When the two of them appeared a few miles outside of Gangneung City, the monk of the Ghost King Palace who was on duty at the head of the city finally found the two.

All of a sudden, the whole city was like a great enemy.

In the face of this seemingly ridiculous and funny siege of the two people, the Wei army generals who were responsible for guarding the city knew that the city gate was destined to be difficult to stop the footsteps of the two, and after letting people send a message to the king in the city, he ordered the city gate to be opened, so that the five thousand elite horsemen who had been recuperating in the city went out of the city to face the battle, and the sound of horses' hooves moved like rolling thunder.

Xu Beiyou and Zhao Qing were still moving forward unhurriedly, blocking the way for the cavalry to charge.

At the same time, before the cavalry arrived, the Thunder Bed Crossbow at the head of the city had already shot out huge arrows that broke through the air, and the power was not inferior to the full force of the Earth Immortal Monk, and it was one step ahead of the five thousand elite horsemen, and shot towards the two great enemies.

In Zhao Qing's field of vision, more than ten black dots came in an instant, and he chuckled: "The tooth wisdom of the Heaven Picking Machine Pavilion is not enough. ”

He took a step forward, blocked in front of Xu Beiyou, and punched continuously, his movements were even faster than the crossbow arrows that came at him, so that countless overlapping afterimages appeared, making people dizzy, unable to distinguish who was real and who was fake.

The first arrow collided head-on with Zhao Qing's fist, and the momentum of the arrow like a rainbow was like hitting a stone with an egg, instantly shattering and turning into powder. The second arrow was interrupted by Zhao Qing's elbow side arrow, directly breaking the arrow as thick as a spear into two sections. The third arrow was knocked out by Zhao Qing with a shoulder. The fourth crossbow arrow hit Zhao Qing's forehead, Zhao Qing didn't move, but the crossbow arrow suddenly hovered, and then shattered inch by inch. Next comes the fifth branch, the sixth branch......

In the end, Zhao Qing stretched out his arms, his five fingers were like hooks, and held the two crossbow arrows that swept past him, and the arrows that claimed to be able to kill the earth immortal monks carried a huge inertia, and rubbed fiercely against the palm of the old martial artist, not only making a long and sharp piercing sound, but also bursting out of the electric sparks that would only be produced by the impact of the gold stone, but Zhao Qing did not move half a step from beginning to end, not moving like a mountain, and after grabbing the two crossbow arrows, he threw them left and right backhand.

With the sound of whistling, the crossbow arrows roared towards the city head with a more terrifying castration than the momentum, not only completely destroying the two thunder bed crossbows, but also after the aftermath of their power spread, dozens of crossbowmen were cut off by the escape gas machine on the spot, which was miserable.

Just when Zhao Qing was "returning the gift", a few fish that slipped through the net were finally able to cross the mountain of Zhao Qing and approach Xu Beiyou.

Xu Beiyou is still holding a sword in one hand, but there is a sword aura around his body, if someone holds a sword to split, the spirituality is incomparable, and a crossbow arrow that rushes straight to the door is split into two from the arrow to the tail of the arrow, and then clings to his shoulders and flies in vain behind him, falling on the ground not far away, one left and one right, like a husband and wife who fly separately when the disaster comes.

This was followed by a second salvo of thunder ballistas, accompanied by a suffocating screech, and more than a dozen black dots rose above the city, as if black clouds were pressing down on the city.

Xu Beiyou tilted his head slightly, as if listening to the sound of the wind and whistling, and then the index finger of his right hand holding the sword lightly tapped on the head of the sword, and the fierce crossbow arrow suddenly froze in mid-air.

Xu Beiyou kowtowed again.

The wave of god-destroying arrows that suddenly hovered in mid-air suddenly burst open, and then fell straight to the ground, like a frightened bird.

Xu Beiyou, who was expressionless, looked up, after the two-wheeled ballista was fired, the five thousand elite horsemen were already close in front of him, and the reason why he took the initiative to take the second round of arrow rain was precisely because Zhao Qing was already facing the five thousand horsemen with thunderous hooves.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was no more than a hundred steps, and the Wei army cavalry could already clearly see the great grandmaster who had reached the top of the martial arts, and they could also see that the young man who was slightly behind him was the sword sect master who had single-handedly made the huge Dao sect feared like a tiger.

From beginning to end, this young white-headed sword immortal has never shot half a sword.

They wanted to threaten this Great Sword Immortal, and first crossed the mountain of Zhao Qing.

When it comes to fighting with the worldly monks on the battlefield, the most feared people are not the people in the Daomen, because their physique is fragile, and in the torrent of iron cavalry, the body protection qi will be quickly consumed. They are not Buddhists, although they are physically strong, but they are not very strong, and they can easily fall into a situation of being besieged. It's not even sword cultivation, because although the killing power of sword cultivation is strong, it is in the same vein as the Dao Gate, and its physique is also its weakness, at most, it will form a lose-lose situation.

In all fairness, the martial arts treat this kind of cavalry and do not rely on the qi in the body, just rely on the physique to kill it, its physique is strong, and second only to the turtle shell of the Buddhist monks, not afraid of cavalry charges, under the premise that both sides are fighting to the death, unless it is a heavy cavalry on the upper formation, or more than 10,000 brigade cavalry, otherwise it will be a one-sided slaughter.

Today, Xiao Yuanying is still young, Xiao Xuan is dead, and it is none other than Zhao Qing who can be called the first person in martial arts.

So at this moment, these cavalrymen are almost everyone who regards death as home, and their hearts are determined to live and die.

In addition to Zhao Qing's identity as a great martial arts master, he was also the chief of soldiers and horses of the Dazheng Imperial Court, in charge of the military and political power of the northern land, and he saw a lot of battles on the battlefield, without any hesitation, facing the galloping five thousand cavalry, striding forward, the footsteps were like the sound of drums, resounding between heaven and earth.

Zhao Qing was unarmed, with only a pair of fists, he chiseled the formation alone!

I saw Zhao Qing, who was ready to go, swept forward in one step, crossed a hundred steps in an instant, and smashed a fist on the head of the horse that was riding first, directly smashing the front hooves of the sturdy war horse to kneel, and the horseback rider fell to the ground in front of the body. Zhao Qing took advantage of the situation and hit his shoulder, and slammed into the second horse with a fierce attitude of leaning against the mountain, directly hitting the horse and a column of cavalrymen behind him on their backs. With his arms crossed, he stopped the two horses that rushed past him, and then stabbed them with both hands, and lifted them high with his men and horses, and then threw them violently, smashing the surrounding cavalry formation.

Without any supernatural powers, nor any subtlety, and without even using the slightest qi, Zhao Qing relied on his strong physique to stand in the torrent of iron horses.

This strange and elusive old man is the head of the three people who are regarded by Wanyan Beiyue as the most likely to set foot in the realm of the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal, and he is also the strongest martial artist, as long as he sets foot in the realm of the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal, he is almost the first person among the earth immortals.

Even if Zhao Qing hadn't taken that step at this time, his punch had reached the point where it was almost natural, and every time he punched seemingly carelessly or casually, he would knock a horse to death, and then use it to destroy the entire cavalry formation.

Domino effect.

However, in the time of half a pillar of incense, the five thousand cavalry who were originally in a tight formation were already fragmented and vulnerable.

Zhao Qing, who had no traces of blood, walked forward leisurely, as if he was strolling leisurely.

Gangneung Fortress, with its gates wide open, is right in front of you.