The afterglow of the setting sun shines brightly in the river. The three of them flew off their horses and drank a few sips of cold and biting river water, which had a special taste in their hearts.

Yan Shan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "This Li Jishen really doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin." It seems that there is still a big vote. Otherwise, even if we return to Xiliang, it will be difficult to achieve great things. ”

Li Rendao's expression was gloomy, but his eyes were full of firmness and determination, and he said in a deep voice: "I listen to Brother Yan." ”

Li Ruoxian also nodded slightly towards Yan Shan.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and said slowly: "Tonight, they will definitely be prepared, and their strength will be several times that of last night." It's going to be an uphill battle. ”

Li Rendao said loudly: "In order to quell the rebellion, I am willing to pay any price, even if it is at the expense of my life. ”

"Ambitious!" Yan Shan couldn't help but admire.

Li Rendao's face showed a hint of guilt, and he muttered, "Brother Yan, I've been involved with you." ”

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and said casually: "Brother Li said this, then he will see the outside." Also, I got paid. ”

Li Rendao smiled and suddenly brightened.

Li Ruoxian couldn't help but glance at Yan Shan, but his eyes showed gratitude.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire.

In the vast night, the faint moonlight, the five camps form horns with each other, which can be attacked and defended. At the edge of the camp, the fire flickered, and nothing could be hidden. Three steps and one post, strictly waiting.

Not far away, the three of them looked indifferent, their eyes were firm, and they quickly swept out and went straight to the camp.

Figures flickered, and braziers were kicked into the camp. Suddenly, the flames were everywhere, and the shouts of the sentinels came and went.

A moment later, hundreds of Western Xia warriors poured out like a tide, their uniforms neat and each holding their blades.

In order to prevent night attacks, the Western Xia cavalry made preparations, but it was expected that the three would not dare to come. However, the three of them knew that the other party had been prepared, but they were not afraid, and their courage and determination can be imagined.

One person snorted coldly: "Look for death!"

The three of them looked calm, swung their swords and slashed into the crowd, resolutely. On this trip, they came to deter their opponents, and bloody killings were enough, so why waste their lips and tongues?

The melee began.

Yan Shan pinched the sword trick in his hand and rushed back and forth among the enemy troops along a strange trajectory. Each swing of the sword is slashed through the throat with the sharpest sword, as if after a precise calculation, the rusty long sword will leave a shallow blood mark on the enemy's throat, and a sword will seal the throat. He knew in his heart that this would be a protracted battle, and his physical strength, energy, and internal strength must be saved.

Li Ruoxian's footwork is light and agile, his body is elegant, and his sword is as fast as the wind. A sword stabs out, retreats with a touch, and a sword seals the throat, as fast as lightning. True Qi can be saved, and she doesn't want to fall down with all her strength before she completely annihilates the enemy. As a last resort, she cut an arc. Wherever the sword qi passed, blood splattered, bloody and cruel.

Li Rendao is a fierce tiger in the mountains, unstoppable. The purple sword light swayed, he was possessed like a demon god, killing the enemy like chopping melons and vegetables, bloody and cruel. He knew it was going to be a long battle. However, he had no choice. He will continue to kill until all the enemies are down.

The warriors of Western Xia were brave and fearless, and they were extremely fierce, but they could not make up for the huge gap in martial arts cultivation. In a short time, the Western Xia warriors had suffered heavy casualties. They tried to distance themselves from the trio and shot them with a crossbow. However, the speed of the three bodies was far above them, and they kept rushing through the crowd.

In this battle, cavalry was no different from infantry, and war horses and bows and arrows did not play any role at all.

The rusty sword was like a hell's scythe, and corpses littered the ground wherever it passed. Unconsciously, everyone felt a chill down their spines and fear. However, all in vain. Yan Shan's eyes were cold, and he was ruthless under the sword.

The sword is a weapon that exists purely for the purpose of killing, the king of a hundred soldiers, the supreme and noble, once unsheathed, you must go all out. Ruthlessness under the sword, this is the minimum respect, both for the sword itself, and for the opponent. Perhaps only this kind of swordsmanship can truly interpret the true meaning of the sword.

Li Ruoxian responded calmly and calmly. In the continuous killing, Qinglian's swordsmanship also gradually improved inadvertently.

Li Rendao gradually felt powerless. But at every critical moment, the rusty long sword will always come suddenly, kill the strong enemy, and then go away. Li Rendao had no worries in his heart, and went all out to let it go. If it is honed in this kind of killing, its combat power will surpass that of martial arts cultivation.

Unconsciously, the murderous qi accumulated, and the Heavenly Evil Heart Method broke through from the peak of the fifth layer to the sixth layer, the internal force doubled, and the true qi flowed continuously.

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

Suddenly, everyone's hearts trembled and froze in place.

Yan Shan swept out with his sword, as fast as a ghost. The rusty sword slashed through the enemy's throat at great speed. In a few breaths, dozens of people were killed. The horror of the sword intent of the sword is self-evident.

Li Ruoxian's heart trembled, and then he came back to his senses. The Qing Ying Sword was as fast as lightning, and it kept stabbing out, killing more than a dozen people just when the enemy was stunned.

Li Rendao came back to his senses almost at the same time as the Western Xia warriors, and the fight continued, resolutely.

This sword intent is indeed terrifying, but the consumption of internal strength and energy is also extremely serious. At this time, the Heavenly Evil Heart Method had reached the sixth layer, and the enemy was already at the end of his powerful crossbow, and he could squander it again. However, he did not do so. On the battlefield, the fighter plane is changing rapidly, and he understands it well.

The overall situation has been decided, and the victory and defeat have been divided. However, the Western Xia warriors still persisted. They are red-eyed, on the verge of collapse, like wild beasts, endlessly rushing and killing, perhaps death in battle is the best destination.

In the face of the dying struggle, the three did not dare to be careless and responded calmly.

After a long time, the camp returned to calm, deathly silence. On the flagpole hung a white cloth that read: Whoever commits trouble will be punished. These eight words were actually written with the blood of the Western Xia warriors.

The three of them stepped onto their horses and were about to leave. At this moment, with the rapid neighing of horses' hooves, a troop of cavalry galloped forward.

Yan Shan stepped forward and went to meet the cavalry.

Suddenly, the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded.

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

The cavalry couldn't help but tremble and froze in place.

Yan Shan jumped up, his wrist turned, and the rusty long sword was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword qi, constantly slashing through the air, cutting out blood-colored arcs one after another. Wherever the blood-colored sword qi passed, blood splattered, bloody and cruel, and miserable.

Yan Shan landed on the horse, didn't say a word, turned the horse's head, and walked away slowly.

The cavalry watched Yan Shan leave, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Finally, the figure disappeared into the night.