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The cavalry charged in clusters, and the most powerful thing was not the cavalry spears in their hands, but their speed. Using speed, they can tear through the strongest defenses, pierce anyone's chest with a riding gun in their hand, fly thousands of miles with a deadly blow, and ride a horse to turn around and repeatedly attack.

Speed is the strength of the cavalry, and it is also their life.

When a cavalry loses speed, they are nothing more than tin cans on horses. The infantry had 10,000 ways to turn them into pulp.

At this moment, one after another galloping war horses fell in that terrifying light. One by one, the horseback Ferray knights were thrown to the ground with inertia. The surging iron stream was like crashing into an invisible wall, shattered in the endless flying blood crow, and turned into a rain of blood.

The seventh-level magic has the largest coverage of the Spring Bamboo Shoots, and the strongest small-scale attack is the Fire Dragon Flame Tiger.

The Dance of the Crows, on the other hand, is a form of magic that combines both. Although the coverage is not as good as the bamboo shoots, and the attack power is not as good as that of the fire dragon, when it is used in a specific environment, the magic power of this straight line impact far exceeds the above two magics.

Wizards like to use this magic in terrain such as narrow lanes or canyons. I like to see the fire crow that shoots out, like a flowering bullet fired by a giant cannon, from the moment it is discharged, it flies in a straight line to the front. Ruined miè in front of the eyes of a qiē.

No one can stand in its way.

Just like now!

One by one, the galloping knights were pierced by the fire crows and fell off their horses, and the war horses neighed and rolled to the ground in the flock of flying fire crows.

When the front team of the entire knight formation turned into an obstacle rolling on the ground, the Ferray knights behind had no time to slow down or dodge.

Some knights rode past their horses and companions on the ground. But the next moment, they were hit by the overwhelming fire crows, and became one of the obstacles that the knights in the rear had to jump over.

And more knights were tripped and fell to the ground.

Their horses broke their front legs, or knelt down, and their bodies turned into uncontrollable cannonballs, which fell heavily to the ground in an arc in the air, breaking their hands and legs.

The charging Philip cluster, one second the master of the battle, the next second in the chaotic passage of the infantry, turned into lambs to be slaughtered.

Everyone was stunned.

The chaotic Fili martyrs were stunned, and the charging Fili knights were stunned. Even the rabble soldiers who had prepared for the cavalry cluster attack were stunned.

However, the rabble soldiers were only momentarily distracted, and then they were awakened by the loud sound of horns behind them, the sound of horses' hooves rushing down the hillside like a tide, and the sound of the black-haired young man swinging his tomahawk forward in the air and the roar that burst from his chest.

"Long live Shilan!!"

The voices converged into an angry dragon and rose into the sky.

The surging torrent once again began their unstoppable rush!

"Long live Solan!!"

"Kill!"

The warriors, who were burned with blood all over, rushed out frantically. They rushed to the slowing cavalry swarm in front of them, and rushed to the flanks of confused and terrified Firet infantry.

That's their enemy.

It is the mortal enemy who tramples on their homes and kills their loved ones!

Implacable!

"Kill!" Old Xiong completely lost his composure and calmness at this moment, and rushed into the group of Fei martyrs like a mad tiger. The fighting spirit that had been reluctant to waste suddenly stimulated the magic pattern on the long sword, and red flames swirled and flew in the night sky, like a bloodthirsty fire dragon.

"Kill!" Tang Xiaoben didn't have time to settle accounts with Roy. At this moment, the little fat man turned into the bravest warrior, crashing into the crowd of Fijian martyrs and galloping forward...... Chopping horizontally and vertically, twisting up a rain of blood.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The knife went crazy, he stabbed the opponent in the chest with red eyes, then kicked the enemy's body and pulled out the sword with force, turning and looking for the next enemy. ,

The greyhound went mad, and the stout man roared and shouted angrily, brandishing the horse chopping knife in his hand, and slashing wildly at the terrified enemy in front of him.

Red wine is crazy, Ugo is crazy, prawns are crazy, all the rabble soldiers are crazy. These men rushed at the enemy with their bare chests and blood-stained hair. Their roars echoed in the sky, their footsteps stomping on the flowing blood, splashing bright red blood

No one could stop this mighty torrent, and under the swords one after another, there was only the dull sound of swords entering the flesh and the desperate screams of the Fiji martyrs.

Confusion spread rapidly in the Philip formation.

Just as the Ferrets roared and tried to regroup and hold their ground, they suddenly noticed that the ground began to shake. Shocked to turn around. They heard the sound of galloping horses' hooves, the loud sound of trumpets, and the cold sound of commands that made people shudder through their souls.

"Put the mask!"

"Flat guns!"

From above, the galloping cavalry of the Bavarian Knights swept like two torrents of black pressure, flashing across the burning and corpse-strewn plains.

When the tide approached within 100 meters of the Fijian martyrs, the knights, under the orders of the officers, neatly laid down their cavalry spears among the hooves of the horses.

