The army of the Tiebou people consists of scouts, light cavalry, and heavy cavalry. The light cavalry is the main force. There are four thousand cavalry, one man with two horses. The weapons are mainly bows and arrows, supplemented by spears, maces, sabers, and nooses. The number of heavy cavalry is There were not many, three hundred horsemen, armed with halberds or spears, who were the elite in attacking fortresses. In addition, there was also a huge baggage team.
Yu Yao did not take any detours and charged straight into the light cavalry army. The golden phoenix sickle drew an arc against the horse's legs. A dozen horses' legs and feet were broken and they fell to the ground neighing. The flying sickle flew back quickly and flew from the cavalry's throat. It was cut and a dazzling blood line was drawn.
The killing did not frighten the iron-fronted people, but aroused the wildness in their bones. The cavalry waved their sabers, roared loudly, rushed forward, and became the wronged souls under the golden phoenix sickle. For a time, blood flowed like a stream, and the corpses The accumulation is like a mountain, Yu Yao controls the flying sickle to vent the anger in her heart without mercy.
There were fewer and fewer cavalrymen rushing forward. Yu Yao walked out through the blood, her back straight and her face as calm as water. She drank the blood of the golden phoenix sickle, and the copper-colored phoenix texture turned scarlet, almost to the point of being swollen. Bleeding came out.
The light cavalry formed a circle from a distance, and three hundred armored heavy cavalry were ready to attack. Yu Yao raised her head, with hot flames burning in her eyes.
An old voice coughed and said in harsh Chinese: "Sword cultivator of the Kunlun Goujian Sect, please stop and listen to me!"
The heavy armored cavalry were divided on both sides. An old man with white beard and hair walked out slowly. His face was wrinkled, and his hair was decorated with ornaments such as bone whistles, jade, and beads. He was wearing a gorgeous robe and a jade bundle around his waist. There are seven or eight rings on the ten fingers, made of gold, jade, wood and stone, and made of different materials.
"Who are you?"
"The old man is the high priest of the Tie-fronted Gaoyantuo tribe praying for the bones. The girl is young and is so vicious. Why did she kill me, the Tie-fronted man, for no reason?"
Yu Yao said calmly: "I am a Han, and you are a Tiebei. It is unnecessary to ask these questions. You Tiebei people broke into the Han people's cities, burned, killed, and looted, and the dead were all old, weak, women, and children. Isn't that cruel?" "
Qi Gu shook his head and said: "The Han people kill the Tie-fronted people, and the Tie-fronted people kill the Han people. The weak eats the strong, and no one can blame anyone. But you are different. You are a Kunlun sword cultivator, and you should not interfere in mortal affairs."
"Is there anything that should or should not be done? Back then, the Taiyi Sect bloodbathed Qizhen Mountain and killed countless innocent mortals. No one stood up and said a word... Stop talking nonsense and see the truth in your hands!"
Qi Gu sighed: "Then there's no need to discuss it?"
Yu Yao didn't answer him, her wrist shook slightly, and the golden phoenix sickle was raised like a poisonous snake, buzzing.
A sound of fighting suddenly broke out in the distance. It fell silent for a moment, and then sounded again. The distance was much closer. Looking far into the distance, Qi Gu saw a black shadow rushing towards him like lightning. The cavalry blocking him along the way were like leaves falling in the wind. Scattered everywhere, with broken muscles and bones, spurting out blood, and unable to get up again.
Qi Gu narrowed his eyes, "So you have helpers, no wonder you are so supportive!"
All the energy from Lihuo was injected into the golden phoenix sickle. With a clear phoenix cry, the flying sickle rose into the sky and ignited with blazing red flames. As soon as Yu Yao took action, she used all her strength to activate the body-burning fire, cutting off all escape routes, and controlled the flying scythe to strike. A faint smile appeared on her face, her eyes were a little blurred, as if she had gone back to the past, and returned to the haunting Qi. Hazel Mountain.
Qi Gu flipped a jade ring on his thumb, and there was a skull in his hand. It was yellow in color and as warm as jade. He gently tapped the skull's Tianling Cap with his index and middle fingers, and recited a short spell, "Skull" "Quack" laughed fiercely, opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of thick black smoke, turning into a ghost as small as a car, with a green face and fangs, tangible and intangible, and went towards the golden phoenix sickle, entangling the flying sickle tightly.
The body-burning fire burned the ghost shadow, making a creaking sound. The skull in Qigu's hand burst into cracks, and debris scattered one after another, but the golden phoenix sickle was firmly fixed in the air and lost control.
The heavy armored cavalry raised their iron poles and launched an attack. Amidst the rumble of hooves, Yu Yao looked at the rapidly approaching armored cavalry and opened her arms to wait for her fate. At this moment, she clearly realized that all the pain would be over and she could finally be free. Get peace.
However, at this moment, a tall figure stood in front of her, like a rock on the shore, facing the advancing cavalry.
The iron rod was as heavy as a mountain, and with every swing, the iron-fronted man's heavy cavalry flew out with both men and horses, bringing down three or four elite cavalrymen. Compared with the golden phoenix sickle, although the iron rod is a blunt weapon, it is more powerful. Qi Gu watched helplessly as the heavy knights fell one by one. He was so frightened that he couldn't take action to stop it.
Wei Shiqi got a real glimpse, suddenly fired a cold arrow, and used the move "Qiankun Throw", and the iron rod flew out of his hand and went straight to Qi Gudang's chest. The bone praying monster screamed, and the skull in his hand suddenly exploded. His upper body leaned back as if it had no bones, but half a beat later, his lower jaw was hit by an iron rod, shattering the jawbone and lifting half of his face.
The heavy cavalry took advantage of the situation and swarmed up. Wei Shiqi snorted and punched the horse's belly with a sideways punch. The horse wailed, shrugged and threw the knight on its back to the ground. Wei Shiqi kicked his head away with a kick, and raised the iron pole with his toes. Then he made a circle with his hands and swept down six or seven more riders.
Three hundred heavy armored cavalry, the elite of Gao Yantuo's tribe, were all but gone.
Qi Gu's feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and he slowly straightened up. His face was dripping with blood, and his eyes were full of disappointment. After struggling for more than half an hour, he broke a precious magic weapon, and he even had to ride with so many cavalry. He didn't even capture a mere two Kunlun sword cultivators, how could he put his face on it!
Just as he was about to strike cruelly, Qi Gu suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He couldn't help but look up and saw that the body-burning fire had engulfed the ghost figure, and the golden phoenix sickle fell on his head like thunder. This surprise was no small matter. He instinctively crushed a wooden ring on his little finger, and his figure gradually became illusory. A flying sickle struck from the top of his head, but remained unscathed.
The high priest escaped before the battle, and the Tiebou people finally began to disperse. Wei Shiqi did not pursue them, picked up the iron rod and the golden phoenix sickle, and returned to Yu Yao.
Yu Yao stared at him blankly, her body softened and she fainted in his arms.
