Zhang Xianfeng was shocked by this tragic scene, the wound on his scalp became insignificant, and he sat on his horse in a daze, watching the sudden change in his vision.

The sea of blood in the corpse mountain was left behind, the sound of fighting was also distant and blurred, the snow was trampled by the war horse of the golden captive, revealing the yellow sand and rough stones underneath, and the horizontal mountain could be seen from afar, the snow peaks were endless, the rocks below were ***, the road was becoming more and more narrow and muddy in the vertical and horizontal ravines, an eagle spread its wings, soaring in the air, staring at passers-by, a hundred elite soldiers stirred up a gust of wind, and the eagle was indifferent.

Jin Wuxi fell, adding another layer of coldness to the severe cold, the sky was clear, the eagle returned to its nest and left, the heaven and the earth closed, only the sound of horses' hooves shook like thunder, breaking this cruel silence.

Zhang Xianfeng was tortured, cold and tired, and he didn't know when he would stop, only to see Mo Lingfeng's back, and crashed into the darkness.

An hour later, Mo Lingfeng reined in his horse violently, and the war horse stood up, neighing, and spewing out clouds of white gas.

After Yin Nan got off the horse, he saw Zhang Fengfeng riding on the horse, not moving at all, reaching out and grabbing the silk silk around his waist, and pulled it down hard.

Zhang Xianfeng was caught off guard, threw his five bodies from the horse to the ground, his whole body hurt, and after screaming in pain, he squirmed and wanted to get up.

Yin Nan was infinitely strong, bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand, and lifted him up.

It was already dark all around, no one spoke, even the war horse stopped making a sound after neighing, and Zhang Xianfeng's wheezing was so loud that he was startled.

Mo Leaf shouted, "Ambush!"

This is the only way to Sanchuan Village, and the surroundings are enough to set up an ambush.

The elite soldiers immediately moved, some drove the war horses away from here, and the rest hid in the ravine, the sky was faint, making these black shadows more and more blurred.

The final sound was the sound of a knife coming out of its sheath. Look at the book

The snow fell without warning, silently, and soon piled up on the top of Zhang Xianfeng's head, he patted the snow on his head with his unconscious hand, took off the crane, covered his head, shrunk into a ball, trembling, his teeth began to chatter, and he was secretly glad that he did not take off this warm clothing when he was at the Hou family.

He squinted his eyes in the snowlight, watching the soldiers lying in the ravine being buried as snowmen, and Mo Lingfeng, who was high up and pampered by Mo Qianlan in the palm of his hand, could also endure this kind of suffering.

Two quarters of an hour later, the sound of horses' hooves broke the silence, the surprise attack of Jin Yu could not be achieved, and he did not love to fight, galloped to Sanchuan Village, the horses' hooves raised the snow, in the heavy snow, after the battle, Jin Lu was full of blood, with knives and bows, carrying wounded soldiers, the banner did not fall, and there were nearly a thousand people and horses, to go to Sanchuan Village.

Zhang Xianfeng held his breath suddenly, his eyes widened, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, it was difficult to breathe, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and the sound of the flag was in his ears.

The Mo family army did not move.

Zhang Xianfeng's heart was beating wildly, watching the iron hooves rise high in front of him, and the ice and snow debris he stepped on became sharp blades, hitting the hidden ambush soldiers.

Jin Yu is already close at hand.

Zhang Xianfeng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and at this moment, Mo Lingfeng suddenly waved the long knife in his hand and slashed towards the horse's hooves.

"Poof", the blade was embedded in the flesh, the golden horse didn't even neigh, and fell straight forward, the golden prisoner on the horseback reacted quickly, and at the same time as the fit pounced forward, the two feet quickly came out of the stirrups, one foot on the horse's back, jumped up, pulled out the scimitar, just landed, and the blade was head-on, piercing his neck.