Liu Rongzu turned his head slightly, glanced at Mahamod, and suddenly raised his hand. Everyone felt that their eyes were blurred, a white light flew past, and a red dot flashed on Mahamod's neck.
, the mace flew away from his hand, flew more than ten steps away, and landed heavily on the ground.
And the blood fountain splashed out from a round hole in his collar armor. Even the many armored cavalry in the cavalry formation behind him could see it clearly. His neck, together with the two layers of collar armor on the front and back,
, was completely penetrated, and Liu Rongzu's figure could even be seen from this bloody hole!
At this time, Liu Rongzu was holding a cavalry crossbow in his hand with ease. Different from ordinary cavalry crossbows, this cavalry crossbow was half a circle larger, and the power of the crossbow exceeded eight stones. With just one click, it could
It penetrated Mahmoud's neck at about forty steps and added two layers of collar-protecting iron armor on the front and back.
Moreover, this crossbow arrow hit the Adam's apple, no less than an inch. If one considers the body-protecting wind brought by Mahmoud's mace when he was wielding it, this crossbow, no matter in terms of shooting speed, accuracy, or
The strength is breathtaking. If not for this, how could he kill Mahamod, who had experienced hundreds of battles, with a crossbow without even seeing the arrow clearly?
Mahmoud spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed from the saddle. His left hand was covering his Adam's apple, and the blood still couldn't stop coming out from between his fingers, staining his palms.
His wrist and sleeve armor were all bright red. He tried his best to point his right hand at Liu Rongzu, as if he wanted to accuse this guy of being unprepared for weapons and hurting people with hidden arrows. However, his right hand only reached halfway, and before he could point at the opponent, he glanced at him.
Suddenly, he fell from his horse and died.
The corner of Liu Rongzu's mouth curled up in disdain and he said coldly: "It's so noisy. If you want to go up but don't dare go up, where are you playing tricks?"
Having said this, he said to Murong Lin in a deep voice: "Let's find someone who can fight here. Don't let me think that all armored cavalry are just fake tricks without practicing!"
Behind Murong Lin, a big black man tore off his helmet. This man was Mahamod's brother Grigolf. He also held a mace and stared angrily. He did not wait for Murong Lin's order.
Then he rushed out from the horse, holding the mace upside down, and went straight for Liu Rongzu. As he galloped, he roared: "The little thief who made a sneak attack with secret arrows will give back my brother's life!"
His horse was riding like flying, and the mace dragged on the ground brought up smoke and dust. The iron spikes rubbed against the sand and gravel on the ground, and the sparks they splashed were just like the anger rushing out of his eyes.
They were all breathing heavily, and a murderous intent and anger soaring into the sky could make people feel the same even if they were a hundred steps away. The man and the horse weighed more than a thousand kilograms of power, and they were accompanied by a charge at a speed of more than a hundred miles an hour.
At such a speed, a normal person would be so frightened that his legs would weaken and he would not be able to even escape, let alone resist face to face.
A slight smile appeared on Liu Rongzu's lips and he nodded: "This looks like an armored cavalry, so it's worth my taking action."
He waved and turned his left hand, and the big crossbow disappeared all of a sudden. It must have been hung back on the weapon hook for him, and the Fangtian painted halberd he had been dragging on the ground was also slowly moved by him.
It changed from being held upside down to holding the halberd on the side of the horse. The tip of the halberd was pointed slightly forward, sideways and upward, pointing directly at Grigov's face.
When Murong Lin saw Liu Rongzu's move, he looked stern and exclaimed: "No, all the attack directions of Grigov are now targeted by this halberd. This kid is really not simple. He can actually do something like this."
Martial arts!"
A guard around him said in surprise: "Wu'er can only fight on foot, but can't fight on horseback. This guy looks like he's only in his early twenties, how can he be so powerful?"
Murong Lin gritted his teeth: "There are no absolutes in the world. The martial arts of Liu Jingxuan, who came to Dayan last time, is not inferior to any of our knights in Dayan. Although their ordinary soldiers lack horses and can only fight on foot, the general's nephew may be a specialized soldier."
The trained cavalry should not be underestimated. The cavalry just now is no worse than the ordinary tribal cavalry, and this guy, looking at this stance, is a first-rate master, so he should not be underestimated."
Another guard said unconvinced: "That's not necessarily true. Grigov is a famous warrior among our armored cavalry. His impact has directly knocked down the enemy's village gate, and he can even kill him with a stick.
A strong bull, even if this kid has some skills, but sitting on a stationary horse and receiving the blow of the charging cavalry, huh, I don't believe he can catch it!"
Murong Lin bit his lips tightly. The light in his eyes flashed again and again, and his eyes were fixed on the front. The armored cavalrymen all looked at Grigov's sandstorm with excitement.
Different, his eyes were fixed on the tip of Liu Rongzu's halberd, and his motionless hand firmly holding the Fangtian painted halberd.
Grigov had already rushed to a place less than ten steps away from Liu Rongzu. He opened his mouth wide and let out a roar as powerful as thunder. It was like a thunder exploded in the air, shaking the hearts of people dozens of steps away.
one time.
Following this loud roar, Grigov's mace was suddenly lifted up and raised directly to his head. This powerful crack was a move he had calculated and practiced countless times. Countless cavalrymen died.
Under the force of the mace after crossing the horse, Murong Lin also opened his eyes wide and stood up directly from the stirrups, while Liu Rongzu's hand was still under his fixed gaze, and he was also very
I want to know what the ability of the young Jin army boy in front of me is to defeat such a fatal blow?! At least this time, he can no longer use crossbow shooting to solve the problem.
A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Rongzu's mouth: "It's a bit interesting."
But he, who was still just now, suddenly pulled the reins of the horse with his left hand. At this moment, the red dragon mount, which had been motionless just now, jumped forward in an instant. The man and the horse flew forward as much as five steps.
In an instant.
Grigov's mouth was still wide open, and his war cry was like a mace spinning above his head. It hadn't ended yet, but he saw that the enemy cavalry that was just seven or eight steps away had flown to him in the blink of an eye.
In front of him, the gleaming tip of the halberd directly scratched his side, which was completely exposed due to holding the mace high.
The two horses passed by each other like this, and the smoke slowly dispersed. It could be seen that Grigov and his horse ran twenty steps away, while Liu Rongzu was still sitting calmly on the horse, with his right hand
The posture of holding the halberd remained almost the same as before, but the mount flew forward six or seven steps.
A pool of blood dripped from the tip of Liu Rongzu's halberd. The moment the first drop of blood fell to the ground, Gregor, who was more than ten steps behind him, still holding the mace above his head, also crashed down and flattened his head.
At the same time as his head, the blood under Gregory's right rib spurted like a fountain!
This chapter has been completed!