Ten paces away, the snort of the war horse brought out a burst of hot air, the bow guide on the grassland and the Han family's Longmen iron horseman, no longer enemies of each other, forced by the narrow terrain, twisted into a sharp arrow, and rushed towards the depths of the city.

The sound of bursting horses' hooves is like a human skin drum on the plateau, stepping in a pool of blood, making a sound of "poof" and "poof", blooming blood-colored flowers on the other side.

The flesh and blood of innocent people seemed so fragile in the face of this torrent that they could not resist the collision of horses, let alone the swords and spears above their heads.

But their death was not meaningless, and the stacking of bones turned the flat beneath their feet into a ditch.

The speed of the war horse was also slowed down because of this, and this is exactly the effect that the willow twigs need to see.

There were more than 100 people in front of him, and they were already frightened, and this was by no means an exaggerated description, because he really saw more than one person spit out green slime and then fall to the ground.

The time was ripe, and with a roar full of murderous intent, Liu Xiaozhi waved the long sword in his hand and rushed forward. All the obstacles that stand in front of him are his enemies, and he ... There was no hesitation.

Behind him, every three black-hearted guards formed a group, and every third group formed a formation, the same one in front and two behind, all the same Qiushui long swords, closely followed.

Almost at the same time, the golden juice began to fall from the city, naturally towards the outside of the city, the presence of the armor blocked the sword for them, but could not stop the golden and foul-smelling liquid, the moment the gap came into contact with the skin, the wail was already sounded.

The willow twig was overjoyed when he saw the situation, and the sword light in his hand was profound, and there were not many subtle moves, just a simple straight stab, pull it out, and stab it again.

On the battlefield, the role of the sword is far inferior to that of the sword and the gun, whether in terms of power or distance, the so-called king of a hundred soldiers is more in the hands of the commander to play a role similar to a baton.

But Liu Xizhi's sword is different, his sword is accurate and steady, and every time he stabs, he can always pierce the heart, throat and other vital places. The action is not very elegant, but it is the most efficient and direct.

The black-hearted guard looks like a willow twig, simple and straightforward, and occasionally encounters self-defeating resistance, but it is only indifferent killing.

Finally, at a certain moment, the corpse in front of him fell, the blocked crowd was cleared, and an undead war horse appeared in front of him.

A weird smile, a terrible roar, willow branches rose from the ground, and the toes lightly touched between the ears of the horse's head, this time it was not a straight stab, but a rather fancy sword flower, a sword technique to ward off evil spirits--Jiangshang flute.

The tip of the sword passed through the knight's left eye, and then through the back of the skull.

The last thought before he died, with the memory of his muscles, the knight grasped the spine of the sword with one hand, and five rough fingers slipped down gently. The knife in the other hand swept towards the waist of Liu Xizhi under the action of inertia, knocking his finger away, and with a distance of three inches, he could avenge himself, but the crack of the corpse spread between his fingers.

"Bang!"

The whole body was torn apart, like a brilliant firework, blooming on the horse's back.

"Hahahaha!

There are still minced flesh and bones hanging around the head, and the willow branches are like a dexterous crow, and the body is linked, bringing ominous omens.

Kongtong faction fires the original strength, this is the only positive internal strength that can barely coexist with the internal strength of the evil spirit, two hours at the meridian every day, the dantian's heart is in severe pain, but the power of the coexistence is so instantaneous, indestructible, and the spark burns the prairies.

The tragic scene within reach, if ordinary people see it, their souls will be scattered, which is also the purpose of Liu Xizhi, three out of ten internal forces, he wants to crush the opponent's soldier soul into dust.

It's a pity that Liu Xizhi was not born in the battlefield, but he forgot that his enemies were not farmers and merchants who had never seen the world, but the iron horsemen of Longmen and the barbarians of the grassland.

The fighting men were not afraid of life and death, did not respect ghosts and gods, and their flesh and blood could hardly resist the iron thunder falling from the sky, so they wanted to enter the city to survive. But that doesn't mean a terrible death, or a demonic enemy that can scare them away.

Afraid of what?

As long as they can see blood with a single slash, they are not afraid of anything!

"Ahhh!!hhh

“#￥...*（）”

"Kill !!! kill !!"

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

“#￥...*（）”

Audible, deafening.

What he does not understand is like thunder.

The blood was stirred up again, and the warhorse man stood up and trampled downward.

"Open!"

"Die!"

Fists and feet, Aomine. The black-hearted battle that faced its front was fearless and stepped forward bravely.

One person is invincible, and the strength around him is endless.

Phantom Divine Skill, passed on by Xu Ruyi, is the fundamental technique that every black heart guard specializes in.

The internal force has the same root and the same origin, and the water and milk are blended.

Attack, work together, defend, and bear together.

When the Black Heart Guard first became one, Xu Ruyi once said with a smile, if conditions permit, with these three thousand Black Heart Guards, it is the face of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and it is not impossible to fight.

The head of the war horse could not withstand the power of their palm, and the armor on their bodies could not stop their long sword.

With willow twigs as the blade and the black-hearted guard as the bone, this sharp sword is indestructible.

It seemed only a matter of time before the gates were kept.

If there had not been a second shot, a third coincidental shell would have smashed the wall open, and there would have been no bigger gap.

"How... What to do?"

"Continue to block our family, and at all costs, we must also defend this Ganzhou City. "Yun Zheng's face sank like water.

Dongfang Han nodded: "I'll go." ”

The voice fell, and one of them leaned forward, heading towards the gap.

"It's not a coincidence, it's not a coincidence, they're just coming at us. Gou Xiaoyun's upper and lower teeth clicked.

Is it fear, is it anger?

It was a coincidence that a shell blew open the city gates. But after that, when a chaotic counterattack had begun to be organized outside the city, the opposing commanders still did not adjust the range of artillery coverage, and the meaning of this is self-evident.

"This city cannot be defended. Fang Tianyou squinted at the steel beast in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "We have too many people in this city, as long as one cannonball falls, it will be dozens of casualties." Unless... Otherwise, when they have cleaned up the horsemen outside the city, the city will not be able to hold it. ”

"Then what do you say! If you have an idea, you can say it, say it!" Yun Zheng scolded repeatedly, after all, he was an honest man from a woodcutter, and there was still a kind of cowardice in his bones.

"Go down, street fighting. Fang Tianyou pointed to the direction of the city and explained: "The black heart guard has kung fu in his body, the narrower and more complex the terrain, the greater the role of martial arts, and it will take a while outside the city to have a result, now the opportunity, we have to quickly scatter people into it." ”2.