Rulin's riding spear, flashing with a cold light.

One hundred, fifty, twenty, and ten meters of the earth retreated rapidly under the hooves of the galloping war horses, and finally, the last bit of green of the vast land was swallowed up by this torrent of steel.

"Kill!"

The Bavarian knights, who were already in high spirits

The majestic horses crashed into the crowd like a raging rhinoceros, making a deafening sound! The majestic horses crashed into the enemy in front of them, and the shining spears pierced through the enemy's body. The sword swung in the air, raising a puddle of blood every time it fell!

This monstrous wave instantly broke away the defense line of the Phillips. The rolling iron stream tumbled along the gap, rushing and sweeping a qiē.

In the earth-shattering sound of killing.

Some of the Fijian martyrs were raised high by the cavalry spears, and some of the Fijian martyrs were smashed to pieces by the terrifying impact of the horses. The screams, the roars, the shouts of killing, the sound of horses' hooves, like a high-pitched and passionate symphony of war, played the climax in this dark night.

The world around Darni is already a hellish sight.

The Ferrets were scattered in all directions under the frenzied slashing of the enemy, and the whole formation was completely disorganized, and many were caught up by a sword and cut to the ground as they ran. Screams and wails were incessant.

The same is true of cavalry.

They were crowded together, in circles. Before they could find a way, the rabble was already flooding over them. As far as the eye could see, I only saw the knights who were originally high in the sky falling off their horses one after another, like drowning people struggling in a flood, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The rabble is surging forward. With the chaos created by this warband, the besieged rabble in other warbands also took advantage of the chaos to kill.

More and more people are coming together to form a bigger torrent.

Those mercenaries who are good at besieging Warcraft in small teams have some short bodies to drill the belly of the horse and cut off the horse's legs, some fit up and pounce and drag, some attack at close range, and some harass from a distance.

The knights who are spinning in place are simply live targets in front of these people. No matter how much they wielded their rifles or howled, they could not drive the wolf-like rabble soldiers away. As long as there is the slightest negligence, it will be dragged off the horse and the corpse will be dismembered.

Lost!

The word was like a poisonous snake, devouring Darney's heart. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

This time, he lost not even to the last Bavarian Knights, but to the rabble, which had never been in his conceptual ranks—a militia dressed in all sorts of clothes and armed with a thousand strange weapons, a mess of tactics and incapable of execution!!

Every scream that came from his side, and every knight in his field of vision, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, felt like a stab in Darney's heart.

That's the elite of his command. It is the thirteenth Silver Knights of the Philip Empire. Since landing in Lulian, it has made great achievements. ,

But now, instead of dying in a duel with the mighty Knights, they were besieged by a raging militia.

Darney didn't stop, his eyes were red, and he swung his sword and slashed hard. The black-haired boy who was always staring at the front was like a wolf ready for revenge, leading the wolves and moving forward silently in the rain of blood.

By this time, he had no hope of returning alive.

The Bavarian Knights, whistling down the hillside, seized the most accurate fighter and delivered the most fatal blow to him and his troops.

Rather than die in the pursuit of the Bavarian Knights, it is better to die heroically.

And before he died, there was only one thing he had to do, and that was to kill the black-haired boy who turned the tide of the entire battle, and completely erase this kid who made him tremble from the bottom of his heart!

Darni rode his horse, swept like the wind past two Soran soldiers who were trying to rush over, jumped over a dead horse, and went upstream.

The guards who guarded him all around him were like a small boat in the storm of the sea, constantly rising and falling with the monstrous waves. In just a few tens of meters away, seven or eight more cavalry fell and fell behind, instantly turning into a scream in the shadow of the sword and sword behind them.

The voice did not cause the slightest fluctuation in Darney's heart. Less than thirty meters away from the black-haired kid, he raised his fighting spirit to the top.

The war horse, which had been stimulated by the war ring with all its potential, suddenly accelerated.

I heard a thud in the air, and the black war horse turned into a furious phantom and headed straight for Roy. Its swollen muscles oozed blood, its hooves were completely airborne, and its majestic body took on a forward impact shape like a large curved bow.

And faster than the war horse was the silver cavalry spear in Darny's hand.

It was a straight bolt of lightning, gathering all the starlight, moonlight, firelight, knife light, and blood light in this night, and drew a stunning trajectory that made people's pupils constrict, piercing Roy's eyebrows.

No one can describe this shot in words, and no one can stop it.

The two Soran mercenaries standing in front of Darni, a Firean infantryman, three wounded horses that fell to the ground, several corpses of Filie cavalry, and even the blood, grass, and scattered swords on the ground all shattered and evaporated in front of the terrifying spear, and flew away with a bang.

By the time Darney rushed to a distance of only thirty meters from him, Roy had already focused all his attention on the fierce-eyed Ferry Knight.

Countless battles with demons in the Judgment World have not only given him combat experience far beyond that of any veteran in this world. It also turns the perception of danger into an instinct that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Roy is not a madman or a fool.

