Feeling the strong divine light in Yirong Manor, all the knights in the temple lowered their hands holding the cup and meat in confusion, and raised their faces to look into the air.
"What happened?!" Zheng Ze strode out of the tent.
"It's time!" Chen Li walked out of the tent carrying dishes and said softly.
"What's the time?!" Zheng Ze heard this and looked at him in confusion.
Chen Li laughed, "I mean, it's time for you to die!"
The black-painted blade stabbed over silently, hitting Zheng Ze right in the side.
Back then, in a courtyard outside Chang'an City, Mo Li had personally taught Chen Li this move, which was to stab the side ribs between the ribs to reach the heart.
If your heart is broken, you will die without regrets.
Bang!
The porcelain cup filled with fine wine slipped from Zheng Ze's fingers and fell onto the gravel on the ground with a crisp sound.
Zheng Ze fell heavily to the ground and only had time to spit out one word full of surprise and anger, "You..."
No one heard his voice except Chen Li.
The thunderous sound of hooves covered up all sounds.
The knights panicked and looked away from the great punishment priest who was full of divine light in mid-air. They looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw only a mass of black figures rushing towards the hillside where they were standing like a tide.
The black armor, the black sword, the tall wildebeest wearing black ink armor. In the night, the armor and the sword were flashing with light yellow brilliance.
The cavalrymen on horseback looked intently, and the hooves of more than 10,000 people were beating in unison.
"It's the Royal Elite Cavalry Camp of the Ming Dynasty!"
I don't know who screamed in shock, which instantly made the already slightly drunk temple cavalry wake up from their drunkenness. They hurriedly dropped the wine and meat in their hands and went to look for their own swords, the armor they had taken off, and the people who didn't know they were being taken.
Wherever the war horses go to graze.
On the hillside, the Ming army delivering wine and meat had already hurried to the back of the hillside.
Countless black arrows pierced into the group of temple cavalry who were drunk and had oily hands like locusts.
Countless light groups lit up in the crowd. After a short period of panic, the temple cavalry finally reacted and released their true energy to resist the flying arrows.
There was also a flash of true energy on the arrows, and there were also warriors of the earth and heaven levels in the royal elite cavalry camp.
Either the arrow was bounced away, or the arrow pierced the zhenqi shield and penetrated the body...
After a round of arrows, at least thousands of cavalry fell.
"Go to the river and ride a war horse!"
The deputy commander of the Temple Knights, whose sword was covered with red light, swung his sword to cut away an arrow that was stabbed in front of him, and shouted sternly.
Hearing the sound, everyone rushed to the river.
The night wind carried a low and strange flute sound, and before they could rush down the hillside, a group of black shadows were already rushing toward them by the river.
Seeing clearly that it was his own war horse, the knight in front rushed forward without thinking, wanting to ride on it.
He rushed closer, only to see that the war horse's eyes were severely bleeding, and it actually hit him straight in the chest.
The knight fled in a panic, dodging the horse in front of him, but he just happened to meet another war horse rushing up from behind. He was immediately knocked backwards and fell onto his companion behind him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Before his companions could help him up, countless war horses rushed over like a tide, stepping on his chest with heavy iron hoofs, and then one more, two more, and countless more...
On the horse in the middle, a man named Ju stands proudly, half as handsome as jade, half as ugly as a ghost, with a bone flute hanging between his lips.