Wangqi's hideous expression froze on his face, and he knocked down dozens of middle-row Wang clan people in embarrassment, and only then did he rely on the fourfold cultivation of the earth's leylines to stabilize the momentum of falling and flying.

A few breaths ago, an enemy horse appeared in front of the narrow road, and the head of the thief who rushed to kill him was clearly visible in a little moonlight.

According to the thieves and enemies told by Wanglian, there are more than 50 cavalry soldiers of this group of thieves who invade the rock, and the others are foot soldiers.

It was only when he first heard the sound of horses' hooves that Wangqi knew who the thieves who had set up an ambush here were.

It's not the Mankui thieves who will leave Wangxiang today and have two war horses, but the despicable thieves who kidnap Wangqu. This group of kidnappers did not know the reason for Shang Li, so they set up the Fu Wang clan on the narrow road to Yanli, cut off the back road of the narrow road with a boulder, threw the Wang clan people with bamboo spears, and shot the Wang clan's powerful Wang Lu to death on the spot with cold arrows.

For the Wang's family, for him Wangqi, this hatred is already incompatible!

Do you think that with a war horse as a hold, this group of thieves can set up an ambush in front of his Wang clan with impunity?

Holding Wanglu's dying body, Wangqi stopped his sadness, pulled out the bronze sword with a cruel smile, and was just about to shoot the horse to catch up, the thief's war horse had already rushed in the blink of an eye, its speed was almost as fast as lightning, making Wangqi almost doubt whether it was caused by a flower in front of him, especially the other party's war horse, compared with the common war horse, it was too majestic and powerful.

The hair on the sideburns had not yet been blown up, and the two sides had already collided in one place.

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The bronze sword was cut off by the opponent's sword, and Wangqi's chest was churning with blood and qi, if he didn't endure it, he was afraid that he would spit out a mouthful of dirty blood on the spot.

At the time of the collision, if it weren't for the fact that he had been in battle for a long time and had the earth's leyline cultivation to sustain, I was afraid that he would not only suffer a slight injury now.

The sharp weapon in the opponent's hand is suspected to be Wu Yue's sword, and Ma Chong's momentum is comparable to the fall of a mountain.

The war horse under his crotch hit the other party into a blur of flesh and blood, and he didn't mention it first, and looked at the other Wang clan people who were in the front row with him at the time.

Uncle Wanglu was undoubtedly the most miserable, and he was killed by the head of the horse that stole the head in the defenseless, and he didn't even know where the head fell.

Brother Meng saw that the martial arts cultivation was the pinnacle of human connections, not the leylines, and flew out upside down in the power of the thief's leader, and fell into the crowd in the back row of the Wang clan, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and there was no sound again.

Only the uncle Wangchuan was in danger, took the lead in adapting, and took the lead in taking the power of the leyline cultivation into the palm of his hand, striving to be able to block the collision of the war horse of the thief.

Before the collision, none of the people of the Wang clan could have expected the strength of the horse that stole the head.

Bump and fly.

Even the uncle Wangchuan of the ten leylines can't stop his power, and he retreats as much as fifteen steps to stabilize his lower plate, and the people of the Wang clan who are behind the Wang clan are affected by the previous collision and retreat, and the power of a horse that comes through the body is almost like a fierce wave, and the shock makes people fly and spurt countless blood. What is particularly frightening is that the opponent's war horse not only rushed forward unstoppably, but also completely ignored the bronze sword of the Wang clan, so that the tip of the sword stabbed by the Wang clan on the horse had no effect on the horse.

Wangqi had never seen a flood burst a dam, but he had read the mantis arm blocking the car in "Shang Yu".

Most of the people in the front row of the Wang clan are mantis arms, and the thief's first war horse is a rook.

Wangqi gritted his teeth and held the broken sword.

There was a clanging sound in front.

The narrow road was too narrow for no more than ten people in the same row, and the soldiers of the Wang's clan in the front row were already in a hurry like wheat straw after being harvested, and the thieves who came in the first row finally fell into trouble after the momentum of the horsepower sprint was contained.

"Hugh let him go!"

