Meng Xiang seemed to have some tacit understanding with the commander of the first defense line of Heifengkou. He was about to go find him when he happened to send someone to call him.

Following the guards, Meng Xiang soon saw the commander of the first line of defense at Heifengkou. He was a one-eyed man. He crossed his entire face and cut off the wound on his nose. The real murderer who caused him to lose one eye. I don’t know if the wound was not treated properly. He looked a little crooked, causing his facial features to distort and look very ferocious...

The distance was very far, Meng Xiang could feel the evil spirit and bloody smell coming from the one-eyed commander, and it was one after another, just like a surging tide, as if he was not alone, but a monster that wanted to eat people. The less timid person probably had his legs weak before he could walk to him and could not move.

Although the momentum of the one-eyed commander was terrifying, it could not shake Meng Xiang's mood. So even though he had a little drifting with the guards' legs, he was still firm in his steps, his expression was calm, and there was no sign of panic.

"Huh?" The commander's one-eyed eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. Obviously, he did not expect that Meng Xiang would be afraid of his momentum, but then the momentum on his body suddenly surged, like a volcano erupting, and then it was like Meng Xiang sweeping away.

The momentum that erupted from the one-eyed commander had turned into a tangible object, manifesting itself into a red light and rushed towards Meng Xiang, as red as blood, and you could see the scene of golden swords and iron horses in the red light, corpses and seas of blood. When you saw this situation, the guard who was ordered to lead Meng Xiang's way suddenly changed his face. He shouted in horror: "Master..." But he could never say the words afterwards and would never have the chance to say them.

As soon as the red light turned into a momentum emitted by the one-eyed commander touched the guard, his body instantly shattered and turned into a blood mist, and was immediately sucked in by the red light. Then his sharp eyes helped Meng Xiang discover that there was another corpse in the sea of ​​blood that was revealed by the red light, and his face was so similar to the dead guard.

Looking at the red light that rushed to his eyes, Meng Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted. He felt a strong danger, but he did not dodge and continued to move forward, and even the weight of his stride did not change at all. This made the eyes of the one-eyed commander lit up. At this moment, the red light that was about to directly hit Meng Xiang cracked a hole and let him pass, but it did not dissipate, but surrounded him.

The one-eyed commander looked up and down at Meng Xiang without saying a word, and his eyes became very deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, Meng Xiang stopped and looked up at the one-eyed commander. After a moment, he said, "Master, I'm down..."

"I don't want to hear it!" Before Meng Xiang could speak, the one-eyed commander rudely interrupted Meng Xiang's words, "If you want to talk to me, walk to me, otherwise you will die!" Before he finished speaking, the red light suddenly dispersed, as if he had spread a painting, the area increased by more than ten times, and the scene that was originally displayed in the red light became clearer. Just like it was true, what was even more magical is that Meng Xiang himself appeared in the picture, and he became one of them, not a bystander.

Almost at the moment when the red light dissipated, Meng Xiang found that everything in front of him had blurred. Then he found himself coming to a battlefield. The ground was covered with corpses, and blood soaked the earth into a dark red. There was no living person on the entire battlefield except him. Only broken flags fluttered in the wind, vultures swooped down from it, pecking at the flesh and blood of the dead soldiers, dyeing their entire head and neck red, and evil eyes flashed in their eyes.

Meng Xiang looked down at his outfit, and his outfit also changed. It was exactly the same as the clothes of a soldier on the ground, but it looked very broken and was completely soaked in blood. He could smell the pungent smell of blood and even felt the discomfort of the clothes soaked in blood stuck to his body.

Meng Xiang just stirred his eyebrows, and there was no trace of surprise on his face. Then he looked at his right hand and found that his hand was holding a big flag. Although it was very broken, almost one-third missing, and the flag was also stained with a lot of blood, making the pattern a little blurred. But he could still see that the flag was painted with a black tiger. Although the composition was relatively simple, it was extremely vivid, majestic, and looked down on everything.

Turning his head and observing it, a faint sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Meng Xiang's mouth. Then he turned his eyes to a mountain in the distance. On the top of the mountain was a burly man, like an iron tower. However, from his appearance, it was obvious that he had also experienced a bloody battle. The armor on his body was incomplete, but the body covered with wounds added a bit of toughness. His body was extremely strong, and his muscles were like casting steel, giving people a sense of toughness that he could never be defeated.

Just as Meng Xiang was staring at the great man, the man seemed to feel his gaze, and suddenly turned around and looked at him with one eye, as if his gaze could directly travel through space and project directly towards him. Then a calm and cold voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Soldier, carry my general's banner over!" After that, before Meng Xiang could express anything, he turned his head over and left him with a mountain-like back.

