingzihe, it can only be described by the four words of vulnerability, Fang Tian's halberd slashed down on the body of the blood dragon dragon, turning a blood dragon several zhang long into nothingness, and there was a crisp sound in the void.

Then, Fang Tian's halberd and the steel gun confronted each other head-on. Xiang Yan only felt a terrifying force hit him, like a 10,000-pound hammer smashing into his chest.