A horse's front hoof kicked her head hard, making a crisp sound, and the horrified expression was forever frozen on her face.
Her skull was shattered, her brains exploded, and she fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the hooves of more than a dozen horses trampled over her body, and she was instantly trampled into a puddle of flesh.
"Lanxiang..."
Seeing this horrific scene, Shen Biyun rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.
Chu Shaoyang's jaw tightened, his cold eyes glanced over Lan Xiang's inhuman body, he hugged Shen Biyun tightly, and continued to run wildly.
The dozen or so horses kept moving, running like crazy, chasing after his horse's butt, as if they had a deep grudge against Shen Biyun in his arms.
Although Yu Huacong, who was crossed by Chu Shaoyang, was more powerful than these horses, after all, it was carrying two people. In addition, the dozen or so horses were all running as if they were desperate, and they were quickly drawn closer. .
The horses are getting closer and closer to Chu Shaoyang and Shen Biyun.
If Chu Shaoyang didn't let go of Shen Biyun, it was very likely that even he would be trampled to pieces by the crazy horses.
"Damn it! Bastard! Beast! Are you all crazy? I am your master, master!"
Chu Shaoyang's face turned livid with anger, and he turned around and angrily scolded the horses behind him.
These horses are all famous horses that he carefully selected from all over the country. He is a horse lover. After buying each horse, he will be carefully raised by a dedicated person. He will come to the racecourse every day to interact with these horses. They rubbed their ears and temples together for a while, and then galloped to hire him.
He knew that a good horse recognized its owner the most. These horses usually raised their heads and neighed and greeted him happily when they saw him.
But today, none of the horses seemed to recognize him. The horses were snorting heavily from their noses, their eyes were as wide as bells, and they were rushing forward desperately.
Chu Shaoyang's stomach was about to explode with anger. He didn't know how these horses went crazy, but he knew that if he didn't make the right decision to abandon Shen Biyun, even he would not be spared.
"Damn it! Bastards! They're all beasts!" Chu Shaoyang kept yelling.
He gritted his teeth and pulled out the Spirit Snake Sword from his waist with a flick of his wrist. The sword's light shone like a sword in the sun, emitting a dazzling white light.
The only solution now is to cut off the wrists of strong men!
Chu Shaoyang held the Spirit Snake Sword and stared at the beloved horses chasing behind him. He almost broke his teeth, but he couldn't do anything.
He suddenly let out a loud roar, grabbed Shen Biyun and threw it to a large elm tree nearby. The force of the throw was just right. Shen Biyun landed safely on two tree branches and fell unconscious. .
The horses suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the big elm tree. They raised their front hooves and kicked hard on the thick trunk, while raising their heads and neighing.
Although the trunk of the elm tree was thick, the iron hooves of the horseshoes were harder. Dozens of horse hooves bombarded each other in turn, and only a few "click-click" sounds were heard, and the trunk of the elm tree, which was thick enough for two people to hug each other, actually cracked.
But what Chu Shaoyang was fighting for was this moment of respite. He flew up from Yuhuacong and landed on the back of a crazy horse under the elm tree. With a "snap" sound with his right palm, he slapped the horse behind the ear hard. , the horse suddenly fell to the ground, its legs twitched, and it fell unconscious.
Chu Shaoyang kept walking, walking back and forth among the horses like a butterfly in a flower, and kept slapping his hands. With each slap, a horse fell to the ground.