The Dragon Scale Iron Cavalry is only dead!"

When he was only a hundred steps away from the Northern Camp of Nanmang, Tang Ming raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

The eight hundred iron cavalry behind him raised their iron spears at the same time, and the sound of horse hooves was like thunder rolling through the sky, deafening.

Tang Ming took the lead, and a black cloth appeared in his hand, and the raised black cloth suddenly wrapped around the war horse's eyes.

The eight hundred iron cavalry behind him were the same movements, and the black cloth passed through the loess like a dark cloud, and a depressing aura filled the entire battlefield.

The war horses rushed forward, and the military soldiers from the Nanmangbei Camp were already ready.

The size of the eight hundred people was apart from surprise to the Nanmang Beiying at the beginning, they didn't care much about it after reacting.

After all, the Northern Camp runs for dozens of miles, with an army of 180,000.

These eight hundred people were among them, and they couldn't even splash a little. The moment Tang Ming raised his sword, countless powerful crossbows opened their bowstrings and pointed them at them.

But unexpectedly, after the black cloth, another wave of black clouds came up, and the sound of breaking through the air was penetrated.

Two thousand cavalry followed closely behind, everyone abandoned the iron spear and the waist knife, held a powerful crossbow in their hands, and the people used the horse's power, and the crossbow arrows splashed like rain.

Before Tang Ming could rush into the enemy's formation, hundreds of thousands of troops in the northern camp of the Nanmang were already tragically killed by the crossbow arrows of the cavalry of the rear army.

Under the leadership of Tang Ming, eight hundred people smashed into the formation hard, like dragons entering the sea, and rushed out of the defense of the front formation in Beiying.

Tang Ming is in front, Xiao Ran is on the left, Zhang Chongshan is on the right, and Lao Li is behind him.

The few people looked like a sharp arrow, not only tearing open the enemy camp, but also going deep into it.

The steel knife mountain in his hand emitted a cold light. After Tang Ming entered the formation, he did not raise a spear like other martial soldiers.

He didn't dare to hold the iron spear, and even Tang Ming himself couldn't tell the reason.

When he went out to the east to fight, if the disciple of Yiqi Sword Sect almost killed Mute Bag on the spot, Tang Ming would not have held the spear in a hurry.

After stumbled into the Northern Camp, Tang Ming's mind suddenly shook.

The familiar attraction became unprecedentedly strong, and Tang Ming's eyes gradually turned blood red, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

One horse rushed forward, and eight hundred people followed behind.

However, Tang Ming did not want to stop at this moment, but went toward the central army of the Nanmang Beiying regardless of everything.

At this moment, Tang Ming had actually forgotten his identity, but was attracted by that breath, gradually leading 800 people into the quagmire.

"Kill! You must border the eight hundred dragon scale iron cavalry!"

Liu Zhenlu looked at Tang Ming who had been rushing forward. Although he was a little confused, he understood that even if they were all dead here, the young man would not be able to suffer any damage.

Two thousand cavalry put away the powerful crossbow in their hands. According to what Tang Ming said before, they should have a rain of arrows.

But now Liu Zhenlu can no longer care about so many things. As long as he can protect Tang Ming’s Zhouquan, when the central army in the northern lunar mountain breaks out, even if he dies, it will be worth it!

Two thousand cavalry rushed over, and the Nanmang martial soldiers outside the Northern Camp seemed to have expected this.

After the formation dispersed, the two thousand people were put in and then surrounded them layer by layer.

It is really easy to surround 2,800 people with 1800 people.

Even though he was caught off guard at the beginning, the Nanmang general who reacted did not take these more than 2,000 people seriously.

"Haha, Sima Rulong's idiot was actually taken off by such a person, and he was simply thrown away from our Nanmang Dynasty!"

Outside the tent of the Central Army in Beiying, a burly general looked at the more than 2,000 people surrounded, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

When he heard about Sima Rulong's death, he was also shocked. After all, Fei Xiongjun's reputation in Nanmang was too high.

And being able to easily take off Sima Rulong's head is also a powerful figure.

But when I saw this today, the white-haired young man was just a brave and reckless man.

He really couldn't understand, with such ability, how could he pass by Hulukou and Yanziling?

"Head, no, I can't stand it anymore!"

Zhang Chongshan cut off the military soldiers beside him with one sword, then approached Tang Ming, and then picked up a spear with one sword, and said anxiously.

According to Tang Ming's idea, after they attacked the Thousand Army, they would stop, and then two thousand cavalry rushed out again.

But once Tang Ming entered the formation, he seemed to go crazy and kept rushing towards the central army's tent.

