"Xiaolang, are you alright?"

With blood covered in unknown whether it was himself or the enemy, Ding Zhi rode his horse closer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The desolate ground under his feet was a little muddy because it was soaked in blood, and he almost staggered to his feet in the middle of a shapeless corpse, but Li Xiaobai shook his head and replied, "It's okay!"

The cavalry team fought fiercely with the elite cavalry of the Rong people, and he was unharmed when he was surrounded in the middle, even so, his white clothes were still stained with a lot of blood, except for the great warriors, more of them were Rong people.

Once these killers rushed into the battlefield, they completely forgot what they were fighting for, and there were only two kinds of people in their eyes, the living and the dead.

Ding Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blood on his face, and gasped and said, "The front is to rush to the city!

Although they were still a few feet away from desperately blocking the cavalry of the silver-armored female general, the cavalry of the Great Wu Dynasty encountered great resistance, and even if they had not yet come into contact with the cavalry that the Rong people were proud of, those ordinary cavalry were still not easy to deal with.

Once you go head-to-head with the strongest Storming Rider of the Rong people, God knows what will happen next.

Since stepping into the battlefield until now, Ding Zhi's cavalry team has been reduced by one-third, and the cruelty of war tests everyone.

After such an embarrassing fall, Li Xiaobai calmed down, he seemed to react, he was angry at the crown, but Lao Ding was a man who sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman regardless of the three seven twenty-one who drew his sword to help, and the brother did this, I'm afraid there was no one.

He looked around, and only about six or seven hundred cavalry of the Great Wu Dynasty cavalry were completely encircled, and the situation was the same as that of the silver-armored female general who was suspected of being Bai Ying'er, and it was impossible for either the Chinese army or the Thousand Pheasant Army to send troops to support them.

This means that he, Ding Zhi and others have no way out.

Retreat has become a luxury, and it is absolutely impossible, if you want to survive, you can only move forward bravely, Li Xiaobai gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Forward!"

Ding Zhi nodded heavily, waved his sword towards the front of the cavalry, and shouted hoarsely: "Thousand Pheasant Army!

In this life, if you don't go crazy once, it will be incomplete, Ding Zhi at this moment does not regret his choice at all, because he is a killing talent, since he is a killing talent, as long as he kills people all over the ground, he doesn't need to think about anything else.

The bloodied cavalrymen roared: "Thousand Pheasant Army!

The Thousand Pheasant Army, like an army like a city wall, is as immobile as a mountain, moving as a city, and the name of each army in the Dawu Dynasty has been given a deep metaphor.

At this moment, Ding Zhi and other Dawu Dynasty soldiers roared out the military soul of the Thousand Pheasant Army!

Thousands of Pheasant Army!

The roar of hundreds of people even overwhelmed the fighting sound on the battlefield for a time, and it spread to the Fengxuan Kingdom and the Dawu Dynasty army formation outside the battlefield, causing a slight commotion, especially the Thousand Pheasant Army's main formation reacted greatly, and the sergeants and war horses almost rushed out like a reflex.

"What a good boy!"

Although Yu Hong, the commander of the Thousand Pheasant Army and the commander of the Tsuchong Commander, greatly agreed with the courage of Ding Zhi and others, he did not choose to support their audacity, but then ordered the whole army not to act rashly.

Standing in the crowd, Su Shangzhuo's face was full of resentment, but he secretly rejoiced, and the untouchables who took away his son were afraid that his life would not be long in coming.

The middle army of the Dawu Dynasty, the main formation of the Dangkou army, and the blood of Lin Mian was boiling in the Wolf Dao Festival, but he was calm and still couldn't help but hit the knot.

"True warriors!"

The enemy is outnumbered, besieged, dead and alive, still moving forward bravely, even the Rong people have to secretly admire, of course, a more fierce attack can be used as a tribute to these warriors.

For a while, both the Feng Xuanguo and the Great Wu Dynasty put this lone army on the same footing as the silver-armored female general who fought endlessly.

The blind old man sighed, glanced at the night weeping, and fell silent for a long time.

"Hmph!

Li Xiaobai, who didn't deal with the first day he came to the Yishi camp, snorted coldly.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the fate is immeasurable, if you come, you will say the mantra and say the nectar Lord ......"

The Great Jue Zen Master, who specializes in Wild Fox Zen, directly recited the mantra of the past life and overtook Li Xiaobai.

The expressionless Yin Juren retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on the seventy-two colored spring palace diagram in his hand.

Night Cry was still calculating, and there were words in his mouth, as if everything on the battlefield had nothing to do with him.

Almost all of them were not optimistic about this cavalry team that hit stones with eggs.

The corpses of people and war horses on the left and right sides of the silver-armored woman were piled up, and at this moment, she had no way to take another step forward after most of her internal qi had been consumed, and the corpses around her greatly limited her tossing and turning space.

Even if she didn't want to, the silver-armored female general had no choice but to retreat.

At this moment, an exceptionally majestic armored war horse appeared directly in front of the silver-armored female general carrying a heavily armored knight covered in blades.

Behind him, twelve heavily armed cavalry rushed into a triangular charging formation, ready to attack.

