Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, people's homes, ancient roads, west wind, thin horses. The setting sun, the heartbroken man at the end of the world.
This poem "Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan perfectly reflects Zhou Yi's current situation. He is wandering alone on his Black Narcissus. Looking up, he sees only the endless wilderness of Luoyang and has no idea where to go.
Zhou Yi suddenly thought of the time when he was on Wudang Mountain, playing and fighting with his fellow apprentices. Although his martial arts skills were poor at that time, he was carefree every day. But now...
well!
Zhou Yi sighed lightly, raised the reins in his hand, and then galloped away on his horse.
Less than half an hour later, a black line appeared on the horizon not far away. The black line looked like a thin stream of water.
The water flow expanded at an alarming speed. It turned into a black stream, then into a black river, and finally, as if all rivers flowed into the sea, all the black lines converged into a black ocean that had no end in sight!
Thousands of troops emerged from the horizon and rushed towards Zhou Yi with overwhelming momentum. It was so terribly dark and gloomy that it was blinding. The surging murderous aura made it almost impossible to look directly at it. The soldiers and horses surged forward, as powerful as a storm and as fierce as a hurricane. They came in thousands, rolling in a dense formation and pounced on him.
Of course Zhou Yi would know this army!
"Zizhi Tongjian" says: "King Qin Shimin selected more than a thousand elite cavalrymen, all dressed in black armor, and divided them into left and right teams, with Qin Shubao, Cheng Zhijie, Yuchi Jingde, and Zhai Changsun as the commanders. In every battle, Shimin personally led the black armor as the vanguard, taking the opportunity to attack, and he was able to defeat everything he encountered!
Just like a dark cloud pressing down on a city, the invincible and unstoppable Great Zhou trump card - the Black Armor Elite Cavalry! However, at this moment, Zhou Yi keenly felt that the Black Armor Army in front of him was no longer the invincible iron army led by Murong Chui that he had seen in the capital of the gods in the past.
It was as if they had abandoned their souls, and no longer had the vitality, loyalty and patriotism. Only the fighting instinct forged in hundreds of bloody battles remained. Now the Black Armor Army has almost become a simple killing machine.
Zhou Yi was horrified and turned the reins almost reflexively, driving Black Narcissus to fly in the opposite direction.
The simple black-armored soldiers were just rough guys with a rough understanding of martial arts and strong physiques. Zhou Yi did not take them seriously at all. However, the army formation composed of hundreds of black-armored elite cavalrymen almost stirred up a monstrous murderous intent, like a black cloud pressing down on him, almost like Wu Zhao and Sun En back then, which made Zhou Yi feel a chilling fear.
But Zhou Yi had been riding his horse for less than half an incense stick of time when nearly a hundred elite cavalrymen in black armor came towards him from the front. Zhou Yi suddenly realized that the enemy was using a tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west!
Zhou Yi quickly recited the Bing Xin Jue to calm himself down, and then his Jiuxiao spiritual perception extended endlessly: at this moment, there were about a hundred riders coming towards him, and judging from their momentum, they should be the elite among the Xuanjia Elite Cavalry, specially sent to carry out the task of blocking Zhou Yi, although their number was small but the threat was no less.
The more than 300 riders behind him not only chased him relentlessly, but also split into two groups in an orderly manner and quickly surrounded him from both wings, obviously determined to win.
Zhou Yi acted decisively, pulled the reins hard to turn Black Narcissus' horse's head, and broke through in the direction of Luo River.
The horsepower of the Black Narcissus was truly unparalleled. In less than a few breaths, it had already rushed to the front of the enemy formation. The first few elite black-armored cavalrymen were shocked when they saw Zhou Yi riding the Black Narcissus. In panic, they hurriedly called on the other cavalry to step up their defense, and at the same time thrust out the spears in their hands, trying their best to prevent Zhou Yi from breaking into the formation.
Facing the cold spear, Zhou Yi felt no fear at all. He took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and pulled the reins with all his strength. At the same time, Black Narcissus leaped up and suddenly rose several feet into the air. The man and horse jumped over the heads of the front row of soldiers and rushed straight into the formation.