As long as he glanced at the eight whirling auras under Darny's warhorse, he knew that this shot was far from his own

Able to resist.

"Fuck!"

At the same time that Darney's shot was stabbed, Roy flew back!

For a while, I only saw a silver riding spear and a black figure, advancing and retreating, and in the blink of an eye, he had bowed out more than ten meters.

However, Dalny, who came on horseback, was obviously faster than Roy, who flew back. In front of the tip of his silver cavalry spear, space and time, as if twisted into a huge vortex, froze for a moment.

Including people's thinking, the movements of the old bear who rushed up crazily, Tang Xiaoben, the knife and others, and the eyes of the mercenaries.

"Roy, Thunder Eight!" With a loud shout from the dwarven axe spirit in his mind, Roy, who was flying back, suddenly swung eight axes at the tip of Darny's spear.

The Eight Thunder Styles are a rare defensive move in the Thunder Axe Method, which focuses on attacking and defending lightly. It is also a set of combos that repeatedly appear in the fierce battle between the dwarf axe spirit and the demon clan in a night that turns the situation around at a critical moment. Therefore, this is also one of the tricks that Roy has learned the most.

As the eight axes were swung, I saw that in the void, it was as if a transparent silver umbrella had suddenly opened.

The light of the axe, drawing eight bright tracks, flows along the umbrella bone, from different angles and in different lines, towards the tip of the umbrella, one axe is faster than the other.

Boom boom boom ・・・・・・・,

The sound of the collision of the tomahawk and the tip of the gun suddenly exploded in the night sky, and it was earth-shattering.

At the first axe, Dalny's spear tip didn't even move.

The second axe, the silver spear flashed.

The third axe, the spear shrank slightly.

The fourth axe, the fifth axe

As one axe after another slashed at the tip of the gun, the sound of impact became louder and louder. In the end, it was as deafening as the thunder in the sky.

When the eighth axe slashed out with a loud shout from Roy, a bright spark exploded between the tomahawk and the horseman. The axe that suddenly broke through the spear finally slashed at Dalni's silver spear with all the power gathered by the first seven of the Thunder Eight Styles.

The spatial vortex at the tip of the spear disappeared, and the spear formed by the battle ring retreated into the body of the spear like a tide, and even the silver spear itself trembled under the violent force.

Seeing the silver spear stabbed out of the air, it suddenly slammed in the air. The hearts of all the mercenaries around them almost jumped out of their throats with a cheer!

"The Father is above!"

"Oh my!"

"Blocked, blocked!"

Darney's pupils contracted violently.

This is the first time that he has been split by an opponent whose fighting spirit level is lower than his own, and the other party is still an ordinary soldier who doesn't even have a battle ring. Shocked, this strengthened his belief that he was going to kill his opponent on the spot.

Gritting his teeth and sneering, Darney suddenly raised his fighting spirit back to the peak, frantically urging the battle ring.

Inducing a fighting spirit at the moment when the battle ring is forced back is an absolute taboo for any knight. After all, no matter how powerful a knight is, his flesh, bones, and internal organs cannot have the strength to carry the collision of battle rings.

The end of this is no different from suicide!

However, Darni, who was determined to kill the other party, didn't care about his life or death at all.

With the stimulation of Bi Qi, the eight battle rings surged towards the cavalry spear in a rapid rotation. When this huge power and the power of the return collided together, for a while, I only saw the confluence of the two rays of light on Darni's body, the muscles suddenly cracked, and streams of blood burst out like blood arrows.

Darni's throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but the silver spear in his hand was once again poked out at a faster speed with the flow of the battle ring.

"Die!"

Poof! The silver spear was still a full two meters away from his body, and Roy was already enveloped by the power of the spear.

His body was knocked upside down and flew out, and in the sound of bones shattering, his clothes turned into countless trampling butterflies, and the skin of his body seemed to be cut by an invisible blade, cracking into a bloody mouth, and as soon as the splattered blood beads flew out, they burst into a cloud of blood mist in the furious gunlight.

"Roy!"

"Stop!"

The old bears and others around them rushed forward like crazy. But how?

They could only widen their bloodshot eyes, and with a sinister smile on Roy's face as they watched flying upside down in their field of vision, they used the last of his strength to shoot the battle axe in his hand towards the knight of Naferi.

"Fuck you!"

Time, as if frozen in this moment.

At this moment, a slender figure, with endless flames and wisps of entwined streamers, shot at the lightning. Her long silver hair fluttering in the wind was like an ancient glacier that cut through time and space, and her golden riding spear, like a round of bright sun, broke through the void and landed on the body of the silver spear.

"Boom!" A huge shock wave suddenly swept around with the collision of the cavalry guns.

In the great flash, Roy saw the deep and charming eyes under the flaming helmet, and saw the blood splattered as his flying tomahawk slashed deep into the front door of the Knight.

When the endless darkness hit, he yelled at her.

"The exploits of war belong to Lao Tzu!"

Beside him, cheers resounded in the sky!

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