Looking at the back of the one-eyed commander, Meng Xiang's sneer became more obvious, but he did not resist his order. He grabbed the big flag stuck on the ground, held it in his hand, and then took two steps to the left, gently lifted it with his toes, and a thick back slashing saber jumped into his palm, like a fish leaping from the water, looking very light.

Meng Xiang weighed the slashing sword in his hand, frowned slightly, as if he felt it was too light, but he did not throw it away, but instead put it behind his back. Then he picked up three more knives, and one of the same slashing swords as the first one was inserted behind him. The remaining two knives were inserted one at his waist, and the other was lifted in his hand. He raised the banner in his hand and rushed towards the one-eyed commander on the hilltop in the distance.

At first he was a trot, and he slowly accelerated, and soon he was as fast as a galloping horse. However, with the distance between him and the one-eyed commander, even at such a fast speed, it was impossible to reach within a few hours. However, after Meng Xiang increased his speed, he did not mean to slow down at all, and it can be seen that he was very stable. Obviously, this speed of travel was not a burden to him.

Soon, Meng Xiang ran out for more than an hour. However, when he saw the scene, there was no change. There were still corpses covered with the earth. There were still no living person, but there were more vultures, and some vultures that were closer to him actually showed signs of attacking him. It seemed that these gods of death had become tired of the dead meat and wanted to taste the taste of the living meat. The feeling that spread on the battlefield seemed to come from hell could drive people crazy.

Meng Xiang's expression did not change at all, as if the death scene on the battlefield had no effect on him at all, and his aura was extremely stable. There was no change at all, the same as before he took an hour ago.

After running forward for about half an hour, suddenly a thunder sound came from a distance, and even the earth was trembling slightly. The vultures that were tearing the bodies and devouring their internal organs seemed to be frightened. They flapped their wings and flew into the sky, hovering over Meng Xiang's head for several weeks, looking a little reluctant. But they finally flew away, as if they were threatened.

Soon the thunder sound became louder and louder, and it was getting closer and closer to Meng Xiang. Suddenly, it seemed like it was coming out from the ground. A team of cavalry appeared on the horizon, with nearly a thousand people. The armor they were wearing was red, and the horses under them were also red, like a scorching magma, rolling forward. It turned out that the thunder sound just now was not really thunder, but the sound of the cavalry running.

A pair of cavalry that suddenly appeared seemed to have discovered Meng Xiang's existence. One of the cavalry in the lead whistled, and immediately the direction of the cavalry's advance changed. As soon as they turned their horses, they rushed towards Meng Xiang, with uniform movements. It was obvious that they had all received strict training.

Meng Xiang seemed to have not seen him, and he still ran all the way forward, without any change in the route. He seemed to have not seen the existence of the large group of blood-colored cavalry. Maybe he had discovered it, but his extreme firmness would not change his course at all.

Both sides were very fast and they were moving against each other. In a short while, the distance between Meng Xiang and the Blood Cavalry was less than 2,000 feet. However, at this time, the Blood Cavalry took action and took out the weapons. However, it was not a sabre hanging on the saddle bridge, but a longbow on its back.

With a swish, nearly a thousand blood-colored cavalrymen pulled their longbows, and their speed showed no signs of slowing down. If you look closely, you will find that the bow of each blood-colored cavalry was not a single arrow, at least three, and at most the leading cavalry was the leading cavalry. There were obviously as many as six long arrows on the large bow that had been growing a piece of it than other cavalrymen.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was less than a thousand feet shorter. At the same time, the blood-colored cavalry released the bowstring together, and suddenly thousands of sharp arrows flew towards Meng Xiang together, covering a large area centered on him, and completely blocking his retreat.

After the blood-colored cavalry shot out the long arrow, they directly inserted the longbow back on their backs, as if they were confident that they would not have to launch the second attack. And while putting away the longbow, they clamped the horse's belly with both legs. The fast-moving war horses stopped all of a sudden. Nearly a thousand war horses actually stopped together in an instant, and they seemed very neat and were obviously well-trained.

All the cavalry looked at Meng Xiang, who was about to be covered by arrow rain, and a bloodthirsty and cold smile appeared on his face, as if a cat was looking at the mouse pressed under his claws, full of jokes, but the next moment, the smile on their faces frozen.

Even if Meng Xiang, who had been running forward, flew towards him like a dark cloud, he did not stop. Then he would go towards the rain of arrows, as if he was trying to die. However, when the rain of arrows was less than ten feet above his head, he finally took action.

Meng Xiang raised his head, and Kong clamped the arrow rain that covered the sky and made the sky look like a sudden darkening. The long sword in his hand was raised together with his head. He used it to draw a circle in the air, and a magical scene happened. The arrow rain falling from the sky actually stopped. Not only the arrow rain that shot at him stopped, but all the thousands of sharp arrows shot out by the blood-colored cavalry stopped, just like time suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!