The clash that took place outside the East Gate in the early morning spread throughout the city at great speed because of the large number of witnesses, especially the scene of a white horse kneeling in black.

Such a vision is absolutely extraordinary, and since the black-clothed ruthless heart is not like a sage, then it is undoubtedly the reincarnation of an evil demon.

Countless people swore that although the adversary closed his eyes at that time, a blood-colored vertical eye opened in the center of his eyebrows, and anyone who was seen by the bloody eye would immediately be scattered.

The common people only regarded this anecdote as an after-dinner conversation, but when the murderous appearance of the other protagonist of the conflict, Xue Weichen, a centurion who was said to have just been transferred to Yangping's right guard, also spread, Qingyou Commercial House and the Ji Family Dart Bureau inevitably fell into a huge panic.

Although Yangping County is not like an ordinary small city, there is only one thousand guards stationed even if they are often dissatisfied, but the right guard captain of the thousand people under his command is still one of the few dozen or so real power figures in the city, and it is definitely not for them to offend.

The little three, who was drenched in muddy water, staggered down the street like a drunk, and the whole person was still immersed in a huge surprise.

But before he returned to the dart game, he stopped the henchman of Mr. Ji's dart head, and dragged him to Ximen, who had already been waiting for him.

One moment he was full of ambition to prepare for the lintel of the light gate, and the next moment he had to flee in a hurry with the heavy responsibility of continuing the family incense, and the ups and downs of life were nothing more than this.

In the dart game, people think about it, although in the short days when the horse team is on the way back to the city, the dart game has not been retaliated against and wiped out, and the captain of the right guard will definitely not be able to cover the sky with one hand, but it is difficult to guarantee that he is not waiting for the horse team to return to the city and then cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Now that the window paper has been pierced, and the little flag with the eagle-nosed jackal has been lost face in public, it is inevitable that he will be angry with others, and the situation is becoming more and more dangerous.

In short, it is better to believe that it is not credible, and the firm may still be able to break the bank and buy his life, but the small Ji family dart bureau is not qualified to be lucky.

The fate of many people has changed suddenly because of one person, and at this moment, the black-clothed and white-horse devil Liu Tugou, who is said to be more and more exaggerated in the rumors of the rivers and lakes, is fleeing for his life, and there are hundreds of people chasing after him.

These hundred people are all fierce cavalry equipped with strong bows and crossbows, facing each other, Liu Erye will shed his skin if he does not die.

The foundation building realm is intended to temper the physical body, and the force in the same realm is actually very different, such as Liu Tugou's violent killing path, and he can even make a few moves with Feng Jiu, who did not have all his strength in the Qi cultivation realm.

But after all, it's not Qi training, even if the aura is not all used to build the foundation, it can't be used freely, and when facing the enemy, it can only rely on flesh and blood, and the recovery of physical strength is slow and difficult to last.

Therefore, although generally speaking, building a foundation is enough to defeat 10 enemies with 10 enemies, and it is more capable of fighting 100 people with Qi training, but if you really want to fight head-on with 100 elite cavalry, it is undoubtedly a loser business of killing 100 enemies and losing 80 of yourself.

The big devil Liu Erye admired Lao Yan so much that he threw himself to the ground, and he could calmly kill 800 people when he rushed to the enemy formation alone, he really didn't know how fierce it should be.

Speaking of ferocity, the so-called white horse kneeling in black clothes was just Liu Tugou's wit, closing his eyes and silently visualizing the slaughtering knife, and the murderous aura was exposed to frighten the white horse.

For other butchers who have been doing it for a long time, with the butcher's knife and the momentum of words, they can also make the cows and horses cry and cry, and they will be killed on their knees.

Therefore, it is really wronged for Liu Erye to be said to be a big devil in the world, and the reincarnation of Tu Zizu's ancestor is almost the same.

There are still 108,000 miles away from the realm of the Inspiration Grandmaster, and the second master can only sigh: "When will I be invincible?"

Then continue to concentrate on running for your life.

This desperate pursuit and escape has lasted for three days and three nights, and the little advantage accumulated by relying on the fast horse first has gradually been wiped out by the tracking skills and numerical superiority of the elite cavalry, and the two sides have faced each other across the forest and mountains several times.

To make matters worse, the further east Yangping went, the more impossible it was to make a detour, and for the hundred pursuers behind him, the unobstructed wilderness of the Weishui Valley ahead was the burial place of the damned devil who dared to rob the military horses.

Liu Tugou, who urgently flipped through the "Mountains and Rivers Scenery" and had a rough impression of the nearby terrain, also knew that it was not good, and the three days and three nights of stopping and running had exhausted the white horse, and when he reached the valley, there was no chance to rest the horse and accumulate strength.

It's getting late, and twilight is already there.

The five red-clothed cavalrymen belonging to Yangping's right guard slightly lifted the reins, and the longitudinal horses slowly descended from a dirt slope.

The dirt slope is the site of a city wall that has been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and the top collapses into a gap that can only accommodate two riders in parallel, and over time, the locals have stepped on a convenient path.

The five horsemen searched along this remote path. When passing through the gap, the captain who led the team was still careful that he would be ambushed, but the result was calm and calm.

The five of them breathed a sigh of relief, and they were not in a hurry to continue the search, looking at the sky, Lord Xue would soon blow the trumpet and assemble and find a place to rest.

