If someone has seen a wolf pack chasing prey in the snow, he will find how similar the situation is now. The difference is that there are hundreds of wolves chasing at this moment, while the prey is just nine people walking on foot.

The northern grassland horse has now changed into winter mane. The short but fine hair is that the horse looks a bit bloated but provides the durability of the low temperature environment that the southern horse does not have. Hundreds of cavalry, a single grassland horse, shouting and waving a scimitar.

The shrill cold wind suffocates ice crystals, but it cannot stop the pursuit.

Yizhi huā was driving Zhuo Bufan, and the others were also steadily walking. However, although their lightness skills could surpass the galloping horse in a short time, they could never last so long. Seeing the pursuers behind them getting closer, one of them suddenly shouted: "General, take the lead!"

There was no need for explanation, Zhuo Bufan understood the choice they made, but he was still stunned. He had just left the seclusion, but he couldn't get to the old man. Looking anxiously, he suddenly found a stone pass in the distance, which was a narrow passage between two small hills. It was not obvious, it seemed too smooth and wide, but it was the only terrain that could be relied upon by the sight.

"Let's go together! Keep guarding ahead!" There were no words in the wind and snow. Zhuo Bufan just shouted this sentence and then covered his mouth and gasped.

Everyone then raised their strength, accelerated again, and rushed towards the pass.

The pursuers behind saw that the prey could not escape at all, so they followed up slowly but unstoppablely, and could even vaguely hear the sound of the Tartars' wow words.

After rushing into the pass, the wind and snow were blocked by the mountain and suddenly became much smaller. Everyone's eyes lit up. However, it turned out that this place was not just a pass, but there were several small hills behind the mountain, forming a shallow but twisting and gentle Qianchang Valley. Zhuo Bufan quickly looked at the terrain and said, "You can take me forward! You can resist the enemy from the palace and let more than a dozen people come in, and you can kill people and seize the horse!"

After speaking in one breath, a very simple but complete plan to block the enemy's horse. The pursuers behind were approaching, and even the sound of the horse could be heard. Everyone dispersed without hesitation. A branch raised Zhuo Bufan, his body flashed, and quickly disappeared at the corner of the valley in front. The seven masters rushed in half and lined up in the narrowest part. At this time, they took out the weapons from the packages that were tightly tied behind them. The hooks, three nunchaku, glazed clang, and iron ruler swords were all strange weapons. The most conspicuous ones were a shoulder heavy sword and a bird cage, while the master Tan Tui took out a pair of tied tui and tied them to the small tui.

The chasing wolf pack obviously did not take the prey seriously, and there was no scruple of Fenggu's incest. He heard a shout, and the mouth of the valley darkened. At first, more than a dozen Tartars, wearing fur and marching in, were squirting white mist in their mouths and mounts.

In the valley, the seven people were equally separated but stood still, just blocking the way tightly. The wind and snow crossed the mountain and became smooth. The snow fell into the valley and was suddenly turned around again and passed by the seven people. The seven people seemed to have been standing here for a long time, turning into rocks, and no intrusion could be disturbed.

The leading Tartars were also stunned by this unexpected situation, and they strangled their horses' heads and became a large number of them. Suddenly, someone yelled among the Tartars who rushed into one after another, and pointed to the valley where a clear trace of rebirth was very eye-catching on the snow. The number of people in front of them was also different from the people they were pursuing just now.

The Tartar soldiers angrily shouted, it turned out that these unknown guys were covering the others' escape, and the two escaped must be important figures of the Han people.

Soon, the horse was raising its hooves, and more than a dozen Tartars who rushed into the valley first rushed over. The anger and shame of the drama must be calmed and washed with blood.

The seven men remained motionless, and the Tartars rode their horses to charge. The two sides quickly approached, and they were about to nail the target if they were sharp arrows.

Just as the two sides were about to contact, the Tatar soldiers suddenly became empty, with only the wind and snow rolling in front of them, as if nothing had ever been blocked there.

The Tartar soldiers were stunned and turned around and were surprised to find that the seven people were still standing there motionless, as if they had never moved. At this time, the Tartars behind shouted loudly. The dozen Tartars had already begun to slow down, but when they heard this, they rode their horses again and rushed into the valley following the traces on the ground, and soon disappeared at the corner.

The brigade of Tartars was full of power, and they shouted and rushed forward collectively. These seven ungrateful Han barbarians were directly stepped on to become ròu sauce.

This time, the seven people finally made movements. Suddenly, a long roar was heard in unison. The horses running in front suddenly stopped in a frightened manner and then rose up with human power. The Tartar rider, who was superb riding, did not fall off the horse. He grabbed the reins tightly, but several people directly knocked the horse over and fell heavily into the snow.

