He used the last bit of vitality in Zhou Tian, and stirred up a flame on the bright silver spear. Ma Qing's life is golden, and the art of controlling fire has never been his strong point, and this time the fire is not so fierce. However, he had to use the dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he dragged the bright silver spear around the entire white horse position. Although the Qingjiang River is wet, after all, it is the turn of dry autumn and winter, and the grassland is still ignited a lot. It's just that there is a world of difference from the formation of the fire in his imagination, originally he planned that if a fire suddenly broke out, the most instinctive reaction of the White Horse Demon would definitely be the commander of the guard, only the formation became more relevant, and the density was different, so whether it was breaking through or cutting off the head, Ma Qing and the three of them would have a chance.

But this fire, are you sure it's not for a picnic?

Ma Taxue and Zeng Dawei also did not know what to do with Ma Qing, but they could only let him go, and after the two of them reluctantly repelled another round of attacks from the White Horse Clan, Ma Qing also returned to the formation. While breathing, Ma Qing said his intentions, but unexpectedly, Ma Taxue agreed with this strategy very much, and shouted: It's a pity that there is no wind, and the sky won't help me.

Ma Qing was almost exhausted, and he was no longer able to fight, and what he wanted in his heart was nothing more than to do everything he could and obey the destiny of heaven. Ma Taxue's complaint was also in his arms, since the fire was not strong and could not reach the expected level, there was only one way left to forcibly break through.

He sighed and sighed: How does the wind rise?

As soon as he thought about it, the ends of his hair and the sleeves of his shirt shook unnaturally. Zeng Dare and Ma Taxue turned around, they also seemed to feel abnormal, and they were also stunned when they saw Ma Qing. Ma Taxue is experienced, more careful and sensitive, and describes: There are strange fluctuations of vitality in the back!

What's going on?

Ma Qing was closed all day long, and he couldn't lift up half of his strength, but he was stunned, as long as his thoughts moved slightly, the strange fluctuations happened again. After repeatedly testing a few times, Ma Qing reluctantly straightened his waist and said, "Sixth uncle, dare to act, let's see my Ma Qing's luck today!"

The sound was like thunder rising from the ground, and the wind swept wildfires all over the mountains.

With the three of them as the eyes of the storm, a tornado blew when they landed, and a huge cyclone continued to spread with flames. And this fire has become very evil, and it is lit up with everything. The most important thing in the cultivation of demon beasts is to quench the body, no matter what else, a body of iron and steel is absolutely real, and ordinary water and fire are not avoided at all, but this flame is actually like a bullshit plaster, and it sticks to it when you touch it.

Smoke billowed from the grassland, and the white horses fled in all directions, only a group of white horse demons in the north still maintained a strict formation. Zeng dared not wait for Ma Qing's words, jumped high, and threw two short halberds in the air, straight to the center of the phalanx. Regardless of strength, angle, or crosshair, Zeng dared to feel that he had played his highest level.

The tornado lasted for a short while, and as soon as the wind stopped, the wildfires that had been spreading outward also stopped. The smoke and dust also rose vertically, covering the white horse and his party, and no one could see anyone clearly for a while. The three of them were clenched together under the horse, and they could only wait and see what happened.

There was silence for a short time, and the three of them heard the rumbling of horses' hooves. The three of them secretly said that it was not good.

Sure enough, a large number of White Horse Demon Clans rushed out of the smoke and went straight to themselves. They must have been annoyed and angry, and perhaps at first they wanted to play with it, or even scratch a "tongue", but now that they have gotten rid of it, they are anxious to kill themselves. Ma Qing lost his strength and held the bright silver gun so that he did not fall. Ma Taxue moved two steps sideways, protected Ma Qing behind him, and said: Qing'er, the sixth uncle is sorry for you, and I'm sorry for the head of the family, but he couldn't send you home safely. He couldn't say a word, just straightened his body again.