Black Narcissus's hooves stomped forward, and the energy came out of his feet. The soldier who was hit by the hoof didn't even have time to scream, his neck was broken, and he fell off his horse and died on the spot.
Zhou Yi also randomly broke into the battle formation. Black Narcissus suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the following war horses were all frightened. They hesitated to move forward and retreated silently.
How could Zhou Yi miss such a great opportunity? He took the lead and jumped into the enemy's mountain of swords and forest of knives. The green water sword in his hand kept pointing out like a torrential rain. No enemy was left alive within a three-meter radius around him!
"If you can't get drunk after drinking a thousand cups, come and die!"
Suddenly, an angry shout was heard from not far away. Zhou Yi looked up and saw a burly man with a broad back and strong arms, waving a 10-foot-long snake spear in his hand. He looked very imposing, just like the fierce Zhang Fei who shouted back the millions of Cao's troops in front of the Changban Bridge.
Fighting on the battlefield is completely different from martial arts competitions. Facing a huge army, no matter how many tricks you have, you may not necessarily need a soldier with amazing arm strength to swing an axe. The little god of wealth has long had the ambition to dominate the world. At the beginning of the establishment of the Brotherhood, he secretly cultivated an army for the purpose of fighting on the battlefield.
The Yan Lie in front of Zhou Yi at this moment was a disciple of Zhang Fei, and he had already mastered the skill of wielding the Zhangba Snake Spear.
Zhou Yi rode his horse forward silently, and Yan Lie laughed wildly again: "Look, I'll poke thousands of transparent holes in you!" Compared to Yan Lie's huge body of nearly two meters, Zhou Yi, who was of medium build, did look a little pitiful. For a moment, the morale of the Black Armor Elite Cavalry was greatly boosted, as if a tragic death under Yan Lie's spear was Zhou Yi's only fate.
The two men's horses were facing each other and galloping towards each other. Yan Lie held the steel spear in both hands and used the momentum of the horse to strike the opponent's head from top to bottom. The dozens of pounds of iron spear in his hand seemed to have the power to split mountains and crack rocks. Just the gust of wind it brought was enough to make the faces of the surrounding soldiers painful!
The steel spear drew a thrilling arc in the air with a shrill sound, and Yan Lie showed a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth: "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, how can you be my opponent on the battlefield?" He was looking forward to the muffled sound of the opponent's brain bursting... ... .
But the scene that Yan Lie expected did not appear.
Zhou Yi made a deft move and disappeared without a trace on the horse's back like a gust of wind. Yan Lie's sure-fire attack missed, and the two horses galloped past each other.
Before Yan Lie could be surprised, he suddenly saw a very strange scene: he was getting higher and higher from the ground, and he could see his headless body rolling heavily off the horse, with blood gushing out from his neck, and even the ancient long sword in Qianbeibuzui's hand was stained red...
Seeing their brave commander die, the entire army fell silent and looked silently at Zhou Yi's figure who looked like a god, standing proudly on the Black Narcissus.
Zhou Yi didn't stop for a moment. He shouted loudly, and the roar he made kept striking the hearts of the surrounding troops. Then he raised Yan Lie's spear in one hand, held the spear in his left hand, and held the sword in his right hand, and rushed forward ferociously. The soldiers in front were immediately frightened out of their wits, and they subconsciously dodged Zhou Yi.
During the conflict, Zhou Yi's heart suddenly tightened, and a sense of danger suddenly emerged. Zhou Yi swept his spear backwards. Suddenly, a man stepped on an unparalleled light skill, flew on his horse, rushed towards Zhou Yi, and slapped him with a powerful iron palm.
“Gah!”
With a dull sound, the spear in Zhou Yi's hand broke into two pieces. The man slapped Zhou Yi and Black Narcissus and knocked them back several steps along with their horses.
Zhou Yi slowly stood up, and his eyes suddenly flickered as he looked at the person in front of him.
"Lime Chant!" (To be continued)