The golden goshawk spreads its wings and pokes its claws and beak out!

Look at the castration of this light eagle, look at its cold eyes without the slightest emotion, it seems to want to scratch Roy's head and peck out his eyeballs!

This shot, Roy can't avoid it!

However, just as he had already felt the touch of death, and just as the skin on his face had been cut open by the wind blade stirred up by the claws of the goshawk, a riding spear glowing as red as a flame swept past Roy and met the golden eagle.

It was Punk, who arrived with a horse, who shot the shot.

This royal knight of Saint Solan, still more than twenty meters away, shot like a cannonball from the galloping horse. Shaking your hand at the golden goshawk is a shot.

The tip of the spear that broke through the air tore through the air, and on the tip of the spear with surging fighting spirit, a villain with a changing flame battle ring took out the gun and crashed into the arms of the goshawk.

The roar of the eagle soared into the sky.

The fists of the little fire man, the claws of the golden eagle, collided together fiercely and incomparably in the air. A shockwave spread out in an instant, knocking Roy out of the air.

This is the power of Dou Qi after transformation?!

Roy's eyes widened, and as he flew out upside down, he kept staring at the goshawk transformed by the golden fighting qi of the brave knight of Fei Li and the villain transformed by the punk fire fighting qi. Watch them fight fiercely in mid-air.

The little fire man punches extremely fast and fierce.

The golden eagle flew up and down, its claws and beak as sharp as a blade.

After a quick and unrivaled round of exchanges, the little fire man punched the golden eagle in the chest, and the golden eagle also clawed off the little fire man's arm. Immediately, the red light and the golden light dissipated into streamers in an instant, and each retracted into the spear. In midair, only a few fluttering golden eagle light feathers and a flaming flame remained.

When the feather's flames finally dissipated, Roy fell far to the ground, the pain of the shock from the shock of his body wound, and he nearly passed out.

And Philip Brave Knight and Punk are already fighting with their own guns. For a while, only the figures of the two were seen turning into two entangled phantoms. The spear comes and goes, and the move does not leave the opponent's vital point.

More horses galloped in, and the cavalry of both sides roared and rushed into each other's formations, fighting with their spears.

Roy gritted his teeth and got up, only to feel that his internal organs were turned upside down and misplaced, although he was not directly attacked, but the collision of the battle rings between Punk and Fei Li's brave knight still shocked him.

Reaching out and grabbing the reins of Palu as he ran in front of him, he almost got on the horse's back in the posture of a dog.

In the process, the tidal wave of pain kept hitting his nerves again and again. He could only lie on the horse's back, hugging the horse's neck, opening his mouth wide and convulsing his breath like a fish on the shore.

Maybe it was Roy who was outside the battle group, or maybe it was the black-haired boy's red eyes, the endless methods and the ruthless bravery of the Feilie cavalry who was wrapped in a healing light film and still split the head of the Feilie cavalry with an axe, so none of the Feilie cavalry who caught and killed each other dared to ride their horses over.

"How's it going, boy?!" asked a royal knight who was leading a small group of cavalry to rescue the civilians, rode up to Roy's side, and looked worriedly at the boy's completely bloodless face on his horse.

He was also treated with healing. Although he had become an armed knight at that time and had the support of his fighting spirit, he still remembers the feeling of being unable to survive and not to die.

He couldn't figure out how Roy could endure that kind of pain.

Scraping the bones with thousands of ants and thousands of knives is not enough to describe the taste, this kid without the slightest fighting spirit actually gritted his teeth and survived. What a terrifying tenacity!

This kid is a man!

As for the source of the healing technique, he didn't care about it now. Whether it was Roy's own magic, or his use of a demonic scroll that was too expensive to even afford, it wasn't something that everyone was thinking about right now.

"Hehe, I can't die. Roy twitched, but gritted his teeth and smiled.

Kill an armed knight and six cavalrymen, and an ordinary civilian like himself will earn even if he dies. Besides, he was still alive after being stabbed through the body with three riding spears, and he was a few steps closer to Tom Tom, why didn't he laugh?

