With a "dang" sound, Fu Laoba's long knife was picked off, and the empty door was wide open. Xie Yaohuan took the opportunity to stab him in the chest with a sword, and Fu Laoba made a move with his left hand at the moment before the sword, and a short blade flew out of his sleeve and nailed to Xie Yaohuan's right rib. Xie Yaohuan didn't have time to pull out the hidden weapon, but when he heard the wind behind him, he pierced the long sword from under his ribs and tried to force Fu Laosi to retreat. Who wants Fu Lao Si to have already made up his mind to die, threw the long knife at Xie Yaohuan, and he swung his palms and slapped it at the back of her heart. Xie Yaohuan first twisted slightly to the left to dodge the whistling long knife, but because he affected the wound on the right side, he couldn't help but retreat, and the long sword went straight into Fu Laosi's lower abdomen. However, Fu Laosi's palms did not hit the back of the heart because of Xie Yaohuan's unstable body, but they also struck her horizontally.

I saw Xie Yaohuan's figure twisted in mid-air, and when he turned around, his right hand had already pulled out the short blade of his right rib and shot at Fu Laosi, and the latter was stabbed into the heart because he was unable to dodge the sword first, and fell on his back, and he was immediately exhausted.

Xie Yaohuan's injury was really not light, Fu Laosi's last blow almost shook her heart and veins, and Fu Laoba's hidden weapon almost injured her internal organs before, but fortunately he didn't simmer poison on the hidden weapon, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable. She struggled to get up, staggered to Fu Laosi's corpse and pulled out the "Purple Jade Sword", and then took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine powder from her arms, poured it on her right hand and covered the wound a little. Then he held the sword in his left hand and wiped the blood stains on Fu Laoba's body before returning the sword to the sheath.

"Purple Wing Caifeng, it really lives up to its name!" A cheer came from behind Xie Yaohuan. When she turned around, she found that a masked man in white was already standing behind her, but the voice should have been a young man in his twenties.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Xie Yaohuan asked coldly.

"I was the one who received the goods, but at this time it seems that the goods I received are no longer here. Then, there is only the first to retire. The man in white turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop!" Xie Yaohuan reluctantly shouted, "With me here, you don't want to rob and kill the prince!"

"Lady Xie doesn't have to waste her time, my son is no longer interested, and he doesn't have the kung fu to kill you. But you have repeatedly disrupted the situation, and you can't be spared!" As soon as the words fell, only the sound of stepping into the air was heard, and Xie Yaohuan was already surrounded by thirteen black-clothed people.

"Flying Blood Thirteen Wolves!" Xie Yaohuan couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, but he could only watch the man in white calmly leave......

"Hold on, Your Highness! as long as you can hold on a little longer, the old man and my master will rush over!" Yang Lian comforted the prince who was struggling to support him in the field.

"Hahaha, Yang Lian, don't be delusional! Even if Situ Lao'er and Gui Laotou can survive, they can only collect your corpses!"

"What?!" General Situ was shocked when he heard this.

"It's nothing, go and ask them yourself when you get to the Netherworld!" said the other party's hand.

After Situ Si came out of Shaolin Temple, he said goodbye to Xiao Fei, Situ Shenjian, and Zhou Lingfeng, and looked for Situ Chao and his wife first, while Xiao Fei and the three of them wanted to find Han Yubing and then go to meet them, and Han Deng currently had no plans to go down the mountain now. Finally, two days ago, General Situ caught up with Situ Chao and his wife, Situ Chao and his wife ordered the four of them to quickly support the prince, while he and his wife were looking for the four seas. I'm afraid that only the four seas in the whole world can make the prince unharmed.

And now it seems that Situ Chao and his wife and Gui Sihai have been robbed and killed. In fact, the other party didn't need to use a master to deal with the three of them, he only needed to send more people to drag them down, and wait until the prince and his party were subdued. Although the combination of Situ and the four generals is infinitely powerful, they are still powerless in front of hundreds of martial arts masters, and the four of them are not good at horse fighting, and the opponent's crotch is a good horse in a thousand. Although Leng Qiuhe's riding skills are strong and his martial arts are high, he does not dare to leave the prince for a moment. Fortunately, the other party didn't want to kill the prince, otherwise the six of them would be alive now!

"Your Highness, I'm afraid these people are not my people of the Ming Dynasty!" Leng Qiuhe shouted to the crown prince violently.

"What did you say?!"

"It's very likely that they're Warats!" Leng Qiuhe said as he stared at the men who were galloping like the wind in the field. With such a fierce war horse, such skillful riding skills, coupled with this scimitar and battle axe, Leng Qiuhe can determine that they are Warat people, at least more than half of them are Warat people.

"Boy, good eyesight! worthy of being the son of Leng Tiexuan!" a big man raised his saber and rode towards Leng Qiuhe.

"Are you the official army of Warat?" Leng Qiuhe was shocked when he heard this, and only the Warat military would care so much about his identity as the "son of Leng Tiexuan". Leng Qiuhe's father, Leng Xuan, and Wara Jun used to call him "Leng Tiexuan", because of his iron bucket-like defense, Leng Xuan once left an unforgettable impression on them. Hearing this, Leng Qiuhe understood why he and the prince were captured alive. However, how did so many Warat troops come to the Central Plains without knowing it?

