readx;?“ The sword is in my hand, and it has not been out for ten years, so that the king is dusty, and it is not the fault of the contemptible people, but the enemy he has encountered has not yet had this qualification. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info old friend, and it depends on your luck today, whether you can have a chance to make a move. ”

The old man in white sighed as he walked, his voice was low and full of regret, obviously the sound was not loud, but it was rolling towards the city gate with a strong wind, sand and stones. And the long sword that was carried behind his back was really like opening his mind, and he seemed to be able to understand people's words and know the old man's mind. It trembled behind the old man like a child, and made a cheerful and pleasant sound, like a phoenix, as if it could no longer be suppressed, and it would come out of its sheath at any time.

Song Qi, the commander of the White Horse Battalion, stood at the forefront, and his silver spear was untied from the saddle in his hand. When the people behind him saw him like this, they also unleashed their silver spears. For a time, a thousand silver spears stood like a forest, and the cold light shimmered like a star. Silver armor, silver guns, silver and white horses, murderous into the sky.

Song Qi held a gun in one hand, the tip of the gun pointed obliquely at the ground, its blade was still an inch from the ground, but there was a small pit on the ground at some point, and the cold light was like a snake letter. This is his famous spear skill half-back gun, when he is close to the enemy, he presses his back, and the tip of the gun rises with his arm, and even the horse can pick it up. This is a true killing technique derived from the battlefield. At this time, he is like a great enemy, so as soon as the gun is used, it is this skill. But even if he put this skill on display, he is still restless, this person looks old, but he is too strong, if he fights with it, ten out of ten will be at the gate of the bloody city.

The old man was still muttering quietly, and there were words in his mouth, getting closer and closer, Song Qi got off the white horse, suddenly snorted uneasily, raised the horse's hooves very restlessly, and almost went around in place, and finally when the old man entered the field again, the horse took a step back in fear.

As soon as the horse retreated, suddenly the thousands of white horses in the entire white horse camp were in chaos at the same time, and they all took a step back.

Song Qi's face was shocked, the horse under his crotch is not an extraordinary horse, his ancestors are war horses from generation to generation, the bloodline is pure and excellent, known for his bravery, if it is not for his own merits, he will not be given this horse by the prince, because this horse is a royal horse, with him for many years, the achievement of prestige, and even on the battlefield there is a habit of eating raw enemy meat, ferocious and tyrannical. But today the horse was too uncompromising to retreat without a fight.

Song Qi took a deep breath, he didn't blame the horse, but he had a bottom in his heart, this person was extremely dangerous, if he didn't make a move, it would be bloody. It is said that BMW is psychic, and non-human beings have the most amazing intuition for danger, and it is instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and this is the case now, this horse perceives a fatal crisis from this old man.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why are you here?" Song Qi suppressed the horror in his heart, trying to keep his voice calm and avoid the trills of fear.

The old man raised his head, raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Qi, looked at him for a long time, and did not answer his question, but just shook his head, "Too weak, not enough to see." Then he swept towards the more than 1,000 people behind Song Qi, his brows furrowed slightly, "It's a little too much, it's a little troublesome, but it's a pity that it's not enough to see." ”

Song Qi's face froze, and when his gaze swept over, he felt like he was being targeted by a fierce beast, and he had a creepy feeling. But when he heard that the old man had treated them so contemptuously, he was immediately angry.

"Who are you? Why on this road, if you have nothing to do, please get out of the way quickly, if you miss the king's important affairs, even if you have the ability to fly to the heavens and the earth, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the murder. Song Qi still restrained the thought of making an immediate move, of course he could sense that the comer was not good. But if you can avoid it, it is naturally better to avoid it, this kind of old guy has always been accompanied by great terror as soon as he comes out of the mountain.

The old man stood three zhang outside the city gate, he was not too tall, and he was of medium stature, and in front of such a grand city as Yingdu, it was like an ant standing in front of an elephant, but this short body was blocking the gate of this Yingdu city tightly. The other people who wanted to enter and leave the city, seeing that the situation was not right, had already fled far away. There is a scourge of killing here.

The old man in white looked up at the top of the city gate, the vigorous three characters of Yingzhou City, his face was finally a little serious, and he stood for a long time, and he slowly lowered his head.

"My name is Hades, and I have been commanded to come out of the city to wait for you. The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat and shiny white teeth, "I never kill anyone who doesn't know my name." The voice is like thunder, this is gathering qi in the chest, Huo Ran opened his mouth, and his voice can be like a bell. Similar to the roar of a Buddhist lion. Although it is certainly not as grand and profound as the secret method, it is also extremely good. This sound shook the brains of the thousand horsemen of the white horse camp in the city, and their spirits were unstable, like the power of heaven and the thunder on their faces.

This time the formation was completely chaotic, the horses neighed incessantly, and several people even fell off their horses directly, and then were trampled by the hooves, the flesh and bones were separated, and blood was splashed everywhere.

Song Qi stuck a shot on the ground, and his legs tightly clamped the horse's body, freezing it to death. Looking back, I was shocked that before the battle began, dozens of people were lost, and the battle array was scattered, Thomas was frightened, and he saw blood again, and suddenly the city was in chaos, and the flag was crooked.

