The four soldiers and horses were still attacking the huge camp of the Silky Horse, and a large cart pulled by six horses was surging towards this side at this time.

The fighting on the northern periphery of the Schug tribe continued, and the men, women, and children of the Schud tribe mixed with the soldiers, using flesh and blood, piling up in front of the Tang army's soldiers.

"These are really deadly!" Zhang Yi gasped for breath with his spear, his feet were full of corpses of the Devils, and there were layers of people in front of him.

"Crazier than all the Tibetans I've ever seen......"

Ge Shuhan spat out a mouthful of saliva, the handle of the knife in his hand was a little slippery, and the soldiers around him still maintained the military formation, moving towards the king's tent little by little.

"In the second column behind, the bow is ......"

A lieutenant shouted, and when he turned back, he saw a commotion in the rear, and then a column of figures ran away left and right, he squinted his eyes, and saw clearly what was rushing up behind him by the light of the fire around him, his eyes shrank instantly, and he hurriedly ran to the side to get out of the aisle.

There was no time to shout, the cart pulled by the six horses had already rushed past him, and in the distance, Zhang Yi and Ge Shuhan, who were still fighting, heard the movement, as well as the sound of people dodging and shouting in the rear.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Yi turned his head, the strong wind blew, and a familiar cart rushed to the front of him from his side, with the neighing of war horses and the rolling of wheels.

On the chariot, the mighty and tall figure, the big man hunted and flew in the wind, and the sword of the Xia King in one hand and the reins in the other hand The war horse running at high speed crashed into the pile.

"Kill me—"

Su Chen's figure roared out on the chariot, and the Xia Wang Sword in his hand 'buzzed' across the right side of the chariot, directly setting off a long line of blood in the crowded crowd, and the man who was knocked down by six galloping war horses was instantly trampled under the churning iron hooves.

On the swaying carriage and inside the carriage, there was the heroic laughter of many emperors who 'hummed haha'.

"Haha! There is the heroism of chasing thousands of armies by myself back then! Liu Yu laughed the loudest.

Liu Xie had never been on the battlefield, he squatted on the roof of the car and kept pointing at Su Chen, "A barbarian jumped up here!" ”

In response to him, it was Su Chen who probed his hand with a sword, and accurately slashed back the scarlet man who jumped into the air, he practiced "Martial God Gangqi" for a long time, and after entering the grassland, he had broken through the second layer and moved towards the third layer, and the internal force and strength had become extremely large, and the ordinary sword slash was much greater than the full force of the Jianghu Ke in the five-grade realm.

Of course, if he is surrounded by a huge crowd, he will be tired to death.

However, now that there is Zhao Kuangyi's secret technique, Su Chen feels that it is like a no-man's land, it is extremely convenient to control the war horse, the speed is terrifying, and there is no obstacle that cannot be passed.

"No wonder back then, Zhao Kuangyi drove the donkey cart faster than the cavalry, I really doubt that he really has the ability......

At the moment when his thoughts were flying, the ancestral locomotive had already entered the crowd for more than ten feet, Su Chen moved the reins to the left, and the six war horses that were galloping immediately turned out of an arc, and the carriage threw out a beautiful elegance in a group of emperors laughing, and Jia Xu in the car was inertia attached to the wall of the carriage, and his face was almost squeezed and deformed.

Daoist Li walked on his horse, but he was not affected.

Turning the arc, bypassing the ancestral chariot that rejected the horse in front of him, the fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, Su Chen, who killed the red eye, frantically swung his sword left and right, the long sword body did not have any gorgeous skills, and two or three people were slashed to the ground, and many people were startled by the 'chariot' that suddenly came in at high speed, and many people were knocked down and trampled by the war horse before they could react, or were slashed and killed by Su Chen's sword.

At this time, there were still more than 300 zhang away from the king's tent.

