The Xiliang cavalry has been crisscrossing the plains all their lives, how have they tried such a disadvantage, even though Yan Xing is brave, but at this time, he is like a strong man in a quagmire, he can't use his strength, and his heart is desperate and angry.

When he was hesitating, Zhang Xiu in front of him suddenly shook his spear, and he stabbed obliquely, Yan Xing was even more angry in his heart, thinking that this kid was still a defeated soldier of his own a few days ago, rolling in front of his horse, and now he is showing off his might?

Thinking of this, Yan Xing roared, and the spear swung horizontally, and he actually blocked Zhang Xiu's shot.

Zhang Xiu saw it in his eyes, but he didn't panic, he couldn't hit a single blow, and he didn't pursue, but retreated a few steps back, and said loudly: "Hanfeng Battalion, form a formation!" ”

When this formation was used, Yan Xing's heart was cold, because although Yan Xing had been familiar with military books since he was a child, he had never seen this strange formation. The battle consisted of about fifty spearmen, with the last row being the least numerous, each row in front of it had a few more men than it was behind, a bit like an inverted triangle, stupid but murderous.

"Damn, am I going to go to the Tao today?" Yan Xing secretly screamed in his heart, and cold sweat slowly flowed from his face.

In fact, it's no wonder that Yan Xing can't recognize it, this formation method is taught by Jia Xu, and Zhang Xiu only knew it a few days ago, it is called the Hongmeng formation, according to legend, it is a formation inspired by Pangu's axe when the world first opened, and its power lies in its strong defensive ability.

Just as Yan Xing hesitated, he saw the spear of the Hanfeng Battalion shining with cold light, and it actually rushed towards Yan Xing......

"What a bold ......" Yan Xing was a trapped beast at this time, seeing that the pikemen of the Hanfeng battalion were so arrogant, he had no fear in the face of himself, and at this juncture, Yan Xing was also aroused by the heroic heart, and with a roar, he rode his horse towards the spear array.

In fact, if you calculate the length, Yan Xing's spear is not much shorter than the spear of the Hanfeng battalion, so he will not have too much disadvantage, and the rest of the Xiliang cavalry is a long sword when it comes out of the scimitar, so this loss will be a big loss.

One inch long, one inch strong, that's true!

Yan Xing's spear danced, and gradually connected with the spearmen of the Hanfeng battalion in front of the Hongmeng Array, under this contact, the soldiers of the Hanfeng battalion only felt that Yan Xing's spear was infinitely powerful, and the tiger's mouth in his hand was in sharp pain, and the spear was slightly unstable.

But fortunately, these soldiers are all outstanding elites, and the Hongmeng Array pays attention to a concerted effort, although one or two people can't hold on, but the people next to them immediately come over to help, and under this gang, the spear is stable again.

Although Yan Xing's strength is infinite, no matter how great his strength is, he must not be able to compete with these fifty strong men with a strong body with the strength of one person, not to mention that Jia Xu's formation has the power of ghosts and gods, and the abilities of these fifty people are by no means simply added, but increase exponentially. In addition, Yan Xing was afraid that his war horse would be stabbed by a spear, and there were several back-and-forth conflicts, but Yan Xing was stunned and couldn't get out.

Seeing all this, Zhang Xiu stood behind and sneered: "Yan Xing, I think you are also known as the number one warrior in Xiliang, it seems that today is your death?" ”

When Yan Xing heard this, he just wanted to curse back, but when he looked back, he saw that most of his Xiliang cavalry behind him had been killed and wounded, and at this time, the two armored tigers were still gnawing at the war horses one by one, Yan Xing's heart was cold, and he actually had a desolate feeling: "Could it be that this battle is really my Yan Xing's last battle?" ”

Although victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, Yan Xing has never suffered such a defeat after all, how can he accept this?

At this moment, suddenly a bowstring sounded, only to see a white feather break through the air, not biased or oblique, and shot at Yan Xing's war horse, Yan Xing was still stunned, when he reacted, it was too late to save him, this arrow happened to shoot in the left eye of Yan Xing's crotch dismount, this old man who had followed Yan Xing for many years stood up and roared, which showed how much pain he suffered.

Yan Xing looked from afar, only to see Song Zhong holding the Divine Fire Bow, obviously the arrow he shot, even though Yan Xing was angry, he couldn't break out of the encirclement, he could only concentrate his anger on his strength, and vented all of it on the cold front camp in front of him.

The mourning soldiers will win, so Yan Xing actually saved some defeats, but unfortunately he got off his horse and blinded his left eye, and he could no longer maintain his balance, struggling for a while, and he fell down violently.

Yan Xing jumped high on the move, and suddenly crossed the formation of the Hanfeng Camp and rushed in front of Zhang Xiu!

Although Zhang Xiu was apprehensive about Yan Xing's martial arts, he couldn't get to the point of being afraid, after all, Zhang Xiu was known as the king of spears in the north, and he didn't boast about it.

Yan Xing had just landed, and before he could stand firmly, Zhang Xiu took a spear and used his marksmanship, which was the legendary Hundred Birds and Phoenix!

Yan Xing had long heard of the power of this marksmanship, and immediately not only slackened, but also waved his spear and fought with Zhang Xiu on the flat ground.

Zhang Xiu's marksmanship is proficient, his skills are exquisite, and ten rounds have passed in a blink of an eye, and he has not been defeated at all, but at this time Zhang Xiu is out of breath and his physical strength is already weak

Yan Xing should have gained the upper hand a long time ago, but now that he has suffered such a setback, he has not been able to alleviate it for a while, and he is still in a state of being stunned and stupid. In addition, Zhang Xiu recuperated very well this time, and the two actually tied within ten moves.

Yan Xing's spear is fierce, but now he is like a blind poisonous snake, without an accurate head, coming and going, and really losing his previous domineering.

Chen Yan was eager to try on the side, and Song Zhong was also holding the Divine Fire Bow and asked, "Leader, do you want to give him an arrow?" ”

Chen Yan waved his hand and said, "That's it, I think he is also a hero, let's let him die a glorious death, we can't do anything like a secret arrow hurting people." ”

Song Zhong didn't care, after all, Song Zhong was not a bright and upright person, if it weren't for Chen Yan, he would probably still be the second ancestor of Chang'an City who bullied the weak at this time, although he received Chen Yan's influence at this time, he had become a soldier who was willing to endure hardships and make meritorious contributions, but the cunning and slippery head in his bones still couldn't be changed. If it weren't for this, Yan Xing's war horse would not have been killed by the cold arrow he had just shot.

At this time, the Xiliang cavalry was almost wiped out under the siege of the Hanfeng battalion, and only a few cavalry were lucky enough to break through.

Yan Xing and Zhang Xiu had already passed forty or fifty moves, Yan Xing was panting, the spear was a little old, Zhang Xiu was wearing colors in many places, and blood flowed, but there was excitement and fierceness on a beautiful face, it seemed that even if he died, he had to pull Yan Xing.

Yan Xing didn't need to look back, he knew that he was the last survivor of the Xiliang cavalry, and he was still in the mood to sneer at this life-and-death juncture, only to hear him say: "What a Northland Spear King, what a Zhang Xiu...... What a cold front camp...... What a Chen Yan...... Planted in your hands, hum! Lao Tzu is not wronged! ”