"Kill the frightened horses, save the dead and wounded, and stick a gun into the ground. Song Qi shouted. As soon as the words fell, I saw someone shoot, a few shots knocked down the horses that were running around, and several people pulled out their sabers and inserted them directly into the horses that sat down, and in an instant, blood spilled, dyeing the bluestone streets black and red, and the eyes were full of sadness.

Those who lost their horses abandoned their spears, changed their swords, and changed their swords to their infantry troops, dragging the dead and wounded out of the horse formation at great speed. Then almost all of them stuck their guns into the ground at the same time, and with a sonorous sound, they fixed the horse.

"Kill, kill, kill!" the three armies shouted in unison. The originally chaotic army regained its calm in the blink of an eye, but the murderous spirit became even stronger, and the morale did not drop and slowly rose.

The old man's eyes flashed, and he laughed, "Good, good, it's not too bad, it's finally in the eye." ”

Song Qi raised his spear and pointed at the old man, "A team of 100 people, follow me to surround and kill this person." Kill!"

The army has its own way of dealing with those who are superior in force, because once such people appear on the battlefield, it will be a great disaster, and if you are not careful, you can take the head of the general in the army and cause a great defeat. Therefore, every time they meet, they will form a battle formation, and use the method of grinding and grinding to wipe out the master regardless of the cost of casualties.

The White Horse Battalion naturally has its own formation, and sure enough, dozens of teams of people and horses, like poisonous snakes passing through the city gate, first surrounded the old man, and then rushed to kill from all directions, if the master encounters such a killing machine in the chaotic army, most of them will end up with hatred, after all, two fists are difficult to defeat four hands.

When these ten teams of men and horses rushed to the front, the array changed again, forming a spiral, rotating rapidly, surrounding the old man in the array, and the men and horses interspersed and alternated with each other without the slightest confusion. Song Qi gave an order, and the person closest to the old man raised the spear in his hand, and it rained down like a meteor for a while. The old man looked at the spears coming from all directions, but there was no confusion at all. With both hands raised, and then turned in place, all the gun heads were pulled under the double tuck.

Everyone was shocked, and the old man grinned and laughed, one foot hit hard, directly through the bluestone slab, into the ground more than three inches, and then the other foot, another three inches into the ground. In an instant, the bluestone slabs under his feet cracked into the cobwebs, and the courage was terrifying, the old man did not look like an old man with exhausted qi and blood at all, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and he shouted, holding the dozens of guns, his body twisted, and suddenly a group of people turned on his back.

There was no one standing around this person, and Song Qi was not far away, and he immediately gasped when he saw this. The old man's gray hair was scattered, his sleeves were shattered, and the muscles on his exposed arms bulged, and he smiled around again. Suddenly, the people who participated in the hunt around were suddenly shocked and retreated.

Song Qi's eyes gradually became cold, he kicked the horse's belly hard, and the white horse under his crotch rushed out like lightning, while he flattened the spear and rushed straight towards the old man.

The old man was also ruthless, and he actually reached out and grabbed the tip of the gun, and the huge momentum was enough to break the bones of the person, but the old man only took three steps back and stood still, but each step left deep footprints on the ground.

The other people around him also followed Song Qi's example, rushing to kill, and the old man's face became solemn for the first time, just at the moment when the tips of everyone's guns were about to stab the old man. The old man sighed again.

Song Qi only felt that creepy feeling came again, and instinctively abandoned the gun and retreated, because his gun was held in the old man's hand and could not be pulled out. He rode his horse back, and he didn't go far. A low shout, like thunder, exploded in the chaos of the army.

At this point, the sword should be drawn. ”

"Zheng!" the sword roared to the sky, and its anger soared into the sky. A bloody glow bloomed.

Song Qi stayed where he was, but the old man was silent. Then I saw a human head rolling down from the neck, followed by dozens of huge human heads. Rolling to the ground, dozens of blood pillars rushed up half a foot high.

When all the corpses fell to the ground, revealing the old man in the middle, the old man was still standing straight, drenched in blood, but he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's.

The old man held a sword in his hand, this sword was simple and atmospheric, the body of the sword was cold, and the blade was dripping with blood. The blood flowed down the blade of the sword drop by drop, and then dripped from the tip of the sword, hitting the bluestone slab, ticking and ticking, like spring rain falling on the eaves of the house, hitting the alley.

The White Horse Battalion was already frightened at this time, and nearly 100 people were lost in just a few photos.

The old man ignored the blood on his body, raised his head, looked at the city, and the momentum on his body slowly rose, like a hurricane on the flat ground, one zhang, three zhang, ten zhang, thirty zhang, everyone retreated in fear, and there was no one within thirty zhang around him.

"Since you're here, come down, they're just ant ears, they can't stop me, if you don't make a move, I'll go directly into the palace and chop a sentence Wu Xiao'er." The old man looked at the tower.

On the top of the tower, there were hundreds of strong bows, and the arrows were already wound and ready to be fired at any time, and on the battlements, there stood a man.

The man held a whisk of dust, and his white eyebrows were long, hanging down to his chest. His face is clean and beardless, and his complexion is as ruddy as that of a child. Standing with his eyes down, there is no breath on his body, but he can control the world.

"Our family hasn't made a move for ten years, and if we do, we will kill people!"