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The long knife in Zhao Yu's palm dripped blood, and his body was surrounded by headless dead corpses. His face was indifferent and his expression was cold.

This kind of murderous aura has reached an inexplicable point, and every time you kill someone, your heart will be cold. Later, he was like a bystander, his hands did not stop, but his heart was as still as water.

Up to now, the number of Tartar elite riders who have died in Zhao Yu's hands is nearly eight hundred. In just a few days, he personally caused this kind of killing, and many generals who have fought all their lives are afraid that they will not be able to match him.

While killing, Zhao Yu's extremely strong kung fu was completely practiced. What is Kung Fu? From ancient times, the ancestors overcame thorns and thorns, fought wild beasts, fought nature, and fought heaven and earth, and Kung Fu was used to kill and fight.

Only in killing and fighting can we fully appreciate the true meaning of kung fu.

Kung Fu is a monstrous beast, and the martial virtue that Master once told him is the rope that binds this beast. And now, Zhao Yu is like a beast that has escaped the reins, revealing the essence of kung fu as it is.

Because when he kills these Tartars, he will not have the slightest psychological burden. Because he thinks that what he kills is a wild beast. Because of the enmity of parents, they don't share the sky!

In this process, the anger in my heart gradually exploded. At the same time, I also have a deeper understanding of kung fu. The murderous spirit is boiling, and the blood is high, and in just a few days, the ability has been raised to a higher level.

Fighting and killing is the shortcut to the end of the south to urge the improvement of kung fu!

It was morning, and the sun had just risen less than three poles.

After being busy for most of the night last night and only resting for an hour, Zhao Yu was full of energy and came out to hunt again. Those Tartars are his prey.

The physical training to such a realm as him is already almost extraordinary. Energetic and energetic. Every day, if he can rest for an hour, he can completely recover the spirit and energy consumed, not to mention that his physique is already extraordinary.

From the moment the sky just brightened, it was the time when the Tartar scouts handed over the task, and Zhao Yu was dispatched. In two hours, several teams of scout horsemen died at his hands.

However, according to Zhao Yu's estimate, Tartar is afraid that he will not be able to bear it.

A ferocious barbarian like the Tartars, who had developed the taste of an arrogant soldier over the years, could possibly tolerate a ghost wandering around?

Before, I was not sure of the details, and I didn't dare to attack rashly. But so many people died in just a few days, even if you can't get the details straight, it's time to come out.

Zhao Yu shook the sword in his palm that he had just snatched from the Tartar scout, and raised his head slightly. He could already feel the shaking of the ground clearly.

That's not what twenty horsemen can do, at least thousand!

And with the experience he had gained from playing hide and seek with the Tartars in the past few days, he had roughly estimated the distance between the cavalry and himself—at least five miles, at most six and a half miles. and the speed at which these cavalrymen were marching.

At this rate, it will take about half a column of incense for these cavalrymen to appear in sight.

Zhao Yu found a horse corpse and sat down with his ass.

With a war knife in one hand, although the whole person is sitting, he is extremely upright. It's like a stone sculpture, motionless.

In the past few days, for every team of Tartar cavalry slaughtered, the sword had to be scrapped. Pick up new ones every time. This made Zhao Yu a little unhappy. Roughly estimate, when will you get a good knife, or a good weapon.

The material should be tough enough to withstand the toss. The edge of the blade must be sharp enough, so that you can cut melons and vegetables better when you kill them. Preferably heavy enough. This war knife is a mouthful, but it weighs more than ten catties, and it is fluttering in the hand, like a straw, and it doesn't feel anything.

Zhao Yu sat upright with the horse corpse on his pillow, just waiting for the arrival of the Tartar army. A mere team of scouts, but only twenty horsemen, is not enough for him to kill. Every time, when the next wave of scouts is found, that passion dissipates, and it is always not up or down, empty, and extremely unpleasant.

Anyway, I guess the Tartar brigade should come out to trouble him, and in that case, it will be them!

Kill the big soldiers every day, and they are tired. It's time to slaughter a general to soothe and soothe your emotions.

As Zhao Yu guessed, after about half a pillar of incense, a black line appeared in his eyes. The black line rolled up puffs of smoke and dust, fluttering up and rolling like a tide.

Zhao Yu stood up.

With a slight leap, he jumped down from the horse's corpse, stretched out a finger, flicked it on the edge of the knife, and with a buzz, the war knife made a crisp sound.

Then he dragged the sword upside down, walked leisurely, and strode over to meet the cavalry that came like a tide.

The pace is getting faster and faster, one step at a time, ordinary. When you reach a distance of 300 steps, you will already be one step at a time. At a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, it is already one step and two feet!

The faces of those Tartar cavalrymen were clearly reflected in Zhao Yu's eyes. Zhao Yu's eyes never fluctuated in the slightest, just like a pool of secluded springs, and there were no waves in the ancient well.

