The pervert Su Guang rode his horse towards him, and Tianhong was a little suspicious of life. Don’t you say that this guy ran very fast? Isn’t it that he hasn’t seen the situation yet?

Tianhong pulled out the white jade pillar behind him, pressed the Wuyangpan plate with his hand to summon the rusty black armor wrapped around his body, and kicked the other side again.

Su Guang grinned and stabbed towards his two feet flying towards him. Unexpectedly, the arrows left behind by the Ming Dynasty were not as hard as Tianhong's armor. He heard two crisp sounds of "Gaba", and the arrows broke directly, and the pervert on the horse's back was kicked to the ground by Tianhong at the same time.

It seemed that Tianhong's kick was extremely powerful. While Su Guang fell to the ground, he also fell down with the red horse under his crotch. Tianhong was happy and immediately raised the white jade pillar and smashed it at the head of the enemy general.

Suddenly, an extremely incredible scene came into everyone's eyes. The red horse that fell down side flashed a few times, and kept slashing its limbs while directly pressing against the ground. Just like the classic action in the sketch "Support or not", Su Guang and the horse turned around against the ground, cleverly avoiding Tianhong's attack.

This move really opened Tianhong's eyes. He raised the white jade pillar and fought again. After three fights, all of them were avoided by the pervert Su Guang with the same move. Just as Tianhong was breathing, Su Guang slapped the ground with one palm, and then the reaction force stood up directly with the Zhuhong Horse.

The cooperation between these two is perfect, one person and one horse is just like one who grows together. Whether it is the reaction speed or the coordination between them, they are more than ten times stronger than ordinary mercenaries.

"King! I'm here!" After killing a few mercenaries, a tiger jumped towards Su Guang who had just gotten up.

As a result, Su Guang's back seemed to have eyes. The red horse neighed, and raised his feet and kicked him back. Wu Songliang was kicked directly to the national map, more than ten meters away, and he arrived in the blink of an eye.

Guotu was fighting against the dark horse hedgehog. When he saw his brother flying over, he quickly turned around and moved his legs into a slope. Just like stopping the ball, he picked up the ball and directly changed the inertia of Captain Seven.

Wu Songliang, who took off again, was also very powerful. He reacted very quickly and held the big knife in his hand upside down under his arm. He swung his arm like a big knife growing under his arm, cutting towards the neck of the black horse hedgehog.

"Swish"!

The black horse hedgehog suddenly had dozens of red spikes on the neck, which immediately hung Wu Songliang's arm. He made him scream and hung his whole body on the spikes.

Maybe there is no blood in the soul's body, so Wu Songliang's arm, which was tied into a colander, did not flow out at all. No wonder all the souls and ghosts were directly destroyed after death, rather than the blood flowing to death.

How could the National Map, wearing handsome black armor, allow the enemy to bully his brothers like this? He held the jiruji in his hand and immediately swept to the opposite waist. This time it was quite powerful, but the weapon was still stuck by the demon's spike. However, this also made the National Map immediately see the benefits of the black horse without legs.

The dark horse floated in the air, and several black and gray bandages swayed with movement like its legs. With the heavy blow just now, the evil demon passed all the force to the dark horse, causing it to slid a lot before stopping again.

If this were to be riding a real horse, the evil demon might have been smashed off the horse by the Guotu.

As Wu Songliang, who had stabilized his body, did not sit and wait for death. Just as the dark horse stopped, he bowed and kicked the demon's thigh, and rescued himself with a backflip without the help of others.

"Are you okay?" Guotu rushed up again with Jialuji in his grasp.

"A small question!" Wu Songliang grabbed the injured arm, but his expression still looked relaxed.

Since it doesn't work horizontally, come from top to bottom. The National Tu raised the jiruji and slashed it at the demon's head. He didn't believe that the floating dark horse could easily remove his concentration this time.

"when"!

The evil demon took back the long thorn on his neck but appeared on his head. Just as he came into contact with the Jialuji, he made a metal-like collision sound.

But Jialuji is a famous weapon like the Golden Cudgel. With the powerful force of this fourth-level Yin general, he still slashed off several sharp thorns of the demon in half a second.

"Dangdang"!

The moment the spike broke, it suddenly flew towards the National Map like a dart. Fortunately, the National Map was very skilled, and just a few easy swings to resolve the oncoming crisis.

Only then did the general and the soul understand that the demon opposite was not without weapons, but was better at surviving by cutting off his arms. It did not have the ability to directly launch the spikes on its body, but as long as the spikes were broken, it could use its mana to control the spikes to achieve the goal of immediately counterattack.

This may be the reason why they have never seen the evil demon take action.

However, the national map's heavy blow just now saw the shaking of the floating black horse. The black horse sank about ten centimeters and floated up again. It seems that the black horse is not as simple as the legs, but the whole dark horse is just a prop for the evil spirit.

Just such a subtle flaw immediately made Wu Songliang think of a countermeasure. Instead of trying hard to hit such a guy who is similar to "magnetic levitation", it is better to poke it directly.

"General, do you know the common dry boats and donkeys we ride when we dance yangko? What is that thing made?"

The National Tu immediately nodded and understood. The fourth-level general was not given for free, so why didn't this common sense be there?

Yangge dance originated in northern China and later spread throughout the country. Whether it is running a dry boat, riding a donkey, or picking lanterns, they are all props made. Because they have to avoid the extremely cold weather in the north and have to be light and convenient, no matter where they are, the production of these props is basically inseparable from bamboo, paper, silk, wood, etc., instead of heavy or fragile materials such as metal and plastic.

The biggest disadvantage of this material is that it is flammable. According to legend, every year when everyone gathers to dance yangko, cigarette butts thrown at random or Mars burst out from the center of the venue to ignite props.

Understanding Wu Songliang's meaning, the national map immediately shouted in the direction of Tianhong: "Young Master, borrow some Tianhuo!"

Tianhong was not under great pressure, so he immediately returned to the National Tu a ball of Tianhuo. When the Tianhuo was thrown out, it was a bit eye-catching. The flames scattered along the way were ignited and a bucket of gasoline with open lids splashed everywhere, directly burning the bodies of several mercenaries.

"Don't you have any fire?" Tianhong asked.

"The hellfire is not easy to ignite things. If you want to achieve the effect, you have to inject a lot of mana. It's your heavenly fire!" Guotu used Jialuji to catch the fireball and pressed it towards the dark horse demon.

He dared not throw, but pressed. It was because based on his rich combat experience, once the fireball was out of hand, the dark horse would definitely dodge, instead of hitting it with one blow.

"Bang"!
Chapter completed!