The army of the iron-fronted people is composed of scouts, light horses, and heavy horses, the light horses are the main force, four thousand horses, one person with two horses, the weapons are mainly bows and arrows, supplemented by spears, maces, sabers, rope sleeves, the number of heavy horsemen is not much, three hundred horses, holding halberds or lances, is the elite of the fortification, in addition, there are huge baggage teams.

Yu Yao did not make a detour, and went straight into the light cavalry army, and the wrong golden phoenix sickle drew an arc against the horse's legs, and more than a dozen war horses broke their legs and feet, and fell to the ground neighingly, and the flying sickle flew back again, cutting through the throat of the cavalry, drawing a dazzling blood line.

The killing did not make the iron-fronted people afraid, but aroused the wildness in their bones, the cavalry waved their swords, roared angrily, rushed forward, and became the soul of the wrong golden phoenix sickle, for a while, the blood flowed like an infusion, the corpses piled up like a mountain, Yu Yao manipulated the flying sickle, venting the resentment in his heart, without mercy.

There were fewer and fewer cavalry rushing forward, Yu Yao stepped on the blood and water, his back was straight, his face was calm as water, the wrong golden phoenix sickle was full of blood, and the red copper phoenix texture turned scarlet, almost dripping blood.

The light cavalry formed a circle from afar, and the three hundred iron-armored heavy cavalry were ready to attack, Yu Yao raised his head, and his eyes burned with scorching flames.

An old voice coughed, and said in a stiff Chinese dialect: "The sword cultivation of the Kunlun Hook Sickle Sect, stop it, listen to the old man's words!"

The heavy cavalry were divided on both sides, and an old man with white hair walked out slowly, his face was full of wrinkles, his hair was hung with bone whistles, jade, beads and other ornaments, wearing a gorgeous robe, a jasper belt around his waist, and seven or eight rings on his ten fingers, gold, jade, wood and stone, of different materials.

"Who are you?"

"The old decay is the high priest of the Iron Forehead Gao Yantuo Department praying for the bones, the girl is young, and she is so vicious, why did she kill my Iron Forehead for no reason?"

Yu Yao said lightly: "I am a Han person, you are an iron-fronted person, it is superfluous to ask these words." You iron-fronted people broke through the cities of the Han people, burned, killed, and plundered, and all the dead were old and weak, women and children, aren't you ruthless?"

Qi Gu shook his head and said: "The Han people kill the Tie Forehead people, the Iron Forehead people kill the Han people, the weak eat the strong, no one can complain about anyone, but you are different, you are a Kunlun sword cultivator, and you should not meddle in the affairs of the mortal world." ”

"What should not be done, back then, Taiyi Sect washed Qizhen Mountain with blood, I don't know how many innocent mortals were harmed, and I didn't see anyone stand up and say a word...... Don't talk nonsense, see the real chapter in your hands!"

Qi Gu sighed, "That's non-negotiable?"

Yu Yao didn't answer him, his wrist shook slightly, and the golden phoenix sickle rose like a poisonous snake, buzzing.

A fighting sound suddenly broke out in the distance, and after a while, it fell silent, and then it sounded again, the distance was already much closer, and the prayer bones looked into the distance, only to see a black shadow rushing towards the wind, and the cavalry intercepted along the way were like fallen leaves in the wind, scattered and scattered, one by one the muscles and bones were broken, spurting blood, and they could not get up again.

Qi Gu narrowed his eyes, "It turns out that you still have a helper, no wonder you are so big!"

The breath of the fire was all poured into the wrong golden phoenix sickle, and with a crisp phoenix roar, the flying sickle rose to the sky, igniting a raging red flame. As soon as Yu Yao made a move, she tried her best, urging the burning fire, cutting off all retreats, and under the attack of the flying sickle, a faint smile appeared on her face, and her eyes were a little confused, as if she had returned to the past, back to the haunting Qizhen Mountain.

Qi Gu pulled a jade ring on his thumb, and there was an extra skull in his hand, the color was withered and yellow, warm and moist like jade, he gently tapped the skull's heavenly spirit cover with his index finger and middle finger, and recited a short incantation, the skull "quack" laughed sharply, opened his mouth and spit out a thick cloud of black smoke, turning into a small ghost, with a green face and fangs, tangible and substantial, facing the wrong golden phoenix sickle, and entangled the flying sickle.

The burning fire scorched the ghost, squeaking, and the skull in the hand of the bone burst out one after another, and the debris scattered one after another, but the wrong golden phoenix sickle was firmly fixed in the air and lost control.

The heavily armored cavalry raised its iron lance to attack, and in the rumbling hooves, Yu Yao looked at the approaching iron cavalry, opened her arms and waited for fate to come, at this moment, she clearly realized that every pain would pass, and she could finally find peace.

At this moment, however, a tall figure stood in front of her, like a reef on the shore, to meet the cavalry that came forward and followed.

The iron rod is as heavy as a mountain, and with every swing, the heavy cavalry of the iron-fronted man will fly out with people and horses, and bring down the elite of three or four horsemen. Compared with the wrong golden phoenix sickle, although the iron rod is a blunt weapon, it is more powerful, and Qi Gu watched the heavy riders fall one by one, and his heart was pounding, and he couldn't pull out his hand to stop it.

Wei Qiqi saw it clearly, suddenly cast a cold arrow, and made a move to "throw it", the iron rod flew out of his hand, and went straight to the chest of the prayer bone. The bone creature screamed, the skull in his hand burst violently, and the upper body leaned back as if it had no bones, but it was half a beat slower, and its jaw was hit by an iron rod, shattering its jawbone and removing half of its face.

The heavy cavalry took advantage of the situation and swarmed up, Wei XVII snorted, hit the horse's belly with a sideways punch, the war horse wailed, shrugged and threw the rider on his back to the ground, Wei XVII kicked his head away, picked up the iron lance on tiptoe, and then took a turn in his hand, and swept down the six or seven horses.

Three hundred heavily armored cavalry, the elite of the Gao Yantuo Division, there are very few left.

Qi Gu's feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and he slowly straightened up, his face was drenched in blood, his eyes were full of loss, he tossed for most of the hour, damaged a precious magic weapon, and took on these many cavalrymen, but he didn't even capture the two Kunlun sword cultivators, let him put his face where to go!

Just as he was about to make a ruthless move, he suddenly felt a palpitation, and he couldn't help but look up, only to see that the fire had engulfed the ghost, and the golden phoenix sickle fell on his head, like thunder. The surprise was no small few, as he instinctively crushed a wooden ring on his little finger, and his form gradually became illusory, and the scythe slashed from the top of his head, but it was unscathed.

The high priest fled from the battle, and the iron-fronted people finally began to disperse, and Wei XVII did not pursue, picked up the iron rod and the wrong golden phoenix sickle, and returned to Yu Yao's side.

Yu Yao looked at him in a daze, her body went limp, and she fainted in his arms.