Xie Xuan and Xie Shi rushed down to the mountain city and looked across the river.
Liu Yu was also following Xie Xuan at this moment, and all the soldiers of Beifu were waiting for the signal from Bagong Mountain.
Once the smoke rises, Xie Xuan will lead the Beifu army across the river to join the battle, vowing to kill Fu Jian in one fell swoop. But until now, no smoke has risen, which shows that Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry has not been defeated and is still alive.
The three of them couldn't see the full battlefield clearly. They could only see from a distance, on the plains on the edge of the desert, the Eighteen Cavalrymen were overwhelmed by the Qin army's crowd.
The sound of fighting, shouting, and the sound of horse hooves shook the surrounding areas. Even the soldiers of Beifu on the east bank of Feishui River could hear it clearly.
The Feishui River, which is thirty feet wide, shines brightly under the newly rising sun. However, just across the water, it is already divided into nine secluded areas.
All 60,000 Beifu troops could see the thick blood mist floating in the air from a distance!
Xie Xuan, dressed in white Confucian uniform, stood proudly on the shore. His originally calm and composed demeanor had now changed.
I was surprised, and even more horrified!
Looking from across the bank, everyone's expressions changed.
They all saw it and saw the Qin army disintegrating. At this moment, all the soldiers of Beifu saw the Qin army disperse suddenly, abandoning their helmets and armor, and fleeing in all directions.
The blood mist shrouded there, covering everyone's eyes. Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted up a corner of the blood mist.
Corpses were flying everywhere, and a bloody light suddenly appeared, and among the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, eighteen horsemen were wielding scimitars and silver spears, killing each other wantonly.
Anyone who gets a glimpse of this corner of purgatory will have cold hands and feet and a chill all over.
Elsewhere, Fu Jian, who was sitting high on his horse, surrounded by Murong Chui, Yao Chang, Yang An and other generals, came to the rear of the Arrow and Shield infantry formation and looked forward.
A long wind blew across the ground, and several large flags behind Fu Jian and others rustled in the wind.
Before the battle began, Fu Jian was filled with great pride, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on the defeated forward army, there was a trace of panic on his face.
There was blood and corpses, and there were eighteen demon gods.
No one can imagine how terrifying it is without seeing the terror of Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry.
Fu Jian tried his best to steady his mind, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said sternly: "Issuing orders from left and right, order our cavalry on both wings to intercept them. I am determined to kill these eighteen people."
When the drummer heard the order, he immediately beat the drum with thunder. After the three-way drum sounded, the cavalry on both wings began to converge their formation and went straight towards Yanyun's eighteen cavalry.
Just when the drumming stopped, a figure suddenly appeared thirty feet away from Fu Jian's center. Only when everyone saw his face clearly did they realize that he was actually a 'young' man.
Dressed in spotless white clothes, this man seems to be in his twenties, but he has silver-white hair.
I saw him walking straight up, seemingly unaware of everything around him, giving off an air of indifference to everything.
Although he looked lazy, there was a long sword hanging at his waist, and the scabbard was white and shining.
No one knows who he is or how he appeared.
Seeing such a bold and reckless person, Fu Jian shouted angrily: "Who are you?"
The visitor did not speak or stop, and even the expression on his face did not change. The corners of his mouth were raised, and his long eyes seemed to have a mocking smile.
He suddenly lifted up the hem of his white clothes, revealing a scabbard.
With a "clang" sound, the knife was pulled out, and a silver glow poured out. It was a scimitar with graceful curves.
The knife is as bright as a stream of autumn water, and the blade is as graceful as the slender waist of a peerless beauty; it is a scimitar that makes people fall in love at first sight and will never forget it!
Seeing him draw his sword, Fu Jian became furious and said: "Young boy from the south, you are bullying me too much!"
Just when Fu Jian was about to order someone to kill him with swords, the man disappeared and the scimitar also disappeared.
The disappearing sword turned into a flash of sword light, and the person was behind the sword light.
Then, the sword light broke into the military formation.
The sword light flashed and disappeared. When the sword light dissipated, the missing person suddenly stood in front of the military formation.
He stood there as if he hadn't moved at all, but a drop of blood slipped from the tip of the knife in his hand.
Then the heads of the one hundred and eight soldiers standing in front of him in the first column of the army suddenly fell off.
Their men were still standing, their shields still in front of them, but their heads had fallen off.
What is a person without a head?
They were corpses, one hundred and eight headless corpses!
The wound was as smooth as the ground, and the blood gushed out like a spring, hot and scarlet, filling the sky...
Everyone showed an expression of extreme horror. No one could describe the fear in their hearts at this moment. They were not as scared as they were now when they saw the forward army being massacred by the Eighteen Cavalry.
He drew and swung the sword at will, and what he left behind with one blow was one hundred and eight heads and one hundred and eight corpses, which was unimaginably terrifying and lingering fear.
After the fear, hisses, shouts.
The second blade of light has arrived!
The light of the sword rose again, with all kinds of charm and all kinds of brilliance.
The ruthless blade and the peerless sword light. Facing that kind of scimitar and that kind of sword light, the soldiers felt like they were falling into the void. Without any warning, countless blood marks burst out all over their bodies.
Yang An grabbed Fu Jian's horse and quickly retreated, and all the generals retreated quickly.
The sword light suddenly reappeared and swept across the military formation. Wherever the blade passed, all the Qin troops were separated with their heads separated.
That knife seems to coincide with the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and that knife seems to control the life and death of all things.
He just swung it casually, with no rules to be found, but every one of his swords was an improvised masterpiece, as if each sword had been integrated with all the magic in the world.
The Miaoyun Knife is a unique knife in the world!
The sharp edge of the sword is unstoppable, the light of the sword cannot be avoided, and the energy of the sword is divided when it touches it. Whether it is a weapon or a person, as long as it is passed by the light of the sword, everything will be split into two.
Move your body at will, take mysterious and unparalleled steps, wave your hands with the most charming light of the sword...
One person can defeat an army, one person can defeat an army, and one person can kill an entire army.
Horseshoe disease.
The arrow whistled rapidly.
The knife gave off an extremely moving light!
The light of the sword is graceful, like a touch of moonlight, turning into a drizzle.
The sword is still a sword, but the arrow is no longer an arrow.
The scimitar was in his hand, and he could control the sword at will. Countless sword energy surged out of the blade instantly, and the sword light flew around like a whirlwind, breaking the wind, cracking rocks, and shattering armor to kill people.
Fu Jian and other generals suddenly discovered that their 600,000-strong army was out of formation and in disarray.
Seeing this scene, Fu Jian almost fainted.
He shouted angrily: "Command the formation, I have not yet been defeated, I have an army of millions."
However, there was a clear chant, a ray of golden energy, and a majestic sword light.
Fu Jian and others looked over there from a distance. The man in white shirt stood there calmly and calmly. There was no living person standing around him. There were dozens of feet of corpses scattered all over the field, forming a pile of corpses. The bloody ground is almost colorless.
The light breeze moves the clothes, fluttering like immortals.
Facing such a person, Fu Jian had millions of troops in the air, but he was unable to exert the power he should have to overwhelm the few with a large number. Before the soldiers could get close, they were killed by him in the air and their heads were taken off.
He held a machete, stepped lightly, and walked towards here step by step.
With every step he took, the fear in Fu Jian's heart increased by one point, and with every swing of his sword, the courage in Fu Jian's heart decreased by one point.
After three swords and ten steps, Fu Jian finally retreated. This retreat was not to avoid the sharp edge. This retreat represented the defeat of Qin's million-strong army.
