Sometimes, some killings are helpless and must be ruthless.

How could these 500 sergeants who came to seize the top of the mountain in a hurry be able to defeat the trampling of the Northwest Iron Cavalry from top to bottom?

Blood, splashing.

The cry burst out in an instant. These sergeants, who had been very well organized, soon collapsed.

Xu Lang turned into a killing god again, and with the swing of the lance, those sergeants fell one by one like cutting wheat.

"General, run away!"

At the bottom of the mountain, the thousand men who resisted the enemy head-on also ushered in those knights who rushed to the middle of the road. And looked at the battle situation on the mountain, and saw that many people had already rushed down the mountain, and the guards around the general were timid.

"You, bring another two hundred people over, block them, whoever dares to escape from the battle, behead!"

But the general was very stubborn and ordered the guards to go for reinforcements.

But in this way, his frontal forces will be weakened.

"This, obey!"

The guard hesitated, but agreed.

Then, waving his sword, he led a group of men, divided into two parts, and ran up the hill to stop his comrades who had fled.

But in this way, the sergeants who screamed and fled, were angry.

This escape is death, and if you don't escape, you will die, grandma's, let's stop doing it!

There was an uproar, and immediately several people threw away their weapons.

"Those who descend will not die!"

Xu Lang repeated again.

When the words fell, he had already rushed down fearlessly.

At this time, the two sides were close to each other, and they rushed in on horseback to protect the hundred people, how could they stop it?

Similarly, before someone had even set up a bow, he was beheaded by Xu Lang and others.

This unstoppable impact, like an incomparably powerful torrent, instantly broke through the enemy's formation.

Everything, as Xu Lang's judgment, the three-way light horse is like three spears, everywhere, flesh and blood flying, crying dad and calling mother.

The general shouted loudly, quite determined to kill himself, Tima greeted Xu Lang, capture the thief and capture the king first, I have to say that at this critical moment, his mind is still sober, and he knows the importance of beheading the other party.

The gun, like a dragon out of the water, stabbed at Xu Lang quickly.

"General be careful!"

There are guards who are loudly reminding Xu Lang.

"What can I do?!"

Xu Lang drank loudly, jumped up, and there was more than a zhang.

This time, the general's shot naturally stabbed in the air.

Syllable!

Immediately afterward, he saw darkness in front of him, and his body rushed forward, almost falling off his horse. It turned out that it was Xu Lang who knocked it down from top and hit him right in the back.

Wow!

A mouthful of blood immediately spurted out, and he only felt that his heart was broken, and he wanted to lift the gun again, but he couldn't.

Swish!

But before he could react, a knife had slashed his throat with swiftness.

This, but a personal guard is skillfully cooperating with Xu Lang.

"You wait for the general to be dead, why don't you hurry up and arrest him!"

Xu Lang fell off the horse lightly, and shouted again. At this sound, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, domineering sideways, and soon, he shocked the audience.

"Down, I'll wait, it's down!"

Seeing that the leader was dead, the remaining sergeants could not hold back.

Whoa—

weapons, quickly lost to the ground.

"If you knew this was the case, why should you be persistent?"

The white cloud real person who came later shook his head, and this lightning-like kill made him feel palpitations.

"Baiyun Sect, this may be war!"

Zheng Baye was much calmer, and during the time he was by Ling Yue's side, he could be regarded as an eye-opener. The ruthlessness of war, the bloodiness of war, for him, has transitioned from the initial discomfort to the habit at the moment.

Of course, he and Bai Yun Zhenren were not able to show their might in such a charge.

Everything, too fast.