Thirteen people took out their weapons at the same time and pointed at the Zhao army, Bai Rongzhi and Yi Xuan's coalition army.

Look at the heroism and strength together, and look at the blue sky, vast and mighty.

Like the lord of the world.

"Qin Renxiu wants to be rampant!"

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and the Yixuan dignified steppe tiger.

How can you tolerate the arrogance of nameless erectors.

Raise the scimitar in his hand sharply.

I wanted to order 20,000 cavalry to kill at the same time.

But on second thought.

There are only thirteen people on the third son's side of Yingtian.

Deal with it with 20,000 hundred iron horses.

It's really overkill, and the slaughtering knife is used to kill chickens.

And because of the impact of 20,000 people at the east gate of Xianyang.

It's so small.

I can't do it.

Therefore, he raised his sword to a group of more than 300 Bairong cavalry beside him and ordered:

"Kill the three sons of Xianyang City Lord Qin Hou to win the sky!

All the property in Xianyang City belongs to his people!

Kill me!

Extinguish the majesty of these thirteen madmen!

Let the defenders and ordinary people in Xianyang City take a look.

This is what will happen to me Bairong! ”

The 300 cavalry couldn't stand it for a long time, and the thirteen people pretended to be ghosts and pretended to be in front of 50,000 people.

Why are they?

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and General Yi Xuan just gave the order.

The three hundred hundred cavalry, who were so angry that they couldn't contain their anger, were like a wind sweeping away leaves.

Go directly to the impact of the three princes and the twelve generals.

The speed was so fast, in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to more than thirty meters away from the third prince to win the sky.

Wait for the third prince to win the sky and the twelve generals to blink again.

The figures of the three hundred hundred cavalry had disappeared, and only the rolling yellow dust storm diffused.

It seemed to be a sandstorm, sweeping all over the world.

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the king of Xinling, Wei Wuji, and the king of the plains, Zhao Sheng, despised the Bairong barbarians in their hearts.

But as soon as I saw the angry Baijon cavalry, it was so strong.

The combat effectiveness is so strong, I am afraid that the Zhao army and the Hufu cavalry archers are not opponents.

They were dumbfounded and didn't dare to underestimate it.

Meng Tian, Bai Qi, Nei Shi Teng, Sima Cuo, Bai Qi and other twelve generals were excited.

But look at the speed of the other party and the strength of the impact.

They all frowned and clenched their weapons.

With the heart of death, wait for the battle.

The third son, who only blinked his eyes, won the sky.

The three hundred cavalry had already rushed to a distance of five meters in front of him.

Twelve generals such as Meng Tian, Bai Qi, Sima Cuo, Wang Ben, Nei Shiteng, Li Xin, and Wang Yi shouted one after another:

"Three sons!

Please come behind me. ”

The third son won the sky indifferently and did not move like a mountain.

Put away the previous madness, the face is like a thousand-year-old pine.

The wind is light and calm.

"Third son, you won't hide behind us again.

I don't ...... coming."

Meng Tian, Wang Ben, Sima Cuo, Nei Shiteng, Bai Qi, Li Xin, Wang Yi and other twelve generals shouted as best they could.

But the speed of Bairong's cavalry was too fast.

has already rushed to the distance of less than two meters in front of the third prince Yingtian.

Now it's too late to let the third prince win the sky and dodge.

The twelve generals have not finished speaking.

The tense nerves of that hanging heart almost exploded and broke at this moment.

Because they saw the craziest scene in the world.

"What?"

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan looked at the stupidity directly.

"Impossible!

Does he not want to live?

There should be a degree of arrogance! ”

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, was shocked, trembling unconsciously, and almost fell off his horse.

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng originally wanted to follow the words of Lian Po, the commander of the Zhao army, to taunt the third prince to win the sky.

I wanted to say that the third son won the sky and was originally looking for death, and he was a madman who was arrogant.

But seeing that scene, people directly looked numb, stunned, and confused.

"Is this man so arrogant that he will risk his life to be arrogant?"

Twelve generals, including Meng Tian, Bai Qi, Sima Cuo, Nei Shiteng, Wang Ben, Li Xin, and Wang Di, simply laid down their weapons.

Reach out to stop it, want to save everything, want to save the life of the third prince Yingtian.

"Three sons!

No! ”

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

Whether it is rushing to the third prince to win the sky.

Slash at the Bairong cavalry of the third prince with the scimitar in his hand.

Or reach out behind your back to save the third son to win the sky.

The twelve generals of Meng Tian, Bai Qi, Nei Shiteng, Sima Cuo, Li Xin, and Wang Yi with expressions and movements as if the sky had fallen.

Still with his mouth wide open, he was already dumbfounded, and he was stunned, and his mind was blank Zhao army commander Lian Po, Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan, Xinling Jun Wei Wuji, and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng.

It is still the 50,000 Zhao State and Bairong coalition troops who have not yet launched a formation on the left and right.

In this moment, time stands still.

The third son, who is in the focus of everyone, wins the sky.

A second ago.

He drew his sword and put it back in its sheath.

Half a second ago.

He actually closed his eyes and rushed to kill the three Bairong cavalry at the front of him.

Smile slightly and slowly spread your hands.

Ahead of the Twelve Generals.

With the light and dust, the ink is the same color, enjoy the silence and pleasure brought by this minute and second.

Close your eyes, and heaven, earth, and man are one.

With a look of enjoyment, he said:

"If you want to take over the world, enter my arms."

The master of the master class of the Mo family's great sage organ, who had been hiding his head and showing his tail, suddenly appeared in the city.

Looking down on everything:

"The world is white, only I am black, not attacking the ink door, and loving life.

and the world, love all living beings, go to the soup fire, and take the sharp blade.

Baijon is not my race.

If you don't love it, you can kill it! ”

Everything that is stagnant around the third prince wins.

With the moment the third prince won the sky's eyes.

Everything is back to normal.

I only heard the rapid continuous clicking sound from the feet of the three hundred cavalry who rushed to the front of the third prince Yingtian.

"Ahh

The ground at the feet of the three hundred cavalry was actually hollow.

That layer of "ground" is not the ground.

Rather, it is a wooden plank covered with dust.

With a non-stop clicking sound.

The huge plank quickly retracted at the feet of the third son.

Underneath the floor is a staircase after staircase.

Together with the three cavalrymen who were about to touch the scimitar to the throat of the third prince Yingtian.

A whole group of three hundred cavalry had no support under their feet and took off one after another.

Fall straight into the pit like a staircase, layer after layer.

This was followed by a non-stop whooshing sound.

And, of course, the screams of the three hundred hundred cavalry.

The screams of three hundred horses.

Click!

The retracted floor under the feet of the third son Yingtian popped up again.

Tiled to the ground.

Except after a puff of dust and smoke.

It's a continuous scream under the floor.

As the screams stopped.

That's when everything went back to normal.

It was as if the three hundred cavalry had vanished into thin air.

In exchange for the shock and horror of more than 50,000 Zhao State and Bairong coalition troops on the opposite side.

"More than 300 living Bairong cavalry are gone?"

All cavalry, including the commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan.

They thought they had seen a ghost.

Or maybe hallucinations.

"Hallucination!

It must be a hallucination! ”

All the Bairong cavalry, commanders, and Yi Xuan rubbed their eyes vigorously.

Took a look.

The three hundred are about to kill the rampant third prince to win the sky.

Purple Pen Literature