I didn't ask how things were, but looking at the sad faces of the group of Fenghuazhou generals, I knew a general conclusion.

But today it is still passable, yesterday there were so many casualties, but today the barbarians have regrouped, and thousands of soldiers have stepped across their swords.

Liyang's side did not show weakness, the rangers were armed with bows and arrows on both sides, and the cavalry in the middle was put on heavy armor with the help of the auxiliaries, and stepped on a zhang long armor-piercing spear, and the moment he got on the horse, all emotions were replaced by an eager charge.

Li Haowen also stepped on the war horse, and before getting on the horse, Li Wenshuo patted him on the shoulder, no longer looked at the Jianghu Righteous Camp where the number of people was getting smaller and smaller, carried his sword, and turned around to go to the battlefield that belonged to him.

The horn of the charge was already sounding on the battlefield not far away.

His opponent was still the same man yesterday, holding an antique straight knife, and the snowy cloud patterns on the knife body revealed a clear Central Plains style, reckless and powerful.

Three pairs of six people, separated by hundreds of feet in a tacit understanding, were heard by the shouts of the cavalry when they charged, and the vibration caused by the horse's hooves stepping on the ground came from the ground.

The four people next to him have already started fighting, and as expected, they are still trying.

However, Li Wenshuo just pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and did not make a move.

Wu Ma is a very easy-going person, the children of his tribe say so, but this does not affect the majesty of his high priest of the Celestial Wolf Tribe, he is invincible, and in the minds of the people of the Celestial Wolf Tribe, he is almost the same as the Wolf King.

But he was still persuaded, and the young priest, who was much younger than him, but amazingly strong, sorted out for him the way out of the future steppe and the young ambition of the new king of the Tuoba Department in a heartfelt sentence.

"Young man from the Central Plains, what's your name?" he asked with a smile, and he didn't know why.

The wind in the air was blowing chaotically, one moment from the north, the other from the south, because of the four people around them, the heaven and earth vitality was chaotic, and everything around them became unusual.

Li Wenshuo's expression was extremely calm, but the hand on the hilt of the sword tightened, and his knuckles turned white: "My name is Li Wenshuo." ”

"My name is Wu Ma. ”

Wu Ma laughed and asked, "Why don't you do it yet?"

Li Wenshuo nodded, stretched out his hand, and the long sword was held flat in the air, like an arm making a finger, like a part of his body.

"Please. ”

Hearing this word, Wu Ma was very happy, he liked the solemn attitude of these warriors in the Central Plains Jianghu when they duel, as if they were holding some grand ceremony, which made him feel a strange excitement.

Li Wenshuo took the lead in the sword, his sword was very fast, and the shot was a flying sword technique that had not been used yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, the sword was in front of Wu Ma's eyes.

Wu Ma's eyes were full of surprise, and he saw something new, but it was obvious that the swordsman in front of him was still a newcomer to the military realm.

Although the speed of this sword is a little unbelievable, he still clearly captures the trajectory of the sword from the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, and it is extremely clear, like a thin white belt presented in front of his eyes.

He didn't go out of the knife.

Because this sword is indeed a little too fast, even if he sees through it, ordinary ways can't deal with it.

However, he was still prepared, after all, he was never careless when he faced off with people.

He stretched out his hand and held it in the air, so the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi condensed in the hilt of the Broken Tooth Sword, and the straight flying sword was 'grasped' by him, his face was full of solemnity, trying to master the mystery of the flying sword in today's temptation, for which he did not hesitate to expose some of his own methods to the other party.

But the next moment, his eyebrows were tangled, and there was a trace of vigilance and doubt in his eyes.

There was an extra hand on the hilt of the broken tooth, which was snow-white and slender, which was extremely suitable for holding a sword, but what appeared was extremely abrupt.

The sword seemed to have a god, and it hummed violently in the air, and then everything fell silent.

He raised his head suddenly, met Li Wenshuo's cold eyes without a trace of emotion, subconsciously trembled in his heart, quickly retreated, and at the same time raised his knife and slashed out.

Li Wenshuo's face was very pale, and he didn't look at the knife, only the sword in his hand and the prey under the sword in his eyes.

He doesn't care what the other party is!

This move is his absolute killing move, the silence that can only be used by chance back then, this is the silence of the enemy, a sword out, you have to divide life and death.

The other four also looked over, their eyes full of consternation, and it was difficult to understand why the battle over there had reached such a point of non-stop.

The reason why they are tempting is not because they don't want to kill their opponents, on the contrary, they are extremely pleading to hope that their opponents will die, and there will be no sympathy for each other, and even if they do, it is when they are facing the bones of their opponents.

