boom!!

A deafening roar came from under the spear, and Xiao Ran felt a vast force coming from the spear in his hand.

The spear was instantly knocked away by the energy of unknown origin, and Xiao Ran's figure was forced back a full meter.

Before Xiao Ran could gain a foothold, three or four crossbow arrows immediately came to his body. Although there were dragon scale armor and the qi around him, an arrow still passed through his chest.

Generally speaking, short-distance crossbow arrows are absolutely capable of penetrating through armor. Even the dragon scale armor, known for its tenacity, cannot block the penetration force of the crossbow at a distance of twenty steps.

But Xiao Ran is different. He is a cultivator in the innate realm, with a swaying energy on his body. If it weren't for the sudden blow that just now, these crossbow arrows wouldn't have hurt him at all.

After Xiao Ran landed, he realized that in front of Sima Rulong, a young man holding a spirit sword in his arms was looking at him coldly.

"Sect disciple?"

Xiao Ran narrowed his eyes slightly. It was not because of his arrogant attitude. It was almost impossible for someone in Fei Xiong's army to hurt him.

The only explanation is that this guy holding a sword in his arms is the only child of the sect in Feixiong's army at the Xuan realm.

"Yiqi Sword Sect, Liu Kai!"

The man had a very strong temperament, even among thousands of horses, he gave people a unique and sexy temperament.

"Commander, retreat quickly!"

At this moment, more than a dozen cavalry rushed out from behind Xiao Ran, bypassed Xiao Ran and rushed towards Liu Kai.

Xiao Ran had no extra words, and then stood up and swept up an unmanned mount, then turned around and lifted his spear, and rushed towards one side.

He understood that these dozen riders were using their lives to exchange for a trace of breathing opportunities for him.

In front of the disciples of the sect in the realm of Renxuan, he is not an enemy of one unit, let alone those dozen ordinary cavalrymen?

Sure enough, just as the dozen or so riders rushed towards Liu Kai, the sword light flashed in Liu Kai's hand, and countless sharp sword lights shot out instantly.

Not only did these dozen cavalry beheaded, but also some of the surrounding Feixiong troops who were strangled together were killed on the spot.

In an instant, the battlefield cavalry that were originally strangled together strangely scattered a large open space.

"waste!"

Liu Kai came to his senses, looked at Sima Rulong indifferently, and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the distance.

Sima Rulong, who stood up, looked at the stream of light. Although he looked angry, he dared not speak out.

Just as the two armies were strangling in full swing, no one noticed that more than a dozen cavalry rushed out of the dense forest above the North Mountain.

"Damn, this is too..."

Looking at the two cavalry strangled together in front of him, Zhang Chongshan, who had no ink in his stomach, wanted to sigh a few words, but he opened his mouth and couldn't make a word.

"What's the point! I remember everything I said?"

Tang Ming couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he looked at the white light that would rise from time to time on the battlefield.

The sect's hand was indeed stretched out.

"Don't worry, head, even if you can't beat them to death, you will scare them to death!"

Zhang Chongshan shook the tail of his mount behind him, and behind the horse's tail, there were a large bundle of dead branches and branches tied.

Tang Ming had only thirty-seven people, and they rushed down like this. It was nothing to do with a battlefield where nearly 20,000 cavalrymen fought.

Thirty-eight riders, with dead branches tied behind the ponytails. Once they run, they will have the momentum of thousands of troops.

"kill!"

Tang Ming raised his steel knife in his hand and rushed down the hillside with the first step.

Thirty-seven people followed closely behind, the sound of horse hooves was like raindrops, and the dust flew everywhere!

Feixiongjun and the Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry, who were originally fighting, were shocked by this sudden scene.

Sima Rulong, who had just returned to the central army, looked at the iron cavalry rushing down from the mountains and forests in the north and immediately became furious.

"What the hell is Cai Yang, this turtle grandson?!"

Sima Rulong looked at the cavalry running in the distance, and saw that there was no one in the dust.

It can be distinguished from the dust covering the sky, and there will definitely be no less than five thousand people coming.

"The commander-in-chief, the left army led by Deputy General Cai Yang, has no cavalry!"

Beside Sima Rulong, a deputy general swallowed his saliva, and then said to Sima Rulong with a trembling trembling.

Sima Rulong was shocked when he heard this. If Cai Yang's left army came from the north, who else could there be?

"Monmad Eyes!!"

