"Shaoqing, go and entangle two people over there."

The scale-patterned blade slowly moved out of the sheath, and the white suit was in the sunset. Bai Ning gently opened the gap of his lips and said, Cao Shaoqing beside him did not say anything, but squinted his eyes, and kicked a layer of yellow sand under his feet. His whole figure swept under the sand dunes. In the moment of hanging, the surging torrent pierced the spear forest. The falling body turned in mid-air, and his toes gently tapped on the shoulders of a corpse, jumped away again, and in the blink of an eye, the two giant men running towards him.

The sword light slashed out in a flash!

Dian Wei and Xu Chu had already watched a black leaping over the surging torrent. The latter took off the tiger-headed sword from his back and accelerated suddenly. Within a few steps, sand and dust were splashing. Within a few steps, the sword light fell towards him, and a loud bang, sparks jumped out. The moment when the rust on the blade was peeling off slightly, Xu Chu gently held the knife with one arm and directly knocked the opponent and the sword, and flew backwards. The next moment, the flying body suddenly flipped, and passed under the tiger-headed sword and kicked it on the chest covered with iron armor.

It was the sound of the bang, and the shaking air seemed to tremble. Xu Chu's mountain-like figure stepped back several steps. On the opposite side of his sight, Cao Shaoqing also fell to the ground with a uncomfortable feeling, and was forced to retreat by the force of recoil, and two sand ditches were drawn on the ground. He suddenly rang out in the air, and he turned his head and a huge shadow covered him. Cao Shaoqing rushed out on the spot, intersecting with the figure of the giant man. In an instant, the white dragon sword was handed out, and the shoulder was swept by a palm, and the tilted body was pulled into the air by a terrifying force. The next second, the body flew in the air, stretched its feet to the rushing Xu Chu, and leaped with the force, and the cold light seemed to cut through the red light.

The gap between the fierce generals on the battlefield and the martial arts masters is not too big. The former is made by killing one by one, and often pays the most attention to the skills of killing, which are simple and sharp. The latter mainly uses systematic martial arts and focuses most of its energy on one move, but if you really want to fight alone, it mainly depends on your personal attainments.

The sword roared suddenly, and the white dragon sword that was slashed out was held by Dian Wei, and he smashed the opponent hard towards the ground with his backhand. The moment he landed on the ground, Cao Shaoqing waved his palm and slapped the yellow sand. His feet suddenly hit the opponent's knees twice, and his body rolled to the side. After removing the powerful force on the ground, he stood up with his long sword.

It just seemed a little embarrassed, the other party's body was not afraid of swords, and the impact of internal force, and even the acupoint-clicking technique had no effect at all.

Around the cavalry's charge continued. When Yu Guangli saw the white figure on the sand dune moving, Cao Shaoqing, who was covered in sand, squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly, and finally felt a little relieved on his cold face.

The sound of horse hooves rushing continuously. In the sand and dust, the corpses on the horse's back noticed something. The neck bones turned and suddenly saw their body sitting on the horse's back and continuing to move forward. The vision fell. The speed of the white figure turned into a afterimage in a few breaths and rushed into the iron hooves torrent. The broken man, the corpses of the horse, and the remaining limbs kept lifting up the sky from the direction of the afterimage.

Xilulu-

The general in white robe and silver armor watched a cavalry breaking through four pieces. The white shadow rushed out with a black knife suddenly pulled out of the semicircle. Before the other cavalry could stab the spear, his bare head flew away from his shoulders, and the long sword was sheathed, and the white leather shoes continued to go over there spotlessly. The jade lion provocatively sprayed his mouth, digging the ground with his hooves, and then rushed out violently. Zhao Yun snorted, lifting the dragon's backwards, trembling with a phoenix sound.

Looking towards him, a white suit, silver short hair, and feminine cheeks reflected into his eyes. In an instant, Bai Ning stumbled on the ground and suddenly rushed up.

The knife was half sheathed and pulled out a ray of cold light.

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"I have unified the mountains and rivers, and there are still some trouble in the world... Get up! My soldiers-"

The white velvet wolf collar was stroking in the wind and sand, and the figure sitting on the black war horse seemed to have returned to the fierce wilderness when she was young. The gray eyes emitted a red light, staring at the two white warriors in front of her. The scimitar was raised above her head, and the fallen corpse stood up from the chaos again, and the voice was roaring: "——Please clean up the world with me again!!"

