White teeth jumped down from the horse's back, and his body was rotating to the ground. The sword in his hand shook and flew out. The scabbard flew out like an iron feather arrow. The cavalry approaching was hit by the scabbard and fell off in a speeding manner. The black warriors behind could not dodge. The fallen black warrior was instantly trampled and flesh was blooming. Without having time to struggle a few times, they soon turned into a pool of meat paste.

Wuxulei rode his horse from a distance, and on the galloping war horse, he bent over and cut down at Baiya. Baiya knew how powerful this sword was with the help of the inertia of the war horse. In the past few years in the Northern Xinjiang army, Baiya has become extremely familiar with the fighting style of the battle formation.

The speed of the war horse and the power of a human sword swing, the long sword in his hand could not be blocked at all.

So at this moment, Baiya did not force it, dodge away, and the sword was like a dragon, pierced the horse's neck from the side with a puff, while the scimitar wiped his body and swept it through, and a hole was cut into the leather armor.

Wuxulie's war horse screamed and rushed forward for more than a meter before falling to the ground. Wuxulie watched the war horse pounce forward, pressed down with one hand, and the war horse fell down faster and poked its head on the ground and turned forward. Wuxulie took advantage of the opportunity of the war horse falling down and stepped down with his legs. He was so stable that he didn't even see a hint of embarrassment.

The war horse fell to the ground in a roar and could no longer get up. Soon a pool of blood flowed out from the horse's neck.

Baiya rushed to one side to avoid the impact of the cavalry behind. No matter how strong his personal martial arts are, it doesn’t make much sense in front of hundreds of powerful cavalrymen. Who would choose to hike alone and take the cavalry team head-on?

Avoiding the impact of war horses, Baiya's long sword Ruofeng nodded, piercing the necks of two left and right war horses one after another, and avoiding the scimitars of two cavalrymen. In the snow when the war horses stepped on, the one-armed man performed a sword dance alone.

A scimitar cut down from behind towards Baiya's neck. While Baiya avoided it, he grabbed the cavalry's armor. The inertia of the war horse moving forward brought Baiya to the front. Baiya pulled off the black-armed cavalry on the horse's back, turned over the horse, and smashed the cavalry shield hanging next to the saddle towards Wuxulei.

Wuxulei smashed the cavalry shield with one punch. Seeing Baiya rushing to the distance, he bent down and picked up a long spear, exerted one arm, leaned back, and swung his right arm forward, and flew towards Baiya's back. Baiya looked back and saw the iron spear flying, and his body tilted to the side of the war horse. The iron spear failed to hit Baiya, but he pierced the horse's neck with a puff. After the heavy iron spear penetrated the war horse, the war horse fell down fiercely.

Baiya pulled her feet out of the stirrups, and when the war horse fell, he kicked his feet and rushed out sideways. Just as he stood firm, a scimitar fell from his head. He had no way to avoid it, so he could only take it.

With a sound, his long sword was smashed by a scimitar and exploded with sparks. The knife actually slashed into the blade. Baiya's feet sank, and the soles of his feet were stepped into the quite hard snow.

Wuxuliuli stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Catch the person back!"

Hundreds of cavalry left only twenty people, and the others continued to speed up to chase Qinse and Sumiyan.

Wuxulie shouted and held the knife in both hands and pressed it down hard. White teeth and one arm could not block the strength of the knife. The sword was pulled out horizontally, and while dodging, he stabbed Wuxulie's throat with a sword.

Wuxulie's scimitar was pulled back and blocked in front of his neck. The tip of the sword poked the knife, and another string of sparks was rubbed out.

Wuxuli's eyes were angry and kicked Baiya's lower abdomen. Baiya took a step back to avoid it. The long sword stabbed Wuxuli's thigh, Wuxuli without dodging, and the scimitar chopped down. If Baiya's sword stabbed Wuxuli's thigh, Wuxuli's thigh can also cut off Baiya's neck.

So Baiya could only retreat again. While retreating, the sword in his hand shook rapidly. When the sword came back, he slapped it out like a bent stick. With a sound, the sword smashed the scimitar open, but Wuxulei's left fist hit Baiya's neck. The violent punch was enough to break Baiya's bones.

Baiya has half a lifetime of the world. He has rich experience in this one-on-one battle. He tilted his head to avoid his fists and kicked Wuxulie on the chest at the same time. While kicking Wuxulie out, he had already retreated.

Just as he was about to attack again, his shoulder hurt suddenly. Baiya looked around and saw that a flying claw was snatched by a flying claw. The flying claws had already penetrated into the flesh and blood. His sword was lifted up to try to cut off the flying claw rope. The black warrior who was holding the flying claws pushed the horse and exerted force. Baiya was dragged to the ground and the war horse rushed forward. Baiya was dragged on the ground and was dragged at least two or three feet away. He cut off the rope with one sword.

He had just stood up and threw several flying claws from all around him. The white-fang sword splashed out a silver light. Several flying claws were swept away by the sword, but Wuxulie rushed over. The scimitar swept across Baiya's throat. Baiya had to deal with Wuxulie with all his strength, but when he was in a state of concentration, another flying claw was snatched on his back. The claws snatched the leather armor and the flesh. He was pulled back and turned over again.