The White Horse Demon seemed to be completely angry this time, and he didn't even assemble the formation, and hundreds of horses rushed over together. Zeng Dawei's eyes didn't leave the White Horse Demon for a moment, he suddenly saw something abnormal, and shouted: No, it's reinforcements!

In the thick smoke, another group of Biao troops rushed out, led by a silver lightning bolt. The whole body has silver hair, no saddle and no sheath, and it runs like lightning, who is it if it is not silver! In three or two steps, it surpassed those chaotic white horse demon clans, and ran in front of Ma Qing before them.

Ma Taxue helped Ma Qing, and once dared to carry Xiao Jiu on his back, and the four of them were all on the back of Yinyuan. Yinyuan is tall, but it seems to be stretched thin to carry four people, so Ma Qing can only be carried in the air by Ma Taxue like a cargo. Without delay, Yinyuan went around Qingjiang City from the west. Escaping death in an instant, Ma Taxue grabbed Yinyuan's mane and said sincerely: Yinyuan Yinyuan, you are smarter than me.

Behind the silver curtain, there are two hundred Qingjiang elite horses.

Just now, the vast earth flames, like the tentacles of the torch fish, led Qingjiang's cavalry over. The Qingjiang cavalry that suddenly appeared from behind took up the word "strange" in the art of war, killing several times the number of white horse demons and fleeing in embarrassment. But if you go any deeper, you will be wrapped in the big pocket of the White Horse Demon. They all knew the purpose of the trip, saved Ma Qing and his party, and immediately went north.

I thought that I dared to think that the two halberds did not cut off the heads of this group of white horses. They quickly adjusted from the chaos and bit Qingjiang's cavalry again. But the silver crane that rushed to the forefront was so agile that it was out of the realm of horses, and even though he was carrying four people, he still left the white horse demon and Qingjiang's cavalry far behind.

Ma Qing was so blown by the wind that he could barely open his eyes, and he really wanted to scream: Lao Tzu's life is really hard.

But the knights behind were not so lucky, when racing with all their might, ordinary horses were not as good as the white horse demon clan, not to mention carrying a knight. Ma Taxue, Ma Qing, and Fire Man are all leaders in the Qingjiang battle situation, and it is inevitable that ordinary white horse demons will suffer losses when they fight against them, but they can have an advantage against ordinary knights, and they are also chasing and covering up, and it is like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves. More than 200 Qingjiang cavalry could not run for 20 miles, and nearly 100 were killed and wounded. The two hundred men traveled lightly and went straight to the White Horse camp, all with the determination to die, and were slaughtered at this time, just hoping to send out all the arrows in the quiver before they died.

After every Qingjiang soldier put on his uniform, he must have thought about death. When, where, and how to die. He thought he would be terrified, but he didn't, and even had a sense of promise to keep to death and a heroic sense of accomplishment.

If I really have a wish, I am afraid that I want to take a look at the walls of Qingjiang before I die, the place for which I paid with my life.

You can see it when you climb over the low hill in front of you.

But there were only about sixty cavalrymen left.

Above the city, the indigo blue sky quickly gathered the most brilliant fiery clouds. The rapid changes made these people who had experienced life and death stunned to think that it was a pre-death hallucination. Immediately, a sharp cry came from within Qingjiang City, like two sharpest swords slashing at each other. Although the voice was invisible, the knights saw in their eyes a solid wave of qi rushing towards them. Immediately after that, his eardrums were like a drum on the festival ceremony, and they were knocked non-stop. The horses were even more frightened and stumbled. Before the knights could wake up from their stunned stup, they were thrown to the ground. For a time, all the knights of Qingjiang were spared, and they all wailed on the ground.

And the pursuing White Horse Demon trembled to the point of almost shock, and they all crawled on the ground and did not dare to move.

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers and horses of the two sides went from chasing with all their strength to being completely still, just because of a cry in Qingjiang City!