"Dragon Lord?"

Huang Rong couldn't help frowning when she heard this.

To be able to train so many innate peak powerhouses, how terrifying should it be?

Listening to the tone of the war dragon, there are still many people like them, what is this elusive dragon lord going to do?

Also, how powerful resources do you need to be able to pile up so many strong people?

"War Dragon, according to what you said, there should still be people in the Yanhuang Guardian?"

Huang Rong immediately asked, so as to pave the way for the next question.

"There are more than 500 like me, and other martial artists who are stronger than us have all gone to the gate to promote my Yanhuang Shenwei."

He was silent for half a cup of tea, weighing in his mind whether he had violated the Guardian Ordinance.

In addition to finding that there was nothing missing, he told all the information he knew.

"What?"

Not only Huang Rong, but even Guo Jing couldn't sit still, staring at the war dragon with wide eyes.

They were shocked by the news.

With so many powerful warriors, they can overturn the entire rivers and lakes or the imperial court.

But when I heard the last sentence, the big stone pressed in my heart finally fell, and I couldn't help but exhale.

"I think it won't be long! Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away, and this sentence will resound throughout China. ”

Seeing the appearance of the two, Zhan Long smiled secretly in his heart, and did not forget to make up for it again.

Above the steppe.

A column of terrifying black-armored cavalry, holding a three-foot Qingfeng in their hands, in addition to indifference, was excited.

Looking at the yurt in the distance, his eyes were full of killing intent, and the dragon elephants in his body flew out together.

"Kill, those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away! Even if you die, you want this sentence to resound throughout the grassland and China. ”

Wang Chongyang, who was the leader, was full of excitement in his eyes, and said in a cold tone.

Decades ago, he led the warriors of the rivers and lakes to resist Jin, but failed;

Now, the foundation-building warriors led by him are all trained according to the military method, and they can't eradicate the hungry wolf of Mongolia, and I'm afraid that the end of the Han people is not far away.

When the words fell, the smoke and dust rolled, and the neat and orderly rumbling horses' hooves resounded for hundreds of miles.

This group of black-armored cavalry did not shout and scream when they heard the order to charge and kill like in the TV series, and began to charge silently.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred light cavalry came to the yurt like a sharp arrow, and without saying a word, began to kill.

All the young men of the Mongol tribes, between the ages of fifteen and fifty, were all killed.

As for the old and young women and children, the Yanhuang Guardian did not kill them, this is the whetstone of the future.

If you kill it, how will you train your troops in the future?

Mongol royal court.

Sitting on the throne, Torre couldn't help pinching his scalp with his fingers, and muttered to himself: "In the past, the golden sword and horse left me and became the enemy of my people; Today, there is an army of mysterious warriors attacking, what should I do? ”

When the Wenchen generals below heard this, none of them dared to stand up and ask for battle, so they all turned their heads and discussed countermeasures.

That's a full 500 Zhuji cavalry, go up and send them to death?

What's more, there are two commanders who don't know the depths, if they go, isn't it just that there is no return?

"Report."

At this time, the sound of a horse probe sounded outside the account, and Tore's face couldn't help but change.

Every time this guy comes to report, he is a young man of a tribe who is beheaded by a strong warrior army.

A soldier dressed in Mongolian clothing ran in in a panic, with a scimitar at his waist, and knelt on one knee.

"Report to the Great Khan, that mysterious army of warriors has swept another tribe, but our cavalry is also ready."

"Great Khan, I want to be a vanguard."

At the end of the soldier's words, a bald-headed young monk stood up, arched his hand at the Erjin Torre, and asked for battle.

If you don't ask for war now, what if the credit is robbed later?

Their 100,000 cavalry is ready, will they still be afraid of the 500 warrior army?

Hearing the words of the little monk, the other generals couldn't help beating their chests, and they were all angry that they didn't take the opportunity to show their merits.

"Father, son-in-law is also willing to ask for war."

Kublai Khan, who was just starting out, wanted to show his merit in front of the Erjin Torre, and he hurriedly stood up and asked for his life.

"Haha, there are high-ranking apprentices of the big horn national teacher, how can you be afraid of those two-legged sheep, the quasi-golden wheel mage is the vanguard, and Kublai Khan is the marshal."

(Note: I don't know what the name of the Master of the Golden Wheel is called, so you understand)

When Torre heard this, his gloomy face finally looked a little better, and he enshrined the future Golden Wheel Dharma King as a pioneer.

As for the position of marshal, it was given to his second son Kublai Khan, and he also wanted to train him.

"The little monk and the retainer obey the order."

After getting the wolf talisman, the two bowed down and retreated, preparing the army.

"We congratulate the Great Khan on the extermination of the two-legged sheep army."

The following group of civil and military generals believe that 100,000 Mongolian iron horsemen will be able to level the warrior army of Shenzhou, congratulations in advance.

"Haha, I hope that my Mongolia can rule the Han era as soon as possible."

Hearing the congratulations of the ministers below, a happy smile appeared on Torre's face.

What they don't know is what kind of mood they will feel when the two of them come back from defeat.

The other side of the steppe.

The Yanhuang guardian who was urging the horse to gallop, under the orders of Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying, stopped the advance of the war horse.

"Attention, all on alert! There are a large number of cavalry coming towards us, are you ready, are you going to die for your people? ”

Lin Chaoying's eyes swept over, and a group of soldiers who were less than twenty years old asked loudly.

"Always be ready, the dignity of our Han people cannot be trampled on."

More than 500 foundation building warriors all had the will to die in their eyes, and their bodies began to exude the aura of death, roaring and shouting in unison.

"Everyone, listen, this is a battle for the dignity of my Han people, if you retreat, you will not be spared."

Wang Chongyang heard the words of this group of children, and said in a solemn tone with the death intent emanating from his body.

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!"

He roared loudly, and the war horse under him shot out like a sharp arrow.

99 dragon phantoms flew out of his body, and with fearless momentum, he rushed towards the 100,000 cavalry twenty miles away.

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away."

Lin Chaoying and the five hundred soldiers roared in unison, urging the war horses under him to kill the 100,000 Mongolian cavalry.

A dragon elephant converged in the sky to create a grand scene, fangs and claws, killing the wolves twenty miles away.

Suddenly, on the blue grassland, smoke and dust swept away, and the rumbling hooves of horses sounded.

The sound of shouting and killing, and the sound of weapons waving sonic booms, resounded throughout the grassland.

"Kill!"

The Mongol cavalry saw five hundred light cavalry, as if they had seen sheep, their eyes were bloodthirsty, and the scimitars in their hands kept waving.

Urge the war horse under the crotch, and kill the five hundred cavalry troops as if they were killed.

"Boom!"

When two different people collide, different scenes are formed.

On the Mongolian side, where there are many people, it is as if a flock of sheep has entered the wolf pack, and it is instantly knocked away by the violent force.

One after another, peerless sword marks rose from the warrior troops and slashed at the Mongol cavalry.

The terrifying sword marks can only be described in one sentence: "The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light chills 19 continents." ”