"Sons, are you afraid of death?"

The next moment, tens of thousands of Beiyuan cavalry raised their scimitars in their hands, pointed at the moon in the sky, and shouted in unison:

"Don't be afraid of death!"

The sound rumbled, echoing in the empty and cold desert night sky.

"Haha, it should be so, we Beiyuan boys, trapped in the grassland for decades, finally have the opportunity to sweep the world, how can we miss it so much?"

As soon as these words came out, the people around them immediately felt deeply and nodded in agreement.

The people of Beiyuan, since they were defeated by the Tang Dynasty decades ago, life is too hard.

Where can you have enough to eat just by grazing on the grasslands? The cavalry of the Northern Plains were all raiding and trading at the same time, and grazing was only secondary.

The prosperous south is the land of their dreams.

But the military strength of Tang and Jing is not weak, even if it falls into the war, the defense of the northern border is still intact, so that the Beiyuan cavalry has not had the opportunity to move south.

Only on this side of the desert there is a good opportunity, a large number of supplies come and go, this is all the treasure given to the Northern Plains by the Immortal Heaven!

In any case, don't miss it!

Several Grandmaster generals glanced at each other, and the battle intent in their eyes was like fire, burning more and more.

"Go, line up, go into town!"

The horses' hooves trampled on the sand, the scimitar broke the wind, and the sturdy figures moved under the moonlight.

The gates were wide open enough for 10,000 cavalry to enter.

Ten horses in a row, a row of horses forward, the line continued for several miles, criss-crossed, layered, countless leather armor and scimitars reflected the cold moonlight, reflecting the cold glow of the Dao.

The charge begins.

Hoofing, whipping, running, accelerating.

The sound of horses' hooves grew faster and more intense, like the manic beat of a drumbeat on the battlefield, and in tune with the rhythm of the strong heartbeats in the chests of the cavalry, and finally turned into the sound of a mighty wave rushing towards the center of the city.

The ruins in Anxi City have been bulldozed by Jing Jun, and most of them are flat ground with a wide view.

Soon the cavalry of the Northern Plains would be able to see the white figure standing alone in the center of the city.

Martial Saint ......

Many of the Northern Plains cavalry swallowed nervously, a little fear coming to their minds, and then vanished in the frenzy of charging at full speed.

Ten thousand iron hooves stepped on the lonely city, and hundreds of grandmasters and innate masters charged forward, converging into an unstoppable torrent of steel and iron, blood and flesh, and the shaman's containment.

With such a formation, even if it is a martial saint, you have to avoid the edge for the time being, right?

The several Grandmasters galloping at the forefront carefully observed Song Yun's situation, breathed a sigh of relief, and a large heavy stone in their hearts fell to the ground.

"You can still break the game! The suppression is not yet complete, this martial saint stays where he is and cannot move, as long as he is knocked out of the way, the shaman can get out of trouble! ”

They had been prepared for a long time, and abandoned the most commonly used scimitars and bows and arrows—small weapons that were almost impossible to harm the Martial Saint.

What appeared in his hands were various heavy weapons captured from the camp of the Jing army.

Shields, maces, changge, halberds......

They charged in a straight line like heavy cavalry, no more fancy wandering cavalry, and went straight forward, like a heavy war hammer, smashing in swiftly from outside the city gates.

With the terrifying inertia brought by the full-speed sprint, the impact force of a landslide and tsunami was formed, pointing directly at the lonely young man in white!

They had only one goal - to knock back this martial saint in the middle of the city.

As long as you take a step back, one step, the shaman will be able to get out of trouble, and the victory will belong to the northern plains!

This 10,000-strong cavalry army, with a momentum like a rainbow, forcibly tore apart Anxi's Qi Luck Domain, and even the suppression with Emperor Xuan's seal became unstable.

The black shadow began to struggle violently again, and the shattered jade seal was overwhelmed, and the glue used for bonding seemed to fail at any time, causing the Xuan Emperor Seal to turn into fragments of powder again.

Colorful streamers danced wildly, and the figure of the shaman with a bronze mask reappeared, sneering at Song Yun:

"Young man, retreat now, you can still save your life!"

"If you dare to slaughter the soldiers of the Northern Plains, after I get out of trouble, I will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces and torture your soul for a hundred years!"

Song Yun ignored him, still standing still, just quietly watching the cavalry galloping on horseback.

In the empty and flat city of Anxi, at this time, it seemed that a huge black wave was pouring in, rolling towards it like a broken embankment, breaking through all obstacles, surging and unstoppable.

Dressed in white, it is like a white pebble in front of the wave, as if it will be swept out by the surging waves in the next moment.

The distance between the two is getting closer......

Several Beiyuan Grandmasters could already see Song Yun's youthful appearance, and they all took a deep breath, raising their spirits to the peak.

