Nearly 100 cavalry charged how majestic and domineering, and there was only one ancient farmer with white hair on the opposite side, so the one-sided picture of the situation seemed even more suspenseless. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The streets in Pojing Village are narrow and straight, and they can accommodate five horsemen to pass side by side, and since the cavalry of the Bloodwing Battalion is to increase the speed of horses to the extreme, this space is not spacious enough, and only four horsemen can go hand in hand, so they can only form a cone formation and swarm towards the white-haired old man.

But when the four riders in front of them were less than five feet away from the white-haired old man, it was like hitting a solid mound, and the people and horses instantly froze, their muscles and bones were broken, and blood sprayed wildly.

The soldiers screamed, the horses roared, and the terrible sound was incessant.

Four heads rose to the sky, and a kitchen knife led them to the Yellow Spring.

When the two armies clash, the most important thing is momentum.

Throughout the ages, there have been many battles in which less has been won, and the key point is the word 'potential'.

Echan has led soldiers for most of his life, and naturally knows this essential, so he does not hesitate to spend internal force to form an invisible wall, this kind of invisible trick of killing people, can shock the heart of the army the most.

Except for a very small number of elite soldiers, there is no one who is not afraid of death, this year is not as good as in previous years, enlisting in the army just to make a living, to eat, really sell his own life?

Facing the cavalry behind, the old man took back his qi, knowing the fierce force of these dozens of cavalry charging, he didn't dare to hold it up, and spread the internal force all over his body, breathing a long sigh of relief, like a rolling white dragon, the kitchen knife in his right hand brought out a pale yellow wind, rolled up several piles of snow, and slashed fiercely towards the few horses who had just rushed in front of him!

Before the Beilin knife in the hands of the three subsequent cavalrymen was cut down, it was slashed by the old man, and the upper half of the corpse with a surprised expression flew into the arms of the robe behind him, and he didn't blink an eye when he died.

Echan held the kitchen knife in his mouth, rolled the internal force to the left and right hands, grabbed the reins of the war horse that had just lost its owner, turned his body sharply on the spot, strengthened his arms, and threw the two war horses of several hundred catties into the rushing cavalry!

Throw a double horse!

The momentum of tens of thousands of catties instantly smashed the cavalry soldiers in front of them off their horses, and they were trampled one after another by the cavalry who couldn't restrain their horses behind.

Unable to spare himself, he grabbed the remaining horse by the legs, raised it above his head, and slammed it into the cavalry.

The poor horse had not attempted to ride the clouds, and had neighed in the air in terror, but it did not take long for him to be thrown into the crowd and his bones were broken.

After all, the people who don't want to die are a minority, and the cavalry who rushed to the front saw that the white-haired old man was so powerful that they didn't dare to plunder his edge anymore, and they retreated back one after another.

The cavalry behind could not see the situation in front clearly, and felt that the robe in front of him was retreating backwards, and hurriedly pulled the reins, and some of them were not good at riding, so they even crashed into the people in front with their horses, and it was hard to say whether they were dead or not, at least a dozen bones had to be broken.

"Withdraw, withdraw! This old man is so powerful, if he wants to rush at you, I don't dare to go up. ”

"**** obedient, no one is overbearing in our school captain, this is still a fart, I don't do anything to sell my life to others!"

"Fuck, don't run around with a fucking knife, no, this is all poking my arm, fuck, who is poking Lao Tzu's ass again!"

All kinds of cursing and wailing were mixed together, and the war horses were also neighing in place.

The cavalry was in disarray.

Erdan held a wooden stick used to 'kill the enemy' with both hands, hiding behind an old locust tree and kept looking, originally thinking that it was the power of the master's stick, but he thought that he had been told not to use his internal force, so he simply swept the formation next to him.

Seeing that the master was so powerful, his eyes were about to fall to the ground, obediently, this is the old man who grabs food with me on weekdays? It's too violent, one person cuts dozens of people, and forces people not to come forward, don't dare to shout with his old man in the future, otherwise that knife down, ten young masters are not enough to stuff people's teeth!

This knife technique is the "Mountain Opening Knife Technique" that I didn't want to learn before? Why doesn't it look like it? I knew that it was such a bull fork, and I had to learn it by kowtowing to his old man dozens of times, fierce, really fierce!

Echan in front of the battle sneered disdainfully, remembering that the people in the Bloodwing Camp were righteous heroes, they were all fierce guys who didn't want to die, even if their hands were cut off, they had to bite off a few catties of meat from the other party with their teeth.