Su Chen let go of the reins, reached outside with his left hand and grabbed it, and raised a spear that had been pierced into his hand, and the moment his mind moved, the figure of Li Shimin, who was interested on the roof of the car, disappeared.

The next moment.

Su Chen opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was the emperor who had a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in his eyes, the sword of King Xia in one hand and the spear in the other, standing on the chariot like an emperor overlooking all living beings in the world.

- Heavenly Khan!

In an instant, around, and even in front of the carriage, a trembling feeling rose in the hearts of the people one by one for no reason, and they almost instinctively retreated left and right, and even Su Chen's sword and spear stabbed at them, and they couldn't muster the courage to resist.

Behind the horse's body, Zhang Yi and Ge Shuhan, who were stunned for a moment, were then swept by Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and thousands of Youyan troops who came from the impact, and Zhang Yi shouted: "What's the matter? Why did the king rush to the front?! ”

Xu Chu turned around honestly and roared: "The king horse is shocked!" ”

"Help!" Many soldiers came to their senses in an instant, which was more than the merit of killing the scarlets.

In an instant, all the people who were still advancing in the military formation, together with the five thousand Youyan Army comrades who had come in behind, frantically rushed into the gap that had just been plowed out by the ancestral locomotive.

As soon as Dian Wei entered the pile, his eyes instantly turned red, the knotted muscles propped up his arm, the armor pieces were squeezed and cracked, and every step he took left deep footprints on the ground, and the double halberd waved wildly in the pile, and every time he swung it, he could cut the person's entire body in two, or fly into the sky.

Like a demon god, he rushed forward with the queue behind him, and the halberds were full of the blood and flesh of the Tyrants.

"King, Chu came to save you-"

On the side of Dian Wei's parallel, Xu Chu rode on horseback and the tiger's whiskers were angry, and the voice of the urn was like thunder exploding in people's ears at this moment.

The rushing cavalry and herdsmen, men, women, and children, all slashed flesh and blood under his tiger-headed sword, and their heads and stumps flew away.

……

The King's Tent.

The Devil stood in front of his large chair, listening to the chaotic sounds outside, his old body swaying weakly, his cloudy eyes bloodshot.

He knew that the Yan people were still killed, but he didn't speak angrily, just looked at the tent calmly and quietly, the fire spreading out, and the cavalry of the Yan Kingdom was pushing towards his king's tent from the sea of fire in the east.

"How will I give in." The ghost moved his dry lips and whispered, closed his eyes almost tiredly, raised the porcelain bottle in his hand, and tilted his head down.

More than a dozen red pills were swallowed into his stomach.

In an instant, the bloodshot in his eyes became denser, and his thin neck, wrinkled forehead, and green tendons on the back of his hands bulged.

The maid next to her stepped forward worriedly, and he grabbed her neck.

Click-

It was the sound of bones breaking.

……

Wow!

The white horse neighed outside the king's tent, a figure in a white robe and silver armor rode on the back of a war horse, extremely skilled equestrianism bypassed the obstruction of a large number of king's tent guards, the strip of cloth wrapped in his hand had been invaded red by blood, and the green sword in his other hand kept dripping with blood.

The people who crossed the scarf, the sword and the spear opened the bow left and right, and opened a gap, which could not be more than ten zhang straight through the tent of the king of the Khan of the scarcity.

On the other side, Huo Qubing also rode over, the two rushed into the tent with a tacit understanding on the left and right, and what caught their eyes was the corpse of a maid lying next to the brazier, a thin old man's jacket was open, revealing a shriveled chest and stomach, and a snowy scimitar in his hand, which did not match his figure at all.

When there were royal tent guards in the rear, Zhao Yun raised his gun to block Huo Quai, who wanted to kill Huo Qubing in the tent: "Champion Hou, you go and lead the cavalry, and leave it to me here." ”

"Be careful." Huo Quzhi was able to say these words to Zhao Yun, which was a kind of recognition of Zhao Yun, and when the words fell, he backhanded the sword of the royal tent and approached the royal soldiers, turned the horse's head and rushed straight to the people who surrounded him.

