When the black chicken soldiers heard the reward of the Tang and Song dynasties, greed burst out in their hearts.

The originally neat military formation was suddenly crushed by greed, and dozens of people poured out of the military formation and rushed towards Yang Hu and Zhao Qingtian.

Yang Hu held the giant shield war knife in his hand with a hideous face, and moved forward steadily.

The two black chicken soldiers who rushed the fastest, with the same hideous wielding war knife on their faces, led two white swords to slash at Yang Hu.

What greeted them was the thick and rough shield in Yang Hu's hand, which slammed out lightly in the middle of the outstretched arm, and the majestic power on the two swords seemed to have fallen to an iron wall.

The moment of the clanging explosion.

With the light delivery of the shield, Yang Hu's face was hideous.

The slightly tilted giant shield in his hand slapped up.

There was a loud bang.

The two soldiers didn't expect that the owner who had a head worth a thousand gold would have such power, and the moment the sword and shield collided, a huge force poured into the bodies of the two along the war knife in their hands.

Like a huge wave that overturns the river and the sea, it rags in the body.

The bodies of the two were instantly destroyed by the force of the brutal impact, the war knives came out of their hands, and there was a hot pain in their internal organs, and the blood that involuntarily spurted on their backs drew two dazzling blood marks in mid-air with their bodies that were knocked away.

Melt into the pouring rain.

Yang Hu, with a hideous face, strode in, and caught up with the two bodies that were knocked out of the air like lightning, and the hundred battle knives in his hands were like the lightness of a chef chopping meat on a cutting board.

The two seemed slow but lightning-fast starts.

The bodies of the two black chicken soldiers were cut into four and fell into the muddy water.

Then he rushed close to Yang Hu's soldiers, and his eyes and faces showed horror.

They are soldiers, and they practice swords and guns all day long.

They knew that to decapitate a man, or cut them in two, was far more powerful than they could wield.

The soldiers who rushed forward were terrified and wanted to stop.

But it still seems to be a little late.

The companions behind them, hugging their bodies, continued to rush forward...... In the eyes of the heavy armored sergeant, he saw Yang Hu's figure just like his standard training posture when he practiced in the school field.

Yang Hu took a step forward, raised the war knife in his hand and slashed out, and the hundred chopping knives that made a terrible sound of breaking the air instantly smashed the armor on the chest of the black chicken soldier, and as he stepped out again, the shield slammed forward and fell the black chicken soldier's curled body, and with a flip of his wrist, the snow bright knife turned around from under the shield and slashed out.

Cut the soldier in two.

Stomping, lunging, shielding, slashing.

The standard basic shield slash practice basic, Yang Hu's figure flickered in front of the black chicken soldiers, that light, that elegant, that is called a comfortable, where is there the dilemma of being besieged by dozens of people.

It's like entering a no-man's land.

More than 20 black chicken soldiers, under Yang Hu's continuous steps, cut one by two, blood stained the spot.

Yang Hu, the knife is bloodthirsty!

The rest of the black chicken soldiers were all shocked.

They were just ordinary defenders of the Tang family's city, and the strongest rank was only guards, and in the face of the god-like Yang Hu in the storm, the blood and fear everywhere destroyed their will.

Screams of terror rang out in the crowd.

"Stand back, don't squeeze. Don't squeeze it!"

"Go back, go back, go back to the array. ”

"Get out of the way...... Let ......"

"Is that human?"

"The devil. He is the devil. ”

The panic of the black chicken soldiers was spreading, and the greed in their hearts was shattered by Yang Hu's blood.

Frightened, he turned and ran backwards.

Yang Hu's burly figure was strolling idly in the pouring rain, and the fleeing black chicken soldiers were in the crowd surrounding each other, and there was not much speed at all, and it was impossible to escape his pursuit.

One step at a time, one life at a time.

Yang Hu's eyes became crystal red under the stimulation of qi and blood.

Like a blood-stained sword, it asks for the lives of the black chicken soldiers.

He walked alone into the enemy camp.

The figure of Tang and Song on the mount was trembling, trembling like a peasant woman sifting out rice grains in front of the courtyard.

He sat high and saw far away.

That enemy general started by wielding a knife, which is the most basic slashing technique of a soldier, but his slashing strength, not to mention an ordinary soldier, is probably a wild wolf guard at the level of a city defender in the city...... Even Zhan Xiongwei is difficult to be so resolute.

Cut it in two.

Tang and Song were well aware of the power they possessed.

The strength of his Wild Wolf Guard at the fourth level, not to mention cutting the soldiers wearing soft armor in two, even if he fights with all his strength, he can only kill them, as for one knife and two sections, he is still far behind!

The generals of the enemy army were already more than 20 people.

In the face of the killing god who was striding towards him, could he not be afraid?

"Up, up block him, block him. ”

Tang Song had already forgotten the roundabout tactics in his heart, and he had also forgotten what he should do as a commander, looking at the blood in Yang Hu's eyes, he roared in horror, and commanded his soldiers to rush forward to block Yang Hu.

But he turned his horse's head and retreated back from the formation.

The rest of the black chicken soldiers are now both frightened and excited.

Looking at the enemy general who rushed into his camp alone, the fear that had just risen in their hearts was replaced by the golden general.

As for the tragic slaughter of their companions, it became their motivation.

Because a person's strength is limited, the enemy general is strong, but under the encirclement of so many people, he can't support it for long.

At that time, the head worth a thousand gold will be his own.

The ant-like black chicken soldiers rushed towards Yang Hu.

......

A field full of corpses.

The scene was full of corpses that were cut in two.

The pungent blood, melted into the rain, dispersed with the wind blowing through the rain curtain.

Yang Hu threw away the hundred chopping knives with the curly blades in his hand, looked at the black chicken soldiers who were scattered and fled in the distance, and waved his hand.

The heavily armored sergeants scattered behind him rushed out to reap the final victory.

Qingkui, Kong Wu, bald, Luo Liang...... The captain of a heavy armored sergeant, even if he was chasing the scattered enemy, the shocking figure of the city lord was still flashing in front of him.

They haven't seen it.

Never seen before!

I never thought of it.

One person can be so fearless and so strong in the face of hundreds of enemies, and with the strength of one person, he can crush an army of hundreds of people.

Today they met, and saw a city lord with a squirrel, a waste name, who used a rough giant shield and a hundred swords to crush an army of hundreds of people.

Simple slash, Yang Hu has never used gorgeous combat skills from beginning to end, it is a simple slash, a simple slash.

That shot kept coming back to Kyungyu's mind.

It's like a brand that can't be waved away.

Zhao Qingtian stood five steps behind Yang Hu.

He held the large hand of the spear that had never trembled, and trembled and spasmed slightly.

Although Zhao Qingtian surrendered to Yang Hu, the Bronze City Lord, for some reason, he had always maintained the arrogance in his heart.

Whether it is experience or combat effectiveness, Yang Hu's subordinates, even if they are Liu Dazi and Zhao Qingtian, are not comparable at all.

Too weak.

But now, Zhao Qingtian felt a majestic battle intent from Yang Hu that he had never seen before.

The fighting spirit revealed by Yang Hu is not inferior to the opponent Zhao Qingtian has ever seen.

Zhao Qingtian tightened the spear in his hand.

But he felt that the battle intent revealed by Yang Hu's body dissipated strangely, and the others also became lazy, yawned and lay down in the bloody mud on the spot, and said to Zhao Qingtian: "I'll rest." ”