The thick qi erupted thinly, layer by layer at the front, forming an invisible and solid giant shield.

The leading Grandmaster raised his Changge shield and shouted feverishly:

"Immortal Heaven Tenggeri, the supreme god of the highest firmament, the brilliance is sprinkled, the divine power is boundless, the heroic battle dead, the soul returns to the sky!"

The eyes of tens of thousands of cavalrymen were red, and they shouted in unison: "Those who died bravely in battle, the souls return to the sky!" ”

Song Yun couldn't understand what these people were shouting, but just by looking at their expressions, he could guess what they were thinking.

The corners of his mouth gradually hooked, and the killing intent in his eyes was like a deep cold ancient pool, condensed but not dispersed.

"Not afraid of death? Then kill until you are afraid! ”

He stood steadily in the middle of the city, his right palm holding down the violently trembling square jade seal.

Gently push out with your left palm.

With a roar, the sound was like a dragon, and a sharp bronze sword appeared under the white moonlight.

The hilt of the sword was taken off, and the bronze sword flew out automatically in the majestic coercion, and the sharp edge pointed directly at the fierce charging cavalry formation in front of him.

Layers of qi were wound upward, causing the narrow sword body with distinct lines to tremble at high speed, turning into a vague sword shadow.

Immediately, the bronze sword turned into a chilling green man, like a wild horse that had escaped and a sharp arrow that had broken through the air and flew away.

Behind the sword, there was also a rumbling sound with the vast sea-like energy of the Pseudo-Martial Saint Realm.

The blue light crossed the sky, constantly magnifying, widening, and flattening, and finally formed a huge sword gang, which arced forward and shot towards the Northern Plains cavalry.

The power of the Killing Sword Qi was stacked to the extreme, and it evolved and promoted again.

"White Emperor Sword Codex", breaking the sword qi of the army!

"Kill!"

The sword qi of the broken army and the mighty cavalry charge collided together in an instant.

Boom - The Martial Saint Sword Qi first fought against the Grandmaster Gang Qi, making a loud noise like a mountain collapse.

The Gang Qi Giant Shield condensed by the joint efforts of several Grandmaster Masters was broken by the Broken Army Sword Qi in the most violent posture, and it exploded violently, turning into countless scattered air currents that burst out in all directions.

The Grandmasters of the Northern Plains spurted blood from their mouths and almost fell off their warhorses, but they still held all kinds of heavy weapons high, gritted their teeth, and carried out a second hedge.

The sharp and piercing sound of gold and iron striking, and wherever the sword qi went, all weapons were separated.

The big shield broke open from the center, and Changge, halberd, and mace broke in two.

Between the weapons that were constantly spilling in the air, the sword qi of the broken army continued to move forward.

Countless flesh and blood bodies have been exposed to the edge of extreme danger.

The Northern Plains cavalry chanted the name of Immortal Heaven and waved the weapons in their hands, stubbornly resisting the terrifying green mangs flying in front of them.

Hmmm-

The blue light swept by, and the blood was like a chain of fountains, starting from the very front of the cavalry charge, spurting and splashing incessantly, and quickly extending backwards.

One by one, the horses were broken by the neck.

A cavalryman with his hips detached.

The large skulls of war horses and the upper bodies of the people of the Northern Plains flew up, rolled in mid-air one after another, and fell to the ground one after another.

The black torrent changed color in an instant, and the shocking bright red quickly spread......

Song Yun continued to urge the sword qi with one hand, and raised his head to let out a long roar.

"Today, a sword will destroy Erwan Cavalry!"

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Explain the recent controversy:

One person, one town, one city, and ten thousand armies are the core selling points of this book, which is responsible for composing one climax after another.

The transitional plots between the climaxes are all for the service of one town and one city, creating different scenarios, different enemies, and different atmospheres......

Try to make it reasonable to defend the city and avoid aesthetic fatigue.

The transitional plot will advance quickly, and it will not be written in detail, at most it will be mixed with some small cool points.

For readers who don't like to read it, it can be used as a background introduction and can be scanned at a glance.

A very small number of readers are not guilty of picking out the details in the transitional plot, and even make up a large bloody plot in their brains when they see a sentence, and then "ask for poison in the void" and scold me for poisoning you.

Fiction can't be perfect, it just satisfies the core needs.

Look at the mowing of the grass, watch the bloody war, look at the feelings of the family and the country, there will always be in the future, everyone can rest assured to watch it.

Everything else is the background, it's all embellishment.

Take "one person guarding one city" as a selling point, there may be a lot of people who write two or three times, and they are always written as the core, and I should be the only one on the whole network at present.

It's been written like this.,It's going to be very difficult.,If the transition plot isn't handled well.,Please forgive me.。

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