Li Wenshuo didn't know if this was a certain death, but he was really annoyed and really wanted to give it a try, of course, this choice was also a kind of helplessness.

Since he can't reverse the cavalry momentum, it's no problem to come here to find an opportunity.

Behind him, the sound of the two armies shouting and killing shook the sky.

Li Wenshuo was holding a long sword upside down, his figure kept flashing, and in a few flights, he came to the front of the enemy camp.

Stepping on the flying loess, he was greeted by the white cloud-like tents, which were so beautiful, and in an instant, Li Wenshuo suddenly felt that he had returned to the grassland three years ago, the tribe that was kind and friendly.

The wooden fence was nailed to the groove in the ground, and it would take six or seven men to lift it with great difficulty to open it, and there was a faint figure flickering between the military tents behind him, and no one noticed him for the time being.

Li Wenshuo stretched out his hand and pushed on the wooden fence, and the hard old skin on it began to fall off, making a creaking moan, and then the wooden fence fell down in response, and the smoke and dust splashed were slightly choking.

Many people noticed this, and they carried scimitars and quickly surrounded them, a little frightened, not knowing what was happening.

Until they saw the man slowly walking out of the smoke and dust, his long sword mopping the ground, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, looking extremely leisurely.

The warriors of the steppe are brave, not to mention that this is their place, and there are nobles behind them who can control their life and death, even if the army has already attacked, it will not affect their confidence.

Dozens of barbarian warriors really couldn't pose any threat to Li Wenshuo.

He unleashed his sword at will, and the enemy fell in response.

Powerful consciousness spread unabashedly, unbridled, sweeping over tent after tent.

There were ragged and terrified slaves, and shivering teenagers hiding in the corners of tents.

There are also nobles with fat brains, and young girls with naked ** and snow-white skin under the nobles.

Li Wenshuo was expressionless, pacing in the middle of the tent.

He was dressed as a swordsman in the Central Plains, during which people kept seeing him, and after being slightly stunned, he let out a roar, swung his knife and rushed up, and then fell in a pool of blood and died under an ancient sword.

The people in the tent heard the movement outside, or noticed the red blood stains splashed on the tent, some hid inside the tent, and some rushed out in anger.

Those who stand in the way are killed with a sword, and those who shout and curse are ignored.

Li Wenshuo didn't walk fast, and his intuition led him to continue to go deep into the enemy camp, and his back was full of blood.

If he could, Li Wenshuo liked the killing methods of the sword in the script very much, but when he really killed, he found that the enemy would not honestly stretch his neck over for you to kill, and it was often easier to cut off his head than to pull his neck apart.

The tent in front of me is very large, with a diameter of 20 zhang, covered with snow-white lambskin, with a unique red fire moire ornament, which is extremely luxurious, and should also bear the title of warm in winter and cool in summer.

Li Wenshuo looked at the dozen or so tall warriors standing in front of him, there was no shortage of real masters, and there were even full-armored soldiers from the Xuanche Realm.

Behind them, there were four priests wearing tattered cloaks and strings of bones around their necks, holding black canes made of unknown things, looking at the Central Plains swordsman in front of them with gloomy expressions.

There were also people all around, although Li Wenshuo felt that he wanted to leave, these ordinary soldiers couldn't stop him at all, but it was undeniable that there were still a lot of people left in the enemy's camp.

The condor archers are constantly wandering around, the arrows are on the string, the bow is like a full moon, as long as Li Wenshuo shows the slightest flaw, I believe they will open the bow.

The big tent was opened, and a steppe man in silver armor walked out, burly with dozens of extremely thin pigtails on his head.

Li Wenshuo retracted his gaze, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him intently, rubbed his fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword, and said slightly teasingly: "It's really a big battle, you are that Man Kui?"

The middle-aged man had a narrow silver knife pinned to his waist, tilted his head slightly, glanced at the blood stains behind Li Wenshuo and on the sword, and said with a cold face: "You are really brave and bold, you dare to rush to my camp alone, do you know that you will definitely lose, and come to make the last struggle?"