The man's arm strength was extremely strong, and the intersection of the two blades shook Leng Qiuhe's mouth numbly, "Hey, the son of Leng Tiexuan is nothing more than that!"

When Leng Qiuhe heard this, he snorted coldly, and the spear shook, and the spear trembled and jumped in his hand as if it was alive, and the head of the spear never left three inches from the enemy's body. The enemy general did not dare to be careless, and drew his sword to block and calmly responded to the battle.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion on the periphery, and immediately dozens of horses blew towards the chaotic place. But immediately there was the mournful cry of horses, and there was more than one horse, and there should be about a dozen of them listening to the movement.

The Warat general hurriedly shook off the Leng Qiu River, turned the horse's head, and galloped in the direction of the man's roaring horse, and immediately made up a few horsemen behind him to surround the Leng Qiu River.

I saw a black-clothed young man standing in the distance, with the corpses of more than a dozen horses and several soldiers lying beside him, and the long knife in his hand was still dripping with blood. Step by step, the young man was approaching the heart of the melee in the field.

"Stop him!" the general of Warat ordered loudly, and all the knights around him let out a roar in unison, waving their swords and running towards the black-clothed young man, with a terrifying momentum.

The black-clothed young man raised his head suddenly, and his pair of deep eyes reflected a strong murderous intent without concealment, this kind of look even the general of Wara, who had been on the battlefield for more than 20 years, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and subconsciously swelled up with fear. Although the general of Warat is a fierce person, at this time, he also thinks that Leng Qiuhe, who is like a god of marksmanship, is much cuter than this black-clothed star. Therefore, after making eye contact with the man in black, he turned his horse's head and ran towards Leng Qiuhe, selflessly giving up the newly joined man in black to the rest of the generals.

As soon as the general's mount galloped out of about ten zhang, he heard a scream behind him. By the time Lerma turned around, the scene in front of him had become a living hell. I saw that the man in black danced like a gust of wind with a single knife, and his own people and horses were all in the center of the wind and waves, and from time to time stumps and broken arms flew out of the wind. Even though he had seen the dangers of the battlefield, he had never witnessed the slaughter of a single man in the cavalry camp.

"It's Brother Han who has arrived!" Chen Zhu in the field was overjoyed, the expected old owner and Gui Sihai had not arrived, but this killing star had come, and it seemed that Situ Shenjian and others were also about to arrive.

Leng Qiuhe picked a few generals in a row, and took advantage of the opportunity to stand tall on the horse, although after many years, he still recognized at a glance that the person who came was Han Yubing, the "midnight bat" who ranked last in the Tianhan Gate. At this time, Han Yubing's murderous nature was rising, and a single knife used the extreme of anger and hatred, and there seemed to be a faint thunder in the whistling knife wind, which was wreaked havoc in the chaotic army. All the soldiers are forced by their momentum, and it is difficult to have a united enemy. Han Yu's ice knife roared vigorously, cutting down the nearest cavalry, while the remaining horses were galloping in all directions, and many cavalry on the periphery were also thrown off their horses by their own mounts, and there were countless casualties under the chaotic hooves.

When he saw that the situation was in chaos before, he had no intention of fighting Han Yubing, and even Leng Qiuhe bypassed, and drove his horse directly to take the prince Zhu Jianshen in the "Beads and Matches" array.

"Thief, where to go!" Leng Qiuhe shouted, picked up his gun and chased after the general, killing countless people along the way, but the Hu people were not afraid of death, and there were still countless enemy horsemen along the way, which made Leng Qiuhe fall behind the general, Leng Qiuhe still couldn't break through after the hard work, so he could only hope for the four generals of the second senior brother Situ Shenjian.

When the soldiers besieging the four generals of Situ saw their main generals coming, more than ten horsemen immediately withdrew from the battle circle and besieged the Leng Qiu River to make way for the main generals. The general took the lead, and the saber slashed at Yang Lian at the head of the formation. Yang Lian ignored the saber as nothing, and stabbed out the eye of the horse with a sword, and Wang He behind him handed out a move, swinging a fan to block a knife for Yang Lian. The general also hurriedly swung his sword to save the horse, but saw Yang Lian's wrist shake, and the tip of the sword slashed towards his wrist, and the general couldn't help but pull the reins of the horse with his left hand, took a step back, and put the knife across his chest. Situ Si General did not pursue again, returned to his original formation, and waited for the battle.

After a little contemplation, the general knew the subtlety, although the four of them relied on the advantages of the formation, but the blade was short, and they did not practice equestrianism, so they still had a great advantage in holding a saber as a horseman. And the other party is also well aware of this principle, so it is mainly defensive, to take the tactics of defending against people and horses, as long as they save the horse, they will inevitably lean down, which will give the two people with swords in front of the battle an opportunity, but if they do not save the horse, the horse will die. What a delicate formation technique, Fan Jiang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.