At the critical moment, Luo Bei stepped forward and saved Yang Zaixing and Mu Xinrui.

Yang Zaixing repeatedly urged Mu Xinrui to leave as soon as possible, although Mu Xinrui intended to stay and did not want to live alone, but at this moment she also knew that if she really stayed, she could only affect the two of them.

So she took one last look at Yang Zaixing, and then glanced at the target of death on the opposite shore, and reluctantly stepped back.

Seeing that Mu Xinrui was beyond the range of the feather arrow, Yang Zaixing finally put his mind at ease, and he and Luo Bei looked at each other.

"Luobei, do you dare to rush up with me and save those innocent people of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Luo Bei greeted the dazzling sun, his heart was surprisingly calm at the moment, and after a short fight, he found that he had gradually adapted to such a tragic scene.

In front of them were snow-bright blades, elite cavalry that was enough to make the whole world tremble, and they had even suffered the losses of these people in the past.

But so what, at this moment, Luo Bei doesn't know where the strong courage comes from, and he also smiled proudly in the face of a strong enemy, although he still can't win the battle on the battlefield like Yang Zaixing, but at this time, he is really not afraid of being strong and not afraid of death.

With bizarre and fantastic experiences again and again, Luo Bei gradually understood that the powerful in the world are not only powerful and powerful, those who are truly strong may be able to kill tens of millions of people with a single wave, and winning a battle of 10,000 people is just a snap of a finger.

However, the truly strong-willed people, whether they are facing tens of millions of soldiers or strong martial arts, will not lose confidence and courage, which is why when they first entered the battlefield, they were blindfolded by a ray of blood, if Yang Zaixing did not appear in time, I am afraid that he would have died under the ordinary golden sword that does not know martial arts at all.

This is not because he is not as strong as Yang Zaixing, nor does it mean that he is stronger than Yang Zaixing, Yang Zaixing can move forward on the battlefield and gallop in the army of 10,000 people, which is always inseparable from his strong fighting spirit and courage and confidence to win.

Luo Bei nodded seriously, and then showed a calm smile.

"The golden soldiers are powerful, and they even have to face the black water cavalry with amazing combat power, aren't you afraid?" Yang Zaixing then asked.

Luo Beida laughed, and this time he didn't close his eyes in the face of the dazzling sun.

"If you're not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

So, the two of them carried countless galloping feather arrows all the way to the north bank of the Xiaoshang River.

The golden soldier with a sharp blade probably didn't expect that these two people could be so tenacious and even desperate.

He did not show mercy and ordered the killing of a group of prisoners.

The head fell to the ground, rolling from the bank to the bottom of the river, and blood gushed out and sprinkled everywhere on the riverbank.

Luo Bei saw the blood, and the powerful aura in his body seemed to be gradually awakening, but at this moment, he didn't want to lose his will and faith, he wanted to see with his own eyes every scene that would happen and face next.

Yang Zaixing rode a war horse, but if it was not as easy as Luobei to go uphill, Luobei lifted his breath and took off, and his body suddenly flipped in the air, this was the first time he jumped such a long distance.

He fell directly into the enemy's ranks, his hands like the wind, and his palms as heavy as thunderbolts.

The tiger first entered the wolf pack, and after getting close, even if the golden soldiers were brave and good at fighting, how could they be the opponents of Luobei who had improved a lot of martial arts?

After a while, there were many Jin soldiers who fell to the ground, and naturally no one had time to take care of those useless prisoners in the chaos, and Luo Bei said loudly: "Everyone don't run away quickly!"

At this time, Song Cai, who had already lost his survival, finally came to his senses, and fell into the Xiaoshang River with a rolling belt, and then didn't have time to think about it, and rushed desperately to the other bank.

Human nature is like this, when they lose the idea of survival, they don't even know how to resist or dodge in the face of the blade, but once someone lets them know that they still survive

When their desire to survive is activated, they are desperate to live.

Yang Zaixing and Luo Bei fought with the Jin soldiers while escorting many prisoners to flee to the other side.

He was also in front of the Black Water Cavalry, staring at it.

The Black Water Cavalry behind him was motionless, like a series of mountain peaks, without any pity or emotion in the face of the tragic battle.

This ruthlessness comes from the countless confronts of life and death and many killings.

Blood and life and death are probably the things that can make people grow in the world.

He suddenly stretched out a strong big hand, and he didn't say anything, but the guards around him came very quickly with an iron-tired hard bow.

A feathered arrow is long enough and heavy enough to be different from the bows and arrows held by others.

He also has great strength in his arms, and once followed the second prince Wanyan Zongwang to fight wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and later Zongwang became a general, so he always took him with him, and gradually made great achievements.

He slowly put the feather arrow on the bowstring, and with the strength of his arms, he pulled the bowstring full, like a silver moon that was about to be completed.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Yang Zaixing, who was not very far ahead, this time, he must take revenge for that shot.

Bringing the strength of the body to the extreme, the Jurchens were originally good at riding and shooting, and the Jurchens were also the best among the Jurchens.

A hundred steps through the poplar, the arrow is not missing.

The most important thing is that he rarely uses arrows, and even less ordinary arrows, because he is so powerful, so the bow he uses is an iron-tired bow that is heavier than an ordinary hardwood bow, and the arrows are much heavier.

A feather arrow turned into a beautiful arc, and galloped towards Yang Zaixing with a subtle sound that tore through the air.