Zhao Yun turned over and dismounted, patted the horse's ass with a sword, and the white horse ran out of the king's tent with humanity.

Immediately, Zhao Yun kicked under his feet, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and rushed towards the ghost who was standing in front of the chair, who lightly raised the huge scimitar, and with a bang, blocked the chopped green sword, and his thin figure was almost at the same time, slightly on one side, avoiding the gentian spear that was also stabbed.

Turning around and dodging, the scimitar that collided with the Qingyu Sword was retracted, the open leather jacket was lifted, and the scimitar in the hand of the ghost reflected the lights in the tent and the bonfire drew a huge cold light.

Poop!

The body of the gun trembled, and the strips of cloth tied to Zhao Yun's hands were all broken in an instant, and the surging knife qi lifted the armor leaves on Zhao Yun's body one by one, and fell back one by one.

The moment this blow passed, he pulled out the ghost, the knife pulled him, almost spun up, and one after another kept slashing at the gun blocked by Zhao Yun, smashing out sparks.

The thin body erupted with power that did not belong to him, and the strength was rising every time, if it weren't for the weapon being re-forged by the cold iron, it would have been split long ago.

At the moment when the seventeenth knife slashed through the barrel of the gun, the Qingyu sword in Zhao Yun's other hand slashed out, and was grabbed by the ghost with his bare hands, he raised his foot and kicked out, Zhao Yun also raised his foot and kicked out, and the soles of the two of them collided together, making a muffled sound.

The two of them took a few steps back together, and Zhao Yun threw the gentian in his hand, and the ghost of the scarlet pulled out sideways to avoid it, and the spear nailed the first big chair to pieces.

The Grimace wore an open leather jacket, almost bald on top of his head, a few strands of hair hanging down his shoulders, and the huge scimitar slowly lifted from his hand.

"Decades ago, I was the first warrior of the grassland, and decades later, I am still the ......"

Zhao Yun untied his cloak and iron helmet and threw it to the ground, clenched the Qingyu sword and slowly pointed at the other party, "A million army, I come and go naturally, not to mention the little barbarian!" ”

The voice was filled with murderous intent, and his face showed anger, and the blade almost brought up an afterimage, killing with the other party.

……

Outside the king's tent, thousands of swords and blades swung and slashed, blood and stumps burst and splashed, and the ancestral locomotive running at high speed rushed away from the last crowd.

"The Devil—"

Su Chen picked up the rushing cavalry with a spear, and rushed to the king's tent in the carriage, inside the sword light and sword shadow, the fire swayed, and the sound of gold and iron striking like 'baba' sounded.

"Don't come here, King!"

Zhao Yun's voice sounded inside, and the next moment, a figure tore open the felt and fabric of the king's tent, and flew sideways towards the ancestral coffin that was also rushing towards it.

It was a thud.

The swords collided, the scimitar slammed into the Xia Wang sword, and the air wave shot out from the two of them in an instant, the reins of the cart were broken, the war horse shook and fell to the ground, the wheels could not bear it, the click was broken, and the carriage was crooked.

Su Chen's body was blown away, his armor burst out, and the ghost who rushed out of the king's tent also flew back, flipped in mid-air, landed with both feet, stepped on the splashing earth and rocks, and slid backwards a few steps with all his strength.

"King!" Zhao Yun rushed outside a few steps and suddenly stopped.

A tall and mighty figure hanging the sword of King Xia walked in from the torn crack of the king's tent, the lights in the tent showed his outline, and the mountain armor on his body was cracking and falling inch by inch, and the figure who came in tore off the breastplate and the military uniform together and threw them to the ground.

In the light and shadow, the outline of the muscles appeared stronger and more three-dimensional, and in a moment, the voice of the Xia King of the Yan Kingdom sounded in the king's tent.

"The knife in your hand is good!"

(End of chapter)