"There are eighteen horses in Bingzhou, one horse and one force, and the forces are connected. Sure enough, there are some ways." The northwest king sat back on the chariot, and four strong men carried him and looked outside the city.
"It may seem like a rough attack method, but every move has murderous intent and no cumbersome movements." Tu Haojie echoed: "Even Tu's marksmanship is only good enough to take on the thirteenth man's mace. "
"Even a cultivator would find it difficult to resist this near-perfect attack and killing coordination."
"Indeed, the long-term battle on the battlefield has trained me to attack without any delay, killing people with every move."
While a few people on the city wall were still praising them, the first round of killings under the city had been completed.
Poppy was on one side and Shiqi Qi was on the other. Black blood gurgled from the Black Demon's wound and fell on the ice, making a "tick-tick-tick" sound.
The seventeen riders spread out in a tacit understanding and stood in a circle, surrounding the black demon in the middle.
The black demon tilted his head and looked, as if thinking, and then punched the ice.
"Crack" the ice cracked.
The black demon picked up an icicle, rubbed it on the black blood, carried it on his shoulder, and tilted his head again.
"kill!"
A chilling air made the ice even colder.
The eighteen Bingzhou cavalrymen, including the poppies, all charged towards the black demon.
For a moment, the horse's hooves flew and ice splashed everywhere.
Weapons were flying everywhere, icicles were clanging and clattering.
"This black demon seems to be getting familiar with fighting?" Ling Muyun put his hands on the wall. He found that under such a messy offensive, the black demon had no new injuries, but the Eighteen Bingzhou Cavalry were already panting.
Obviously, a lot of physical energy was consumed.
"That's true!" Ji Kuang agreed: "Moreover, the eyes of this black demon are gradually clearing up."
"Eighteen Cavalry, the first round used the two-dragon water formation, and the second round used the four-sided pocket bottom formation. Although it is simple, it also brings out the best of the formation." Zhuge Qing fanned again and again: "Now put out the A long snake formation, but it started to defend and fell to the ground."
Inside the venue.
It’s not that the Eighteen Cavalrymen in Bingzhou didn’t know the current formation, they were more than capable of attacking but insufficient of defense.
But in the field, they had a deeper understanding of the black demon's attack.
The icicle in its hand, perhaps because it was stained with blood, was as hard as iron, and it did not fall behind when it collided with the weapon.
His attacks are becoming more flexible and more skillful.
Shiba Qi Geng saw the bloodthirsty madness in its dull eyes.
In the long snake formation, the poppy was at the end of the queue. This was not intentional.
Bingzhou's eighteen cavalry never failed.
Either, take the enemy's head, or be beheaded by the enemy.
This is the rule.
The Eighteen Riders are brave and fearless of death, and the Shi family must be the last to die.
This is also the rule.
Just being loyal.
The black demon held his head with his hand and stopped tilting it.
Then he took off the dark icicle from his shoulder. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and he inserted his fingers into the end of the icicle.
Lift your feet.
Black Demon and Eighteen Cavalry charged at each other at the same time.
The armor and sword shone coldly in the moonlight.
The eyes of every rider are full of firmness and determination. In order to defend their dignity and the so-called glory, they are willing to sacrifice their lives.
decisive battle.
The moment he approached, the black demon grabbed Ma Shan with his left hand, and hit the first rider on the head with an icicle in his right hand.
Like a watermelon bursting into pieces, the waist of a horse even sitting down was broken.
Blood sprayed three feet high.
The second knight's scimitar was clamped by the black demon's neck, and then he grabbed his arm with his hands. The icicles stabbed straight into his chest like a knife.
The arm was broken, and the second rider was also lying on the ground.
The moment the bronze hammer of the third rider came into contact with the icicle, there was a deafening bang and it was bounced into the air.
Before the third rider could take the copper hammer, a big black hand was inserted into his throat.
This is a battle full of sacrifice and glory, without fear, moving forward courageously, with dignity and perseverance.
…
Ling Muyun was stunned to see it.