"His Majesty!"

Because Cai Zhao was also a resurrected field, she did not regard other cavalry as enemies. She ran over and was shaken by the yellow sand on the ground before she got close to the war horse, and rolled out several meters away on the ground.

Red light spreads over the clouds.

A small sandbag moved rapidly in the yellow sand towards the east where the sky was getting darker and darker. After a long time, a head came out of it, gasping for breath. Finally, there was no horse's hooves in his ears. The sound of gunfire was heard, and tears almost flowed out.

"All dead people are alive... In the future, we must never come to China again..."

Step by step…..

"Huh?" Tanaka Yayoi vaguely heard the sound of familiar horse hooves in the distance to the east. He turned his face and saw the black outline moving over, and a burning thing came quickly towards this side. The next second, a U-shaped iron hoof magnified in his sight, and then he said, "Baga...what."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

The knight who was running by, just looked back and saw a pool of red things like a watermelon trampled on, like a speeding forward. The aura of soldiers in the distance awakened all his memories like a dream. Fang Tian's painting halberd drooped obliquely, drawing out long gullies and pulling up long smoke and dust.

.....

The sunlight fell down, and a sword pointed to Xu Chu's iron armor, forcing the opponent to retreat. Dian Wei's huge body rushed out in the sand and dust. Cao Shaoqing jumped up in the air and kicked the opponent's heavy punch. There was a "bang" sound in the air. The slightly thin body was beaten back. After landing, there was a burning pain from the soles of his feet.

Behind him, Cao Shaoqing subconsciously swung his sword and turned over his back to block it. The sand dune suddenly exploded. A long tiger's mouth knife slashed on the white dragon sword from inside, staggering away. The sand gravel slipped down, and the beast's head was inlaid on his shoulders, and a whiskered man with a ferocious beast-faced armor walked out, "Lao Dian, I'm late."

When Xu Chu nodded at him, dragged his sword to pounce on him, Dian Wei said, "Huaxiong, you two deal with this thief." Then he turned around, looked at the two fierce figures that collided in the distance, ran wildly, stepped on a slightly stronger ground, jumped up with a loud bang, flew high, and landed towards the opposite side, and the sound exploded like thunder: "Zilong, get out of here--"

Below.

The dragon gall spear was bent, Zhao Yun lifted his cloak, drew his sword and slashed it out from below. In the cloak, the figure covered in it only stretched out two fingers to clamp the tip of the sword. He bounced his fingers, and the white horse sword made a buzzing sound, and flew out of his hand. Bai Ning made a very quick move, flipped his palm, and his five fingers were directly printed on the war horse next to him. The attack did not make a sound, but the mane on the neck of the jade lion stood up in an instant, and the huge horse body moved horizontally and rolled on the ground.

While Zhao Yun turned over, his huge jumping figure fell down with a bang. The moment when sand and dust splashed, Dian Wei punched the silver-haired monster in the white suit without stopping.

The blade and the fist were hit hard twice, and Bai Ning suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's wrist to the side. His huge body tilted away. Zhao Yun from behind rushed over with a spear, but facing Dian Wei's back. With a spear in his hand, the sword light suddenly rose across the opposite side of his body. Dian Wei was retreating and pressing against him stretching out his hand.

What came was constant vibration.

The white leather shoes were pushing step by step, and the black knife in his hand was so fast that he could only see some afterimages. Deep marks were cut on Dian Wei's chest, arms, thighs, abdomen, and neck, bringing up shattered armor leaves and bloodless flesh. Zhao Yun behind him turned close to his body, and the gentian penetrated from the side. Bai Ning's blade also fell sideways and slashed at the spear head. With a bang, the spear head of the spear fell to the ground.

Another palm was pushed out, hitting Zhao Yun, who was behind the giant man's abdomen, and directly knocked him out.

"Zhao Yun, Dian Wei? The powerful general of the Three Kingdoms?" Bai Ning said softly with a shaking blade, and walked towards the intertwined formation over there.

Behind it, a sudden sound broke through the air.

He turned around and slashed the arrows, and the darkness moved in. On the sand dunes in the distance, the fiery red war horsemen stood up, and the cloak was clattering, and the figure wearing the golden lock beast-faced and swallowing armor was slowly lowering the long bow and pulling up a long soldier in the sand.
Chapter completed!