Unconsciously, the sun sets, the sunlight becomes soft and comfortable, and there is a slight breeze, which is refreshing.

Thousands of iron riders stopped in front of a canyon and ran for hundreds of miles in one breath, already sleepy and tired.

Zhang Cheng wiped a handful of sweat and asked softly, "Big brother, what now?"

Zhang Jun looked at the deep canyon in front of him and muttered: "The terrain ahead is steep and the road is narrow. The order went down, rested in place for an hour, and then continued on his way. ”

Zhang Cheng nodded, and said, "I understand." ”

Drinking horses, drinking water, and eating dry food, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, talked and laughed, and the resentment in their hearts was also eased a little.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, not hurried or slow, but very clear.

Inadvertently, an inexplicable fear surged into the hearts of the soldiers.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and all eyes were on the direction from which the sound of horses' hooves came.

Zhang Cheng frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, could it be that Yanshan has caught up?"

Zhang Jun's face was gloomy and he muttered, "I hope not." ”

The sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer, and before long, a man and a rider came into view.

It was an iron-mounted horse, and on the back sat a man in green clothes, wearing a hat on his head, and carrying a sword in his hand, with a broken scabbard and a rusty hilt. The person who came was Yanshan.

At this time, the soldiers all felt ashamed and humiliated, and they were furious and indignant for a while. Throughout the ages, I have never heard of someone single-handedly chasing and killing 3,000 iron riders for hundreds of miles, which is tolerable, which is unbearable!

A pair of angry eyes stared at Yan Shan, as if they wanted to peel him off and cramp him, crush his bones and scatter ashes. Before they knew it, they were on their feet, their blades in their hands, ready to attack.

Yan Shan didn't seem to care, he stopped his horse without hurrying, and chuckled: "Zhang Jun, you have three thousand iron cavalry guards, and you don't dare to show up, your greed for life and fear of death makes people cry and laugh." In my humble opinion, instead of stealing my life and not protecting the evening, it is better to fight heartily and have a life and death!"

Hearing this, the soldiers all bowed their heads silently. For the sake of the handsome, they did not hesitate to die. However, they don't want to see the handsome man like this, which makes people so humiliated, and the most painful thing is that this is indeed the case.

Zhang Cheng's face flushed. He looked at his eldest brother with a complicated look in his eyes.

A decision is related to life and death, honor and disgrace, and perhaps fate will change because of it. But who can tell all of this?

"The big husband should be a bloody battle, and the horse leather shroud!" Zeng was ambitious and ambitious.

"Today's battle, regardless of success or failure, regardless of life or death, but to be hearty!"

That great feats of war were exchanged for blood and tears.

At this moment, Zhang Jun clenched his fists and had a strange look on his face. He really wanted to raise his arms and shout, and lead three thousand iron horsemen to fight to the death with Yanshan, regardless of success or failure, regardless of life or death, but to be hearty!

Suddenly, he remembered Yue Fei, and his clenched fists unconsciously loosened.

It is easy to shake the mountain, but it is a pity that the Yue family is in trouble!

Yue Fei bravely crowned the three armies, served the country loyally, and was admired by the world, so what?

In the end, the unjust death of the Storm Pavilion is sad and ridiculous!

The dead can only be remembered, but what is the meaning of the dead themselves?

Great rivers and mountains, a world of flowers, glory and wealth, only living is meaningful.

Zhang Jun sighed lightly and said slowly: "Pass the order, order five hundred iron horsemen to meet Yanshan, and Ben Shuai will wait for good news in the valley." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned. He wanted to persuade him, but when the words came to his lips, they became two words: "Command!"

Yan Shan just sat quietly on his horse, as if waiting for Zhang Jun to make a decision.

Five hundred cavalry turned over and mounted their horses, set up a formation, and faced Yanshan.

Yan Shan didn't seem to be aware of it, and his eyes stayed on the iron cavalry team that was gradually moving away.

The two armies faced each other, one enemy was 500, and a big battle was about to break out.

Yan Shan chuckled lightly and said lightly: "Zhang Jun left like this?"

The general reprimanded angrily: "You don't want to be honest and slander the handsome!"

Yan Shan smiled bitterly and shook his head, with a playful expression.

The partial general didn't say much more, and said loudly: "All the soldiers listen to the order, thirty people are a team, and they will be killed in echelons, and those who kill Yanshan will be promoted to three levels in a row, and they will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

"Command!"

