Du Fuwei, the head of the Jianghuai Righteous Army, and also the chief of the Jianghuai Righteous Army, one of the three major righteous armies in the world, came from a humble background and had outstanding ability, and fought all over the Jiangnan with a pair of "sleeves".

Bei Ying Lei stood on the endless plain, not far away with smoke and dust, and a thousand elite horsemen led by Du Fuwei himself were rushing towards him.

For cavalry, the surrounding open plain is the most suitable terrain to play, and the impact of a thousand cavalry charges can even collapse a phalanx of 10,000 infantry in an instant.

As a congenital master, Du Fuwei discovered the Northern Thunder from afar, but he did not give up the charge because of the Northern Thunder alone.

These thousand cavalry are the elite carefully selected by Du Fuwei, each of them has experienced a hundred battles, and each one is a warrior carefully cultivated by Du Fuwei, and he believes that even if he meets the three great masters of the world, he can also fight.

Out of caution, Du Fuwei did not despise the Northern Thunder with only one person, and sent two cavalry out to test the depths.

Du Fuwei's two personal soldiers came out of the crowd, and quickly whipped their horses and went straight to the North Thunder, the spears in their hands and the charging power of the horses, shining with bloodthirsty cold.

With his hands behind his back, Bei Ying Lei watched the two horses rushing towards him, his demeanor was calm, as if he was strolling leisurely, until the two horses rushed to him, and the two spears stabbed at his left and right respectively.

Du Fuwei had been observing the Northern Thunder all the time, and he did not relax for a moment, but the next moment his eyes shrank, because he found that his two soldiers who had fought a hundred battles suddenly turned over and fell off their horses, and fell to the ground, and the two war horses seemed to be frightened by something, and ran towards the distance like crazy.

"What's going on?!"

Du Fuwei didn't see the North Thunder shoot, in fact, no one at the scene saw the North Thunder shoot, no one knew what happened in an instant, Du Fuwei only knew that the North Thunder was a master.

"Stop!" Dufvey held the reins and stopped his men from continuing to charge.

A thousand fine horsemen ordered the forbidden, all stopped, neatly arrayed, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the North Thunder was far away, Du Fuwei ignored the prevention of his subordinates, and slowly walked towards the North Thunder alone.

"Who is Your Excellency, why are you blocking my way to Du Fuwei!" After Du Fuwei was less than ten feet away from the Northern Thunder, he stopped his horse and asked loudly.

Bei Ying Lei replied leisurely: "The front is not suitable for traffic, and please take a detour!"

The anger on Du Fuwei's face flashed, and he held back the anger in his heart and said calmly:

"Hunt down the enemy, pass here, and ask the brother to make it convenient, the Jianghuai army owes you a favor."

The strength of the Northern Underworld Thunder is unknown, and with Du Fuwei's prudence, Mao Maoran will not establish a strong enemy.

"Chief Manager Du also invites Haihan, as long as you take your subordinates to take a detour, I will never stop you, but if the chief manager insists on going his own way, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Humph!" Du Fuwei snorted coldly, and the hand holding the reins tightened, since he became the leader of the three great rebel armies, no one in the world despised him as much as the Northern Thunder.

"Your Excellency, you have to trouble someone with me!" Du Fuwei's eyes were like poisonous tongues, and the murderous aura had slowly emerged.

"Manager Du is not qualified to be my enemy!" Although Bei Ying Lei was telling a fact, it made Du Fuwei angry.

"Ignorant child, let Du teach you some humble truths in his sleeve today!"

Du Fuwei suddenly got off the horse, and attacked the North Thunder with an arrow, the cold stars in the robes of his hands, and the North Thunder could faintly see a pair of Qimen blades on Du Fuwei's wristbands, which was Du Fuwei's famous weapon "Sleeve Treasure".

"Perverse"

Du Fuwei took his body as a shaft, hollowed out into a circle, and the cold light of his sleeves suddenly appeared, bringing out a whirlwind, and before the move came, the fierce knife wind left deep knife marks on the ground.

Bei Ying Lei stretched out his right hand, pressed down with one palm, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered in his hand, and the fierce palm force was compressed between one palm by it, pressing down slightly.

rumble

Du Fuwei, who was spinning in mid-air, fell to the ground and did not recover for a long time.

"Huh!"

Du Fuwei regained his footing, but his head was still a little dizzy, and he still didn't understand why he was defeated, and he didn't even know how to make a move.

As a congenital master, Du Fuwei has met countless masters in his life, but he has not been so inexplicable as today, so cowardly, with a wave of his palm in the air, he fell to the ground, where is this martial arts, it is simply witchcraft.

The gap between Du Fuwei and the martial arts of the Northern Thunder is too great.

"As long as the manager retreats now, I will not stop me!" The Northern Thunder gave Duvowe one last chance.

"Hmph, do you think you can fight against me with a thousand fine horses on your own!"

After Du Fuwei found that his martial arts were far inferior to the Northern Thunder, he immediately waved his hand to let a thousand of his men support, intending to use the tactics of the sea of people to deal with the Northern Thunder.

"Stubborn!" After muttering to himself disdainfully, Bei Minglei took a deep breath, his abdomen bulging like a ball, and then roared in the sky.

"Roar!"

The North Thunder roared, like a thunderstorm on a dry day, even a few miles away from the sister-in-law could hear it, and Du Fuwei, who was close at hand, bore the brunt of it, covering his ears in pain, but blood still spurted out of the seven orifices.

Next was Du Fuwei's 1,000 cavalry, and the first to hear the whistling was the cavalry who sat down on their horses.

Puff puff puff

But all the war horses who heard the roar of the Northern Thunder burst their eyes, their ears were bloody, and they threw off the cavalry on their backs like crazy, and a thousand war horses lost their souls, pushed each other, and made a mess, and many cavalry were quickly trampled to death by the crazy war horses after falling off their horses, and some were directly shocked to death by the sonic power of the Northern Thunder.

The whistling sound continued for a few breaths before it stopped, and the place where the Northern Thunder stood cracked like a spider's web, and Du Fuwei in front of him barely had a breath.

A thousand Crazy Horses had scattered and fled, most of the 1,000 soldiers had died at the feet of Crazy Horses, and the rest of the people who had not died had fallen to the ground, covering their ears and moaning in pain.

The two boys, Li Jing and Kou Zhong, who were standing on the hillside, also covered their ears at this time, and looked at the battle situation not far away in amazement, because the sound wave power of the Northern Thunder was not aimed at them, so they were fine except for the pain in their eardrums.

"Master, it's amazing!" Xu Ziling swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and for the first time in his heart, he felt fortunate to worship the Northern Thunder as a teacher.

Kou Zhong's eyes were full of admiration at this time, thinking that one day he could practice martial arts like the Northern Thunder, crisscross the battlefield, and be happy to take revenge.

As for Li Jing, it is much simpler, he still thinks he is dreaming.

The North Thunder under the hillside glanced lightly at Du Fuwei, who saved his life because of his profound skills, and said softly:

"Why bother!"

Du Fuwei suffered serious internal injuries at this time, but he always endured the pain and remained conscious.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

Du Fuwei knew that he was defeated, and it was a complete defeat, he spent a lot of money and spent a lot of effort to train the cavalry team, and he was afraid that he was also finished, he knew that his internal injuries were too serious, and he was afraid that he could no longer lead the rebel army and overthrow Yang Guang's tyranny, but even so, he had to know who defeated him.

"Tianmen, Feng Daoqian!" After leaving a word, the North Thunder flew away.