Mu Qingyang asked his subordinates to drive those carts out. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info himself continued to rush towards the secret passage with a part of the demon army, and it didn't take long. Two more magic crystal cannons were found by Mu Qingyang and dragged out of the secret passage. At this moment, there are already corpses in the secret passage. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and countless soldiers were squeezed inside, panicking, and many soldiers were trampled to death in the chaos.

Mu Qingyang calculated the time, felt that he couldn't drag it out any longer, and led the demon army to rush out of the secret passage, at this time, the earth trembled violently, although the clouds in the sky were dense and the wind was blowing rapidly, but the sky was already bright, and the visibility of the air was quite high, Mu Qingyang climbed a high hill, looked at the past, and at the foot of Jialuo Mountain in the distance, a wave-like cavalry appeared.

A black line almost occupied the entire horizon, and the direction where the black wave line swept over was the battlefield where Mu Qingyang was.

He only glanced at it, then immediately turned his horse's head and shouted: "Quickly retreat, everyone evacuate the battlefield, quickly!" ”

Damn, the slash is back with the army.

"Wait!

Mu Qingyang suddenly thought of something, and shouted again: "Pick up all the spears on the ground!" Although the cavalry didn't know what Mu Qingyang intended to do, they were accustomed to obeying orders, and they each picked up a few spears scattered on the ground before they got on their horses and retreated.

Eight eight-horse carts, already controlled by several cavalrymen who were adept at driving, retreated with the large force.

Under the leadership of Mu Qingyang, the depression. The coalition army is still in hot pursuit, hanging thousands of meters away, Mu Qingyang roughly estimated, at least 20,000 coalition cavalry came, if the 20,000 cavalry with neat equipment and the military appearance caught up, Mu Qingyang's remaining 2,000 people were definitely dead or alive. Here's the problem, after a night of running and chasing, even if it is as strong as a thunder beast, it is already exhausted, not to mention the eight-horse cart, the horses are foaming at the mouth, and their steps are getting slower and slower.

Mu Qingyang stopped his horse, and there was a huge mound on the edge of the depression, and he couldn't retreat. "All the soldiers dismount and retreat to the hillock!"

The Blood Guard cavalry who heard Mu Qingyang's order looked terrified, and they knew that Mu Qingyang had given this order to resist 20,000 cavalry to the death.

The remaining two thousand or so soldiers were already exhausted, but the nature of the soldiers and the harsh special training made them not have the slightest objection, and all the thunder beasts stopped at the edge of the hill. All the horses drove to the mound, and each soldier had at least three spears in his hand.

"Everyone, tie up these spears and stick them in the dirt, hurry up!" Mu Qingyang ran back and forth, giving orders.

He personally snatched three spears from a soldier, pulled out his trouser belt and tied them up, and then used great force to pierce the tails of the three spears directly into the earth.

In fact, the rejection horse that Mu Qingyang is using now is clearly the nemesis of the cavalry. Mu Qingyang also had an idea, so he asked the soldiers to pick up more spears and come back, originally with the mentality of being prepared, but he didn't expect the coalition forces to really bite and bite hard.

Damn! Chop the blood, and let you taste the taste of the horse.

Under Mu Qingyang's demonstration, all the cavalry followed the script, tied up more than 6,000 spears separately, and barbed them on the hill, and for a while, the entire hill became a hedgehog, and the dense spear tips were coldly facing the outside, and the spears tied together ensured the hardness of the spear.

"Everyone moved back ten meters. Sending a clever soldier to meet Heruber's army, after so long, why hasn't he come. Don't you even want your own trump card? Other soldiers, get ready for battle! ”

Looking at the Shura cavalry that was getting closer and closer, Mu Qingyang was also a little anxious in his heart.

The commander nodded, and rode out of the high hill. The archer stretches out his bow and arrows, pointing at the sky. The rest of the soldiers were all crowded in the middle of the horse rejection, half-kneeling, and their eyes stared at the torrent of cavalry that was constantly approaching.

The whole grassland trembled, and the sound of horses' hooves drowned out any sound in heaven and earth. The dull and oppressive air wrapped around everyone's bodies like fish gelatin, and all the muscles of the Shura Blood Guards were tense. The hand against the spear was shaking. Fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

While the enemy is still two hundred meters away. Mu Qingyang had already begun to give the order, and the shooters who occupied the high place were shooting together.

Thousands of sharp arrows roared into the air. After a perfect arc, all the arrows fell in unison, and they had already crossed a distance of two hundred meters.

Is it easy to defend the blood?

