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Burst!

A splash of blood!

A sturdy golden-armored warrior screamed, and a long knife was stuck in his bare belly.

Brush!

The long knife was quickly withdrawn.

The Great Golden Armorer's body collapsed to the ground with a limp, and Bai Huahua's stomach flowed to the ground.

Feng Bao lightly pulled the knife flower, looked at the red blood stain on Xueliang's blade, and then looked at the dead body under his feet, and nodded with great satisfaction.

As the youngest and most promising general in the Great Zhou Imperial Forest Army, Feng Bao was very confident in his sword skills and skills.

He joined the army at the age of thirteen, opened the Qi Mansion at the age of fifteen, and was directly selected as the guard of the Great Inner Forbidden Palace, and entered the peak realm of the True Qi Realm at the age of twenty, and was promoted to the third level within three years.

This time, he was selected as the deputy general of the accompanying Imperial Forest Army of Xueyuan's second alliance, and became the deputy of Wang Xiao, the god general of the Great Zhou, Feng Bao was very satisfied with this.

However, just when he was looking forward to the position of the great god of the Great Friday in the future, the moon picking tower collapsed.

Just when the rocks were flying and everyone was dumbfounded, Feng Bao unexpectedly received Wang Xiao's secret order: "Quickly attack and kill the Dajin army and horses." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Bao immediately led all the Royal Forest soldiers and horses on Qingshi Street to attack the Dajin sergeant on the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and immediately attacked and killed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire bluestone street immediately fell into a scuffle.

In addition to the piles of rubble formed by the collapse of the platform, all that remained of the entire bluestone street was the sound of swords and the screams of one after another.

What followed was chaos and cries throughout Snow Abyss City.

The cries of countless men, women, and children were mixed between the chickens and dogs, and all the people in the north and south cities were full of horror and panic on their faces.

At this moment, everyone's fate seems to be walking on a tightrope.

Feng Bao looked at the corpses scattered around him, as well as the black smoke rising from all directions of the entire city, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

Feng Bao firmly believes that for ordinary people, war may only mean blood and tears, but for himself, it is the best opportunity. After this battle, what awaits him may be another wide golden avenue, and the silver armor on his body may soon be replaced by a higher-level gold armor.

As soon as he thought of this, the sword light flashed again, and several more golden armor soldiers fell under Feng Bao's body.

Feng Baobao stepped on the rotten head of one of the corpses, his eyes full of fanaticism.

However, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came into Feng Bao's ears.

Before Feng Bao could react, several black-armored iron horses appeared out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, they came to Feng Bao.

The cold light flashed, Feng Bao only felt a flower in front of him, a cold arm, and then, a hot current gushed out from his left shoulder.

Feng Bao was stunned, looked down, and saw that his left arm had been broken at the shoulder, and his bloody left hand happened to fall on the rotten head at his feet.

"Ahh

A burst of heart-piercing pain hit, and Feng Bao screamed.

Then, the body staggered backwards, and finally leaned against the wall of the bluestone street, single-handedly stabbing the ground, barely supporting the shaking body.

Several black shadows suddenly jumped into view at this moment.

Feng Bao raised his head tremblingly, three black knights wearing hideous masks, black armor, short black cloaks on their backs, and scimitars on their waists were staring at him coldly, and the eyes of the three black horses under their crotches also seemed to have a trace of coldness.

Judging from the breath, these three people are all at the peak level of the True Qi Realm, and they seem to be only one step away from the True Yuan Realm.

"Ironclad Dead Rider?!"

Looking at the three knights who seemed to come from hell, Feng Bao shouted in horror as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"How...... Possibly?!...... Isn't it far away in the Yunyuan Mountain Range? Tianqi Wei has probed that the sergeants stationed outside the northern city of Dajin do not have the existence of ironclad dead horses!"

Feng Bao asked with a trembling disbelief.

"You don't need to know!"

In the middle of the middle, a black-armored knight made a dark, stiff sound in his throat, as if it was squeezed out of a pile of minced meat.

When Feng Bao heard this, he almost collapsed on the spot.

At this moment, the black-armored knight slowly raised the scimitar unsheathed in his hand.

This scimitar has a strange shape, like a crescent moon with a faint cold light on one eyebrow, but at this moment, there is a faint trace of blood on top of this eyebrow crescent, which is caused by cutting off Feng Bao's arm just now.

A trace of strange true qi was slowly emerging from the scimitar, wrapping around the blade of the scimitar twice. Between the agitation and hovering, it was as if a poisonous snake was wrapping around the scimitar and swallowing the snake letter.

It's really angry!

And it can be controlled to such a delicate degree!

Feng Bao looked at the scene, his heart was terrified, and he struggled to stand firm, but unfortunately the blood gushing out of the broken arm on the left side almost made him faint at any time, where could he make more movements!

Brush!

The figure of the black-armored knight on the opposite side flashed and disappeared on the horse, and the action was so fast that it was astonishing!

The knife flashed, and Feng Bao's eyes flashed again.

Hearing the sound of Sen Leng's blade breaking through the air, Feng Bao's heart sank, and he closed his eyes miserably.

The glorious career, the shining golden armor, the envious eyes of everyone in the past, everything, will completely leave him in the blink of an eye.

Feng Bao finally couldn't hold back and shouted: "I'm unwilling!"

Poop!

There was a crunch of metal impact!

Immediately after, a staggering sound of backward footsteps and several exclamations and neighing of horses reached Feng Bao's ears.

Feng Bao was shocked!

It seems that the expected death has not come!

Feng Bao immediately opened his eyes, but everything that came into his eyes made him dumbfounded.

A young man dressed in the costume of the Great Zhou Guard, holding a short sword in his hand, was standing in front of him with his back to him.

The black-clad knight with the scimitar in his hand was looking at the boy with a hint of surprise, while the other two black-clad knights beside him were thrown to the ground by their own mounts, and they got up in disarray, and then unsheathed their knives and surrounded the boy on either side as if they were facing a great enemy.

As for the three black horses, they were kicking back and forth at the moment, and their steps were faintly retreating, and there was a faint hint of fear in their original eyes, as if the young man's image in his pupils was a more terrifying existence.

Feng Bao looked at all this and couldn't believe his eyes.

Who is this teenager?

When was there such a figure in the Great Inner Forbidden Palace?

Judging from the aura emanating from this young guard, it is clear that he is the same as himself at the peak of the True Qi Realm martial artist, but why is it that looking at the back alone, there is a hint of unattainable feeling?

Feng Bao only felt that his past glory and self-confidence were gone at this moment, and words such as genius that were advertised as being advertised disintegrated at this moment.

Feng Bao leaned against the wall tremblingly, his eyes were full of confusion, as if he had forgotten the danger he was in at the moment.

However, the three black-armored knights had already shifted their focus to the strange young man in front of them.

"Who are you?"

The black-clad warrior in the middle pointed his scimitar at the young man and shouted in a deep voice.

The young man said slowly with a calm face: "Undertaker, Xiao Yin. ”