Accompanied by the sharp roar, there was a brilliance that was enough to steal away the sharpness of all weapons from everyone.
The energy surrounds the gun body and spins around, making a sharp sound, like a tiger roaring, a wolf howling, or an eagle hooting.
The brilliance passed by like a dream, one after another, like a lotus flower, like dancing, like a horse training.
The silver light was like lightning, as if it had taken away all the color in the world. Thousands of arrows fell on the front, and the arrows instantly shattered like a rain of flowers.
There was no gap, no flaw. The silver spears danced by the eighteen people seemed to have turned into eighteen dragons, and these eighteen dragons were controlled in the palms of the eighteen people.
The heart is moved by it, the gods are snatched by it, and everyone is eclipsed and frightened by it!
In an instant, they had rushed into the military formation. Five thousand archers could not stop them, and five thousand powerful arrows could not stop them. They were not allowed to string the bow again. They only waited in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the shield soldier caught a glimpse of Pi Lian's silver light...
The silver spear swept across, but it split the shield and the person.
The silver spear flew out, but it shattered the shield and penetrated the person.
The gun body was twisting, twitching, and bouncing. For a moment, the array of shield soldiers appeared in a bloody light. Every time they took out a shot, it was an exploding flower of blood. Every time they swept a shot, it was an explosion of blood. A corpse with two sections.
Wherever the silver spear passed, everyone's muscles and bones were broken, and even shields and weapons were shattered into pieces in one swing.
The body of the gun is as powerful as cracking earth and gravel, and the tip of the gun is as powerful as splitting mountains and splitting the ground. Anyone who touches it will die.
The eighteen-barred silver spear was like the remaining light from thousands of directions, sweeping away the soldiers of Fu Qin. When the spear light dispersed, which was enough to crack the earth and split the rocks, the silver light of the spear light came to annihilate all living beings.
People fell down one after another, either flying or bursting apart, corpses flying everywhere, and Fu Qin's soldiers turned into rain of blood, blood mist, mud and debris one after another.
The color of blood captivated everyone's eyes, and the light of the gun frightened everyone's soul!
The rain of blood fell, and when faced with the killing gun that wiped out everything, they were as weak as children, and their lives were as humble as grass. In just a moment, the battlefield became like a purgatory on earth.
On the high cliff, there is no blood, no fishy wind, the sun is still warm, and the rising sun is still soft, but even on this high cliff, Liu Yu can still feel the terror there.
The golden light shines on them, the silver armor shines, the silver spear shines, eighteen of them are like gods, and eighteen of them are like demons; whether they are gods or demons, they are all more terrifying than ghosts.
Not only terrifying, but also terrifying, deplorable, and terrifying. They were simply more terrifying than terrifying. The eighteen of them were simply terrifying to the extreme.
How could a mere eighteen people face fifty thousand people without possessing the power of gods and demons?
Liu Yu paid attention to the battlefield. Now the battlefield has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the army has stopped!
Facing such eighteen people, the morale of Fu Qin's army, which had been killed, was completely gone. Tens of thousands of soldiers did not dare to take a step forward, but the surrounding areas of the Eighteen Cavalry were cleared and turned into red ground.
Blood invaded the soil, and in that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the eighteen of them were like eighteen ghosts and gods!
However, the horses never stop, the people never stop, the killing never stops, the silver light shines again!
They wielded the spear, wielded the rod, vibrated the blade...the spear was still the same spear. When the spear came out, the sky moved, and when the spear stabbed, the heaven was shocked. The movement was like flowing water, flexible and changeable, and the energy was strong and solid. There was nothing like that silver spear. It can be stopped, no weapon can stop it, no one can stop it.
Someone can describe their silver spear. The silver spear seems to have become a living thing in their hands, not a dead thing. The gun seems to have possessed magical properties.
In vain, eighteen people broke away from their horses, their bodies moving like the wind, and their guns twisting like a whirlwind.
Swift Wind Shadow Step: Steps are like the wind, body is like a shadow...