Wangchuan let out an angry scream in front of him, and the bronze sword in his hand avoided the heavy and light, and never collided with the sharp weapon of the thief leader suspected of being Wu Yue's sword, and cooperated with a group of leyline clansmen to surround the thief head in the narrow road, and the key points taken were changed to the face of the thief leader. If it weren't for the armor on the thief leader's body being too solid, in just a few minutes, I was afraid that the people of the Wang clan's leyline would poke a few blood holes in him.

Not only Wangchuan, but all the Wang clan people in the front row could see that the thief leader was fighting and retreating.

He's obviously leaving!

Wangqi abandoned the sword in his hand and took the bronze sword of a clansman in his hand, and the sly smile on his face rose again.

This thief leader thought that he could come and go freely in front of the Wang clan with the power of his war horse, but now that his horse power was suppressed and he was besieged by the Wang clan's leyline clansmen, how could he escape?

As soon as Wangqi jumped out from behind, the sound of killing was heard from the narrow road, and six thieves galloped towards him, but the speed was much slower than that of the thief's horse.

This kind of horse speed is finally in line with Wang's common sense perception of the speed of war horses.

"There are only seven of them!"

Wangchuan looked hideous, and couldn't help but laugh angrily.

The seven horsemen and thieves dared to come up on the narrow road to offend the two thousand clansmen who were poured out by their Wang clan, which was so contemptuous for their Wang clan, and they really hurt many clansmen.

"Kill this fang!"

The narrow passage is too narrow, and a few people in the Wang's leyline who surround the thief's head cannot enter the battle circle, Wangqi comes from behind, and he can't squeeze into the siege and kill for a while, and when he is about to shout out a leyline clansman, in the pulse illusion, six sparks begin to burn on the narrow road.

When he looked around, six thieves were already in front of him.

As he had hoped when he came to the rock, Wangqi finally saw the mysterious heavy armor and mace that Wanglian had mentioned.

Call!

Before the mace was swung, the spark was sandwiched in it, covering the brightness of the moonlight, and Wangchuan shouted in front of him: "What Wanglian said, this stick is not sharp, don't block it with a sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the famous clan of the leyline clan shouted badly: "The web of this fang is entangled with me......"

Syllable.

Late line, the bronze sword can't avoid the mace, this famous clan of the leyline clan is like a thunderbolt, in the mace smashed the sword body, slightly avoided, even the arm and face to the mace sweep, immediately rotten half of the face, rolled into the crowd a few rolls, it is impossible to stand up again.

Wangchuan screamed in grief, and for a moment was taken by the power of the mace.

The sparks are pervasive, gradually rising to the momentum of the prairie fire, the Wang clan is subject to the narrowness of the narrow road, and it is completely impossible to take advantage of more and less, in the deterrence of the mace, where can the thief head be trapped, so that the thief leader calmly withdraws his horse and leaves.

The dark clouds on the cliff dispersed, and the moonlight sprinkled into the narrow road.

There is no way back for the Wang clan, ninety percent of the clansmen are trapped in the middle and back rows, not to mention going forward to participate in the war against bandits, even if they go forward to see the battle situation, they are afraid of squeezing the clansmen, especially a few rounds of bamboo spears on the cliff have injured many Wang's pawns, so that the chaos in the back row of Wang's stroke does not have to be less in the front row.

In such a bad place, the two thousand people of the Wang clan are not much different from the ten, and the only advantage is that when someone in the front row is injured, there are enough substitutes to immediately replenish it.

It's just that although there are only seven people on the other side, all of them are masters, especially the thief who trampled on business etiquette and should be divided by five horses.

He rode away, and when the people of the Wang clan still did not know what was going on, the sound of horses' hooves in the distance was loud, and the thief rode his horse wildly, and the power of the horse that made people tremble and chill rushed again.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Every time it hits, the front row must kill or injure one or two leyline people, and the middle row is affected by the front row, resulting in many innocent and tragic deaths, and the crowd screams endlessly, and if they don't die for a while, they will step on the last breath of anger for the clansmen.

Kill the thief leader a few times, where are there still a few Wang's leylines in the front row, and the peak of the network on the bench, not to mention resisting the power of a horse, even the illusion of the spark can't be dispelled, and the mace is easily killed on the ground.