Liu Rongzu turned his head slightly, glanced at Mahamod, and suddenly raised his hand. Everyone felt that their eyes were blurred, a white light flew past, and a red dot flashed on Mahamod's neck. , the mace flew away from his hand, flew more than ten steps away, and landed heavily on the ground.
And the blood fountain splashed out from a round hole in his collar armor. Even the many armored cavalrymen in the cavalry formation behind him could see clearly that his neck, together with the front and rear layers of collar armor, was , was completely penetrated, and Liu Rongzu's figure could even be seen from this bloody hole!
At this time, Liu Rongzu was holding a cavalry crossbow in his hand. Different from ordinary cavalry crossbows, this cavalry crossbow was half a circle larger, and the power of the crossbow exceeded eight stones. With just one click, it could It penetrated the neck of Mahmoud, who was about forty steps away, plus the two layers of collar-protecting iron armor on the front and back.
Moreover, this crossbow arrow hit the Adam's apple, no less than an inch. If one considers the body-protecting wind brought by Mahmoud's mace, this crossbow, no matter in terms of shooting speed, accuracy, or The strength is breathtaking. Otherwise, how could he kill Mahamod, who had experienced hundreds of battles, with a crossbow without even seeing the arrow clearly?
Mahmoud spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed from the saddle. His left hand was covering his Adam's apple, and blood still couldn't stop emerging from between his fingers, staining his palms. His wrist and sleeve armor were all bright red. He tried his best to point his right hand at Liu Rongzu, as if he wanted to accuse this guy of being unprepared for weapons and hurting people with hidden arrows. However, his right hand only reached halfway, and before he could point at the opponent, two With a black eye, he fell from his horse and died.
The corners of Liu Rongzu's mouth curled up in disdain and he said coldly: "It's so noisy. If you want to go up, you don't dare to go up. Where are you playing tricks?"
Having said this, he said to Murong Lin in a deep voice: "Let's find someone who can fight. Don't let me think that all armored cavalry are just fake tricks without practicing!"
Behind Murong Lin, a big black man tore off his helmet. This man was Mahamod's brother Grigolf. He also held a mace and his eyes were wide open. He did not wait for Murong Lin's order. He rushed out from the horse, holding the mace upside down, and went straight for Liu Rongzu. As he galloped, he roared: "The little thief who attacked with secret arrows will give my brother his life!"
His horse was flying like flying, and the mace dragged on the ground brought up smoke and dust. The iron spurs rubbed against the sand and stones on the ground, and the sparks they splashed were just like the anger rushing out of his eyes. They were all breathing heavily, with a murderous aura and anger soaring into the sky. Even a hundred steps away, people could feel it deeply. Even people and horses weighed more than a thousand kilograms of power, accompanied by a charge with a speed of more than a hundred miles per hour. At such a speed, a normal person would be so frightened that his legs would weaken and he would not be able to even escape, let alone resist face to face.
A slight smile appeared on Liu Rongzu's lips and he nodded: "This looks like a bit of armored cavalry, so it's worth my taking."
He waved and turned his left hand, and the big crossbow disappeared all of a sudden. It must have been hung back on the weapon hook for him, and the Fang Tian painted halberd he had been dragging on the ground was also slowly moved by him. It changed from being held upside down to holding the halberd horizontally on the side of the horse. The tip of the halberd pointed forward slightly, pointing sideways upwards, pointing directly at Grigov's face.
As soon as Murong Lin saw Liu Rongzu's move, he looked stern and exclaimed: "No, all the attack directions of Grigov are now targeted by this halberd. This kid is really not simple, he can actually do something like this." Martial Arts!"
A guard around him said in surprise: "Wu'er can only fight on foot, but not on horseback. This guy looks like he is only in his early twenties, how can he be so powerful?"
Murong Lin gritted his teeth: "There are no absolutes in the world. The martial arts of Liu Jingxuan, who came to Dayan last time, is not inferior to any of our knights in Dayan. Although their ordinary soldiers lack horses and can only fight on foot, the general's nephew may be a specialized soldier." The trained cavalry should not be underestimated. The cavalry just now is no worse than the ordinary tribal cavalry, and this guy, looking at this stance, is a first-rate master, so he should not be underestimated."
Another guard said unconvinced: "That's not necessarily true. Grigov is a famous warrior among our armored cavalry. His impact has directly knocked down the enemy's camp gate, and he can even kill an enemy with one stick." Strong bull, even if this kid has some skills, if he sits on a stationary horse and receives the blow of the charging cavalry, huh, I don't believe he can catch it!"
Murong Lin bit his lips tightly. The light in his eyes flashed again and again, and his eyes were fixed on the front. The armored cavalrymen all looked at Grigov's sandstorm with excitement. Differently, his eyes were fixed on the tip of Liu Rongzu's halberd, and his motionless hand that firmly held the Fangtian painted halberd.
Grigov had already rushed to a place less than ten steps away from Liu Rongzu. He opened his mouth wide and let out a roar as powerful as thunder. It was like a thunder exploded in mid-air, shaking the hearts of people dozens of steps away. one time.
Following this loud roar, Grigov's mace was suddenly lifted up and raised directly to his head. This powerful blow was a move he had calculated and practiced countless times. Countless cavalrymen died. Under the force of the mace after crossing the horse, Murong Lin also opened his eyes wide and stood up directly from the stirrups, while Liu Rongzu's hand was still under his fixed gaze, and he was also very I want to know, what is the ability of this Jin army boy in front of me to defeat this fatal blow? ! At least this time, he couldn't use crossbow shooting to solve the problem.
A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Rongzu's mouth: "It's a bit interesting."
But he, who was still just now, suddenly pulled the reins of the horse with his left hand. At this moment, the red dragon mount, which had been motionless just now, jumped forward in an instant. The man and the horse flew forward as much as five steps. In an instant.
Grigov's mouth was still wide open, and his war cry was like a mace spinning above his head. It hadn't ended yet, but he saw that the enemy knight who was just seven or eight steps away had flown to him in the blink of an eye. In front of him, the gleaming tip of the halberd directly scratched his side that was completely exposed because he held the mace high.
The two horses passed by each other like this, and the smoke slowly dispersed. It could be seen that Grigov and his horse ran twenty steps away, while Liu Rongzu was still sitting calmly on the horse, with his right hand The posture of holding the halberd remained almost the same as before, but the mount flew forward six or seven steps.
A pool of blood dripped from the tip of Liu Rongzu's halberd. The moment the first drop of blood fell to the ground, Gregor, who was more than ten steps behind him, still holding the mace above his head, also crashed down and flattened his head. At the same time as his head, the blood under Gregory's right rib spurted like a fountain!