The next moment, the war horse neighed, the shouting of killing shook the sky, and the tip of the spear and the blade of the knife were cold and shining.

The rusty sword was unsheathed.

Only in the bloody battle can you truly comprehend the mystery of the "Sword Killing Technique".

Yan Shan's expression was solemn, and he didn't dare to make any big moves. He took a long sword and struck his horse to meet him.

The two armies met, swords and swords intertwined.

The long sword is not suitable for immediate combat, but there seems to be a subtle tacit understanding between the rusty long sword and the killing sword moves and body techniques, which complement each other.

Every time Yan Shan swings his sword, he slashes through the throat with the sharpest tip of the sword, which is the throat, is the throat, simple and direct, and kills with one sword. Once you encounter an obstacle, don't hesitate to give up. The Iron Rider charged at full speed, its speed was unimaginable, and there was no room for chance.

The blood-colored sword light flashed, and a small string of blood flowers bloomed, and then fell off the horse, killing him on the spot.

Twenty-one members of the first team were killed, and the remaining nine were unscathed.

Twenty-two members of the second team were killed, and the remaining eight were unscathed.

Twenty-four men of the third team were killed, and the remaining six were unscathed.

Twenty-five members of the fourth team were killed, and the remaining five were unscathed.

Twenty-seven members of the fifth team were killed, and the remaining three were unscathed.

Twenty-eight members of the sixth team were killed, and the remaining two were unscathed.

The seventh team was all killed in battle, and no one survived.

The eighth team was all killed in the battle, and none survived.

......

Unconsciously, sweat soaked his clothes, but Yan Shan became more and more courageous, and sure enough, only when he fought on the battlefield could he truly comprehend the mystery of killing the sword.

The echelon rush and killing continued, the bloody battle on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud, going forward and one after another, seeing death as home.

However, those who survived the round of killings no longer have the courage and sharpness, and they still have lingering palpitations. They didn't continue to charge, they didn't leave, they just stared blankly at the rusty sword, somehow.

The general's face was pale, and seeing that the five hundred iron horsemen were killed and wounded, there was nothing he could do, and he couldn't even give the order to retreat.

Someone can single-handedly chase and kill 3,000 iron horsemen for hundreds of miles, and kill 500 iron horsemen with his own strength...... Perhaps, the story will continue. But there is no doubt that after today, some will become legends, and some are destined to become a laughing stock. Of course, a legend is a legend, but what about a laughing stock? Who dares to say that these indomitable and death-defying good men are a laughing stock?

The partial general once fought on the battlefield, and he was an iron-blooded man who lived for the rest of his life, and he was used to seeing life and death. But at this time, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Under the Yanshan sword, there was no flesh and blood, and the death was miserable. He kills people, like flowing water, and as easily as picking flowers and breaking leaves.

The rusty long sword didn't look like it was killing, it was more like writing, and the pen was vigorous, powerful, and majestic.

Indeed, this is writing.

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

The white cloth with a faint blood stain seemed to be right in front of him, and the ninety-three words came to mind one by one. Yan Shan is comprehending with his heart, using the sword as a pen, every stroke, every word, is evolved from the sword move, which hides the way of life and death, and the virtual and the real are born together. Ninety-three words, seven hundred and eleven strokes, seemingly unrelated strokes, once combined, can produce an incredible terrifying power.

This is "Sword Killing Technique", which stems from the accumulation of battlefield experience, the epiphany between life and death, and there is no choice to kill the Tao.

Unconsciously, Yanshan was immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

Finally, the rusty sword slashed through the throat of the general......

Yanshan woke up like a dream.

In a round of killing, thirty-three people were unharmed, and four hundred and sixty-eight people were all sealed with a sword, which was strange and really incredible.

Yan Shan looked at the thirty-three people and said lightly, "You can go." ”

The thirty-three people didn't say a word, just hugged their fists towards Yan Shan, and left without looking back.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves disappeared into the depths of the canyon.

Yan Shan breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he shook and fell to the ground. After all, he is a human being, and there is a limit to human physical strength after all. He reluctantly sat up and exercised pranayama on the spot. The rusty sword was still in his hand, and at some point, the rust had lost a little.

The horse seemed to have been impressed by the man in front of him, and its front hooves were bent, lying quietly beside him.