Lao Tzu is going to laugh!

Others think it's stupid or stupid, Lao Tzu has been laughing like this all his life!,

He crouched on his horse and looked back into the distance.

In the already bright morning light, Hugo and Baron Bryan also led the royal knights to repeatedly storm the enemy's camp. Of the more than 100 people who set off, there are still seventy or eighty left, and all of them are injured.

Especially Hugo and Brian, who rushed to the front, were shouting and fighting from beginning to end, the armor of the two was completely stained red with blood, and even the big dan behind them was soaked in blood, covering the body of the war horse, dripping with blood, making the original oily fur of the war horse turn black and red, and the hair was greasy and stained together.

"If you can't die, go!" came the knight's voice.

Roy turned his head to see that he gave himself a thumbs up, and with a spur kick in the horse's belly, he rushed in the direction of the civilian brigade.

Roy urged his horse and followed closely behind him, surrounded by ten royal cavalry.

After a fierce battle, the shape of the central war group was tilting in favor of Saint-Soran.

Because Roy killed one Ferret's armed knight and six cavalrymen one after another, the bloody royal knights fought bravely one by one, completely suppressing the momentum of the Ferrays. On the other hand, the Filie people became more and more chilled the more they fought. Many of the cavalry had lost their former vigor, and were losing ground under the desperate attack of the Saint-Solan knights, and the casualties were rapidly expanding.

If it weren't for the strength of the leading two-star brave knight who suppressed Punk, I'm afraid they would have collapsed long ago.

The horses galloped, and soon, Roy followed the royal knights, rode his horse around the fighting cavalry group from the outside, and appeared behind the Ferray cavalry who were sporadically attacking the civilian brigade.

The appearance of this St. Soran cavalry made the Ferrett cavalry attacking the civilians only turn their horses and shrink their formation. Everyone understands that in a field cavalry duel, the side with speed, neat formation and front will always be the winner. Therefore, no one dared to carelessly expose their backs to the Saint-Soran cavalry, which could accelerate their charge at any moment.

The retreat of the Ferrets gave the civilians a sigh of relief. Many people cried excitedly when they looked at the royal cavalry who had returned to their field of vision.

Tom and several men with swords in their hands stood back to back, covered in blood and gasping for breath after desperately swinging their swords to block the stabbing attacks of the Ferray cavalry.

With the hot air in his lungs like bellows, Tom looked up at Roy.

At this time, the big head was lying on the horse's back with a pale face.

The eyes of the two good brothers crossed in the air, and they couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw each other out of danger.

Tom had just given Roy a thumbs up when he saw Roy, who had just ridden past the warband, gritted his teeth and propped himself up, took off his longbow from his horse, and shot arrows like beads at the brave knight who was fighting Punk.

This grudge-holding boy!

The feathered arrows cut through the crowd of scrambles, heading straight for the Philip Knight's vital point.

The Ferray Knight, who had already suppressed the punk, suddenly contracted his pupils in the rain of arrows that almost turned around and shot towards his eyes in all directions.

Because he found that at this moment, the punk in front of him suddenly disappeared!

Poof! Blood sprayed.

Punk, who staggered past the horse and the brave knight of Ferry, hung horizontally on the saddle, from the bottom to the top, and a shot stabbed out of the neck of the knight's horse, and the snake pierced into the lower abdomen of the knight of Ferry!

The Ferray Knight spurted out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground with his horse.

His eyes widened in anger.

The last thing that appeared in his pupils was not the punk who had fought him for dozens of rounds, but the countless figures fighting back and forth, countless criss-crossing riding spears, countless wielding long swords, countless messy horse hooves and splattered blood, the pale young man.

At the last moment, the words of a senior sounded in his mind.

Whoever you offend, do not sin the scepter...... Chapter 2, Ask for Recommendations. In addition, this book is on the list in Sanjiang. To be honest, the verdict has achieved its current results because of the help of every sibling. Starting Monday, I'll speed up the update and soar. If you are free now, please help you vote in Sanjiang. Please!!......