A loud shout came from the dust, and some Feixiong soldiers vaguely saw the long black scarf flying in the dust.

While rushing forward, Tang Ming pulled out a long black scarf of one foot square meter from his side.

As his wrists flowed, the long scarf swung open and suddenly surrounded the eyes of the horse in front of him, wrapping them tightly.

The thirty-seven people behind him covered the eyes of the war horses according to Tang Ming's appearance.

"Quick, the rear army turns its spear and stop the cavalry in the north!"

Sima Rulong turned around and slapped the guard beside him in the face, shouting sternly.

At this moment, his whole body was trembling a little violently. If there were really an enemy cavalry that could rush out Cai Yang's six thousand left army, and then he could arrive here without knowing it.

So, today, the east exit valley is the burial place of Sima Rulong.

Ten thousand cavalry have been strangled into the battlefield in front of you and strangled with the Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry. It is simply unrealistic to separate them at this time.

The only thing that can be relied on is the two thousand cavalry as reserves.

However, looking at the dust and smoke rolling down the hillside opposite, I could tell with my butt that two thousand people would be killed if they faced each other.

Sima Rulong didn't care much about it and sent all the deputy generals around him to take over, while he rushed into the cavalry outside the valley with a dozen personal guards again.

He has been through the battlefield for a long time and understands that standing under the big tent is undoubtedly a living target.

There is no way to block the attack with two thousand people. Now, the safest place on the entire battlefield is the valley ahead that has been strangled for a long time.

After all, there are almost 7,000 flying troops there. Even if the Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry cannot be strangled, it is enough to ensure that his life is safe for the time being.

Tang Ming, with a stream of flying dust in the sky, was caught in the battle formation and faced the two thousand rear troops. As soon as he touched, the two commanders hiding behind the cavalry almost cursed.

Rolling dust, falling like thunder.

The momentum was very scary, but when they collided with each other, they realized it later.

Except for the more than thirty riders, where did the figures come from the rest of the horse's back? Moreover, the dust in the sky was brought up by the branches behind the horse's tail.

bluff!

The two commanders looked at each other, then rode their horses to surround the more than thirty people.

If there were two thousand cavalrymen, if they could not even keep these more than 30 people, they would not have to wait for Sima Rulong to chop their heads, and they would have to kill them in the saddle.

Tang Ming took the lead, holding the Baijing Steel Knife in his hand horizontally, without any fancy moves.

With one sword, the man takes advantage of the horse's power.

All the cavalry and soldiers who rushed into Tang Ming were divided into two.

Tang Ming's goal was also very obvious. After the dust was covered, he rushed directly towards the two thousand-man commanders.

"What a courage, I want to see how you kill me!"

The two commanders looked at each other, then turned around and retreated, and the cavalry behind him immediately filled the original vacancy.

They could see through Tang Ming's intention at a glance. In this contrast with the huge gap in strength, there was no second way to go except to capture the main general.

With the help of the downward horse stance, Tang Ming rushed out at a distance of 200 steps, but he was still stopped by the endless cavalry of the rear army.

The war horse stopped. Because he was still blindfolded at this moment, the war horse under Tang Ming's crotch was very irritable, spreading four hooves and constantly moving.

Brush!

Just as Tang Ming danced his steel knife and killed the cavalry, two black shadows rushed out from him.

The spear in his hand seemed like two iron chains blocking the river, forcing the cavalry to retreat one after another.

Zhang Chongshan and Lao Li, one left and one right, passed Tang Ming, rushed straight to the two commanders. The dozens of cavalrymen who were behind also raised their hands with one hand. The crossbow, and the arrows fell like rain.

"Where to go!"

Zhang Chongshan was about to rush to the commander, but who knew that the guy actually left without giving him any chance.

Zhang Chongshan, who was irritable, immediately abandoned his spear and stepped on the saddle. The moment he soared into the air, his waist was unsheathed.

The commander, who had already left the horse, suddenly felt that the sky above his head seemed to be dark.

Before he could turn around, Zhang Chongshan rushed down from the air like an eagle and falcon, and a cold light flashed across his waist knife.

A very big head instantly soared into the sky, and blood spurted out splattered Zhang Chongshan's face.

Zhang Chongshan, who took off the head of the thousand-man captain, landed on the dark horse and threw the headless corpse of the thousand-man captain off the horse's back.

Zhang Chongshan, holding the knife in his back hand, touched his face hard, and blood painted a series of cunning patterns on his face.
To be continued...