Song Yun swept out with a sword-breaking sword qi, and the blue light swept away, setting off a wave of blood.

More than a thousand cavalrymen who charged ahead were all cut in half!

There were only two of the five Grandmaster generals left, missing arms and legs, struggling to get up from the pool of blood, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"The physical strength of the Martial Saint is not endless, rush, keep rushing! With our blood, water the glory of the Immortal Heaven! ”

The rows of cavalry rushing up in the Northern Plains trembled with their hands, but they still clung to their weapons and reins, and rushed forward without forgetting their lives, killing at the terrifying cyan sword.

Blood splattered, even more than a foot high, staining the moonlight under the night sky scarlet.

At the same time, the two Grandmaster generals pounced on Song Yun from the flank, covering the charge of the cavalry team.

This young martial saint held down the jade seal with his right hand at this time, released the sword qi with his left hand, and stood still unable to move, in the eyes of the two grandmasters, it was a heaven-sent opportunity.

"Kill!" Ignoring the blood-spurting wounds, the two Grandmaster generals urged Gang Qi with all their might, only attacking but not defending, and launched a fighting blow.

No matter how strong the Martial Saint is, it is impossible to stand motionless against this blow.

Either retract the sword qi and return to the defense, so that the cavalry rushes over; Or take a step back and interrupt the repression.

Either way, they win!

The eyes of the two grandmasters lit up with hope.

The next moment, what caught their eyes was the murderous face of the young martial saint opposite.

Song Yun took a deep breath, like a giant whale drinking waves, swallowing a massive amount of qi, and then spit out violently, shaking his chest, lungs, and throat, and letting out a thunderous outcry:

"Die!"

The energy is like a tsunami, accompanied by rolling sound waves, pouring out in an instant.

The eardrums of the two grandmasters burst instantly.

Immediately after that, the brain and internal organs, overwhelmed by the violent concussions, thumped a few muffled sounds, and turned into a blurred mass of flesh.

The bodies of the two grandmasters were intact, but their skin was a deep red, as if they had been cooked.

The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his blood-red eyes widened in shock, which was quite terrifying.

The two tall bodies had lost their strength, and they fell to Song Yun's feet one after another.

"Ahem." Song Yun finished shouting, his throat was also injured, coughing and swallowing blood, but it didn't have much effect.

The use of qi in the Martial Saint Realm can be described as superb, far more ingenious than the Grandmaster Gangqi.

Even if you can't move your limbs, just by breaking out a blow at close range, you can still shout to kill the grandmaster!

This roar also contains a high-pitched deterrent power.

Taking advantage of the instability of the Qi Luck Realm, the shaman spirit was close to getting out of trouble, but when he suddenly heard this roar, he was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

The Divine Soul Shadow trembled and shrank back, and at the same time the horror in his heart was terrifying-

"When did such a strong man come out of the world? I was like this at a young age, I should have heard about it in Beiyuan, why are there no rumors at all? ”

Although they were puzzled, the shaman had also realized that Anxi was a big pit prepared for them by Jing Jun!

A hard bone that seems to be swallowed in one bite, but it can break a tooth.

Looking at the large corpses swept by the sword qi, the shaman's heart was dripping blood, but he was helpless.

In the face of the Martial Saint, ordinary armies can only rely on human lives to pile up.

"I'm afraid this person's sword qi won't last long, and if the cavalry hold on for a while, they should be able to rush over!"

The shaman recited aloud the prayer of the Immortal Heaven, cheering up the Northern Plains cavalry.

Soon, the cavalry also noticed that the cyan sword in the air was gradually thinning and shrinking.

Their sweaty faces were beaming with joy.

"Rush! This Martial Saint's sword qi is about to run out! ”

"Immortal God gives me courage, and the fast horse will never stop moving forward!"

The cavalry regained their strength and galloped on horseback, and nearly 10,000 war horses galloped, trembling and flying dust.

The shaman laughed with relief, "The Central Plains Martial Saint can't stop the iron hooves of the Northern Plains man!" ”

Just when the morale of the Northern Plains cavalry was restored and was about to break away from the sword qi of the broken army.

Song Yun chuckled lightly-

"Anyone who dares to come to Anxi to make trouble has only one end - death!"

"Blood God Nahai" came out.

Thousands of cavalry and horses carcasses flowed blood, converging into an ever-expanding red lake.

The blood vapor was steaming, and it was quickly inhaled into Song Yun's body.

This fresh and rich bloody aura, after walking around his body, erupted from his left palm again, turning into a source of power for breaking the sword qi.

In the next moment, the dark cyan Breaking Army Sword Qi gradually became scarlet, and there were three more points of killing bloodthirsty qi between the sharp edges.

The combination of blue and red colors is even more terrifying than before!

The sword qi once again made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and slashed forward sharply, reaping the lives of the Northern Plains cavalry in rows.

In the midst of countless screams, the blue and red light swept by, and the blood fountain bloomed again, as hot as fire, churning endlessly.

The sword qi of the broken army was unstoppable, leaving behind corpses that were cut off all over the ground.

The black torrent that rolled forward came to an abrupt halt after colliding with this sword qi, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

It was even pushed back continuously.

The sword qi is spread three hundred zhang.

Han Mang beheaded thousands of people in a row.

In front of Song Yun, he forcibly opened a hellish road to death!

Ten breaths later, more than 2,000 horsemen, along with their crotched horses, were split in two by the blue-red light.

The gushing blood has continuously become the food of "Blood God Nahai", transformed into bloody qi, integrated into the sword qi of the broken army, and continued to harvest the cavalry.

Repeatedly, this cavalry unit will not die, and the cycle of killing will not be broken.

At this time, there were more than 6,000 people left behind.

But in their eyes, fear gradually prevailed, and the fanatical worship of the Immortal Heaven gradually faded.

A sword slashed more than 4,000 riders in a row, and the momentum has not stopped, who is not afraid?

"The sword qi is too strong, you can't rush over, spread out, you can't rush anymore!"

Their courage was shattered by Song Yun's brutal killing.

The cavalry broke away from the formation one after another, scattered in all directions, and used their old methods again, stretching their bows and arrows from a distance, shooting at Song Yun.

A continuous rain of arrows fell from the sky, and then they were blocked by an invisible energy, and they fell to the ground one by one.

This level of attack, for a Martial Saint, is not even qualified to tickle.

Seeing this scene, the shaman under the seal of Emperor Xuan was angry and anxious, and he still wanted to give a command.

However, after the cavalry suffered heavy casualties, Anxi's Qi Luck Realm had returned to stability, and his spirit was suppressed again.

He could only watch as Song Yun continued to shoot.

The sword qi of the broken army no longer went straight forward, but surrounded one person and one seal, quickly surrounding.

A sharp aura of blue and red, from the center of the city as the origin, like ripples in the water, quickly amplified and spread out in all directions......