Yang Ming galloped wildly in the wind and snow, and suddenly, the war horse seemed to have tripped over something, and even the people and horses fell forward, and at the last moment, Yang Ming jumped down from the war horse that was about to fall to the ground, and landed firmly aside.

"Tripping?" Yang Ming hesitated for a moment, and suddenly opened his bow and shot forward, and there were already two more figures there.

"Sure enough, if you are prepared, there are really people who can escape from the two hundred elite riders." The two figures trudging through the snow were unhurried in the face of a sudden arrow.

In Yang Ming's astonished gaze, his arrow that could pierce through the tiger's body had never pierced through the body of the opponent who was only wearing light armor.

"The Man in Armor?" In an instant, Yang Ming thought of a possibility.

When Xinlingjun led the troops to rescue Zhao State, a considerable number of people in armor were in the army, and Xinlingjun returned to Wei four years ago, and some masters of armor men stayed in Zhao State, which seems to be a reasonable thing.

Armor Gate, invincible.

Yang Ming, who realized this, raised his bow and arrows, and this time his target was not the two in front of him, but the four cavalrymen who were about to rush to the front behind him.

Yang Ming mustered up his strength, and four arrows shot out in a long breath, although there was still a gap between the five arrows and the five arrows, but it was already infinitely close.

The cavalry who came on horseback was also the elite of the Zhao army, and the moment he saw Yang Ming raise his bow again, he had already put his body on the horse's back, but Yang Ming's target was never them.

As the saying goes, shoot people first and shoot horses first, and capture thieves first and kings, and his target is their mount.

In the four wails that were almost overlapping, the war horse fell to the ground, and Yang Ming had already rushed towards the cavalry who had not had time to get up.

"This kid has such a sharp mind." Seeing this, the two of them who had been in the army for many years understood Yang Ming's thoughts in an instant.

When you are about to be besieged, you should first find the weaker side to attack, and eliminate the weaker strength of the opponent at the fastest speed and the lowest cost, so as to promote a slight balance of strength between the two sides.

The two of them, who couldn't care about it anymore, rushed towards Yang Ming, and at this time they had a vague premonition that if they didn't do their best, they might really overturn in the hands of the young man in front of them.

In the moment when they rushed forward, Yang Ming had already rushed to a cavalryman who had just risen from the snow, and put the bow in his hand on the opponent's neck, the bowstring turned, a good head fell to the ground, and the blood gushing out between the arteries made the surrounding snow a little more gorgeous.

Everything only happened between the lightning and flint, but it was enough to make several other cavalry react, the two cavalrymen in front of Yang Ming swung their swords and slashed towards Yang Ming, Yang Ming only had time to raise his bow to block, the two swords slashed on the bow body, and the huge force made Yang Ming stumble under his feet, and his body involuntarily fell backwards.

A cavalryman behind Yang Ming couldn't help but show a hideous smile when he saw this, Yang Ming, who had lost his balance, had become a mortal person in his eyes, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Yang Ming's neck without hesitation.

But the next moment the hideousness on his face froze, and the sword he was determined to win was cut empty, and at the moment when he was about to slash Yang Ming, Yang Ming's unbalanced body suddenly had an inexplicable force, and a pair of soles turned into tiger claws, clinging to the ground, and the family martial arts in the army, the White Tiger Seven Killing Style, launched the Yuejian style, and the whole person avoided his sword blade and slammed into his arms.

At this time, the cavalry only felt as if he had been hit by a manic bull, and for a moment he only felt that his bones were broken, his viscera was displaced, and an arrow feather had pierced his throat.

In an instant, Yang Ming killed one more person.

"Kill." The blood of their companions had already caused the remaining two cavalrymen to fall into a complete rage, but the experience of the two of them allowed them to only occupy a row, and the two swords attacked Yang Ming's upper and lower roads in unison.

At this time, there was only the confrontation of strength and strength, Yang Ming, who had snatched a battle sword, didn't think about it, avoided a sword blade, and the blade collided with the second sword blade again, knocking its owner away.

At the same time, Yang Ming turned his left arm into a tiger's tail, pinching the neck of a cavalryman at an extremely tricky angle, and with a crisp bone cracking sound, another cavalryman lost his life.

At this time, the two armor-clad men who had set a trap had also rushed in front of Yang Ming, looking at the four cavalrymen who were dead and one was disabled, there was already a more cautious look in their expressions.

In the air-breaking fist wind, Yang Ming swung his fist to meet the attack, and two huge forces collided in one place, causing the people in armor to take a few steps back.

"Such a strong force is also a martial art in the army, but when it comes to martial arts in the army, I am proud of the world." The people who were repelled were proud, but the attack in their hands was even more fierce, in addition to the strength, the armor gate also had an impregnable defense, and when fighting the enemy, they were never afraid to exchange injuries for injuries.

Under the siege of the two, Yang Ming's shortcomings of inexperience were quickly exposed, and he was hit from time to time, but fortunately, the opponent only attacked with fists, and did not use sharp blades, with Yang Ming's strong physique that he had cultivated when he had practiced the White Tiger Seven Kills Style since he was a child and the Paiyun Palm that had already started, he could still wait for the opponent's attack for a while, but it was only able to withstand it.

And Yang Ming's fist sword fell on the opponent's body, leaving only shallow scars, and it was impossible to hit the opponent hard.

As more and more attacks fell on Yang Ming's body, as the battle continued, Yang Ming only felt that the blood all over his body became agitated, and the white gas above his head was steaming.

His blood was burning, flowing at a speed beyond the limits of human beings, impacting his heart like a muffled thunder drum, the pain from his muscles stimulated his nerves, and the vibrated viscera had almost reached the limit of what he could bear, and the heat emitted from his body melted the snow under his feet and turned into shallow puddles.

"Kill." Yang Ming stepped out, and a force was born from the soles of his feet, converging in the spine along the muscles of his legs, vibrating every layer of joints in his spine.

The White Tiger Seven Kills Style, the purest fighting technique in the army, is also the only martial art passed on to him by his father in this life.

At this moment, the bone roared like a tiger's roar, and the power beyond its own limit poured from its shoulders into its arms, turning into invincible tiger claws and slashing at the head of the armored gatekeeper.

This style is the white tiger claw strike style of the white tiger seven killing style.

With a miserable scream, two streams of blood mixed with white liquid infected Yang Ming's palm, his tiger claws directly pierced the enemy's eyes, scratching the opponent's face bones, and the huge force shattered his brain in an instant, and the white liquid was his brain.

"Senior brother." With a cry of pain, Yang Ming, the attack of the other person, was already in a hurry, and was hit in the ribs with a punch with all his strength, and the huge force overwhelmed the tiger bones, and a painful moan occurred.

But Yang Ming's palm was also imprinted on his chest, and the cloud qi rolled between the square inches of his palm, but it had the tendency to wither and decay, it was the fourth form of the cloud palm.

"That's your true strength." The fury on the face of the armor-clad man who had never worried about exchanging injuries for injuries froze instantly, and the Void Cloud Energy had penetrated his chest and shattered his heart.