But they know that as long as the opponent is bent on leaving, it is difficult to kill an opponent of equal strength in the army realm, and everyone has some means to watch the house if they can reach this realm.

Could it be that Li Yang discovered the secret of the cavalry and wanted to take the lead and break the balance here?

Thinking like this, the other two barbarian masters were suddenly startled in their hearts, and when they looked at their opponents again, their eyes were a little more fierce.

Somewhat inexplicable.

Except for Li Wenshuo, probably no one thought that this battle, which was supposed to be like a mutual temptation, would become so fierce and exhausting today, that they had to do everything they could.

Li Wenshuo's chest had a shallow knife mark, and blood overflowed from it, but then it immediately stopped, the movements in his hands did not stop, still pressing step by step, and all kinds of exquisite swordsmanship pressed up one after another.

The opponent suffered his sword of annihilation head-on, and when he took the lead, he fell into the disadvantage everywhere, and no matter how big the price was, he had to seize this opportunity.

Otherwise, if you really let the barbarian cavalry advance another three hundred miles, those small border cities will not be able to stop the advance of the cavalry at all, and God knows how much damage those innocent people will have.

What are the front-line soldiers fighting for in the front?

It's not just to protect the parents, wives and children behind them.

Now they are not afraid of death, so they die on the battlefield, and if they die, they will die, do they want their families to be left to the scourge of the barbarians?

Li Wenshuo didn't have Wang Li's long-term military vision, so he didn't understand, and he didn't understand why Wang Li made such a choice.

Even if his intuition told him that Wang Li's choice was correct, what was the point?

People are dead.

Li Wenshuo thought like this, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and the three-foot Qingfeng stabbed out against the brilliant sword gang and the illusory cow, sheep and grass in front of him, and let out a soft roar from his mouth.

The sword is like a wind, traveling thousands of miles, only to kill.

Wu Ma's face was also pale, and he was not at ease with the sword intent of silence, but at this moment, he was also angry, and the sword light formed a dense blade in front of him, like dense arcs.

Just looking at this knife, Li Wenshuo couldn't help but think of his friend, a beautiful man who was rated as the leader of the world's sword path.

He chuckled, and the iron sword snapped back, spun sharply back, and cut a straight line through the air, the tip of the sword dragging a leaping cobweb-like electric light.

It's like thunder, and it rises from the sky.

The arc of the sword in the sky was unreasonably cut off by this sword, Wu Ma was startled, and the knife that was still in the air behind him suddenly turned to the front of him, and slashed out with skill, sealing the sword dangerously and dangerously.

Li Wenshuo has been thinking about how he can not retreat, so if he breaks the balance in front of him, can he not retreat.

What he thought was a little simple and dangerous, but it was really reasonable, and even Wang Li couldn't refute it.

But he still needs to kill the priest in front of him called Witch Horse.

The other party is very strong, not only the knife in his hand, but also his physique, although it is not King Kong is not bad, but there is no doubt that his innate qi that is only used for defense is not enough to provide him with victory.

If the unequaled old man is here, he will definitely be able to hammer the other party to death directly with a pair of fists.

However, Li Wenshuo's sword momentum is also spreading out at this moment, the sword aura is full of energy, and the sword intent is absolutely like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, pounced down, and its momentum is unstoppable.

His eyes grew colder and colder, and his killing intent became stronger and stronger.

The two were entangled together, swords and swords were fighting in every square inch, both of them were sweating profusely, and no one dared to take a step back, otherwise, they might lose their lives with one move.

Wu Ma knife knife is a killer move, he is also a ruthless person, since the other party wants to fight, he will fight, although the other party seems to be aggressive, but in fact, he still has spare strength, and he doesn't think he will lose at all.

With a low roar, the long knife immediately slashed down, and was let go of Li Wenshuo sideways, and then the long knife resolutely went up, and when the sky was pressed, a silver moon could be vaguely seen rising in mid-air.

The electric snake danced wildly at the tip of the knife, and with a sound of Boon tearing, a series of blood spots floated out of the air, and the distorted space at the blade could be faintly seen.

At that moment, Wu Ma's pupils shrank, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

And then he died.

Before he died, he left a narrow knife on Li Wenshuo's chest, which broke his innate qi, and blood gushed out.

Li Wenshuo turned into ten thousand with one sword, and then ten thousand swords returned to one, and his head was cut off with one turn, and the blood flew five feet high.

The last moment he was still wielding his sword, and he was unstoppable, and the next moment he was already in a different place, and the duel between the samurai was always so unexpected.

With the same desperate move, Li Wenshuo's innate tempered physique still took advantage, so that the straight knife only cut his sternum, but did not cut his heart.