The black-mart cavalry on the horse's back clamped the war horse with both legs. The war horse immediately accelerated and rushed out. Baiya was dragged away. The black-mart cavalry behind took off the crossbow and started shooting at Baiya. Baiya kept twisting his body, and crossbow arrows were nailed to the solid ice layer of the ice lake, and ice chips flew.

The black-mart cavalry who was riding a horse turned around suddenly, and the white teeth were swung out, and the flying claws were removed. He rolled out a long way. Seven or eight black-mart cavalry jumped off the horse's back and rushed to the front of the knife and chopped off Baiya's neck.

call!

A black spear flew from a distance. The spear, carrying a violent and irresistible force, pierced through the chest of the black cavalry. The spear dragged the cavalry's body and flew out at least two feet away before stopping, and pounced into the ice with a bang.

One man and one riding, flying from afar.

After throwing out the spear, the majestic man on the horse pulled the iron bow away and arrowed out. The black military cavalry near the white teeth were shot to the ground one by one. The iron feather arrow was unstoppable and the arrows penetrated.

Seven or eight cavalrymen were shot to death one after another before they got close to Baiya. The big man on the horse rose into the air, jumped down, grabbed Baiya's chest and threw it back, looking rough and wild, but the force was just right. When Baiya flew back, he saw the back of General Meng Chang'an.

The white teeth fell on Meng Chang'an's big dark horse. The big dark horse seemed to understand the owner's wishes, so it turned around and ran out with the white teeth.

Meng Chang'an strode and pulled out his spear from the Binghu Lake. He swept across the black military cavalry and his horse were knocked down to the ground. In the next breath, Meng Chang'an's spear slashed down. The three-foot-long spear tip was like a sharp blade that could open a mountain. The spear tip cut a black military cavalry from the horse's back, and the two halves of the body and half of the horse's head fell to the ground at the same time.

The Black Martial Frontier Army who was chasing was naturally recognized by someone. A Black Martial College Captain who had already rushed over stopped his war horse and shouted hoarsely: "It's Meng Chang'an!"

This shout showed all the timidity.

The Black Martial Arts Captain actually left with his horse and did not dare to move forward any further.

Wuxulie suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the name Meng Changan, and his lips raised a grin and smiled: "It turns out that you are Meng Changan. Countless people say that you are an invincible brave general on the battlefield. I have long wanted to see how strong you are!"

After shouting this sentence, Wuxuliu ran wildly. When he was still one meter away from Meng Chang'an, he swept up. He held the knife in both hands in the air, and the sword falling from the sky was powerful.

Meng Changan poked the spear in his hand to the ground. Half of the three-foot-long spear tip was poked into the ice layer. He took a step back and pulled it back with his hand. The spear rod was tough and unbreakable, but it was bent by him to almost half circle... As Meng Changan let go, the spear rod bounced back suddenly. Where can Wuxulei, who held the scimitar with both hands in the air, could avoid it?

Bang!

The spear rod was slapped hard on Wu Li's face, and Wu Li's face fell heavily.

When he struggled to stand up, he shook his head vigorously. The slap was too fierce. A red mark appeared in the middle of his forehead, and it quickly bulged up. When he recovered, he saw that Meng Chang'an had killed most of the dozen black military cavalry close to him. The dozen or so cavalry had originally seen Wu Xulie being knocked down and came to rescue him, but it didn't look like a dozen people besieging Meng Chang'an, but it looked like Meng Chang'an was chasing more than a dozen people.

When Wuxulie recovered from his confusion, there was only one of the dozen black-mart cavalry left, but he did not dare to fight, but ran away. The spear in Meng Chang'an's hand flew out and penetrated through the man's back. The black-mart cavalry fell down after a wail.

Wuxuliuli was extremely angry, and roared, rushing towards Meng Changan.

Meng Changan turned around and faced Wu Xuliu, pulled out the black line knife from behind, and walked forward.

Wuxulei rushed straight to Meng Chang'an's heart. Meng Chang'an suddenly squatted down and kicked his foot on the ice. He slid forward half a step away. The scimitar wiped the top of his head and stabbed him, while his black-lined knife stabbed into Wuxulei's lower abdomen with a thud.

The half-squatted Meng Changan stood up, and the black-line knife held in his hands began to cut up from his lower abdomen. As the muscles on Meng Changan's arms suddenly tensed, the speed of the knife suddenly accelerated... With a puff, the black-line knife cut out from one side of his neck, and a bloodline flew into the air.

Wu Xulei, who fell to the ground, was not dead for a while. He stared at Meng Chang'an with his eyes tightly and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Meng Changan didn't even look at him, turned around, and the blood from the blade flew out. The knife dripped a beautiful arc and returned to the scabbard. Meng Changan walked away and picked up the spear and strided in the direction he came.

The black tide surged on the horizon in the distance, and the black military cavalry who were supporting him rolled over like the waves of the rising tide. Meng Chang'an stopped and turned to face the direction of the black military cavalry. Each man and a spear were as majestic as a mountain.

Behind him,

The sound of hooves is like thunder.

General Yang Qibao led his army to kill hundreds of black military cavalry and rushed to support.

Yang Qibao was still far away, so he reached out to grab Daning's battle flag and threw it towards Meng Chang'an. Meng Chang'an grabbed the flagpole with his left hand, raised his arm, and poked it on the ice.

Bang!
Chapter completed!