The galloping war horses arrived in an instant, and the sound of the collision of weapons and the sound of steel tearing flesh was like a whip full of thorns, whipping the martial arts soldiers who fled in front of them, making them flee for their lives. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Soon, the sounds of the battle stopped.

These are just some martial artists who practice qi, their strength is already in a position, even if they are crazy at the end of their lives, they can't cause any trouble to these elite steppe barbarian cavalry.

As for those martial artists above the level of refining qi and transforming gods, none of them have been able to get to this day, and none of them will be mentally weak.

Survival is the most important thing for them now.

These people who choose to turn around and fight because of their collapse are equivalent to buying them precious time.

They always rushed to the front of the large army, so they fled for many days, and none of the hundreds of Qi Transformation God powerhouses who had gone out of the valley with the Lord of the Tianliu Sect had died so far.

Those who die are always the ones who fall last.

Those who fell last and were caught up by the steppe cavalry, they fought and cursed at the same time, but they still couldn't make these predecessors they looked up to turn around and save each other.

In the face of death, others die and they die, and they choose others to die.

The so-called justice, morality, is never as important as survival.

Here, the mask of hypocrisy is finally ruthlessly torn apart, and it is only those who were buried in the brute scimitar, who understood too late.

Do you regret it? Their bowels are green with regret, but it's useless.

The barbarians will not pay attention to them, and neither will the seniors who have buried their heads and fled.

The sound of horses' hooves, like thunder, came from behind, getting closer and closer. They knew that these steppe barbarians had not killed enough today, and their interest had not been satisfied, so they continued to kill.

The people who fell behind all had desperate looks on their faces.

When the sound of the horses' hooves came close to them, they stopped, turned and let out the last cry of their lives, and rushed towards the rolling iron horsemen.

Arrow after arrow shot into their bodies, and they couldn't even cut off a single piece of each other's feet.

Then it fell like this, and then under the hooves of the horses, it turned into a puddle of minced meat.

These people really can't dodge these arrows, they can, but they don't want to dodge, they just want to be able to die happily and not be tortured anymore.

The steppe barbarian cavalry, one by one on horseback, playfully looked at these people fleeing in embarrassment, and let out a piercing strange cry one by one.

It was as if they were hunting, and in a distant place, they shot arrows one after another.

Every time they hit one, they let out a deafening howl, like hunters, and they were elated.

As time passed, the faces of the Tianliu Sect Lord and the others became worse and worse, because they found that at this time in the past, the grassland cavalry behind should have retreated. But now, they are still chasing after them.

The master of the Tianliu Gate turned his head to look and found that there were only more than 200 people still fleeing.

In just one hour, nearly 800 people died here.

Looking at the steppe barbarians who followed closely behind him, shooting arrows non-stop, the Tianliu Sect Master knew that maybe today, they had decided to end this game.

The Tianliu Sect Master turned his head, gritted his teeth tightly, and then shouted: "Martial artists above the Qi Refining God will flee with all my might." ”

At this time, the Tianliu Sect Master could only give up those who practiced Qi Martial Arts.

Now even if they turn around and fight, how many people can survive in the end, it is better to give up these "burdens", run with all their might, refining qi and transforming gods and above the martial arts, if they run away with all their might, it is not at all that these grassland barbarians can catch up in a short time.

You know, even if it's a horse, it's also tired.

Those Qi martial artists looked at the more than 100 people in disbelief, and quickly distanced themselves from themselves.

The words of the master of the Tianliu Sect were like the sentence of the god of death, announcing the death sentence to these qi martial artists, they were just abandoned sons.

Although they have always had this fear, they still can't believe their eyes when it happens.

The full strength of more than a hundred people, including the master of the Tianliu Sect, was naturally seen by the grassland barbarians behind, but they seemed to be blind and turned a blind eye to these people.

They seemed to have recognized these Qi cultivators behind them.

However, the cavalry of more than 5,000 still only shot a few arrows sporadically.

Even though it's the last game, they're still going to get through the game.

Li Gan was dressed in golden armor, his face was grim, and he was riding on a tall white horse, full of majesty.

And Tie Xuan, following by his side, was expressionless. The army of hundreds of thousands is so vast that there is no limit in sight.

It's been a month since they came out.

Even though they had already received all kinds of information about the places where the Tianliu Sect Lord was traveling along the way, Li Gan still had an uncomfortable feeling when he saw the scattered corpses and bones on the ruined tribe.

But Li Qian quickly changed his mentality.

He is the prince of the Tang Dynasty, not the prince of the grassland, and when facing the grassland people, what he needs is not his mercy, but the sword on his waist.

War is never just, and even more so is the war between the two families of races.

"Report, prince, general, thousands of steppe barbarian cavalry were found ten miles ahead. At this time, the scout suddenly came to report.

Li Gan was stunned for a while, and after walking for a month, they finally encountered the first wave of steppe cavalry.

When Tie Xuan heard the scout's words, his eyes in the mask were red and bloody, and his murderous aura suddenly exploded.

"Prince, a few thousand grassland barbarians, the last will be the first to stain blood. ”

Li Gan looked at Tie Xuan, who was full of murderous aura, and couldn't help but remember what the Holy Emperor said to him before leaving, he nodded and said, "Okay, this monarch is here waiting for the general's good news." ”

Tie Xuan nodded and shouted: "Zhang Rang, lead your Qianzi Department and go into battle with Ben General!"

"Yes!"

After Tie Xuan finished shouting, he didn't wait for the army to come out, and rode out with his legs clamped.

In just a few breaths, the sound of rolling horses' hooves sounded, and silver welcomes rushed out from the side of the large army, and there were only a thousand cavalry.

They were fully armed, tightly wrapped in iron armor, with two stringed crossbows on either side of the saddle, and scimitars on their backs that resembled those of the steppe barbarians. In his hand, he held a huge spear two feet long.

There was the sound of horses' hooves, and there was not a sound.

More than a hundred people, including the Tianliu Sect Master, who had just accelerated for a short time, suddenly stopped, because the sound of horses' hooves rolling like thunder suddenly came from ahead.

A hint of anger appeared on the dusty face of the Tianliu Sect Master. Murderous, he knew that he had been surrounded, and now this situation was only a battle.

He is a strong man who cultivates the gods and returns to the void, although his dignity has long been lost, but he wants to pick him up again now, and he wants to let these hateful grassland barbarians know how terrible the anger of the strong people who practice the gods and return to the void is.

But when he was preparing for battle with his whole body, the momentum of his whole body suddenly condensed, thinking that there was a silver light shining in front of him, and the thousands of iron horsemen rushed straight like an avalanche.

And on the horseback, on the big banner that hunted in the wind, there was a big "Tang" character written on it.