Tang Ming ignored Zhang Chongshan's words. His red eyes stared at Zhong Wu, the commander of the Nanmang Beiying, who was standing in the middle of the central army in the distance.

Puff...

Finally, when Tang Ming rushed to the tent less than a hundred steps away, the war horse under his seat was pierced through his head by a flying spear.

Tang Ming rolled down and dropped his horse, and the steel knife in his hand rolled up a strong wind. Within ten steps, all the martial soldiers who were leaning on him were in different places.

"Oh? It seems that this young man is really not simple!"

Next to Zhong Wu, two middle-aged men with fairy spirits looked at the sword aura that ejaculated from Tang Ming, and squinted their eyes slightly.

"The sword is like thunder, but there is no trace of spiritual energy all over my body. If you enter the Xuanmen, how great will it be if you enter the Xuanmen?"

One of them stared at Tang Ming tightly, and with his fingers moved, a light of inspiration rushed out of the sword box behind him.

The man bent his fingers slightly, pointed at Tang Ming in the crowd, and tugged with one hand.

A splendid light flashed in the sword box, and a powerful sword energy rushed towards Tang Ming as it flowed.

If you don’t enter the Xuanmen, you are just an ordinary warrior after all.

Therefore, no matter how powerful Tang Ming's sword power is in their eyes, it is just like a child's plaything, vulnerable.

With a single sword flashing, the martial soldiers around him were forced to retreat again.

But at this moment, a fierce aura came from behind. Tang Ming no longer had the will tone, but he turned around instinctively and slashed it with one sword.

The steel knife in his hand instantly shattered into slag, and the sword energy also dissipated invisible.

His hands flew, and a hot flame suddenly appeared from his palms. Tang Ming took a step forward and poked his fists out wildly.

Rumble.

Within one meter of radius, the whole body was instantly destroyed by the hot flames.

At the same time, Tang Ming's face suddenly became pale and his body swayed slightly.

In the air, a long sword flew over and landed accurately in front of Tang Ming.

The narrow blade exuded a cold aura. Tang Ming didn't think about it, holding the dragon scale knife with one hand and stepped forward again.

"Old Li!!"

And the moment Tang Ming held the Dragon Scale Sword, Zhang Chongshan behind him let out a shrill roar.

It turned out that Lao Li, who had been observing the situation on Tang Ming, threw out his waist knife when he saw the broken steel knife in Tang Ming's hand.

In the battle formation, Lao Li, who had lost his long sword, was instantly pierced by seven or eight iron spears, and blood gushed out of his body.

The bright red hands grabbed the two iron spears on his chest, and Lao Li smiled miserably at Zhang Chongshan.

Zhang Chongshan, who had red eyes, made a single move and suddenly cut the two Nanmang martial soldiers in front of him in half, then walked to Lao Li in one step.

At this moment, Old Li grabbed two iron spears that pierced his body with both hands, and there was no breath at all.

"kill!"

Zhang Chongshan turned around and split the martial arts soldiers in front of him with one sword.

He has been in the army for many years and has long been very indifferent to life and death on the battlefield.

But Lao Li's departure completely stimulated him. How many people are left in the 800 robes in the Tam Horse Camp to this day?

On this side, Zhang Chongshan was determined to die, but on the other side, Tang Ming still rushed towards the central army's tent regardless.

"Can you break through my Zhoutian Gangqi? It's interesting!"

The elder of the sect who had taken action before sneered, then stretched out his hand, and a boy handed over the sword box behind him.

"I want to see, you can break my sword!"

With a sneer, the elder of the Qi Jian Sect sat cross-legged, placed the sword box in front of his knees, and slowly opened it.

A series of delicate little swords appeared in front of everyone. Even the senior brother beside him could not help but look envious in his eyes after seeing this group of eighteen spirit swords.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the spirit swords flew up one after another, staying in front of the man's eyes.

With the gesture of the elder of the sect, three small swords floating in the air rushed out like a spirit snake, and the whistling sound made the surrounding generals amazed.

After all, it is an immortal's method, which seems to be light, but it is full of murderous intentions.

Tang Mingdao turned with him, and the sharp dragon scale knife broke through the armor of the martial arts soldiers in front of him, and suddenly stopped.

Looking at the little sword that was coming, a slight tide of turmoil in his heart, and then the almost endless sword intent in his mind began to flow.

He took a sudden step, put the knife back with one hand on his left waist, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and raised his head slightly.

"One knife, stop the thoughts!"

When the three long swords came to their sight, Tang Ming suddenly made a knife draw.

The Dragon Scale Knife no longer unsheathed inch by inch, but suddenly passed through a dazzling white light. The entire noisy battlefield also became silent under this white light.
To be continued...