"Boom, boom. ”

"Ulla!"

"Kill!"

The hysterical shouts of both sides collided with each other in the sound of drum-like horses' hooves.

The blood rises, like a flower blooming on the Huangquan Road!

Forward!

Forward!

Fuck it, forward!

The black cavalry rushed into the two thousand White Tiger Hall gangs that rolled upside down.

They thought they could tear apart the two thousand as easily as they cut the skin of the milk with a loincloth.

It's like they're tearing apart the fragile van armies on the border of Yanbei County.

But when they rushed into the crowd, they felt as if they had fallen into the most terrifying devil quagmire on the prairie.

War horses hit and killed a batch.

They hacked a batch to death!

But instead of collapsing, the rest of the people went crazy and desperately pushed forward!

There are shiny knives everywhere.

Chop theirs.

Chopping horses.

There were also those who kept jumping up from the ground like fleas and knocking them off their horses.

You can't rush away, you can't retreat.

Aren't they all cowards who are afraid of death?

Not one-sided.

As soon as this fight began, it fell into a phase of attrition.

The Quadruple only had 3,000 men.

If you die, you will lose one.

And this group of Northern Barbarian cavalry is only seven or eight hundred, and there is no support in a short time.

Again, if you die, you will have one less.

Whoever consumes the other will survive.

......

The scorching heat surged in Zhang Chu's body.

He felt like he was going to blow himself up on the spot.

He had never drunk so much medicinal wine at once.

Even if the medicinal wine has been diluted with a burning knife.

He can only swing a knife.

Keep swinging the knife.

Desperately swing the knife!

The Cloud Shock Knife was in his hand, like the faucet of a high-pressure water gun, constantly spewing out crimson energy!

It's like not wanting money.

He is not yet a seventh grade.

But even if it's Qipin, he doesn't dare to play like him.

He lunged forward alone.

Everywhere they went, both men and horses, exploded into a puddle of blood.

None of the Northern Barbarian cavalry could get close to him three feet around, and occasionally a brave man slashed at him with a desperate sword, and he could only tear his clothes, not even his skin.

The golden clothes that seem to be extraordinarily weak in the master fight, finally played its almost buggy role on the battlefield.

"Ulla!"

A mace shook Zhang Chu's crimson blood.

Zhang Chu looked at it, but it was a big black fat man with a bare body, that fat body, more exaggerated than the little Oriental sumo wrestler Zhang Chu had seen, he straddled a majestic tall horse, like a flesh, carrot-thick five fingers, grasping a long-handled mace with thick arms.

He was surrounded by dozens of cavalry, who were actually more burly than the other Northern Barbarian cavalry.

After a closer look, Zhang Chu found that he couldn't sense the blood and qi in the fat pig's body at all.

Seven products!

This dead fat pig is definitely a seventh grade.

He was already an eighth-rank who practiced the marrow once, even if it was an eighth-rank who practiced the marrow four or five times, it was impossible for him not to feel even the slightest trace of blood and qi running.

Zhang Chu knew that he had met the main master.

Battlefield rules, soldier to soldier, general to general.

Zhang Chu stopped, and crimson blood and qi continued to pour into the shocking clouds.

The dozens of elite horsemen behind the fat pig Beiban general scattered from both sides, wanting to surround Zhang Chu.

But before the dozens of elite horsemen could close together, a fierce figure had already slammed in with a big knife on the door panel, and split a fine cavalry and a horse in half with a single sword.

Zhang Chu didn't look back.

But he knew it was Li Zheng who came.

He no longer hesitated, and took the initiative to walk towards the seven-grade fat pig with Jingyun.

The fat pig Beiban rode the same mace upside down, driving the majestic war horse slowly towards Zhang Chu, covered in fat, trembling like a wave between the walking of the war horse.

Walking five feet in front of the fat pig Beiban rider, Zhang Chu stopped.

The fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry also restrained the majestic war horse, looked down at Zhang Chu, and said word by word in a strange tone: "Da Liren, kneel down, live!"

Zhang Chu looked up at him expressionlessly, and the next moment, he suddenly became short, and his hands swept through thousands of troops.