The dim light of the setting sun shone through the gap behind them, reflecting the loess on the slope even more golden, and the red clothes of the cavalry became more and more vivid, like blood.

The slope of the dirt slope with its back to the setting sun is a dim area that the sun cannot reach, and the further down you go, the more dim the light becomes.

Wu Chang, who was walking in the forefront, happened to step on the boundary between light and shadow, and the first half of the man and horse had been thrown into darkness.

He immediately became vigilant again, and while his eyes were wide and he tried to adjust to the change of light, he whispered, "Cheer up, everyone, don't capsize in the gutter." ”

The other four horsemen agreed one after another, each concentrating on guard.

In the late autumn evening, the mountain wind whined, and the birds and beasts gradually disappeared, and there was nothing wrong with it.

A young horseman smiled and said, "Captain Wu, that demon is afraid that it will be too late to escape, and he dares to ambush our right guard iron horse?"

Commander Wu also felt that he was a little too cautious, and inserted the saber that was always out of the sheath back into the scabbard, and replied: "It is not wrong to be careful with this kind of outlaw who dares to rob military horses in broad daylight. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a neighing of a war horse in the wind, long and pleasant.

The five of them turned around at the same time, and their eyes were immediately dazzled because of the instantaneous change of light.

But they could clearly see in an instant that there was a white horse standing on the top of the slope, and it was immediately dressed in black.

The figure seemed to melt into the sunset, condescending, riding five in one ride.

Wu Chang reacted the fastest, and quickly returned to his horse while the saber was unsheathed again. With such a close encounter, the role of the bow and crossbow is no longer great.

The young horseman who had just spoken was in the back, but now he bore the brunt of the attack, and it was too late to turn his horse's head.

He twisted his body as much as he could, quickly lifted the bronze crossbow hanging from his waist with his right hand, and reached out with a crossbow arrow in his left hand.

It's a pity that the black-clothed demon didn't leave him more time, the strings haven't been on yet, and the white horse is near.

The young horseman's hair stood on end, and between life and death, he put the bronze crossbow in front of him, and as for whether he could block the snowy blade, he could only resign himself to fate.

The blade did not arrive as expected, and the white horse rushed past, but the black clothes on the horse's back suddenly rose into the sky, like a big bird spreading its wings, obscuring the increasingly dim sunset.

All that left the knight's eyes was a darkness dancing in the wind, and a deadly light in the darkness.

One foot stepped heavily on the bronze crossbow held by the young horseman, and with the blessing of great force, the bronze crossbow smashed his chest, and with a click, the sternum immediately shattered, and a large piece collapsed.

Blood spurted wildly from the young horseman's mouth and nose, and he tried his best to stab the crossbow arrow in his left hand, but it stabbed into the air.

The brilliance in his eyes immediately dimmed, and his body fell heavily, smashing up countless smoke and dust on the loess slope.

With a stomp of his right foot, the sword-wielding black-clothed man who jumped up again with the help of his strength was merciless, dodging the last stab of the dying horseman, and the blade quickly slashed through the throat of the other horseman, and the left foot had already stepped on the top of the head of the third horseman.

The horse's skull was far harder than a man's sternum, and the poor horse's eyes were cracked and blood was overflowing, and he involuntarily fell to his knees, once again staging a scene of kneeling in black.

And the horseman, who had reacted quickly and had already returned to his horse, was suddenly taken off his horse, rolled on the spot and stood up unscathed, and escaped by accident.

It's a pity that his good luck has nothing to do with the overall situation. In this short moment, the terrifying black cloth had already jumped up again, and his body spun like an axle as he rushed forward.

A brilliant sword wheel bloomed in the air, sweeping away the two horsemen, including the Wu Commander.

Blood splatters, moisturizing the loess.

The surviving horsemen watched as the old captain, who had always been cautious and indeed prepared, was easily slaughtered, watched a saber that originally belonged to his comrade fly towards him, and watched the murderous black coat like cutting grass straddle the horse's back and disappear into the distant twilight.

The horn of assembly finally sounded, and it looked particularly rich and distant in the late autumn wilderness.

The horseman fell to the ground, but he could no longer join his comrades.

Over the next few days, the same scene was repeated over and over again, and more than a dozen people were simply killed.

The chasers of this banner no longer dared to chase and kill in a big way, and they were not even willing to disperse the search again, lest they run into the murderous and cunning black-clothed demon when they were alone.

Xue Weichen maintained a rare calmness, and did not blame them, the remaining eighty or so horses were his capital, and he did not dare to squander them slightly.

He divided the rest of the cavalry into three teams, two of which were thirty people each, and the remaining twenty or so people were personally led by him, and opened a sparse hunting net, so as not to give Liu Tugou a chance.

The good days are coming to an end, seizing the favorable opportunity when the pursuers have obviously slowed down because they have been intercepted and killed several times, Liu Erye, who has a little bad breath, slipped away very simply.

The Weishui Valley has always been fertile, but unfortunately there are often wars that lead to sparse population, even after nearly 200 years of generally stable living and reproduction, it is still vast and sparsely populated. It has to be said that Weishui is not only the fertile root of this valley, but also blocks the communication between the Central Plains and the northwest.

Lanling is located in the basin, even though it is rich, but there is rarely a large area of flat terrain, but it is a pity that Liu Tugou has no time to enjoy the hundreds of miles of fertile scenery that he has never seen before.

The black-clad white horse is unstoppable.