The front-row cavalry of the Tartars like a tide, among them, a burly general wearing gold armor, attracted Zhao Yu's attention.

"It's not in vain. ”

Zhao Yu smiled lightly, very quiet: "My father and my mother have spirits in the sky." The generals of the Tartars, the emperors of the Tartars, their heads are qualified to be placed on the altar!"

Haoge led the army out of the camp and first found a killing ground, which was Zhao Yu's first business early this morning. Then he found the second place, so he followed the direction of Zhao Yu's killing and chased him all the way.

In the distance, I saw a figure holding a sword, stepping forward from a killing field. Hauge had some doubts in his heart, riding on horseback, condescending, and clearly saw the horse corpses and human corpses in the distance. That's their scout!

But what kind of character is this one who catches up?

He never thought for a while that it was such a person who caused the loss of nearly three cattle records in the past few days!

The only thing is that this man was probably wounded, abandoned by his companions, and left here. He didn't think that there was such a person who could kill those elite scouts on his own.

There must be a soldier, maybe not much, but certainly the elite of the elite!

The descendants of wild boar skin still have some understanding of the flowers and rivers of the Central Plains. The Central Plains is vast and rich, and since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of elites. Maybe the Ming Dynasty has decayed, but there are still three catties of nails in the rotten ship!

For example, wild boar skin likes to watch the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and is regarded as a military guiding ideology. Up and down, Huang Taiji and his son Hao Ge have also seen this Han people's 'military cheats'.

Thinking back more than a thousand years, in the Three Kingdoms era at the end of the Han Dynasty, there were many elite troops. For example, there are not many people in the camp, but they can crisscross the battlefield and overwhelm the cavalry with their foot soldiers.

Therefore, Haoge guessed that it must be an elite under a certain general of the Ming Dynasty, breaking into the rear, intending to harass and contain his Qing army in this form.

Just like Qi Jiguang's army a few decades ago, it was as elite as it was!

But there must be a small number of people!

Therefore, Haoge is confident that with the elite cavalry of these five Niu Lu in his hands, he will leave all these Han barbarians behind!

But to Hauge's surprise, the barbarian he thought was wounded and abandoned, was unexpectedly fast! Hundreds of paces away, even two cavalry with all their strength hedging, it was impossible for Hauge to meet so quickly -- as a barbarian who started as a horse archer, Hauge could easily calculate the time of engagement in the process of charging and killing.

The distance was far before, and I couldn't see the speed of that person clearly, but when I saw that it was within fifty paces, I was shocked to find that the person stepped out in one step, and there was a distance of three or four zhang.

One breath, blink of an eyelid, and five or six steps were taken!

It's like lightning!

Haoge was suddenly terrified, and had a thought for a while-Could it be that the tragedies of the past few days were all caused by this one person? Just like generals like Lu Bu and Guan Yu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?!

He couldn't help but gasp and shouted, "Kill!"

Then with a sonorous sound, he raised the sword in his hand!

That person is already in front of you!

He didn't have time to say more.

Then I felt a flower in front of me, a light in my hand, and then I seemed to fly, and I saw my back!

Zhao Yu jumped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the golden armor general's sword, took advantage of the situation, and beheaded it, then grabbed the fluffy hair, parted it to his waist, and hung his head on his waist.

The weight of the war knife snatched in his hand was clearer, and then he rounded a light wheel, and within a circle with a radius of his arm span and the length of the war knife, seven or eight human heads rushed into the sky at the same time.

The horses carried the corpse of the lost head and rushed out.

Zhao Yu toed a little, tilted the head of a cavalryman who rushed under him, and landed on the horse's back, and with a flick of his arm, he brushed the corpse off the horse.

So it was like a bright moon, the sword light rotated, releasing cold flowers, bringing up a puff of bright blood and ignorant human heads!

Fifteen hundred horsemen, not ten thousand horses, but also a thousand troops. In such a military formation, Zhao Yu would never fight on the ground stupidly!

Allowing those cavalry to charge, the physical exertion increased exponentially, which was not the choice of the smart people.

Zhao Yu had never ridden a horse before, but had ridden a red deer in the mountains. However, with his ability to control his body and strength, learning to ride a horse is also idle.

The ancient general, the more powerful he is, the stronger his riding skills. This is not just because of talent, but because they are strong enough, and their control over their bodies, their control over power, and their control over balance are all strong to a considerable extent.

Therefore, it can be used to kill the field.

And Zhao Yu, a cultivation can be described as unprecedented. Before opening up the acupuncture point, the Qingyun Dao people compared him to the overlord of Chu. After opening up the acupuncture point, I am afraid that it is the overlord of Chu, and he will be inferior.

So in the past few days, he has taken a lot of horses, and in the process of playing hide and seek with the Tartars, this riding skill has also been practiced in a good way.