Above the wilderness, under the moonlight.
The white-haired knights suddenly charged into the crowd, one man and one horse.
"The general of Xia who escaped that day!"
The moment Lang Nu took advantage of the moonlight behind the crowd to see the opponent's figure clearly, he saw the shadow of the gentian spear. As soon as a master of Fengpintang approached him, his leather jacket instantly shattered and scattered like butterflies.
The hand holding the sword was directly smashed by the spearhead, and the knight was lifted up into the air. The knight who was charging towards him on horseback passed directly over the fallen figure in the moonlight and flashed in the darkness.
He jumped straight out from the circle of two masters. In the dim moonlight, the knight drew his gun in mid-air, and instantly hit the head of the person on the left. With his other hand, he pulled out the green sword with a clang and struck the person on the right. Expert neck.
The white horse landed, and among the two masters who were surrounded, one head exploded, and the other rose into the sky.
next moment.
The horse that landed on the ground carried the knight above and rushed towards the three prisoners in front. He danced with his spear and sword. The seven masters of Fengpintang along the way did not dare to forcefully engage, and they repeatedly retreated from the range of the sword and spear head.
"Zhaoyi!"
The rushing knight tightened the reins to the left. The moment the running horse hit the three prisoners over there, he made a beautiful and elegant swing, clamped the horse's belly, put the sword back into its sheath, suddenly turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and grabbed The girl's arms, which were thrown to the ground, pulled her onto the horse's back and laid her across the saddle.
In the siege of everyone, he directly broke through the siege and left straight away.
Three masters were killed in a confrontation, but the other one grabbed the woman and ran away, leaving Langnu and others stunned and subconsciously looking at the only two civil servants left.
The gagged Wang Lang screamed, and Qin Hui on the side was also scared to death. The experience of being captured by the Jin people made him suffer from liver and gallbladder. When he saw the rushing reinforcements, he only rescued the imperial concubine, and he burst into tears. Almost falling.
"Boss...what should we do now?" Someone was unwilling to give in and looked back at Lang Nu.
The latter gritted his teeth and his arms were shaking slightly, "Take these two people with you and let's catch up!"
There must be pursuers behind them, and it is impossible to keep the remaining two Xia prisoners. If they are killed, if the Xia princess is not captured, it will really be a loss to my grandma's family.
Tap tap tap——
"The sound of horse hooves again!"
The remaining fifteen people were about to leave with the two prisoners when the familiar sound of horse hooves sounded again in the wilderness ahead.
"Disperse and use hidden weapons to knock him off his horse!"
First, they met the eight people. When they saw the knight coming back and fighting, they knew that the opponent's riding fighting skills were almost unmatched. When the opponent got closer, he immediately waved his sleeves.
Swish swish swish——
Various hidden weapons such as steel needles, throwing knives, and darts were spread out in the darkness, flying towards the opponent. But the knight on the horse just turned his hand, and the galloping horse suddenly tilted its body and continued running in a crooked posture. It also turned an arc in the wilderness and bypassed the densely populated areas with hidden weapons.
Then, there was a rapid sound in the air, and a knight emerged from an arc, holding a bow and arrow on horseback. The two people throwing concealed weapons were instantly hit by the arrow, and arrows came out from their backs. , fell to the ground and died without a word.
These people were all hand-selected by Tuoba Kui, who was also the best in concealed weapon skills in Fengpintang. Their accuracy was frightening, but they were easily dodged by the opponent's control of the horse, and he also shot two arrows, killing two of them. Shoot over.
But no one paid attention to the companions who were shot and killed by arrows. Before they entered the Fengpin Hall, they had wandered alone in the green forests of the rivers and lakes. They were used to seeing life and death and had no feelings for their companions.
The moment the opponent came over, the remaining six people attacked the opponent in unison. The man on the left took a pair of iron claws hanging from his waist, jumped up and grabbed the figure on the horse's shoulders, neck and veins.
The other five people who attacked with him rushed forward with knives, swords, spears, and hooks. But the next moment, what greeted them was a storm of gentian guns in the hands of the knights on horseback!
A moment.
The master jumped in mid-air, grabbed the opponent with the iron claws on his hands, and stabbed him with lightning speed, directly stabbing him to death in mid-air. He hung his body on the head of the gun and waved it across a huge semicircle, roaring like a tiger!
With a bang, it hit the second and third people. The man wielding the knife collided with the corpse on the head of the gun. The whole person flew out like a cannonball, and countless flesh and blood exploded in the air.
The spear in the third man's hand raised the gunfire, and then the spear in his hand clashed with the opponent's silver spear in the air for more than ten times. The more they hit, the more he kept retreating.
"Ah!" The master suddenly screamed, and the spear in his hand was thrown away, and his arm was directly pierced by the gentian spear. When the pain came, the silver spear that pierced his shoulder jerked.
His entire right arm was directly severed from his right shoulder, and the charging knight went straight behind him, missed a few other people, made another beautiful flick, and stretched out his hand to grab Wang Lang, who was lying on the ground like the emperor just now. Like a concubine, she was lifted onto a horse.
The knight left only a shadow of his back to the few people here and left gracefully.
"Ahhh!"
The prodigal slave was so angry that he swung his iron rod and smashed the nearby grass, roaring angrily, "Who do you think we are? Come when you want, leave when you want!"
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded in the copse, and the remaining ten people, including the rogue slave and the man with the sharp voice, all turned around.
