Chapter 1742 Even if the Prince of the Tang Dynasty faces life and death, how can he be afraid of it
Chapter 1742 Even if the prince of the Tang Dynasty is facing life and death, how can he be afraid of it? (Please subscribe and vote)
Hou Zhi turned around, and at the moment when he could see the shining golden armor because there were fewer and fewer Forbidden Soldiers around Li Chengqian, his face showed a look of ecstasy.
After a blazing white flash, there was another cloud of fire, which directly blew up several elite dead soldiers who were stabbing with spears, and even severed limbs flew up into the sky.
The huge roar made Hou Zhi, who was only a few feet away from the explosion site, feel his ears stinging.
The sharp tinnitus, which was obviously different from the sound of the bamboo whistle, caused him to lose his hearing, and he looked ahead without focus.
He saw that two more people fell down. At this moment, he could even see the young face of Prince Li Chengqian.
I also saw that his helmet had fallen to someone unknown, and he was covering his ears with both hands, blowing air from his mouth, and blowing a bamboo whistle.
But at this moment, Hou Zhi couldn't hear any sound at all except the ringing in his ears. He stared at Li Chengqian and started running forward.
The shield in his hand had also been thrown aside, and even the horizontal sword had been thrown away. While running, he finally snatched an intact rod from the hands of a robe Ze who had fallen to the ground and was twitching all over.
, a sharp spear.
Moving forward, one step, two steps, the distance was getting closer and closer. Hou Zhi saw an injured prince's guard who had fallen down and reluctantly raised his arm, trying to stop him.
He ignored it at all, and just swung his spear slightly to shake off the opponent's waving arm, and continued to stab Li Chengqian, who was looking at him at the moment.
Li Chengqian looked calmly at Changrou, who was heading straight for his door. He was completely squeezed by the bodies of the soldiers guarding him and was unable to move.
He couldn't even make a dodge move. At this moment, looking at the ferocious-looking assassin, the spear in his hand was only a few feet away from his face.
Li Chengqian only made one movement, slowly and calmly closing his eyes. I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty. Even if I face life and death, how can I be afraid?
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Yuchi Baoqing's eyes widened and he roared. He threw an iron whip as a javelin, but was blocked by a warrior who was not afraid of death and raised his shield.
Even with his huge force, which shattered the round shield and made the man's arm bleed, it was all gone.
Yuchi Baoqing suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears. At this moment, everyone on the battlefield was struck by two consecutive thunderous roars, so loud that their ears could hardly hear any sound.
Therefore, he could only feel the wind touching his cheek, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the smooth, satin-like fur.
And the undulating muscle lines under the smooth fur, Yuchi Baoqing subconsciously thought that it was a horse...
Then, his eyes moved upward little by little, and he saw a knight wearing bright light and heavy armor, holding a horse pole in his hand, flashing past.
Hou Zhi's face already showed a look of excitement that was almost crazy, I am the one who killed the prince!
Then I felt my right chest was tight, and then my whole body was flying like a feather.
The sharp spear was already less than three inches away from the face of the Prince of Tang Dynasty, and flew straight away...
Hou Zhi, who was flying in the air, felt that everything had become so slow, and it was so difficult for him to even turn his head.
His eyes moved over little by little, and he finally saw clearly that it was the angry and twisted face of Erlang of the Fang family who had given up his civility and turned to martial arts.
He had already let go of the horse pole that had pierced his body, and pulled out the sharp sword, and then the light of the sword flashed as white as lightning.
Hou Zhi's consciousness has been frozen at this moment...
"Kill!!!" There are only more than ten horsemen, but this has completely accelerated to the extreme. The more than ten horsemen are like more than ten siege rams.
It struck hard and hit the dead soldiers. After two consecutive thunders, they lost their hearing and could hardly feel the arrival of this reinforcement.
Unprepared, he was hit hard!
Yuchi Baoqing once again roared excitedly, but the roaring sound seemed to be very far away when it reached his ears, which had not yet fully recovered.
He circled his arms, turned around, and used brute force to snatch the spear from the hand of a dead soldier who was thrust towards his heart. Then he used an iron whip to shatter the dead soldier's shoulder armor, exposing the bone stubble.
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With another whip, Yuchi Baoqing sent his opponent away, and finally rushed to the front, picked up the iron whip he had just thrown, and finally rushed back to His Highness the Crown Prince.
"Fang Jun!" Li Chengqian stared blankly at the general who was running through the forest, roaring and wildly waving his sword, bringing out streaks of sword light and bloody light.
There were more than ten riders, like Fang Jun, who were sprinting through the forest repeatedly.
Unless their horses are injured and fall to the ground, or they are overturned by the enemy, they will not stop.
Those assassins were also going crazy at this moment, fighting desperately. They were absolutely unwilling to accept that the victory they were about to receive would slip quietly through their fingers...
In the forest and deserted fields not far away, countless well-trained beastmen were galloping through the forest.
These elite warriors, who have grown up in the beautiful mountains and wilderness of the southwest since childhood, feel like walking on flat ground in such an environment.
Just when Nafang Jun and the horsemen charged into the enemy's circle, dozens of feet away behind them, countless swords were unsheathed.
With the sound of gold and iron clashing, more than a thousand warriors raised their swords and opened their mouths, shouting wildly: "Kill the thieves!!!"
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The hornet soldiers swept in like a torrent, and those elite dead soldiers and Turkic thugs were like insects struggling in the stormy waves.
Not even a single wave was stirred up, it just swirled around and was swallowed up without a trace.
The frightened dead soldiers and thugs began to flee into the distance, but their speed through such bushes and trees could not match the speed of these hornet soldiers.
Anyone who intends to resist will be waiting for them with at least seven or eight horizontal knives, which will directly cut them into pieces...
If Fang Jun hadn't said hello in advance and the sober soldiers shouted loudly, they would not have killed all the dead soldiers and thugs.
There were also several shooters who were quick to spot opportunities. They had already fled as soon as Fang Jun and others appeared, and quietly left in the distance.
Fang Jun finally jumped off the horse and took off his helmet. He saw Yuchi Baoqing, who was covered in blood and had at least twenty arrows stuck in his body, sitting cross-legged.
He forced a smile at himself, holding the iron whip and breathing hard. He was fighting from the beginning to the end, and was covered with arrow wounds. Even though Yuchi Baoqing had a very strong will, and his heart relaxed, it was difficult to hold on at this moment.
Fang Jun quickly urged several soldiers to rush over to give Yuchi Baoqing first aid, while he strode towards it, and then felt a groan from a corpse he was stepping on.
Without thinking, Fang Jun pulled out the sheathed sword and let out a cry, causing Yu Zhining to raise his fingers with difficulty...