The huge crossbow bolts were quickly assembled, and the scattered equipment was also gathered into a defensive array, and the jet-black and shiny arrows were exposed to form an accurate inclination, and with a loud shout, all the fierce and sudden sounds, struggles and intensifications, were presented in the steel wind and rain! Suddenly! Vent! Jump! It whirls like a storm, it spins like a torrential rain, and the arrows fall like a torrential rain. The arrows of these bows glowed with cold light, and they pierced into the torrent of coalition cavalry. The arrow entered the flesh, the screams kept ringing, and the cavalry who rushed to the front could not escape the bad luck of shooting into a hedgehog, rolled and fell off the horse, and the allied cavalry that had been maintaining a high speed to rush and kill the ground was stagnant!

The deaths of hundreds of people were just a small wave in the torrent for the 20,000 cavalry, which quickly subsided.

The coalition forces scattered in all directions and surrounded them in a fan-shaped circle. The shooters had a fast rate of fire, and in a short 100-meter sprint distance, they had already fired three rounds of sharp arrows, and thousands of coalition cavalry became the souls of the arrows.

After a distance of 100 meters, the Yaksha cavalry also began to shoot arrows, scattered and chaotic arrows shot down, although not as accurate and effective as the Shura people, but under the chaos of ten thousand arrows, there were still many blood guard cavalry killed by arrows.

Mu Qingyang rode his horse and stood at the forefront of the entire horse rejection gun array, with a spear in his left hand and Lu Lu Jian in his right hand, staring at a pair of gloomy and bloodshot eyes.

The arrows were easily flipped away by him. A platoon of horsemen standing behind him had already blocked the exposed spearheads with their bodies, and they drew their curved swords to keep blocking the arrows. The enemy is getting closer and closer, and you can clearly see the hideous and twisted faces of the Yaksha cavalry who rushed to the front, countless spears raised forward, and the overwhelming momentum of the charge was also pressed down, Mu Qingyang's hair standing at the forefront was blown wildly, and the bloodstained demon face was even more terrifying, and the blood-glittering pupils reflected countless cavalry, thirty meters ...... Twenty meters ...... 10 meters ...... The long-brewing aura of heroic fighting turned into a roar from the depths of his heart, Mu Qingyang raised his last strength, and urged the horse to meet the torrent of iron horses like a mountain and a sea.

He was the only one who crashed into the coalition like a violently burning Martian meteorite.

A shot and a sword, turned into two roaring dragons, the white dragon also has a trace of blue electric light snake string, at the moment of killing into the ant-like crowd, the whirlwind of the Lulu sword dance broke the oncoming three iron spears, castration continued, the angry dragon tore the bodies of the Shura cavalry, blood and brains splashed Mu Qingyang's body, the spear momentum, the sword momentum was not weakened, swinging back and forth to the left and right, and the enemy troops on both sides suddenly screamed and fell off their horses. At this time, countless coalition cavalry suddenly found that the cavalry in front of them began to retreat rapidly.

In front of them were six thousand spears densely packed, all of them stuck diagonally in the mound. These cavalrymen who were sprinting at high speed watched almost as the dense number of spear heads continued to expand in front of them......

Countless soldiers of the Angry Horse Alliance flew into those horse rejection guns, and the four-meter-long spears became human meat mixers, and in an instant, the overwhelming blood rain splattered the heads and faces of those blood guards under the horse rejection guns. When they opened their eyes again, they saw bloody meat skewers.

Almost at the same moment, thousands of horsemen were pierced into the bodies of the horsemen, and the soldiers were stabbed to the point that their bodies were twisted, and their intestines and flesh were squeezed out of the wounds. Even the blood guard, who had seen the bloody scene of death, felt his stomach churn at that moment. Although the cavalry of the coalition army behind them was spared the doom of penetration, because the castration in front suddenly stopped, and they fell off their horses one by one, and those chaotic horses became a completely boiling soup in front of the horse gun formation.

At this moment, the Shura cavalry roared and swung their swords into the coalition cavalry group.

Countless heads, blood, shot in the sky, and the more than 1,000 blood guards who took the initiative frantically slashed and killed the cavalry of the coalition who were rejected by the rifle formation.

Mu Qingyang had long been surrounded by the group, and he had entered dozens of meters vertically. The left spear was separated from each other, blocking the swinging spear, and the momentum drew an arc to the left, using it to use the left seven. The eight spears were all swung away, and at the same time, the Lulu sword flicked diagonally to the right, transforming into a black light and shadow, waving both hands at the same time as the war horses staggered!

