The appearance of the white-clothed swordsman not only caused chaos in the Northern Turkist army, but also caused them deep fear:

Is the other party still human, and he actually killed the famous warriors of the Northern Turf Platoon with one blow. This kind of strength, I'm afraid compared with the first warrior of Northern Turkistan, is not far behind.

The swordsman who was in the depths of the enemy army didn't know what character he had killed, he only felt that the momentum of the enemy forces around him was suddenly much weaker, and he naturally would not give up this opportunity, and Sword Six, Sword Seven, Sword Eight and so on were used one after another.

With each move, his momentum will increase by one point, and the enemy's momentum will be reduced by one point, until when he uses the twelve, he is already behind the enemy, and at this moment he is in front of a group of heavy armor soldiers wearing iron armor and holding heavy swords.

The white-clothed swordsman, whose murderous aura had reached its peak, suddenly put his sword into the sheath after seeing this group of heavily armored soldiers, and his fierce momentum also came to an abrupt end with this move.

The man in white was as calm as he had been at the beginning.

The heavy armored swordsmen on the opposite side naturally wouldn't give him a chance, and they all raised their heavy swords and ran towards him, due to the incredible weight of the armor, their footsteps rumbled on the ground, and the speed was not very fast, but every step gave people a heavy pressure.

This group of armor soldiers is the personal guard team of the commander in the rear tent, and it is also the most elite team in Northern Turkistan, all of them are selected by thousands of people, and the strength of the dozen or so people in front of them is each more than the armor soldier who was pierced by a sword just now.

The white-clothed swordsman quietly looked at the dozen or so ironclad swordsmen who were rushing towards him, and when the other party approached ten steps, he said indifferently: "I can break it with one sword, and I can break it with one sword, and I can do the same with ten armor and one hundred armor." ”

After he finished speaking, more than ten ironclad swordsmen were close to five steps, at this time, the white-clothed swordsman pressed the sword with his left hand again, and his right hand reached out to the hilt, the moment he touched the hilt, his eyes returned to sharpness again, and the momentum was even stronger than before, and a sense of foreboding rose in the heart of the armor warrior who had rushed to the front, but they were already too close.

The swordsman in white clothes, at this time, the clothes on his body automatically rose up without wind, and even the air around him was a little colder, everyone knew that this move was extraordinary, the armor was already close at hand, and a sharp blade was raised in the air and slashed towards the white-clothed swordsman.

"Sword Thirteen, Grass Mustard!" Immediately, with the white-clothed swordsman as the center, a storm exploded behind the enemy's formation, and the Northern Turksan army in the storm didn't even have time to snort, and even the armor was shattered.

When the smoke and dust cleared, with the white-clothed swordsman as the center, a radius of ten steps, except for him, there was no living thing, and the ground that was stirred up by the sword qi was full of ravines, sprinkled with flesh and blood.

The white-clothed swordsman was probably a little tired, and sat cross-legged on the ground, the sword at his waist was returned to its sheath, and it seemed that he had never pulled it out from beginning to end.

The enemy ten paces away, although not affected, was frightened, and no one dared to step forward to test the truth.

After resting for a while, the swordsman stood up and turned his head to look at the enemy camp. At this moment, in the camp, there are several people surrounding one person to persuade:

"Boss, you hurry up, the other party has already killed all your personal guards."

"Yes, Boss, while he is resting, you quickly pass the news to the Great Khan."

The coach of Beitu, who was surrounded in the middle, shook his head, "I can't run away, I know what level my personal guard is, if the other party wants to take my life, no one can stop it." ”

"You know each other a lot!"

Suddenly, a word came from inside the camp that made their scalps tingle, and everyone looked at the door, and at some point, the swordsman who destroyed the guards with one move had entered the camp.

"Who are you? As far as I know, there is no such person as you in the Central Plains. "The manager who knows that he is dying is unusually calm.

"Under Zhao Zhiyi."

Zhao Zhiyi...... Haven't you been missing for twenty years? Coach Wu Lihan, who is quite familiar with the customs of the Central Plains, couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhao Zhiyi, became famous 20 years ago, when the young Wu Lihan was responsible for collecting intelligence in the Central Plains, at that time the situation in the Central Plains was undecided, and heroes from all walks of life emerged in endlessly, and the highest martial arts in the rivers and lakes were recognized as the four in the southeast and northwest, among which Zhao Zhiyi had the title of "Northern Sword God".

According to rumors, Zhao Zhiyi is holding a sword called "Frost and Cold", a very old-fashioned story of chivalry and righteousness, in addition to the strong and helping the weak, but the characteristics of this person are very easy to identify: white clothes with white horses, and a silver-white sword in his hand.

The costume even sparked a parody craze at the time.

Later, as Zhao Zhiyi suddenly disappeared, the person who imitated it gradually disappeared, and today, more than 20 years later, a person who was dressed up like the rumored one suddenly appeared, and his martial arts were so strong that he was not far from ten.

Why is Wu Lihan so sure, because he knows the Central Plains people too well, and the spirit of the Central Plains martial artist is higher than that of a scholar, and if he has Tongtian martial arts, he will definitely disdain to imitate others.

It's a pity that people who know the Central Plains so well are going to die here at this time...

When Zhao Zhiyi walked out of the camp, the gate was already full of Northern Turkist troops. Sadly, there were so many people, but none of them dared to rush in to disturb this killing god, just now he killed more than a dozen ironclad swordsmen in an instant with just one move, which was enough to shock everyone.

Zhao Zhiyi carried the head of the Northern Turkistan commander Wu Lihan, and stood swaggering in front of the Northern Turkistan soldiers, this group of soldiers who had experienced a hundred battles, except for a chill in their hearts, could not do anything else.

Ullihan's eyes widened, and in the last moments of his life, he watched his corpse crash to the ground, and the expression of horror and disbelief was forever fixed on his face.

Some of the undetermined Northern Turks had already lost their weapons, turned around and rode on their horses to prepare to escape, and the surrounding Northern Turks knew very well that once the commander died, no matter how they resisted, the defeat was certain.

The defeat was like a mountain, and more and more Northern Turks threw away their weapons and turned into horses, the number of horses is limited, and if they escape late, I am afraid that they can only be slaughtered.

Fear and uneasiness spread like a plague through the Northern Turks, first outside the camp and then to the rear of the entire army, which did not know that the commander was dead, and was still desperately resisting the offensive of the Severe Naval Cavalry.

But they soon sensed that something was wrong, and when they looked back, a large number of soldiers in the rear were already running north, still shouting something, and then, the soldiers in the middle who heard the shouting also began to throw away their armor and run desperately, and finally, the group of soldiers who were still resisting in the front finally heard the words clearly:

"The boss is dead!"

The front row troops who were still struggling to support were like deflated balls in an instant, and the defense line collapsed directly, and they also wanted to run, but unfortunately they were too close to the cavalry of the dynasty, how could people outrun their horses, and they were stabbed to death by the dynasty army on horseback after running a few steps.

"Fifty miles of pursuit!" Yan Hanhai gave an order.

20,000 cavalry roared past with overwhelming momentum, and those Northern Turmutan soldiers who walked a few steps late were instantly submerged in the war horses, leaving countless corpses where the iron hooves had trampled on.