Ying Ziqing took the lead, waving the dragon in his hand, and slashed out a series of cold sword energy. Each sword energy could take away the lives of dozens of Huns cavalry.
The Haechi sitting down also used his extremely sharp horn and claws to knock away the Hun cavalry one after another.
The bloody mouth swallowed up one Hun wolf soldier after another, but the scimitar of the Hun cavalry was unable to cause any harm to the Haechi.
On the battlefield, this man and beast were like a crazy god of death, slaughtering and harvesting the lives and souls of the Huns.
With a long roar, hundreds of war horses in front fell to the ground dead with their livers and gallbladders broken.
The Hun cavalry team was immediately disrupted, and then was overwhelmed by the iron pagoda like a war machine, while the two thousand bad guys were carrying out last-ditch attacks.
The Longxiang Iron Cavalry and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry rushed towards the wolf soldiers encircling them from both sides.
Baima Yicong continued to carry out guerrilla kiting with his super high mobility.
The white-tailed arrows pierced the heads or hearts of the Hun cavalry accurately.
King Youxian, who was surrounded by Hun cavalry in the rear, looked like 30,000 Longxiang cavalry charging rampantly among his 100,000-strong army.
His eyes were full of solemnity. Looking at the scene in front of him, he seemed to have seen a scene of hungry wolves on the grassland rushing into the sheep and killing them wantonly.
He didn't know why, but even though his own army was three times larger than the enemy's, he still had the gut feeling that he would lose.
After decades of crawling around on the grassland, he had relied on this inexplicable intuition to escape one calamity after another.
After only a moment of hesitation, he summoned his legitimate son and asked him to leave the battlefield with 10,000 Huns cavalry and return to the territory belonging to King Youxian.
Although the legitimate son did not understand, he still obeyed his father's will.
Leading 10,000 Huns cavalry, they quietly withdrew from the battlefield.
On this battlefield where hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting, the separation of 10,000 cavalry seemed insignificant.
On the other side, Ying Ziqing led the Tiefu Tu to fight a total of 200,000 Xiongnu wolf soldiers head-on, tearing open one hole after another from the tide of enemies.
But there was still a steady stream of Hun cavalry coming up one after another. As a result, the charging speed of Iron Buddha also slowed down.
Ying Ziqing knew that once Tiefutu stopped charging, the combat power of this invincible heavy cavalry would be reduced by half.
The vast Zhiyang inner energy in his body began to stir. He jumped up from the back of Haezhi, pointing the Longxiao Sword in his hand at the team of hundreds of thousands of Huns cavalry in front of him. At the same time, a line of fire seemed to appear behind him. A huge golden shadow.
The giant sword held in Xuying's hand was also aimed at the team.
The great shaman hidden in the army looked at the huge golden shadow behind Ying Ziqing, his pupils filled with shock.
"No, he can actually use magic, heaven, and earth!"
The great shaman retreated violently, trying to avoid Ying Ziqing's charged attack.
Ying Ziqing threw the Dragon Sky Sword in his hand towards the tidal army.
The golden image behind him made the same move as him.
The golden giant sword that almost covered the sky and the sun slammed into the 200,000 Huns army in front.
In an instant, most of the Hun cavalry horses were so frightened by this terrifying power that they fainted and foamed at the mouth.
As the golden giant sword fell, the ground made a loud roar,
Dust was flying all over the sky, and only half of the 200,000-strong army remained. Moreover, the army was in chaos and was scattered to pieces by the strong wind.
A huge sword-shaped mark appeared on the ground, and the Iron Buddha behind Ying Ziqing charged again, carrying the hundred-forged spear in his hand, and stabbed the chaotic Hun soldiers fiercely.
Ying Ziqing, who was floating in mid-air, raised his hand to recall the thrown Longxiao Sword, swayed, and returned to Haezhi's back.
Looking at the Huns cavalry who were in chaos and out of battle formation, he knew that the outcome of the battlefield here was already doomed.
Then, just as he was about to go to other battlefields, a green light suddenly shot out from under the soil. Ying Ziqing moved instantly to avoid the sudden blow, and then swung his sword and forced out the man hidden in the soil. Assassin below.
A figure wrapped in a gray robe and holding a crystal head appeared.
It was the great shaman of the wolf clan who had been hidden in the army before, and the green light just now shot out from the crystal head in her hand.
"Why, why, you weren't hit? Shouldn't you be exhausted?!"
Obviously, the great shaman did not expect that Ying Ziqing would still have the energy to dodge her fatal blow after using Fa Tian Xiang Di to kill a hundred thousand troops.
In response to the great shaman's unwilling roar, Ying Ziqing looked inwards at the full amount of Qi in his body, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the mask.
Then he stretched out his hand to grab it, and blazing golden thunder burst out from his palm. In an instant, he was in front of the great shaman. The crystal head in her hand was instantly annihilated by the thunder that seemed to be able to destroy everything.
Of course, the same was true for the great shaman's body. At this moment, a gray shadow suddenly emerged from her invisible body and escaped into the distance.
Ying Ziqing did not launch another thunderous pursuit. He knew that it should be the remaining soul of the wolf god Gu Ge. He was more useful to Ying Ziqing alive than dead.
He turned his penetrating gaze back to the battlefield. The Hun cavalry, which was originally numerically superior, had already shown signs of being suppressed.
Counting the 100,000 troops killed by Ying Ziqing, 200,000 Huns cavalry had been killed here.
At this time, Touman gathered the wise kings on his left and right. Looking at the declining Hun cavalry, he had already begun to think about retreating.
This 400,000 Xiongnu army can be said to be the entire Xiongnu family. Now more than half of it has been lost. If all of them are lost here, then the Xiongnu will not be far from destruction.
Just when he was about to give the order to retreat,
Ying Ziqing, wearing dark gold armor and a rustling black cloak, had already appeared above them.
Ying Ziqing looked down at the three most powerful people on the grassland and said indifferently:
"The barbarians invaded the territory and the tribe was exterminated!"
These eight characters seemed to be the judgment issued by Ying Ziqing to the Huns on behalf of the sky. At this time, dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and terrifying thunder filled them.
Suddenly, three golden thunderbolts fell with judgment on the three people.
The bodies of the three people were reduced to ashes, and at this moment, only the leaderless remnants of the Huns were left.
The outcome was already decided, and Ying Ziqing no longer paid attention to the battlefield at this moment.
He issued an order and immediately rode the Haechi in the direction where the legitimate son of King You Xian had escaped.
Following behind were two thousand elite delinquents whose swords were stained with blood.
Wearing a bamboo hat and an iron mask covering his face, he followed the commander on a horse.
