The "tiger" banner was waving in the wind, which happened to block the dazzling sunlight.

Gigi slowly pressed his hand to his waist, where hung a long black-handled knife, its black and inconspicuous scabbard devoid of any carvings or ornamentation.

The Overlord of Xichu glanced at it lightly, feeling its bloodthirsty desire, but he didn't care, he lightly clamped the horse's belly with his legs, raised the chiseled golden tiger head spear, and rushed to the enemy camp like a wolf king, a distance of hundreds of meters, in an instant, and the Canghai Iron Cavalry behind followed and hugged forward.

Ji Ji let out a loud shout, and rushed towards the fierce shadow of the gun, and a long black black and dull knife was pulled out by him, and slashed at the chiseled golden tiger head spear like lightning.

"Bang!" the long knife and the spear collided, and the sound reverberated with a shock.

The long black knife was swung away, and Gigi took three steps backwards with his men and horses.

The overlord of Western Chu let out a long roar, and the momentum of the golden tiger head spear did not change, breaking through the air, mighty as a heavenly soldier and a god general, making the enemy feel desperate that he could never be defeated.

The old man led all the warriors to rush up, surrounding the overlord of Western Chu, with swords and swords, each with a strange move.

Tianwen No. 1 was slightly inferior in strength, and he didn't dare to face the spear of the overlord of Western Chu, so he went around to the back, trying to find some flaws in this blue-eyed warrior and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

In an instant, the cavalry of both sides quickly approached and engaged in a close-range battle.

The heavy spear of the overlord of Western Chu is extremely domineering, whether it is rushing into the enemy formation or single-handedly fighting the enemy general, he is indomitable, and he does not leave a way out for the enemy or himself. I saw a shadow of a gun on him, flying up and down, out of nowhere, pointing to death, sweeping to death, and countless people and horses fell under the tiger's head gun.

Ka Wow Xiong, who was ordered to watch the battle on the city tower, was nervous, and his palms were sweaty.

The fierce hot pot on the outside is actually a gentle and considerate martial artist, and when he saw this, he comforted: "Don't worry too much, the overlord has the upper hand!"

"They're a wheel war!" "Ka Wow Xiong looked slightly dissatisfied, the Overlord of Western Chu was a martial artist she respected very much.

"Well, it's a little weird. Knowing that the county order of Changshe is the overlord of Western Chu, what are you sending these low-level martial artists out for?

After a few words of conversation, the battle has become white-hot.

More and more cavalry fell in pools of blood, and many of the officers and men who still had combat effectiveness also lost their mounts and were seriously or slightly wounded. They had no choice but to continue to raise their blood-stained knives and slash at the enemies around them.

Most of the nearly ten warriors led by Old Man Yan were lost, and the remaining few red-eyed ones were all fierce and mighty, and the robes on their bodies were soaked with blood and did not flinch.

At the beginning, the three-inch spring light that posed with a raging momentum was intact. He has been wandering around the periphery, and the people he slashed and killed were the ordinary cavalry of the Canghai Laughing Legion.

Killed, the overlord patted his crotch and loved the horse, and the four hooves of the black horse like snow hissed, and jumped into the air, like a Pegasus. With the help of the huge momentum of the Shenjun jumping downward, the overlord of Western Chu shouted, his wrist flipped, the horizontal spear swept violently, and the chiseled golden tiger head spear drew an arc in the air, only a few crisp sounds of "Titicaca" were heard, and the weapons in the hands of several warriors were split, broken into several pieces, swept by the wind, and countless blood splashed out, spraying on the leather armor of the overlord of Western Chu.

Ji Ji was the closest, although he dodged the vigorous sweep of the chiseled golden tiger head gun, but he couldn't avoid the gun's qi, and the silk cloth wrapped in his head was extremely tightly wrapped into countless fragments and instantly turned into countless fragments and scattered, revealing an extremely terrifying face: none of the entire skin was intact, covered with pitted reddish-brown scars, and the skin scratched by the gangqi, the blood flowed, and it was even more hideous.