He didn't let go of the bowstring quickly, his eyes were sparkling, waiting for the arrow to sink into his bones, and the comfort of hearing the sound of bones shattering, and the moment of relief when blood gushed out.

Yang Zaixing rode to chase the wind, holding a cold gun, still majestic, facing the Jin soldiers who kept coming up, he refused to let go of the way, leaving more time for those fleeing Great Song people.

His body was facing sideways, so he didn't see a series of movements of the other party pulling his bow and shooting arrows.

It wasn't until the feather arrow was about to get close that he felt a cold wind coming towards him.

But when he felt the arrival of the feather arrow, it was too late to dodge or resist, the spear had just pierced the body of a golden soldier, and before he could pull it out, the feather arrow had suddenly approached.

At the critical moment, Luo Bei's perception of danger far exceeded that of Yang Zaixing, who was a military general.

Without the afterglow of his eyes, he could feel the feather arrows galloping from a distance from the fluctuations of the air current, this feather arrow was different from the thousands of just now, and it was even more powerful.

He stared at it and saw that a feather arrow that pierced the air was shooting at Yang Zaixing, both accurate and ruthless, but Yang Zaixing did not find the danger at the first time.

Luo Bei didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't even have time to pick up any weapons, he could only fly away and use his body to resist this feather arrow that could completely kill Yang Zaixing.

Feathered arrows galloped, and the sound of breaking bones was heard.

Blood splattered like a fountain.

But it was not Yang Zaixing who was injured, but Luo Bei.

Luo Bei's heart was cold, and a heart-piercing pain hit his whole body.

He subconsciously grasped the hilt of the feather arrow with his hand, slowing down his strength and speed.

The blood and pain made his eyes shake for a while, a little blurry, and this time he clearly felt a bloody breath with heat coming from his body, even clearer and more real than other people's blood.

When Yang Zaixing turned around, he saw an extremely long feather arrow deep into Luo Bei's shoulder, and blood stained his entire clothes

Shirt.

He was shocked, and he also understood that the target of this feather arrow was himself, and Luo Bei quickly blocked this one-shot arrow for himself.

Yang Zaixing jumped off his horse, and in anger, the spear swept away, and several golden soldiers fell in a pool of blood again.

Drinking the siege of the Jin soldiers, he hurriedly came to Luo Bei's body, only to see that the arrow did not enter the body, and the arrow cluster came out through the chest, if Luo Bei didn't reach out in time to grab the handle of the arrow, I am afraid it would have passed through the chest, this power is obviously not something that ordinary people can have.

He looked angrily at the man who was still holding his bow and arrows, and his eyes were about to shoot fire.

"Brother Yang......"

Although Luo Bei's voice was a little weak, it was not yet completely unsupportable.

"Quickly escort the people away, I'm fine, I can still support ......"

Yang Zaixing grabbed Luo Bei's arm with one hand, making Luo Bei feel pain, he knew how important the battle-hardened but still young general in front of him was.

This is probably the reason why he is willing to go with him, Luo Bei thought in his heart.

At this time, he also looked at Luo Bei, who was injured and fell to the ground, and Yang Zaixing, who was angry, although his face did not show joy, he knew that these two people were not far from death.

Although there are many casualties among the Jin soldiers now, if they take off the heads of these two people and go back, it will naturally be a great achievement, and then Wanyan Wushu may let himself pass the merits.

Thinking of this, he said aloud: "The most elite Black Water Cavalry of the Dajin Kingdom, it's time for you to take action!"

Obviously, now apart from the more than a thousand Black Water Cavalry behind him, he doesn't have much strength to rely on.

The Black Water Cavalry does not move like a mountain, and when it moves, it sweeps the world.

Their bodies were still as steady as a rock, but the longbow and hard crossbow had quietly aimed at the two people in front of them, and even the countless Song people who kept escaping.

They will not pity these lives that have no meaning at all in their eyes, and the shooting of crossbow arrows is the so-called "indiscriminate attack".

There was no hesitation, no orders, but they fired their crossbow arrows almost simultaneously, which were much shorter than ordinary feathered arrows, but faster.

More than a thousand crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, and Yang Zaixing saw with his own eyes that countless dark and tiny spots were coming rapidly.

His heart began to sink, but he didn't panic, he just moved his body slightly, completely blocking Luobei, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

He knew that in the face of the thousands of feathered arrows fired by the Black Water Cavalry at the same time, even if he had four hands and two guns, it was impossible for him to be intact, let alone protect Luobei, who was seriously injured.

There was no trade-off between pros and cons, almost instinctively moving his body, he was holding the spear tightly with one hand, and the other hand was tightly gripping Luobei's arm.

"Boom, boom," the sound of countless crossbow arrows piercing the skin.

The fleeing people not far away also fell to the ground and never moved again.

Luo Bei saw arrows coming out of Yang Zaixing's body, densely packed, and turned his chest into a honeycomb.

Blood kept flowing out from the arrows of the crossbow arrows and his chest, dripping on Luo Bei's face, wet, and extremely uncomfortable.

Yang Zaixing's eyes were wide open, as if he was still looking into the distance.

However, from that moment on, there was no further blink.

Luo Bei felt as if his heart was about to jump out, and he broke free from the hand that Yang Zaixing was still holding tightly, regardless of the huge pain coming from his body.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang......" he shouted loudly, but there was no answer.

A very bad thought came to my mind.

Yang Zaixing is dead, he is dead.

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