Ye Yingru clenched her fists, and her body seemed to be trembling by the cold wind. After a few seconds, she added, "This is the tranquility that God has given them, and they cannot suffer bad luck because of my existence. Let's go down and stop those thugs!"

"No, I can't. Fang Qiuyao said calmly, "If that is Uncle Ye's trap, we will just fall into the net now." Before they find out about us, we should find a place to hide and take our time. ”

"Am I just going to watch those innocent people die for me?" Ye Yingru's face flushed with anger, but it showed an amazing coquettishness, "Young Master Fang, what about your sense of justice, what about your compassion?"

Fang Qiu turned his head to avoid her gaze, and said in a low voice: "The way of chivalry must also be done according to one's ability, not in vain. He guessed that Ye Yingru might have remembered the Tuzhao village that had been destroyed by zombies, which was why he suddenly became so sad. However, as the decision-maker of the current team, he had to harden his heart and refuse the request of his beloved.

"Young Master Fang, you're wrong. If the second uncle sets up an ambush here, there will definitely be a master who is not inferior to you sitting here. If you can see him, there's no reason why he can't see you. They'll be coming over soon, we're hesitating now, just give them a chance to break through, it's better to rush over in one go......"

When Ye Yingru said this, she didn't see his reaction, she suddenly walked over, grabbed his hand, and said softly: "Young Master Fang, I'm begging you, okay?"

Feeling the weak and boneless coldness in his hand, Fang Qiuyao trembled, and his heart was in turmoil for an instant. When he finally calmed down, he caught a glimpse of the water flashing in the girl's eyes, and his chest ached, as if a soft string in his heart had been touched, and blurted out: "I promise you......! Let's go!"

The group hurried to the bottom of the mountain.

The village was unusually deserted, at least on the periphery. The doors of every house are closed. Fang Qiuyao only heard the sound of suppressed and weak breathing in the room, which sounded only a little old, weak, and sick. There was a chaotic sound of fighting in the distance, and it seemed that the villagers who had combat effectiveness had gone there, and the situation was really critical. Fang Qiu couldn't appreciate the style of these houses, which were obviously different from ordinary villages, and strode towards the center of the village.

The shouts of killing got closer and closer, but the voice became deeper and lower, but a few screams were very terrible. Fang Qiuyao's heart tightened, and under Ye Yingru's urging, he used his body technique and left first.

When he ran out of the dense group of houses and landed on the ground, he was behind a group of men and horses, and immediately several knights stabbed him with iron spears.

Fang Qiuyao swung his sword with a low body, pierced through the gap in the iron spear, staggered past the war horse, and then quickly turned back, picking them off the horse with one person and one sword.

More knights turned their horses and charged towards him, and in an instant they rushed in front of him. However, in the few seconds before that, Fang Qiuyao had already seen the situation at the moment.

It was a well-trained group of elite cavalry, all riding green horses, all armed with iron spears, and dressed in exactly the same attire. When this force of nearly 100 people rushed in at once, it brought more than just shock to the opponent - it also brought destruction!

Sure enough, it was a premeditated ambush......

A bitter smile appeared on Fang Qiuyao's face. It seems that the promise promised to the beautiful woman can only be repaid with his life!

In the face of this dense battle array, there is no way to display exquisite swordsmanship, and the only way to do this is to -

He jerked his sword back into its sheath, stooped down to pick up the spear left behind by the dead knight, and rushed forward with the clattering hooves of his horse. He let out a low roar, and the iron spear swept through the fierce storm, and the strength of the rock-shattering rock shook a row of four horsemen and armoured men from their horses to the galloping hooves of their companions who followed them. With a swift swing of his spear, he wheeled the two horses in the middle to meet the second platoon. It doesn't take much skill, but with overwhelming strength and speed, it's enough to have an advantage in a frontal charge.

Third Platoon Cavalry!

His arms were numb, and the wound on his left shoulder was cracking open, and blood was gushing out. However, he believed that his image at this time was incomparably glorious and noble, especially in the eyes of the villagers who had lost the ability to resist. White-clothed, silver-studded, young man, isn't this the most classic heroic image?

There was a low shout from the center of the line, and the fourth platoon of cavalry did not rush. With the neighing of the war horses, all the knights stopped their momentum, and the uniform action made the young master of the Hunjiang Gang feel a chill in his heart. Such a well-disciplined army is by no means something that people from the rivers and lakes can train, is it ...... Fang Qiuyao glanced towards the source of the sound and saw an unusually tall figure. He rode on a majestic horse of maroon, wore green robes and soapnails all over his body, and held a Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, and was undoubtedly the leader of this army.

That person had no murderous aura, he was not as angry as an ordinary general, his eyes were only empty and indifferent, but the endless coldness that came out of it made Fang Qiuyao feel a fear that was even more terrifying than that of Black Rock.

Haha, what a legendary scene of a young hero with a silver spear and a plain coat challenging dozens of evil and powerful knights! However, unfortunately, I am afraid that no one can tell this story......

Fang Qiuyao's heart was filled with sadness, he dropped the iron spear, pulled out his long sword again, and shouted in a deep voice: "The name of the person who came!"

With another muffled command from the leader of the knights, in a breath of time, four columns of cavalry crossed into two columns, clinging to the wall, making room for the leader to drive his horse forward.

"Juyizhuang, the head of the dragon. The man's tone was monotonous and cold, without the slightest human emotion, like a dull piece of metal.

Hearing this name, Fang Qiuyao's heart sank completely. It seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to leave this place today.

He cheered up and reported his surname: "I am Fang Qiuyao of the Hunjiang Gang, and I have come to learn the tricks of His Excellency Long Shou!"

After saying this, he threw away all his distracting thoughts, met the other party's eyes, the long sword provoked, and the azure blue true qi gushed out, condensed into another extended sword tip, and shot towards the dragon's head through the air. He was running so fast that he was almost in the air, and halfway through, the sword was coming out of his palm like a most furious arrow, and the roar of the wind seemed to pierce everything.

At this time, the dragon's answer was still in the air: "Oh-"

It wasn't until the sword qi came to him that he raised his arm unhurriedly, and the halberd in his palm suddenly melted into a misty green shadow, and with an understatement, the violent sword that shot over let out a crisp scream, and swirled to the side.

The dragon head raised his arm again, and the halberd shadow flashed, and it was already handed to Fang Qiu Yao's door, and the terrible sound of the wind accompanied by the smell of bloody rust made his blood almost frozen.