The war horses that can load the heavy armor of the city are all the BMW of the thousand, and the one that is the commander of the thousand is the abnormality of the divine horse, and the spirit rhino realm demon horse that costs a huge price to open its mind, once launched, the demon horse is not only extremely terrifying in impact, but also able to release some talent spells, and can almost have the effect of truly destroying the city.

After paying a huge casualty of more than 100 cavalry, the commander of this thousand-man team of cavalry decided to personally deliver the final fatal blow to this southerner female general who had lost his combat strength.

These cavalry cavalry did not pay attention to the nearby cavalry of the Dawu Dynasty from beginning to end, and the previous two thousand cavalry were completely wiped out in an instant, and this cavalry team of the Dawu Dynasty, which had lost nearly half of it, was also vulnerable in front of the cavalry that Feng Xuanguo was proud of.

Oops!

Li Xiaobai immediately discovered the abnormality in front of the silver-armored female general, and hurriedly dropped the riding shield that he picked up to protect himself, and shouted at Ding Zhi, who was struggling to open the way in front: "Old Ding!

With a ruthless knife for injury, a Rong knight slashed off his mount and war horse, and Ding Zhi, who was a little shaky, took the time to respond: "What?"

"Defend!"

Li Xiaobai stood still with a solemn expression.

He knew that the time had come to use a killer weapon, and although the cost was huge, especially at this juncture, he didn't care about the consequences.

"Formation! Defend!"

Ding Zhi understood this time.

The cavalry no longer continued to charge, but formed a defensive circle, tightly protecting Li Xiaobai in the middle, and the stray arrows that flew over were blocked as much as possible, and those hateful Rong people were also blocked out of the defensive circle.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiaobai raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and middle finger after clenching his fist, and pressed his thumb on the ring finger and little finger, forming a standard sword finger.

"That's it! Come on!"

With his right arm stretched straight, Li Xiaobai aimed at the commander of the Chongcheng Cavalry who began to accelerate.

"Xiaolang, what are you doing?"

Ding Zhi was busy and glanced back, completely unable to understand Li Xiaobai's movements, neither pinching the magic trick nor the starting style of martial arts moves.

If you point at the enemy like this, can you point people to death?

"Hold! three! two! one!" Li Xiaobai recited words in his mouth as if he was chanting a mantra, and when he read it, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted: "Xihe!"

The chaotic blue lotus in his heart suddenly lit up, and the strength of his body was instantly drained, and it quickly converged to his fingertips, turning into a pure and pure pale white sword light in an instant.

The demon rider who was about to pounce forward was instantly pierced by this "Xihe" sword light and even the person and the mount, and the one person and one rider who were caught off guard did not even have the slightest ability to resist, and their spirits were destroyed on the spot.

The demon rider who couldn't exert his strength seemed to be shaken violently, and then fell to the ground without any sound.

However, on the battlefield, the damage caused by this "Xihe" sword light was far more than that, and even more rushing horsemen behind this commander were not spared, and dozens of horsemen were like dominoes, falling into a straight line.

Under the big bow in the center of the Rong army, Erlun (Captain of Ten Thousand Soldiers) Tamuri noticed the abnormality on the battlefield for the first time, and shouted a warning: "Be careful!"

But it was too late.

The commander of the 30,000 elite cavalry, the Grand Duke of the Silver Knife Pakoru, made a few ho-ho strange sounds in his throat, as if he lowered his head in disbelief, and saw a finger-sized blood hole inexplicably appeared in his chest, and the blood gushed out wildly, and soon dyed the placket red, and the talisman spiritual object purchased with a lot of money turned into powder at some point, leaving only an empty gold filament, and then fell into darkness in front of him.

A gap appeared in the armor shield array in front of it, forming a straight line with the string of rushing cavalry, including the commander, that had fallen on the battlefield.

The heavy shield and armor could not withstand the sudden and strange attack, and even the spell Yellow Sand Curtain released by Master Nange did not have time to react, and was directly pierced by the pale white beam.

"Uncle Pakoru!

Seeing the Grand Duke of the Silver Moon, who was spurting blood from his chest and back, fell straight back, the Prince of the Flower of Ebula screamed in horror.

"He's a warlock!"

Tamuri felt a chill in his heart, and the cunning Nanren Warlock pretended to be mortals to confuse them, and took the opportunity to launch a spell to kill their commander of the 30,000 elite cavalry, the Grand Duke of the Silver Sword, Pakoru.

"Why, how can this be?"

The two warlocks who were invited, Master Nange and Venerable Siali looked at each other, and both of them saw an unbelievable look on each other's faces, the young man in white in the Nanren cavalry team did not have any aura on him, he was clearly a mortal, how could he have the means that only warlocks had.

At this moment, there was a sudden crisp pop behind them.

Tamuri and the Prince of Ebula looked at each other, slowly turned his head to follow the sound, but saw a small hole inexplicably appeared in the towering wooden pole, and the damaged overall strength of the pole body could not bear the weight of the large pole and the pulling force attracted by the air current, and began to tilt and become more and more crumbling.

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