Shu Tianyu's body jumped up, his spear was like a dragon, and he slashed at Cheng Lu Yu with one blow. Cheng Luyu pointed to the ground with both feet, his body spun, and the long knife in his hand resisted, and then he unloaded his strength and retreated three zhang, falling into the formation, and the Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand swayed, seizing the lives of three people, and as soon as he stepped on it, his body rushed towards Shu Tianyu.

The Qinglong Yanyue knife in Cheng Luyu's hand was fierce, and as Cheng Luyu turned around, he either cut or teased, pressing step by step, forcing Shu Tianyu, Shu Tianyu retreated with both feet, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake out of the sheath, and he blocked the big knife in Cheng Luyu's hand again and again.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and it was difficult to tell the winner, and the cold light in Lu Yu's eyes became worse, the faster the knife technique became, and the sword light that he saw only saw was not visible, Shu Tianyu had a spear in his hand, and the gun picked a line, and the move stabbed straight into Lu Yu, and the gun shadow said.

The place where the two armies fought in the Liancheng Station had already turned into a chaotic battle, and the booth Lian Zhan Hu Ziran fought for 100 rounds.

Shouting everywhere to kill the sky, everywhere blood flows into the stream.

Outside the city, the white autumn shadow Qin Zhen, the sword fights, for a time there is no difference between victory and defeat, the moment the two armies fight, outside the city is the blood of the earth soldiers.

Here shouted to kill the heavens, blood flowed like a river, three hundred miles away, a big war was about to break out.

He led 40,000 soldiers and horses, day and night, and this morning he rushed to the western front, and his troops came to the city. When the two armies were launched, 40,000 troops emerged after Lu and dispersed, and suddenly Lu and scattered faced the situation of the two armies.

Under the attack of the two armies, there was Qin Zhenmeng's general Barbarian Ancestor holding two gilded sledgehammers in front of him, and 30,000 soldiers and horses rushed to kill, and then there was the tart with a gloomy face of the tart pulling 540,000 troops to open the way with cavalry, shield to kill, bow and arrow throwing to block their back road.

The road was scattered and roared again and again, and the soldiers and horses in their hands suffered heavy losses between the two directions, and the soldiers' hearts were scattered, and they all ran away towards a way of life left by the barbarian ancestor and Tart Ba Fifty.

Tart pulled out fifty straddles and rode war horses, waving the war knife in his hand, strolling leisurely between the battles in the military formation, his face was gloomy, and the smile was also bloodthirsty.

Tart Fifty was quietly transferred to the side line by Murong Qianxue as early as January, and was under the control of Qin Zhen, and when the Western Front fortress was broken by Qin Zhen, Qin Zhen dropped the Tart Fifty into the Western Front and hid in a mountain forest within the Western Front.

A total of 70,000 soldiers and horses were scattered and scattered by the 40,000 troops, plus the formation of the 50 tarts with the demeanor of a general, so that the roads and scattered fell into this carefully arranged net, and the 40,000 troops were to be devoured by the 50 tarts and the barbarian ancestors, and the 50 tarts and Qin Zhen were so appetizing.

Seeing that the general trend had gone, under the escort of a thousand personal soldiers around him, he rushed out of the way of life, and then Tart Ba Fifty and the Barbarian Ancestor sent five thousand cavalry to chase them out, led by Tart Ba Fifty himself.

Tart pulled out the two narrow blades on the waist of fifty, inserted into the scabbard, the black horse under the crotch sweated like blood, it was a sweaty and bloody horse, and the five thousand fine riding sabers behind him were held high, looking at the road in front of him and scattering a thousand soldiers.

The five thousand soldiers and horses behind the fifty are all from the nomadic people, good at salvo, everyone is a sharpshooter, they are all specially selected by the tart fifty, the tart fifty saw the road ahead and scattered in, waved his hand, he took the lead in pulling out the bow and arrow from behind him, a bow, the bowstring sounded, he looked coldly, the next breath, the hand was loosened, the bow and arrow rushed out, and an arrow will be tightly guarded by a guard behind the road and scattered to shoot.

