Men were on their backs, their horses were flying, and the front army of the thousand-man team was suddenly stunned. Whether it was the Mongolian Taiji or the Khan, or even the centurion and the commander of a thousand who commanded hundreds of horses, martial arts was the first step for them to settle down and live. One point is that the martial arts will never be low. The outer martial arts they practice can also cultivate the inner strength from the outside to the inside. I am afraid that the small skills of fighting alone are not as good as the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the elders of the same generation, but when it comes to In terms of martial arts on the battlefield, even if the entire Songshan sect came out to confront the Thousand-Man Team today, it would also be the result of the entire sect being massacred.
It is precisely because of this that the Mongols were stunned. Compared with the generals of the Ming army, the personal martial arts of the middle and low-level generals are indeed no worse or even better than them. However, when they reach the rank of general and above, they mainly focus on commanding rather than personally going into battle to attack and fight. The exception is probably Ma Fang, who will also become famous this time, but Ma Fang is not in Datong, and he is not yet a senior general at this time.
As a result, the Ming army general in front of him could only charge into the battle alone, but he could actually activate the body-protecting aura into an extremely sharp sword light that covered three feet outside his body? He killed more than twenty heavy cavalry in one encounter. , this is too exaggerated. Bailang has no interest in solving their doubts. This man is evil and scolding, and the cavalry on the opposite side is a man and a horse.
Bai Lang swung his sword to kill, and with one blow he pierced the armored cavalry, including men and horses, killing them like killing chickens. The long plain knife in his left hand slashed flatly, and in the blink of an eye, he chopped off the heads of more than ten people. Unsurprisingly, Pu's sword was curled up. Bai Lang discarded the sword casually, holding long spears in both hands, displaying his world-famous martial arts skills, and easily stabbed one Mongolian heavy cavalry off the horse one after another.
After all, the war horse under his crotch is an ordinary horse. Bai Lang is not very satisfied in the first place. He wants a war horse with 16 hands like the Indian Curly Ear Horse. Isn't that right? Now this war horse is almost useless after charging this time. The horse snorted frequently, and the horse's neck was covered with sweat. Especially when Bailang Changshan provoked his opponent, he lost a lot of horsepower.
Bailang's arm strength is strong, even if he uses unfavorable leverage to lift a heavy cavalry of more than 200 kilograms, it is nothing, but the war horse can't bear it. Bailang's weight with the armored soldiers is already more than 250 kilograms, and he can directly lift more than 200 kilograms. The enemy weighed 500 pounds, so it was considered good that the horse was not crushed at once. So Bailang jumped up, kicked a Mongolian soldier to death, and took his horse away.
These Mongolian soldiers actually shot arrows, and even used the sabers and short spears in their hands to slash and stab with the power of the impact. However, they could not get closer than a foot in front of Bai Lang, and were immediately knocked off the horse and died. Bai Lang kept urging the horse, He was about to kill an entire thousand cavalry. Even now, only fifty or sixty heavy cavalrymen died in his hands, but no one dared to stop him.
Bailang stabbed another person to death again. He felt that the iron spear was blunt in his hand. When he took it back, he saw that the tip of the spear and the front blade had been bent and damaged due to piercing the enemy's armor and body many times. Bailang threw it out. , once again penetrated one person and one horse, and then he saw the commander wearing ring armor who was shouting and commanding.
"Haha! Die!" Bailang laughed and rose into the air again, killing the thousand-man captain. The surrounding heavy cavalry gathered again and prepared to attack. Arrows fell like a sudden rain, and there were even hidden weapons. "Huh?! There are even hidden weapons.
There is a demon sect! Heimu Ya colluded with the Tatars, and he deserves to die!" Bai Lang roared, he waved his palm and struck out, and the force of his palm directly blew away most of the arrows and hidden weapons.
Then he slapped the chest of the charging heavy cavalry with one palm, made a phoenix-eye fist with the other hand and smashed the saber that was being swung at him. The power of one palm spread through the fire, directly exploding the heavy cavalry from the inside out.
He turned into a flower-like person. Bailang stood up and passed a heavy cavalryman. The armor he hit with the knife did break the armor, but the knife was also broken. Bailang flipped his hand and grabbed it.
Amid laughter, Bai Lang waved his hand boldly. The ferocity of such killings had frightened many people. Bai Lang had already faced the commander directly.
At this time, Bailang's armor was slightly damaged, and the cloak used to protect him from arrows had been torn off by himself early in the morning. Bailang, who was standing there with tangled beard and hair, looked at the commander with his beard raised and smiled - as if he was looking at a leader.
He was as happy as a super hero. After that, he put his palms together to regain his energy, and then took a big step and shot out with one palm.
The power of the palms was like a raging wave, surging, but there were people standing in front of the thousand captains. At first glance, they were not Mongolians but traitors of the Demon Cult. The weapons in the hands of these two men were also swords and swords. They saw white waves separated by five feet.
They had already released their palms. They were immediately relieved - in their opinion, who in the world could hit a palm five feet away?
When they drew their swords, Bailang had already approached three feet away. The wind from their palms had already made it difficult to breathe. The swords rolled back and the air-splitting force of the palms shattered all the bones in their bodies. The two iron
The waste's eyes widened.
The two unlucky guys were crushed to death with the power of his palms, and the captain had time to draw out his long sword and cut them down with one strike. This sword was full of energy, and his skill was probably not inferior to that of Shaolin monks of the Fang generation, and among them, the battle formation killed
It means that a hundred old monks Fang would be intimidated by the murderous spirit in front of him and be split into two pieces by the captain's sword - Thief Bald is so useless.
This sword broke through Bailang's air-splitting palm five feet away. However, Bailang was already close in front of him. The big man casually grabbed the Qianhu's figure and let it change in various ways on the horse. He also tried to counterattack with the sword to no avail. Bailang's attack was useless.
He then pulled the Qianhu off his horse, smashed the steel knife with ease, grabbed his head and pulled it out - well, he got a head.
Bailang boarded Qianhu's horse, urged the horse forward, killed another person, and got a good thing this time - a mace, which was much more durable. The stick was five feet long, made of hardwood and as thick as a wrist. It had three sticks on one end.
The ruler has an iron hoop, and there are large four-edged nails on it, with a total weight of about twenty kilograms. "This thing can channel the true energy, and it seems that it can be used for a long time." Bailang charged on horseback, and the big stick hit the horse from left to right, but no one could get in front of it.
——When the big stick falls, both men and horses will be shattered.
Bailang killed more than a hundred people and a thousand households. These more than a thousand people were scattered with a blast. The Mongolian cavalry fled in all directions, and Bailang took advantage of the momentum to rush into the camp. At this time, Mongolian masters and demon sect masters rushed over and tried to
Surround and kill this brave Ming Dynasty general - unfortunately they still don't know who this Ming Dynasty general is.