The scarlet aura of the horse-like Zhang Yu swept out and slashed towards the front legs of the majestic war horse.

"Bang. ”

The fat pig Beiban rode the wolf and sheep stick in his hand and swept it downward, and the black light skyrocketed, directly shattering the crimson energy like a horse training.

Before he could withdraw his mace, Zhang Chu had already jumped up and shot at him in front of him like a string.

"Bell. ”

The fat pig northern barbarian rider raised his mace horizontally when he couldn't make a move, and held up the shocking cloud that slashed at his neck.

A razor-sharp aura, but after the clouds were caught, it erupted again.

The first type of frost knife, the long river of frost and cold!

This burst of energy was so sudden.

But the fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry still calmly tilted his body, avoiding this sharp energy.

Zhang Chu said in his heart that it was a pity, but his subordinates did not dare to hesitate at all, and their legs were kicked and stomped on the heart of the fat pig Beiban horseman.

"Bang. ”

The surging dark energy erupted under his feet, and Zhang Chu jumped back with the help of the power of the shock.

The fat Northern Barbarian horseman shook his mountain-like body violently, and even the majestic war horse he sat down with him took two steps back.

This is why Zhang Chu abandoned the horse.

He is not a horseman, he can't fight horses, and war horses can only be a burden to him.

In fact, it's not just him, once the martial arts step into the level of the eighth grade, no matter how good the war horse is, it is a burden, and the aftermath of the battle alone can shock the war horse to death...... Of course, perhaps this fat pig seven-rank Northern Barbarian rider will be an exception.

Zhang Chu landed on the ground, stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, and his body jumped up like a leopard.

This fat pig Beiban rider will be the seventh grade.

He can't compete with it.

The mace in the hand of the fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry is a long weapon.

There is a way that is an inch long and an inch strong.

One inch short, one inch dangerous.

Zhang Chu could only fight him in close combat.

At this moment, the fat pig Beimanqi was still mobilizing his own blood and qi to suppress the dark energy that Zhang Chu had just kicked out, but that dark energy was easy to suppress, and an inexplicable fiery aura burned his chest like fire.

Seeing Zhang Chu rushing up again, he could only give up and continue to suppress the blazing breath, and hurriedly picked up his mace and smashed it at Zhang Chu.

The mace fell on his head with a whistling gas explosion, and Zhang Chu, who had been prepared, stomped his foot, and his body shifted a distance to the right, flexibly avoiding the mace, and at the same time, the clouds in his hand swept over the left front leg of the majestic war horse as if nothing were there.

"The fizzy law. ”

The left front leg of the majestic war horse was broken at the root, and it fell forward with a long neigh.

The fat pig on horseback smashed a mace on the ground, smashing a pit the size of a basin on the rammed horse road, but the fat body as Roshan also fell with the war horse and fell forward.

Zhang Chu saw the opportunity, threw himself sideways on his back, strangled his neck with his left hand, grabbed the shocking cloud with his right hand and stabbed him into his chest hard, until the hilt of the knife ...... The fat pig Beiban rode forward, with his head in front and his body behind, plus the fat pig itself had no neck, Zhang Chu was not sure to cut off his head with a knife, so he could only choose to stab.

"Ulla!"

The fat pig Beiban rider was in pain, and wailed and hit Zhang Chu's lower ribs with an elbow.

"Poof. ”

This elbow hit Zhang Chu as if he had been hit by a truck, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before he could even pull it out, he flew out upside down.

"Bang. ”

Zhang Chu crashed into the chest of a Northern Barbarian cavalryman's horse, and before he could stabilize his body, he was stabbed again on the top of his head.

But the scimitar was all curled, and it couldn't break his scalp.

"Ulla!"

The fat pig Beiban rode Zhang Chu into the chest, not only did he not die, but he provoked him to be ferocious, turned around and waved a mace and pounced on Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu was horrified and wanted to hide, but there were all Northern Barbarian cavalry around, and there was not enough space for him to move around.

He gritted his teeth, turned his heart sideways, put his hands around the neck of the horse above his head, and firmly planted the horse's steps under his feet, and suddenly exerted force.