The man didn't deny it, it should be Man Kui.

Thinking like this, Li Wenshuo did not answer immediately, but looked up at the surging clouds in the sky, like a flock of sheep running on the grassland, it was so beautiful, this kind of thing turned out to be water vapor.

"I'm here to kill you. ”

Li Wenshuo said.

The middle-aged man grinned, although there were less than a thousand people in front of him, there were countless masters among them, there were three famous sacrifices of several major tribes on the grassland alone, and there were also two warriors with the title of ten thousand enemies.

Why did you kill me?

But he was halfway through his mouth, and a rough, slightly mocking laugh was still brewing in his throat, and it all stopped.

The sword light flashed in the next moment, but Li Wenshuo had already put away the sword, and the tip of his index finger pressed on the sword, leaving a miserable white mark, just like his face at this moment, extremely pale, with his thin figure, it looked particularly weak.

Man Kui's cultivation is Xianfeng Shangjing, and among the barbarians, he is a great man, especially since he is also the clan brother of Wuyangu.

But at this moment, his head rolled off his neck, and in front of him were countless barbarian masters who had not yet reacted in astonishment.

Li Wenshuo stretched out his hand, and with a stunt, the head flew into his hand, still dripping with blood, and his black hair was a little greasy, and it was slightly slippery in his hand.

"Look, kill it. ”

Li Wenshuo muttered to himself.

"Kill him!"

A woman screamed in horror behind everyone, Li Wenshuo looked up, and what caught his eyes was a disheveled woman, a little puzzled, and said in his heart Who is this person from Mankui, why is he so worried about him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile softly, he always likes to think about this kind of boring thing, alas, he still shouldn't use this kind of swordsmanship, the consumption is too huge, so that he can't withstand it with his innate strong physique.

But if he didn't, he wouldn't be sure to kill the other party under heavy protection.

The black dots pierced the air and came to the eyes, and when the scream sounded, the hollow steel arrow had already arrived, and even Li Wenshuo didn't have time to react.

The feathered arrow pierced the air in front of him, like a stake nailed into a stake, with a dull popping sound, and then fell limply to the ground.

The enraged priests began to chant incantations, and the faithful guards stood motionless in front of them, either with large shields or scimitars.

The rest of the people rushed over in unison.

The difference in strength was reflected at the moment of the charge, ordinary tribal warriors and slaves were piled together, falling behind, and in the middle was a bunch of so-called masters holding various weapons.

And at the front, there are two advancing fists, wrapped in hurricanes, gravel, and yellow sand, and come to the front.

Li Wenshuo held his head in his left hand, retreated, and at the same time slashed a sword in front of him, and the ten-zhang sword qi made a violent buzz in the air, and everything in front of him was broken!

The two fists were forced to retreat, and in turn, the two masters of the Xianfeng realm suffered.

Li Wenshuo suddenly felt that his body was extremely wet, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, which was full of water traces, and he was a little stunned, according to the drought on the border of Fenghuazhou, where did so much moisture come from in the air.

Before I had time to think about it, the ground beneath my feet turned into something like a swamp.

Li Wenshuo snorted coldly, and the true qi on the soles of his feet exploded, and the muddy water splashed in an instant, and he broke out.

Needless to say, it's the weird priests again.

There were countless open guns and hidden arrows attacking, and the biggest threat was still the two fists that stuck to him.

Although he hadn't had a face-to-face contact, his intuition told him that even if he was physically fit, it would never be easy to be punched.

Suddenly, there was a familiar feeling of heat in front of him, Li Wenshuo's pupils shrank, and in the next moment, the two fists retreated again, the fire light rushed to his face, Li Wenshuo closed his eyes, and protected his body with supreme sword qi.

On his right arm, the sleeve had turned to ashes, and the exposed skin showed dark red burn marks.

Li Wenshuo frowned, holding back the hot pain in his arm, his heart was very irritable, if it was usual, the priest would not have time to chant the incantation in front of him, and he would die under his sword if he looked at his face.

But now, I am trapped by others, and I really can't free my hand.