"Da da da!!!"
The sound of the horse's hooves was like a violent storm, hitting the glass with extreme violence.
Wu Nian and Wanyan Xian quickly approached each other.
Although Wu Nian has just recovered from a serious illness, his momentum is not weak. Taking the lead, the arms protected by the armor suddenly grew thicker, and he stabbed Wan Yanxian in the chest.
Wanyan frowned slightly. This guy was so powerful. He was really recovering from a serious illness. Or has it been better a long time ago, recuperating in secret, and now is the heyday?
"Bump!" Wan Yanxian took a defensive position, raised his sword upwards, and intercepted Wu Nian's attack. The weapons of both sides collided in the air.
At the same time, two riders passed each other.
"Kill!" Wu Nian held the horse's rein in his right hand, pulled the reins with his left hand, quickly turned the horse's head, roared violently, and killed Wan Yanxian again.
Wan Yanxian did the same and rushed towards Wu Nian again.
"Kill!!!" Wu Nian was as powerful as a bear and a tiger. He sat upright, as if he was standing on a rotten silver stirrup. He raised the horse's horse high, with a bright light in his eyes, and chopped it down from left to right. .
"Bump!" Wan Yanxian still took the defensive position, swung the black iron sword in his hand, and the two sides passed each other again.
After ten rounds of this, Wanyan became a little impatient.
This guy is indeed getting better and better at fighting, and his martial arts skills have improved a lot compared to the last time they fought. But if this goes on.
"Kill!!!" Wanyanxian's waist sank, the black iron sword was placed across his waist, and he swung it out with force, drawing a perfect arc, trying to cut off Wu Nian's waist.
Wu Nian's eyes flashed with a deep expression on his face. Looking at the oncoming sharp blade, he leaned back.
"Bump!!!" Wu Nian couldn't avoid it. The horse in his hand "swayed" and fell to the ground. The helmet also flew up and rolled down.
"Drive!!!!" The collision of the helmet caused blood to flow from Wu Nian's forehead. After stabilizing his body, he hugged the horse's neck with both hands and leaned on the horse's back, trying to reduce his area as much as possible.
"Quickly, go back to the valley." Wu Nian shouted, and his hands slowly touched the red bow behind the horse, and pulled out an arrow from the quiver.
"If you can shoot Wan Yanxian here!!!" Wu Nian galloped on his horse, crazy thoughts flashing in his mind, and the light in his eyes was astonishingly bright.
It was the first time in the history of the Chu state to shoot and kill eight hundred serious Meng Yuan generals.
"drive!!!!"
Seeing that their general was defeated, the ten cavalrymen couldn't help but look shocked, but they quickly reacted, turned their horses' heads, and galloped towards the rear.
It's not a blow either.
Anyway, none of the generals in the generals of Liaodong could be the opponent of Wanhu in Meng Yuan Dynasty. There are even very few people who can defeat Captain Meng Yuan.
His own general has been able to fight against Wanhu for so long, which is already outstanding.
Moreover, the general has recovered from a serious illness.
"Hahahaha. It turns out you were bluffing." Wan Yanxian laughed loudly, finally figuring out the details of Wu Di.
A bluffing paper tiger.
"Kill!!!" After turning the horse's head, Wan Yanxian raised his sword and galloped towards Wu Nian.
He is confident that his horse is a top-notch horse with strong explosive power. As for Wu Nian's horse, its horsepower is actually average.
He had just observed it.
"Da da da!!!" The sound of horse hooves sounded crisply and rhythmically.
Wan Yanxian was chasing happily, but suddenly an alarm bell rang in his heart. My whole body felt as if I was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and my hairs stood on end.
Wan Yanxian turned around subconsciously.
Wu Nian in front suddenly stood up, with a red war bow in his hand. He drew the bow to a full circle, and after taking aim for a moment, he released the bow string.
"Boom" sound.
"Whoosh!!!" The black arrow shot out like lightning, hitting Wan Yanxian's neck directly.
With a "touch", Wanyanxian's first turning movement took effect, and the arrow hit Wanyanxian's right shoulder.
The power of bows and arrows is different.
The bows look the same, but the draw weights are completely different. The bow in Wu Nian's hand is a bow with top-drawing power.
In Beishan Castle, he was the only one who could pull it apart.
The level of armor piercing is naturally different.
Wan Yanxian felt a pain in his shoulder, his face immediately turned pale, sweat poured out profusely, and the black iron sword in his right hand fell to the ground as he almost lost his grip.
"Hello!" Veins popped out on Wanyan Xian's forehead. He pulled the reins of the horse with his left hand, turned the horse's head, and galloped towards his own military formation.
"He was not shot to death?!!!" Wu Nian felt extremely regretful. He quickly reacted, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, turned the horse's head, and charged straight towards Wan Yanxian.
"Drive!!!!" Wu Nian waved the steel sword in his right hand, lying on the horse's back with his entire upper body, trying to reduce wind resistance as much as possible. The horse's speed increased to the limit, but he still watched Wan Yanxian go further and further. In the end, he could only regretfully stop his horse, dismount, pick up the horse shaft and helmet he had left behind, then turn his horse's head and head towards the valley.
When Wu Nian's soldiers discovered what had happened, they immediately stopped their horses and turned back to help, but Wu Nian turned around again. They could only turn around again and galloped away with Wu Nian into the valley.
"Wan Yanxian. You are lucky. I have set up a formation in front, do you dare to attack?" Wu Nian turned around and laughed while speeding.
The laughter was extremely loud, reverberating among the hills like rolling thunder.
After saying that, Wu Nian turned his neck and looked forward again. Hengshan flew forward from his back and disappeared among the trees and hills in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been there before.
"General!!!!!"
The Meng Yuan captain and the Meng Yuan warriors saw Wanyan Xian hit by an arrow. They felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and their dead souls were expelled. However, they quickly reacted and swarmed forward.
"It's okay. Get some sore medicine quickly."
Although Wan Yanxian was not defeated, it was common for him to be injured and bleed on the battlefield. Although he was sweating from the pain, he was very calm and yelled.
Soon after, he galloped into the formation. He turned over and dismounted, and immediately threw the black iron sword to the ground. He waved his hand towards the soldiers who came up to him. Regardless of the arrow still stuck in his shoulder, he raised his head and said, "Go up the hill."
When they reached the hill, they ordered the soldiers to guard heavily and the archers to draw their bows fully to ensure safety. Wan Yanxian then asked his soldiers to come up, took off his armor, and sat on the bench.
There was no doctor accompanying him, so the captain picked up the knife, lit a fire first, helped Wanyanxian pick out the arrowhead, then applied the golden sore medicine and tied the cloth bandage.
"This guy. You really want to shoot me to death!" Wan Yanxian was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soon soaked. He looked at the hills ahead with a pair of tiger eyes, feeling lingering fear.
He had been in the army for many years, and although injuries and bleeding were commonplace, this was the first time he was so close to death.