Especially the woman who was lame nine and took advantage of others. Her head was held by the black demon in his hands, and there were traces of thunder and lightning on his hands.
At a height of one hundred feet, Ling Muyun couldn't land as beautifully as Dingbeicheng did.
The city gate, even if the Northwest King agrees to open it,
By the time it's opened, I'm afraid even the poppy has been poisoned, no matter who else.
When he was anxious, Ling Muyun's eyes met the spider silk.
Having hung on spider silk for a long time, he knew the toughness of spider silk.
"General Tu, please lend me your spear!"
Before Tu Haojie could agree, Ling Muyun grabbed the heavy gun and jumped over the wall.
He held a spear in the air, wrapped the tip of the spear around the spider silk, and exerted downward force on the body, sliding down the spider silk like a heavy weight.
When the speed is too fast, pull another gun flower to slow down the speed.
Repeatedly, he finally jumped in front of Poppy.
Before he could say a few ambitious words such as "I am responsible for everything", a spider thread tied him up unexpectedly.
With a wave of her beautiful hand, Ling Muyun was "glued" to the city wall.
"what you do?"
"This is the glory of Bingzhou's Eighteen Riders!" There was determination and tragedy in Poppy's words.
"Glory, hammer, I won't allow you to die! Thunder Fire!"
The spider thread broke at the sound.
The moment he landed, Ling Muyun fired several thunderbolts from his palm, lighting up the black demon's body like a light in the darkness.
The black demon didn't notice anything unusual, and an icicle penetrated the seventeenth rider's chest.
Then he hit the back of his left hand with his right palm, and the icicle came out of his hand, flying towards the poppy with the body of the Seventeenth Cavalry.
"Boom" The icicle was shattered by a thunderbolt within a foot of the poppy, sending ice shards flying in all directions.
"Thunder Technique: Four Beasts to Suppress Evil." Ling Muyun held the seal with his left hand and felt a slight chill in his heart: "Fortunately, I caught up! With my small body, placed in front of the poppy, I can become a mandarin duck with the same fate."
"Ling Muyun, what are you doing?" Poppy's eyes were cold.
All seventeen cavalrymen have gone to the disaster, leaving Poppy alone to survive.
"If you don't repay your debt, you will die?" Ling Muyun suddenly flashed with lightning, and stood in front of the poppy: "What kind of bullshit glory, for me, is not as real as that of Xizhou Qu!"
"Ling Muyun..." Tears suddenly filled the poppy's eyes.
There are eighteen cavalry in Bingzhou, each one is glorious.
Ever since she was sensible, she has been instilled with the idea of revenge over and over again.
The ambition to restore the country was strengthened over and over again.
Until the father, who became ill from overwork and did not dare to use his real name, died in depression.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't want to wander around in various check boxes with that illusory dream of national restoration.
Go find support from various aristocratic families.
I don't even want to give all my youth to Ran Min, who has been buried in the loess for a long time, and who Shi Le regards as his own adopted grandson.
When Zhang Tianshi said, "It is difficult for the Shi family to prosper," she gave up her last stubbornness.
Regardless of whether she has no ambition or is rebellious, at least she has preserved the final glory of the Bingzhou Eighteen Cavalry.
This left the Shi family with the last bit of face.
When everything was relieved, the young man who could only stand in the back row while listening to music stood in front of him.
Not relatives, not friends, just for the "Western Song" that has not yet been sung.
"It's not worth it!" Poppy's tears finally fell.
"You bitches are so squealing!" Ling Muyun finished scolding and forced a joke: "I didn't taste the thunder bath last time. Do you want to try it this time?"
Seeing that Poppy didn't respond, Ling Muyun couldn't help but yelled: "You fucking want to kill me!"
"Ah...oh!" Poppy remembered the scene where She Qilan was hit by a thunderbolt, attacking indiscriminately, shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods.
He hurriedly drove the polar cold spider to collect the spider silk on the city wall.
He walked up a foot, stopped in mid-air, and said to Ling Muyun's back: "When you come back alive, I will sing a song from Xizhou to you."
