"Leader!!" Chechen's voice rose slightly, and his rough face was full of solemnity. He couldn't wait any longer. He really couldn't wait any longer. He was responsible for the tribal alliance, thousands of sons, and Timur.
The son is responsible!
The Iron Cavalry Tribe is different from other forces. One less is one less. The tribe's slow growth rate cannot allow them to consume as much as they are now. Otherwise... the Iron Cavalry Tribe will be removed from the blacklist and from this vast grassland.
Timur took a deep breath, stared at the white hair around Chechen's ears, and stared at this calm and rough face. After a long struggle, he finally made a decision. He slowly raised his right hand, clenched it and hit his chest hard: "Totem God
Bless you, the God of War of my cavalry tribe!"
Chechen's spirit was slightly shaken, and he punched his chest with his right fist: "I will lead five hundred elites to break through the northern city gate within an hour!!"
Hoo!! With a low roar, the horse's reins were pulled hard, and the prancing horse rushed towards the battlefield. Following closely behind, the Tiger Power Elite galloped towards the chaotic battlefield.
Five hundred cavalry galloped wildly, their iron hooves flying, and they trampled the ground neatly, making a dull roar and splashing thick dust. Different from the sabers of other cavalry, what they held in their hands was an iron-wrapped... mace!! Just like a group of tigers descending from the mountain
, the momentum was astonishing, and they rushed towards the battlefield with lightning speed.
The peripheral cavalry made way early to make it easier for the Huwei troops to leap deep. Feeling the fierce momentum and looking at the thick and resolute armor, the cavalry troops in the melee were inspired and roared vigorously, and the momentum increased!
Che Chen took the lead and headed straight to the north gate city, his falcon-like eyes fixed on the rough figure above...Chen Hu!!!
Approaching the city wall, his feet left the stirrups, and he squatted on the horse. The quasi-emperor's aura surged. He controlled the war horse to rush onto the earth bridge, and a look of ferocity passed through his eyes, and then...
A roar shook the surrounding area, and Chechen's knees suddenly rose up like a flapping eagle king. He soared into the sky, flipped 720 degrees in the air, and the mace he held in both hands went straight down with the force of a landslide.
Tiger: "Get out of my way!!"
It is not a mace used by others. This one of his is completely forged from fine steel and weighs more than two hundred kilograms. The thorns all over the surface are as sharp as needles. The appearance alone makes people feel hairy. Now that he is wielding it... it is so fierce.
You can only feel it when you are there!
Chechen? Why is this old guy here? The three cavalry 'God of War' who were surrounding Chen Hu were secretly shocked. Although they were a little unwilling, no one dared to continue to hold on. This old guy went crazy and was not an ordinary person.
Can bear it.
Chen Hu was fighting furiously, but no matter who joined him, no matter where he was, his face was ferocious, his teeth were clenched, and he roared with all his strength to turn the thousand-jin sword. The fierce power was poured into it, and he slashed at the empty wheel with frightening momentum.
Clang!! The mace and the thousand-jin knife were struck hard in the air, the piercing roaring sound spread, and the same wild forces collided with each other.
Che Chen gathered all his strength and gained the upper hand in the bombardment; Chen Hu also had a violent attack, but after a night of bloody battles, his strength could not reach its peak. What's more, a quasi-emperor and a high-ranking gold man, who is stronger?
As if Chen Hu was struck by lightning, he felt an unstoppable force rolling down with the violent vibration of the thousand-jin knife. His arms, shoulders, and upper body trembled, and blood spurted out from his chest. His legs, which had stood proudly for a whole night, were numb.
He knelt down with a controlled slam.
Click!! Fortunately, there was a corpse's thigh on the ground, and his knees smashed it into pieces. If this kneeling hit the city wall stone directly, the powerful tiger in the three eastern provinces would be completely disabled. Even so, the severe pain still made him lose his voice.
Scream.
The screams came out, and the momentum weakened again. The thousand-jin knife that was resisting was forcefully shaken open, and it fell to the wall with a clang.
Chechen roared like a tiger, without any pause. His body suddenly turned over as he fell to the ground, and he swept his legs with full force and swept across Chen Hu's shoulders with a thunderous force.
They are all wild tricks, all violent moves, they look rough, but they are as fast as thunder. He has fought bloody battles all his life, and there is something 'terrifying' about him.
After all, Chen Hu had fought bloody battles for more than ten hours, and no matter how strong he was, he had consumed most of his physical strength and energy. So... there was no way to avoid it, and he was forced to bear this leg sweep. His whole body trembled violently, and he rolled out on the spot, his shoulders
The pain in the area was unbearable, as if it was broken into pieces.
Chechen ran wildly, swinging his mace and hitting Chen Hu.
Chen Hu had just climbed up, but before he could stand still, he dodged backwards again. But... the wall was only four meters wide... he slipped and fell directly from the wall. At the last moment, he subconsciously wanted to grab the stone on the wall, but he had no choice.
There was no friction between the bloody hand and the equally sticky wall.
Chen Hu rolled and fell from the three-meter-high city wall, making a dull impact. He suffered injuries one after another. His bones seemed to be falling apart. His brain was in a daze, and another mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.
A quasi-level emperor in his prime state cannot be competed by an over-consumed high-level gold man, let alone in an emergency state.
Defeats often come so suddenly! So sudden that there is no chance to react or even time to think. The severe pain and embarrassment finally broke the momentum that Chen Hu had gathered all night long.