Their people turned into the breeze, their guns turned into grace, and in the morning sky, they were like Jingjing facing Jingjue, and any of their enemies became dead.
A gust of wind, a touch of silver, a wisp of gold, a blush, and one after another people died!
Liu Yu was shocked when he saw all this; his heartbeat was clearly beating rapidly, but he seemed like he couldn't even breathe, his whole body was cold, and he was trembling and shaking involuntarily.
The same goes for Yan Fei.
Even on the high cliff, both of them could feel the fear that could not be wiped away or driven away. Such fear seemed to have invaded the soul... Therefore, one can imagine what the 50,000 soldiers of the Fu Qin Army were facing. How terrible.
Chaos, when the killing never stopped, when fear spread rapidly, when the terror continued to increase, Fu Qin's army began to fall into chaos. Those soldiers who saw the terrible Eighteen Cavalry had already been eroded by fear in their souls and no longer had the courage to face the enemy.
These people abandoned their bows and swords, discarded their helmets and armor, and fled northward. The Qin soldiers who were about to attack were scattered, shattered, and completely defeated.
But I saw people bumping into each other, people trampling on people, people turning on their backs, horses turning over, people falling, and shouts shaking the sky.
Fu Rong never expected that his 50,000-strong army would be defeated by a mere eighteen men, and he never expected that his 50,000-strong army would be overwhelmed by eighteen cavalry.
He galloped his horse with a sharp sword, cut off a man's head with a swing of his sword, and shouted: "Don't retreat, anyone who retreats will be killed!"
This battle is no longer a battle. If there were still people in Fu Qin who fought back at the beginning, now no one dares to fight! Fu Rong lost the ability to command the army. No matter how much he screamed, his voice was always drowned in the chaos of the war and could not reach the ears of the soldiers.
The bright world seemed to be infected by a wave of emotions, and seemed to darken, which made people have the terrifying illusion of dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, and the howling wind.
Suddenly, in this "dark sky and dark ground", a speck of light attracted special attention.
That little bit of light reflected the sunlight, but it glowed with cold light, shining like starlight; it shuttled through the air, stunningly stunning, and as fast as lightning.
It is an arrow!
Use strong strength as the bow, use soft strength as the string, use inner strength as the arrow, the swift arrow can move as fast as a rainbow, the arrow is as strong as the arrow, nothing can stop it, and the arrow can move very far, almost as far as the moon.
This arrow is the "Chasing the Wind and the Moon Arrow"!
Fu Rong had seen such an arrow. This was the second time he had seen such an arrow. When he saw the arrow again, he immediately felt a subtle feeling that there was no way to go to heaven, no way to enter the earth, and there was no way to avoid it. Feel.
This feeling is even worse than when we first met!
The first time, it was just a random arrow, but this time it was no longer a random arrow. This arrow locked the target, and the target of this arrow was himself.
Fast, really too fast, faster than a snap of a finger. In just a split second, the arrow appeared in that split second.
He couldn't dodge, avoid, or block. It was too late. With a "pop", a powerful arrow pierced his chest and came out from his back.
The pain that tore through his heart only lasted for three breaths. After three breaths, he lost all feeling.
Fu Rong lost his hand with his long sword and fell from his horse. Before he died, he reluctantly turned around and saw the eighteen people galloping on horseback, firing guns and killing people. They looked like they would not kill them all, kill them all, or give up. Some memories flashed through.
The eldest brother ordered a million-strong army to go south. He was ordered by his elder brother to be the vanguard commander and lead an army of 50,000 people straight to the border. How extraordinary was he at that time, and how powerful was the vanguard army? ! However, after seeing those eighteen people, the 50,000-strong army was defeated, and less than eleven of the Qin army survived.
who are they? How could there be such a cavalry in the world! Can the king's million-strong army kill those eighteen people?
With the last ridiculous thought, Fu Rong's consciousness stopped!
The commander of the vanguard army was dead. Qifu Guoren was devastated by the sight. He knew that the defeat was complete. If he didn't leave, he would surely die together. He didn't care about anything else, so he gave up riding and relied on his own light martial arts. Take the road and escape.
