Han Yu's words, even if Qi Pengfei's concentration was good, he was taken aback.

I haven't heard that the young master of the Han family is a madman? Could it be that he has only recently gone crazy? Or has his brain been broken in the battlefield? Even if it is Uncle Sanwang, he will be exhausted to death by the tactics of the sea of thousands of people! Could it be that his strength is above that of Uncle Sanwang? This is impossible! Even if it is, there is no need for him to play with these swordsmen!

Han Yu can fight non-stop with martial artists of the same level or slightly more advanced martial artists, tirelessly, but that is in the case of similar strength, if he touches a high-level sword master, Han Yu will never dare to compete with him, if he opens the mountain against Qi, I am afraid that Han Yu will be directly bombarded into slag!

Qi Pengfei has already said that he wants to agree, so naturally he can't go back. He finally asked, "Brother Han has you thought about it?"

"Don't worry, prince! You don't have to hand over the swordsmen below the ninth rank to me, and those above the third rank will not be allowed to participate in the battle first!" "Within Han Yu's request, among the six or seven thousand elites of the Great Qu Kingdom, there are more than 5,000! Originally, of the 20,000 elites on the left side of the Great Qu Kingdom, 10,000 were between the sixth-rank swordsmen and the ninth-rank swordsmen, and there were 1,000 people above the third-rank swordsmen! The rest were all in line with Han Yu's requirements, but after the fourth-level killing array and the rain of arrows in the sky, coupled with the battle just now, there were less than a thousand people below the nine-rank swordsman, and most of them were within Han Yu's requirements.

"Brother Han, don't worry, if your strength is exhausted, you can retreat quickly, these people can't make any big waves, don't let these mortal people hurt Brother Han!"

"Thank you to the prince, there will be Marquis Lao and a few generals to sweep the battle for me!"

This is Qi Pengfei's beginning to order: "Stop!"

The Northern Qi soldiers who were fighting stopped when they heard this, the remnants of the elite of the Great Qu Kingdom were already leaderless, and the army was in turmoil, and after the Northern Qi soldiers stopped, they were eager to take a break.

This is only to hear Han Yu say: "You are already a mortal situation, if you want to have a way to live, come and fight with me! If you defeat me, you can go! Start with the nine-rank swordsman, and those below the nine-rank will judge themselves!"

The eyes of the soldiers of Da Qu Guo lit up, and the Northern Qi army was in an uproar, and their eyes looked at Qi Pengfei neatly.

"What he said, that's what I said. If so, you can really defeat him!" Qi Pengfei pondered for a while and said, "Then let you go!"

The Northern Qi soldiers were speechless for a while, this was clearly to let these people go! With this kid, even if he could kill one, ten, or even dozens of them, would he be able to stop hundreds of people? Can he defeat thousands of people? He would die of exhaustion if he was tired, not to mention that he was not even a swordsman! He was clearly looking for death! A first-grade swordsman would destroy him!

At this time, the already desperate soldiers of Da Qu Guo had a light in their eyes. Someone shouted: "Why do the Nine Rank Swordsmen have to cut themselves at once, there are so many of us, can you win over one, can you beat ten hundred?"

"Okay, I'll give you a chance, starting with a six-rank swordsman, thirty people at a time, come on!" Han Yu raised the Xuantie Sword.

"Brothers, the six-rank swordsmen, all come out and fight this kid to the death!"

Some of the remnants of the left side of the Daqu Kingdom roared, and then more than a hundred people came out, which were the only remaining more than a hundred sixth-grade swordsmen.

"Very good, in five batches, let's fight!" Han Yu slashed with his sword.

Thirty of the more than one hundred sixth-rank swordsmen quickly separated and killed Han Yu together.

said that thirty people were on it together, but thirty people against one person couldn't be used at all, and at most ten people were fighting around Han Yu each time.

Han Yu didn't say anything more, and with one sword passing, six people fell, and with another sword, he solved the four people behind him. Then immediately there were ten people surrounding him, and they were also dealt with in an instant. In less than ten breaths, thirty people had turned into thirty corpses.

Weak, too weak, dying too fast, even the swordsmanship didn't have time to perform.

The battle that ended in the blink of an eye surprised everyone, is this kid really just a nine-rank swordsman?

Only Qi Kaishan praised: "What a fast sword!"

Then another thirty people pounced, and they were instantly solved by Han Yu. It's been like this three times in a row, and the rest of the people are scared, really scared, is this kid still human? Why won't he get tired? No matter who goes up, it's a sword? No need for a second move? The rest of the people don't dare to step forward.

"What's the matter, are you scared?" Han Yu was covered in blood, of course, it was all from others: "That's it, you guys go together!"

The remaining sixty or so six-rank swordsmen were speechless for a while, that is, they went up together, at most ten people at a time, you are just one, and it would be good for ten of us to be able to touch you in a circle!

At this time, I don't know who shouted: "Brothers, go on, he's tired!"

This sentence ignited the atmosphere of silence: "Kill!" More than sixty six-rank swordsmen rushed forward, and then fell to the ground.

Half a pillar of incense time, six swordsmen, all killed!

After all the sixth-rank swordsmen were killed, it was the turn of the seventh-rank swordsmen of the Great Qu Kingdom to play. The seven-rank sword is slightly more numerous, about three hundred people.

"Very good, divide into ten teams, let's fight!"

At this time, these seven-rank swordsmen had different ideas. Some people are thinking, this kid is really a brute, how can he still have the strength to kill more than 100 people like this? Some are thinking, this kid must be tired, we will definitely be able to kill him if we go up! Some are thinking, you can deal with more than 100 sixth-grade swordsmen, can you deal with 300-seven-grade swordsmen?

No matter how you think about it, the first team of the seven-rank swordsmen has already rushed up.

"It's a good time!" Han Yu raised his sword and fought. The seven-rank swordsman may be more troublesome than the sixth-grade swordsman, but it is not much trouble, after a pillar of incense time, the seven-rank swordsman has been completely killed, and the last person, this person has gone crazy, he ran out crazy, but shouted loudly: "He is not a person, he is not a person! He is a demon!

Everyone knows that this person is crazy, but in their eyes, Han Yu is the real madman!