The snow flying in the air, blocking people's sight, was flying backwards by the roar, and seven figures rushed straight into the rushing horses in the flying snow.

The arc-shaped knife light flashed, and the double hooks flipped on one side. Two black objects soared into the sky, sprinkling countless bright red snow. The rider who lost his head was still urging his mount to rush over.

With a roar of wind, a lightning-like black shadow rose up from the ground. A piece of nunchakus was like a scorpion lying on the road. A Tartar rider let out a muffled groan and flew upside down, still blew blood in the air, as if the blood in his body was tired of following the rules all year round, and he was about to breathe out.

Wherever the glass clang passed, not only was the smoke-like blood, but also the large piece of blood, which was directly torn from the limbs. The iron ruler flashed without a fierce sword light, and every time it sucked and spit, it made a slight sound of Adam's apple breaking.

What is more peculiar is the big scary heavy sword and the bird cage that doesn't look like a weapon but is a bit funny.

The master of the heavy sword was short and thick and low, and even his impact posture was very strange. He was actually turning around, as if he was dancing a strange and funny dance. This was the case from the first step of the impact. Moreover, the two companions next to him had also set a distance from him. When they rushed into the horses, they had become like a gyro, but the gyro carried a circle of terrible cold light. The heavy sword that was higher than his shoulders had turned into a circle of sword light. Wherever they passed, whether it was a man or a horse, whether it was a log shield or a hard weapon, they were all cut by the sword light, and there was no barrier at all. The weapon armor was thrown away and turned into scrap iron, while the man or a horse was separated, and the blood, white bones and stomachs came out.

Now the Tartar soldiers finally understood why the companion of the heavy swordsman also distanced himself from him. When they met such an opponent, no one wanted to block the road of the heavy sword. However, they wanted to escape but saw a bird cage. It was the bird cage, which suddenly turned into countless clones, as if they would hit them from anywhere. Not only did people have this illusion, but even the horses slowed down one after another, as if they were almost swung their eyes in front of them. Some Tartar soldiers had turned from disdain to being both disgusted at the beginning. Some people shouted in a low voice and waved their swords at the bird cage in front of them, but this bird cage that seemed to be illusion was not just an illusion. Several screams seemed to sound at the same time. Several arms, arms holding the scimitar, flew up, landed far away on the hillside, and then slowly rolled down in the snow.

In contrast, Master Tan Tui seemed to be the weakest direction. He seemed to be the least intimidating. With his head down, he was already unarmed, but he deliberately sent his most dangerous head to the horses, and rushed into the horses in a flash. The Tartar soldiers on the horses saw that their heads were more eye-catching than the wooden stakes that were practiced riding and chopped down with one knife. However, without waiting for the pleasure of the knife to cut into the bone, a foot suddenly appeared in front of him. He was wearing ordinary warm leather boots, and even could clearly see the rolling white sheep on the boots.

"Bang!", either a heavy blow, or a crisp sound of kicking a watermelon, with the crisp sound of scattering the flesh. The Tartar soldiers did not cut the other party's head, but their head suddenly turned into a scattered object. This seemingly erratic kick actually had the effect of a hundred pounds of big pine.

Seven figures, the seven figures that rushed into the horses, seemed to be turning into seven straight lines, bringing about bloody storms. In the wind and snow all over the sky, the white world, the rare warm haven in the blizzard, suddenly became the Shura hell that spreads blood and cruelly abuses life.

I thought I had chased a delicious lamb, but I didn't expect that the terrible group of lions was chased. Yes, lion groups, these were not the weak Han people in Dahua, but the terrifying Western lions in the Western Regions grasslands. They were definitely not ordinary people, no, they must be demons. This is how the Tartar officer who was commanding at the valley entrance with several followers felt at this time.

Suddenly, the valley was silent, and the seven demons stopped at the same time. Behind them, there was the snow that had been dyed red by blood limbs and internal organs. Above the blood-red mud, there were seven blood-dreaming gods!

The Tartar cavalry were still pouring in, but they were all shocked by the scene in front of them and filled them all at once. Suddenly, the Tartar officer's eyes narrowed, and the mouths of the seven demons were rising and falling violently in the bright snowy surfaces on both sides.

Whether it is prey or its own blood, it will also cause the bloodthirsty sky of the wolf pack. Grassland wolf also has its own pride. Facing a strong enemy, even facing a god of killing in hell, even if it fights its own life, it will bite its sharp teeth into the enemy's body. Because they know that their sacrifice will give companions or the chance to kill a strong enemy.
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