Amidst the screams. Five human heads and six severed arms rolled to the ground wrapped in blood. In this series of battles, Mu Qingyang's left hand wound began to bleed again, oozing into the slippery hand of his gun.

With a shake of his hand, he was stabbed in the back.

Mu Qingyang's body twisted, avoiding the vital point, and the tail of the gun was thrown back violently, directly shattering the person's head and bursting out of the brain.

The numbness and pain made Mu Qingyang's blood all over his body like ignited gunpowder for a moment, and those markings began to boil again, this time. The markings bulged on the surface of the skin like earthworms, and the intense pain attacked Mu Qingyang's nerves. The black demonic armor slowly appeared outside the body, and a tall figure appeared in front of everyone.

He couldn't help but scream, held the halberd with all his strength, and swung wildly in front, the spear was instantly covered with blue flow lines, and the body of the spear was slashed and stabbed in the dense cavalry group, and more than a dozen enemy soldiers in front of him were instantly torn into pieces by the strong wind turned into the spear.

When the soldiers around saw Mu Qingyang so fierce, they couldn't help but be shocked and retreated.

At this moment, the sound of violent wind sounded, and Mu Qingyang's scalp felt a strong numbness. This feeling is only possible when death is extremely close.

As soon as Mu Qingyang raised his eyes, his pupils contracted violently, and dozens of meters away, a sharp arrow with dazzling golden rays was breaking through the shackles of space and stabbing in front of him in an instant.

Cut blood, he really came back, and hid in the cavalry.

This kind of fierce arrow, Mu Qingyang is not the first time to see it, cutting blood in the valley is to shoot a fierce flying dragon with this domineering arrow.

Mu Qingyang didn't have time to think about it, the arrow rotated clockwise, expanding infinitely in Mu Qingyang's eyes, the golden light swallowed out the devouring people, and the murderous aura like a raging wave quickly condensed, forming a swirling vortex that shot in, under the impact of this air current, the skin on his face was in severe pain, and the strong wind was blowing on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Mu Qingyang's hand was too late to make any movements. The speed of this arrow had surpassed Mu Qingyang's imagination, and under the huge threat of death, Mu Qingyang closed his eyes and suddenly opened his mouth wide...... A smell of blood surged and choked into Mu Qingyang's throat. He was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited.

The distance between life and death is so close. Mu Qingyang felt the foreign object in his mouth, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that a sharp pain came from his numb cheeks...... The strong wind has dissipated. Mu Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, but the first thing he saw was the pair of sky-blue eyes a hundred meters away.

There is shock, fear, and even a hint of ...... Inexplicable admiration.

Chop blood. His brain was also blank for a short time, and he was shooting arrows until they were bitten by a man like a demon god...... I can't tell you what it felt, but there was excitement in the midst of fear.

Such a powerful hand crossbow didn't shoot him?

Mu Qingyang spit out the arrow, and there was a mouth full of blood, under the high degree of tension, the blood and sweat all over his body had already soaked his clothes, and at this time, he was blown by the wind, and the cold soaked was uncomfortable.

A feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe permeated Mu Qingyang's heart.

Mu Qingyang reacted from shock first. Never let him shoot a second arrow again was Mu Qingyang's only thought at the moment.

The shock of the surrounding Shura and coalition soldiers was by no means under Mu Qingyang and the blood, but at this time, Mu Qingyang urged the mount under his crotch hard, and the nightmare hissed like thunder, and pushed forward hard, Mu Qingyang waved the thunder gun forward, and in the lightning, the Yaksha warrior exuded a scorching smell and fell off the horse.

The nightmare ran through the crowded group of coalition soldiers, and Mu Qingyang held his breath. Guns and swords were wielded incomprehensibly. Seeing Mu Qingyang constantly rushing, he gradually narrowed the distance between the two, and with some horror in his heart, he urged the black horse that stepped down and took a few steps back.

Picking up an arrow again, another iron-tired giant bow glowing with cyan light was grasped in his hand.

He had just shot an arrow with his crossbow with all his might, and his fingers were numb, and this time he pulled the bowstring harder, and this time the bow was not full, and when it was three-quarters of the way it was drawn, there was a sharp pain in his fingers.

Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and jumped, he saw the blood slash once again aimed at him with a terrifying bow and arrow.

Although the warning omen this time was much lighter than the previous arrow, Mu Qingyang did not guarantee that he would be able to take it again.

With a miserable snort, the right hand holding the arrow feather trembled violently, and the crisp sound from the bones let him know that if he didn't let go of his hand, the bowstring might break his fingers, and with a sharp whistle, the arrow shot towards Mu Qingyang quickly. (To be continued.) )