"Ahh

He roared, and an over-the-shoulder fall, he picked up a high-headed war horse weighing two or three thousand catties, and together with the Northern Barbarian cavalry on horseback, he smashed it fiercely into the fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry who pounced.

"Bang. ”

The war horse and the knight on horseback were torn in half by a mace from the fat pig Northern Barbarian horseman.

The huge body like a mountain of meat rushed over, instantly sealing all of Zhang Chu's way of life.

There is no escape!

As soon as Zhang Chu was ruthless, he had to fight hard with this fat pig.

Come on, see who is dying today!

"Ulla!"

The fat pig northern barbarian rider howled, raised his mace high, and was about to smash it down.

Zhang Chu stared at the mace.

If he can avoid this stick, he still has a way to live.

You can't avoid it, everything is over.

At the last moment, the head of the fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry suddenly flew out.

The mace, which was raised high, suddenly stopped.

Zhang Chu lowered his head suddenly, and saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, appearing behind the headless chest of the fat pig Beiban rider.

"Decapitation knife", Jing Wuyang!

Zhang Chu was secretly shocked.

He kept an eye on the movement around him, but he didn't notice when this guy was approaching the warband.

Awesome assassin!

He was surprised in his heart, but it wasn't Jing Wuyang who was also shocked in his heart.

With his eyesight, of course, he could see that this fat pig Beiban Rider would be the seventh rank, and it was not the weakest seventh rank.

Even when he was in his prime, it would be quite a waste to clean up this fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalryman.

Now he has lost a leg, and his strength has been greatly damaged, if he collides head-on with this fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry, life and death will be opened.

He three.

Fat Pig Northern Barbarian Rider Seven!

And Zhang Chu is still an eighth grade, but he can almost kill this fat pig Beiban at such a small price.

He is the seventh product, and he knows the seven products best.

Zhang Chu's knife had already severely damaged the internal organs of this fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalryman, but he just forcibly suppressed the injury, and continued to chase and kill Zhang Chu with a bloody heart.

When the injury can't be suppressed, that's when he dies!

Does this mean that Zhang Chu now has the strength to kill him alone?

The battlefield was full of murderous sounds, Zhang Chu didn't talk to Jing Wuyang, but after looking at him for a look, he stepped forward expressionlessly and pulled out the shocking clouds from the body of the fat pig Beiban cavalry general who was still standing, and continued to slash and kill.

The death of the fat pig Northern Barbarian cavalry has added a weight to the victory balance of the Quadruple Gang.

After the nine hundred Xuanwutang armorers who had completed their armor joined the battle, the victory quickly shifted towards the side of the Quadruple Gang.

The number of the Quadruple Gang was already more than this group of Northern Barbarian cavalry.

The only advantage of the Northern Barbarian cavalry was their war horses.

However, under the strong killing of a weak seventh-rank, two eighth-rank, and three ninth-grade martial artists on the side of the Quadruple Gang, even if they had the advantage of war horses, they could not kill the men and horses of the Quadruple Gang.

The cavalry is strong in mobility and impact, and when these two advantages are gone, the war horse becomes a burden to the cavalry.

Two quarters of an hour later, this black tide-like Northern Barbarian cavalry was completely overwhelmed by the men and horses of the Quadruple Gang.

Zhang Chu, who was covered in blood, looked around with a frightened cloud.

Miserable!

It's miserable!

Human corpses, horse corpses, severed limbs and wreckage everywhere!

The red blood gathered into a stream, staining the rammed earth of the horse road......

Zhang Chu only glanced at it cursoryly, and found that less than two-thirds of the three thousand brothers in the Four-Union Gang could still stand.

Even with so many of them fighting the main force, the casualties of the Quadruple Gang were still almost equal to that of this Northern Barbarian cavalry.

Is this class suppression?

Zhang Chu silently turned his head to look at Jintian Mansion and found that there was no shadow of the Northern Barbarian cavalry outside the southern city gate.

However, hundreds of people fled from the wide open south gate in a hurry.

You don't have to think about it to know that the Northern Barbarian cavalry has already entered the city and is killing in Jintian Mansion.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

Just as Zhang Chu was thinking about what to do next, he suddenly heard Fu Bo's panicked shout.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and he pulled his legs and ran in the direction from which the voice came: "Fubo, Fubo......"