I thought there would be a fierce battle, but I didn't expect a few knives to go down, throw away the horses, and force this cavalry back, and the body and bones are not warm.

The Bloodfin Battalion had indeed made a lot of achievements in the past, and it was a rare iron-blooded division in the Beilin Dynasty, and with the successive retirement of the older generation, this Bloodfin Battalion has changed a little. Due to their fame, many tycoons and officials of the DPRK and China sent their sons and daughters of their concubines here to be gilded, so that they could be given a glamorous seniority, and they would be prosperous in the future.

These guys have a solid family and are used to being lavish, and they are nicknamed "Rich Battalion", not only are they not angry at this title, but they are complacent, and they are proud to be in the army in this rich camp.

These gentlemen eat, drink, prostitute, gamble, and smoke all five drugs, but they refuse to work hard in martial arts, and they are not as familiar as fighting in bed on the battlefield.

The old man knew that these soldiers had done a lot of evil in the past, and he himself was not that soft-hearted, so he took a big stride, picked up a common standard long knife in the Beilin army, and walked towards the cavalry like a god.

The soldiers in front saw it clearly, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly fled to the back, but the men and horses behind were piled together, and there was no path for them to pass. As the saying goes, the dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry, and this person must be more capable than a dog when he is in a hurry.

But they didn't have to wait long for them to be happy, and they were pierced into the back of the heart by the swords that flew from the rushing air, and they were pierced through, and the blood soaked through the thatch on the roof.

The old man knows how to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, if he puts these people back and spreads the news, then it will be difficult for him to move an inch in the Beilin Dynasty with two small ones, so he has decided when he starts to do it, this team of people, not a single one can be left!

Seeing that no one dared to climb up the house, he walked towards a large number of men and horses with a hideous face, and faced the trembling and frightened soldiers, without the slightest mercy, he raised his sword and cut off the heads of several soldiers in an instant.

Just as the old man was slashing happily, a silver spear was like a cold poisonous snake, sneaking towards his abdomen!

The old man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, but he fought more times on the battlefield than ordinary people to eat and drink, but he was not chaotic in danger, and his internal force sprayed out, protecting the vital parts, and at the same time closing his abdomen and turning sideways, the Beilin knife in his hand slashed into the body of the gun, and slashed into the hands of the comers.

The silver spear did not take advantage of the situation, and after missing the blow, it withdrew and retreated.

The old man squinted his eyes and saw that it was the leading lieutenant Zhiguo who had just sneaked up on him.

Ezen sneered: "The old man is clumsy, the blood wing camp is full of pus, but I didn't expect you, the lieutenant with a small official position, to be a big master in the Divine Mansion." According to your skills, it is more than enough to be a guerrilla general, how can you be a sesame mung bean officer here, or a deputy, it's strange. ”

The master who enters the Shenfu is enough to start a sect in the rivers and lakes, and become a big man who looks up to the hairy boy who has just entered the rivers and lakes.

The old man didn't expect to meet one in this blood-winged camp.

Zhiguo's goatee was vaguely stained with snow, he stood with a gun, and said with a gloomy face: "Isn't your old man also a master who entered the Divine Mansion early." If I had known this, I wouldn't have dared to pull out my beard and provoke you. ”

The lieutenant's parents were slaves, from a poor background, he was bullied when he was a child, and he tasted all the hardships of the world, and when he was a teenager, he was taught martial arts by a master for three years, and then joined the army, so he relied on superb martial arts cultivation to get ahead in the army.

However, he has no backing background, and second, he is not good at slapping horses, and he has been in the army for more than ten years before he has been in the army for more than ten years to get a six-grade lieutenant officer. A few days ago, he provoked a powerful person with hands and eyes, and his military position was demoted again and again, and he went to the Bloody Wing Battalion to be the second lieutenant of the Eight Grades to the Fruit, if it weren't for his hard work, it would be possible to be demoted to a pawn.

After being crushed by the big man, Fang knew that he was thin, and this lieutenant Zhiguo practiced martial arts more diligently, and finally a few days ago, he had just advanced to the Seven Realms Cross-Sea Realm.

Before I could show off, I came across such a hard idea.

Ezen shook off the goose feathers that fell on his body, patted the surface of the kitchen knife on the palm of his left hand constantly, and said with a heroic smile: "Come on, come on, the old man hasn't met a master like you for a long time, let's fight for three hundred rounds." ”