As the first arrow of the tart pulled out fifty, followed by a rain of five thousand arrows, a burst of shots shot towards the road and scattered, between the collapse of the war horses, and the soldiers continued to fall off the horse after the road was scattered.

Pulling out fifty of the tart is another bow and arrow, and looking at the eyes, it is another arrow. Everyone in the world knows that the tart pulls the jade pot bow and arrow in the Qianxue army, but they don't know that the tart pulls out fifty is no less than the tart pulls the jade pot.

Fifty tarts are pulled, one arrow is one person, all of them are killed by an arrow through the back of the neck, and they don't shoot an arrow, and they all smile slightly.

Lu Ersan's chest had already been hit by a tart in the chaos of the army, and now the arrow wound was between the collapse of the war horse, cracking and coming, and the blood flowed.

The sweaty BMW under the fifty crotches is a thousand-mile horse, and the first ride is to rush into the road and scatter among the soldiers. When the war horse collapsed, the guards saw that the tart pulled fifty and rushed up to kill, and they all pulled the horse and reflexively killed the tart fifty.

Tart pull fifty, throw the longbow, hands like water, hold down the scabbard at the waist to see the knife flash, the two guards, stop in an instant, wait for the tart to pull fifty and they cut shoulders, the two people's necks slowly cut open, and their heads fell to the ground.

Tart Fifty smiled softly, licked the blood on his saber with his tongue, and spat it out with a mouthful of phlegm. Between the swings of his wrists, two war knives flew in his hands, creating ripples of sword light, and his face faintly appeared in the sword light.

The road was scattered, only to hear the sound of cavalry falling off the horse behind him, turned his head to see, tart pulling fifty away from his own only ten zhang away, his heart was more anxious, and he whipped the war horse again and again.

But in an instant, the horse rushed forward, and the horse landed on the ground. The road is scattered, and when the body kicks, it is rushed to the side and rolls. When he saw it, it turned out that the leg of his war horse had been cut off, and the long knife that had been cut off flew back into the hands of Tart Ba Fifty in a whirlwind.

The tart pulled out fifty bodies and flashed, dodging the siege of the two soldiers who were scattered by the road, the long knife in his hand turned, the blade crossed between the necks of the two of them, the war horse rushed forward, and the war knife cut off the heads of the two people.

"General, let's go!"

The guards next to him helped Lu Ershan to get on the horse, and several people surrounded Lu Ershan and rushed forward.

However, I saw that the 50 soldiers on both sides had already been outflanked, outflanked in front of Lu and San, and surrounded Lu and his personal guards.

In the middle of the fifty horses, the momentum of the war horses did not stop, and between the swings of the war swords, the guards fell one after another.

Tart Fifty rushed to the front of the road and scattered. Lu scattered and waved the spear in his hand and swept towards the tart and pulled fifty. Tart pulling fifty is a horse, the war horse jumps high, the horse turns, the tart pulls fifty backs to the road and scatters, the long knife in his hand is flicked, and the spiral kills scatter to the road.

Lu and scattered the spear, swept away the long knife, and then pulled out fifty bodies and jumped, the long knife in his hand flipped, the knife was light, and the road and scattered did not dare to shoot without permission for a while.

In the next moment, the fifty body of the tart turned around in the air, like a falling flower and a leaf, his figure was fluttering, and the long knife in his hand was cold and dazzling.

The tart pulled fifty-one to the ground, and the long knife in his hand was stained with blood.

As soon as he turned around, his head fell, and with a wave of his hand, the rest of the cavalry took their bows and shot arrows, killing him and his own soldiers.

Fifty-one picks up the scattered heads, mounts his horse, and turns away, leaving only dead bodies all over the ground.