They saw that the Xia general who had been carrying the coffin had already caught up with him. He rushed out of the woods with a long sword and rushed directly towards Lang Nu. The latter sank his feet down and slashed the opponent with the iron rod in his hand. Blocked by the lower blade.
Pang De turned his head and glanced at Qin Hui, only to see one person still there, and his eyes suddenly glared, "Where is the imperial concubine! Where is Situ! Hand it over!!"
He pressed the knife edge and pushed the opponent to slide to the ground.
Ten Fengpintang masters from around rushed forward. In a few swish steps, the horse's hooves rushed forward, and the knight in silver armor and white robes came to kill him again.
There was a look of surprise in Qin Hui's eyes, and he kept twisting and screaming at the knight who was coming to kill him.
However, something was different this time. The figure coming on horseback directly targeted the crowded place and killed it.
Even though the ten people here were prepared, their courage was broken by the opponent's two attacks. Their hands and feet were not as agile as before, but they still roared and rushed forward, using their own special skills, swinging their weapons and slashing at Horse legs, or leap into the air to attack and kill the opponent.
In the moonlight, the man on the white horse stood up, dodged the sword in the knight's hand, and stabbed the sword master with a swish. The forelimbs of the white horse fell to the ground, and the green sword and the slanting thorn in the other hand were The long sword came and struck twice, then he stepped on the stirrup, jumped up, and fought frantically with the four people who were also flying towards him in mid-air. The cloak spread, the gentian thrust out, and the green sword slashed. .
Several screams echoed through the wilderness——
Lang Nu swung his stick and pushed Pang De away, turning his face sideways. The light of the sword and the shadow of the gun flashed across his eyes, and the scene in front of him was reflected in his contracted pupils.
Several people in mid-air flew out like cannonballs with blood streaks. The white-robed general who was separated from them fell to the ground with another sword and a gun, killing the two Fengpintang masters from behind.
The remaining woman and a man stood there fearfully, but the two of them rushed over with a cry of "Ah!". The white-robed general squinted his eyes slightly, and the sword edge hanging on the side of his leg danced, as if it was torn apart quickly. The sound of cloth and blood crisscrossed and flew into the air.
The woman was kicked directly in the abdomen, and her screams spread across the fields and bushes.
"Sister!!" Lang Nu roared.
He swung the iron rod with all his strength, trying to knock down the opposite Pound. The huge force that suddenly burst out was astonishing. Pound subconsciously distanced himself, and the iron rod hit the ground. Every time it hit, there was a deep hole, and even My feet were shaking.
However, as a swordsman who could compete with Guan Yu, Pang De hit the opponent with a stick, which was also a full force sword strike. The metal touched, sparks flashed, and in an instant, it was pressed back to Lang Nu's chest.
He turned his wrist, and the blade scraped against the pair of iron rods in the opponent's hands. With a sharp metal friction sound, the heavy iron rods were lifted into the air.
"Ah!" Lang Nu clenched his fist and hit Pound's chest angrily.
With a loud bang, Pound flew upside down and hit a tree in the bush behind him. The tree was broken in half.
Lang Nu turned around without picking up the fallen weapon. He looked over there and saw the white-robed general walking toward him with a gun and a sword in each hand.
He walked a few steps away and suddenly hugged a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms. He roared "Ah!" and his face turned red. The boulder that was half sunken into the soil was immediately lifted up and pushed directly towards it. The general of Xia State opposite.
The wind blows from the bush, and the figure in silver armor and white robes is surrounded by a faint white air. He hangs the green sword and gentian gun lightly in his hands and looks at the prodigal slave who is roaring and charging towards him as he walks leisurely.
At this moment, the burly Langnu made one shoe mark after another, hugging the boulder and using the momentum of his run to hit it.
"I said, I will let you die in the wilderness..."
Zhao Yun's eyes were cold, and as he walked, he spoke with a faint voice, and fired a swift shot at the boulder he hit.
"...I will do what I say!"
Stone chips suddenly flew into the air, and the gun head directly blocked the terrifying momentum.
"Uh-huh-"
Lang Nu took a step back holding the boulder, and then took another step forward. The boulder was waved away in his hands like a weapon, forcing Zhao Yun to retreat. However, when the boulder hit, the green sword and gentian gun roared at the same time.
Secret Technique: The Victorious General!
The Qingzhi Sword slashed furiously, and the Gentian Spear brought up the strong wind, frantically slashing and swiping at the boulders that were also swung. The heavy boulders turned into shapes at the speed of the naked eye amidst the chopping and slamming sounds. Debris, large and small, flew everywhere.
"Ah!"
Lang Nu's hands almost sank into the boulder, but when he swung it behind him, only a small part of the boulder was removed. His hands were cut off in an instant by the Qingzhi Sword along with the last rock.
Looking at Qi Gen's broken wrist, Lang Nu retreated in panic and fear. The next second, the gentian spear stabbed at his throat diagonally.
From behind, Pound pushed the long knife in his hand and pierced Ronnu's vest from behind.
Gululu... blood bubbles kept popping up in the gap between the gun tip and the wound. Zhao Yun and Pang De put away their guns and drew their swords together. Lang Nu's eyes widened and he fell straight down.
"There is still one?"
"Looks like he ran away!"
…
Late at night, Luyang Palace.
There were many tokens hanging in the ancestral temple, among which one token with the word 'Zhao' gradually glowed, taking on a snow-white color.
(End of chapter)