Fu Bo stumbled in front of him from the crowd, grabbed his hand and said urgently: "Young Master, Zhiqiu Xiaoniang, Zhiqiu Xiaoniang......"

Zhang Chu grabbed him with his backhand in a hurry, and asked urgently, "What's wrong with Zhiqiu?"

"Zhiqiu Xiaoniang was hit by an arrow!"

Zhang Chu's eyes were dark, and if it weren't for Fu Bo supporting him, he would almost be paralyzed to the ground.

In the next second, he ran like crazy towards his family members behind him.

......

Zhang Chu saw the maids in the house from a distance, pulling a piece of flower cloth to surround the carriage in which his mother and Zhiqiu were riding.

He rushed in, and saw Zhiqiu clenching her silver teeth, leaning on the wheels with a pale face, half of her clothes stained red with blood, and a feather arrow planted in her lower abdomen on her left side.

Doctor Xu was stopping the bleeding with her, and Xia Tao was giving him a hand on the side.

Zhang Chu glanced at the feather arrow, and his hanging heart was slightly relieved...... The feather arrow is not deep in the flesh, only less than a finger deep, and the life should be worry-free.

It seems that the feather arrow should have pierced the carriage and landed on her, otherwise, with the strength of the feather arrow, it would have pierced her weak body.

Zhiqiu has been in the arrow for so long, and he hasn't cried, but when he saw Zhang Chu, tears poured out all of a sudden.

She trembled and stretched out a hand to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu hurriedly inserted the startling cloud in his hand to the ground, stepped forward with an arrow, held her hand, gently hugged half of her body, and Wen Yan comforted: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, I saw it, the arrow didn't hurt the vital point, and it would be fine to recuperate for some days." ”

Zhiqiu kept shaking his head, and tears fell down like a beaded curtain with broken threads: "Child, the child is gone......"

Zhang Chu's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look at Dr. Xu.

Doctor Xu lowered his head, didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and said in a low voice: "The arrow hurt Zhiqiu Xiaoniang's palace, child, I can't save it." ”

Zhang Chu's heart ached, but he still smiled and comforted Zhiqiu: "It's okay, we are still young, and we will have children in the future......"

"Child, what's wrong with the child......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a frightened voice.

As soon as Zhang Chu turned his head, he found that the old mother, who was described as withered, actually struggled to climb out of the carriage, her face was frightened, and her eyes looked around without focus.

She saw Zhiqiu, half of her body stained red with blood.

Saw the arrow in her lower abdomen.

Zhang Chu and Zhiqiu's eyes were filled with horror.

The air froze all at once.

No one dared to say anything.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the wheel.

"Mother!"

Zhang Chu exclaimed in surprise and pounced on her to help her up.

The old man's body was soft, like a ball of cotton.

Zhang Chu trembled and stretched out two fingers, close to her old man's nose.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three-interest ......

He didn't feel her breathing.

Doctor Xu also sighed and gently lowered the old lady's wrist.

"Master Chu, old lady, went to ......"

Zhang Chu was stunned for a long time.

Go?

Why did you go?

Was she still talking?

His eyes slowly turned red, and tears flowed out of his eyes completely uncontrollably......

Without saying a word, he turned around, grabbed the shocking clouds, and strode out.

Zhiqiu shouted in horror: "Master, don't be impulsive, you come back......"

Zhang Chu walked out of the confined space surrounded by the flower cloth and strode in the direction of Jintianfu.

The Quadruple Gangs along the way all saw his tearful face, and they also sensed that he exuded a tyrannical aura!

The gangsters, who were sitting on the ground covering their wounds and gasping with their backs against the carriage, grabbed the knife next to them and struggled to their feet.

The gang who was holding the severed hand and wailing loudly grabbed the severed hand with one grit of teeth and cut off a piece of clothing to wrap the severed hand, and grabbed the knife with the other hand.

The sighing crowd gradually quieted down with his footsteps.

Zhang Chu walked through the crowd and walked to the front of the line, raised his knife, and pointed at AllHeaven.

"Kill back to AllHeaven, take revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The sound of killing shook the sky.