Hiss!! Luo Cheng and the other two breathed in quietly, and a trace of horror flashed through their eyes at the same time. Maybe Che Chenbai picked up a 'falling peach', but the power of the wolf fang blast just now was still shocking enough.
"Within five minutes, I must complete the opening of the city gate to be worthy of the cavalry tribe and worthy of the reputation of the 'God of War' above your heads." Chechen glanced at Luo Cheng and the others coldly.
Luo Cheng and the other three came back to their senses, clenched their fists in their chests, and respectfully stepped back from the wall without any unnecessary nonsense. They roared loudly for their troops, bypassed the earth bridge, and rushed straight to the broken northern city gate. The combination of the three war gods
Action, the collective outburst of the three golden warriors was powerful enough in itself, and the encouragement it gave to the surrounding cavalry cannot be ignored.
"Warrior, pick up your weapons!" Chechen picked up the Thousand Jin Knife and threw it down from the top of the city. He also jumped down, flipped in mid-air, and hit a corpse hard when he landed.
"Where are you bastards?!" Two red-eyed black warriors had just killed a cavalryman who jumped down, and suddenly saw another one jumping down. Without thinking, they immediately turned around and rushed towards Chechen to kill him.
.
The combined attack of iron rods and broadswords was unafraid of death, and the bloody evil spirit was still real. For an ordinary person, it would have turned pale with fright, but Chechen didn't even look at it, and stepped forward suddenly to meet the two of them, majestic
His body turned violently, the mace roared with piercing force, and he faced the broadsword and iron rod with unrivaled killing intent.
There were clanging sounds, sparks flying, and the terrifying force was like a giant wave, knocking the two of them away.
Chen Hu shook his head hard, took deep breaths, suppressed the boiling blood in his chest, suppressed the severe pain and numbness in his hands, picked up the thousand-jin knife and slowly raised it horizontally, staring at Chechen with his red eyes.
Who is this guy?? Is there such a person in the Iron Cavalry Tribe? If it’s not that he has consumed too much and is about to reach his limit, it’s...his grandma’s. This guy is a quasi-emperor??
"Let me give you a hand!" Chechen didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, especially such a bold warrior. But this is a battlefield, it is about the survival of the tribe, and we must fight, so... using only his left hand is considered a brave show against Chen Hu.
of rewards.
In his opinion, this was a form of admiration, but in Chen Hu's eyes, it was simply an insult. How could an aloof soul tolerate such 'mockery'!!
"You don't need mercy, Mr. Hu!" Chen Hu roared, suddenly raised up, and slashed in the air with the thousand-jin knife full of gaps, which was a little less sharp, but the madness was not reduced at all.
"Give you three chances!!" Chechen stood still, turned the mace with one hand, and faced the interception Thousand Jin Knife.
Chen Hu couldn't understand what he was saying, but he could probably see the other party's behavior clearly, and he could make a rough guess. His anger surged again, and he rushed towards Che Chen to chop like crazy. The strong wind howled, and the edge swayed, like a terrifying force.
The storm's momentum was truly terrifying.
"Third, second, first! Here we are!!" After resisting three heavy slashes, Chechen's momentum suddenly surged. He first dodged to avoid Chen Hu's slashing sword, and his thick legs immediately exploded.
With great strength, his body rose up and he rushed forward. The mace tore through the space and went straight for Chen Hu's head.
Although it is only held in the left hand, the power is still terrifying.
Chen Hu's heart couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't avoid it, so he raised his knife to intercept him.
There was a loud roar and sparks shooting out. Chen Hu groaned and was knocked back more than ten steps.
"Where is Dicheng? Do you dare to fight?" Chechen roared loudly, like a tiger descending from the mountain, turning its mace and smashing wildly. It was still a rough way, and there was still no skill, but the momentum was terrifying, the speed was fierce, and the power was
It was astonishing, and Chen Hu felt it most vividly during the head-on collision.
Chen Hu fought back with all his strength, intercepted wildly, struck again and again, blocked again and again, but had no choice but to retreat in embarrassment again and again.
He was unwilling to give in, he was furious, and he roared and tried to take back the initiative.
But...how can a severely injured body resist the quasi-emperor's wrath?
"Ah!!!" Chechen Mu suddenly let out a harsh scream, and his running body suddenly rose up, and the mace with enough energy was blasted towards Chen Hu with the force of a landslide.
Chen Hu had just retreated and almost fell when he staggered. How to resist in a critical moment?
"Brother Tiger, kill him!!" At the critical moment, an eighth-level captain of the Black Martial Arts team rushed forward with his own life, followed by four bloody eighth-level team members with clenched iron fists, violent figures, and slashing palms.
, the eight major moves, rushed towards Chechen without any reservation.
Chen Hu's heart was shaken, he suddenly stopped his retreating figure, a roar came out from between his clenched teeth, and he held the thousand-jin knife in his bloody hands and struck Chechen viciously.
But……
The level gap was too big. Chechen's rising figure spun with all his strength, and narrowly escaped the interception of the black martial arts team members. He curled up and landed on the ground, with his head slightly raised, his ferocious eyes locked on Chen Hu, and as he followed
With the force of his knees, he rose again, the mace swept out, and suddenly struck with the oncoming Thousand Jin Sword.
The sonorous roar, sparks sputtering, and the terrifying power caused the Thousand-Jin Knife to tremble at high frequency, stirring up terrible destructive power. Chen Hu's hands could no longer hold it, and the Thousand-Jin Knife came out, rolling, whistling, and inserting deeply into it not far away.
of ground.
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