"Hey! You! Don't dawdle, get off your horse and take off your weapons and armor!" The captain went up to him and shouted at him.
The words were suddenly interrupted.
Yan Bai's hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and with a "squeak", he snapped his neck neatly, snatched the spear from the captain's hand, and picked off a forward cavalryman of King Yonglin with his backhand .
"King Yonglin, do you want me to surrender you? Just dream!" The young general in white robe suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, pointing directly at the commander on the army chariot. As soon as he moved, a forest of swordsmen surrounded him, and countless spears and short arrows greeted him.
Yan Bai rode his horse and fought while walking, picking down more than a dozen enemy soldiers in a row. However, among the tens of thousands of troops, these casualties were quickly made up. He only felt that the weapons and swords in front of him were endless, and the number of slashing and killing was also endless. .
The roaring arrows, the infantry on the ground and the cavalry on horseback...
Blood slowly seeped from his white robe, which was shocking.
However, he gritted his teeth, and continued to kill and seize horses along the way, dodging knives and arrows and rushing straight to the Chinese army—King Yonglin! Even if the blood splattered three feet, he would still stab that enemy's heart with the last long sword!
The sun has already set to the west, and the blood-like setting sun penetrates the thick yellow dust all over the sky, which is also a tragic scene.
The army rushed back and forth, and the formation was constantly changing. Yan Bai felt his physical strength drop by the minute. Sweat and blood flowed down his forehead together, he felt that the weapon in his hand was getting heavier and more and more people were in front of him.
However, as if possessed by the God of War, the single-handed general in white went on a bloody battle all the way.
"How could he last so long?" Xu Fuyan frowned, looking at the battle situation in the city, feeling a little worried.
"Seventh brother's martial arts are astonishing. It's easy to take the leader out of a million troops - how easy is it to kill him?" Prince Chengde looked at his brother with a look of admiration and disgust in his eyes, "However, if you can It would be good to take the opportunity to let him kill King Yonglin."
"This statement is wrong—King Yonglin can deal with it later, but the opportunity to kill the Seventh Prince is fleeting, and we must wait for that female Jinwu to come back!" Taifu Xu looked at the sun and counted the time, "I'm afraid that it will be dark soon. , Ming Jin withdraws troops—then Prince Xueya will take the opportunity to escape, so it’s not a big deal!”
Prince Chengde froze, and his eyes became anxious: "Yes! But King Yonglin's army can't kill him, so why?"
Master Xu nodded, and suddenly sneered: "Perhaps... we can still help King Yonglin."
Blood splattered shirt. Yan Bai gritted his teeth, pulled out an arrow that had been shot into his leg with his backhand, and threw it backhand, a cavalryman screamed and fell off his horse. However, blood and sweat blurred his eyes.
In the setting sun, he felt as if his body had fallen into an ice cave, slowly cooling down.
"Pfft", his body shook, Yan Bai lowered his head and watched a spear protruding from his shoulder, he suddenly smiled, and swung his sword back with his right hand, the long sword pierced into a limp flesh, and then, The same stereotyped screams sounded.
He returned his hand slowly, breaking the barrel of the gun, but left the spearhead in his body.
It's almost time for the final blow... Yan Bai raised his head and looked at the chariot of King Yonglin not far away, the fire in his eyes was extinguished.
The setting sun is like blood. At the end of Longshouyuan, there are overlapping mountains and hills... Inside the pass, there is a great country of Liguo.
However, the oath he once made to assist his elder brother to reunify the broken country is about to be shattered today.
Dust-free, dust-free... It's your wish to reunify the Li country, right? Unfortunately, I can no longer keep that promise.
Prince Xueya suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. Amidst the laughter, his eyes were as bright as lightning. Suddenly he jumped up from the horse, grabbed a spear, and rushed towards King Yonglin's seat with a murderous look.
Surprisingly, he didn't dodge the arrows and rocks that came raining down on him like rain!
"Your Majesty! There are soldiers and horses coming from the northwest!" As soon as he heard the report from the spies, King Yonglin looked back and saw the yellow dust on the northwest corner of Longshouyuan. To the bloody clothes ten feet away.
Such sharp eyes!
A generation of heroes was also shocked, and quickly shouted at the groom: "Back! Back!"
However, the white clothes that had been stained red with blood rushed over like a rain of arrows and stones. The spears standing everywhere were broken under his sword. Prince Xueya held the spear in his hand, and pierced the throat of the crowned king on the chariot!
The groom hastily turned the horse's head and retreated, but there was still no time
King Yonglin's eyes were also widened due to fear, and he leaned back as hard as he could, leaning against the back of the chair, looking at the blood-clothed man coming from the wind. The rain of arrows in mid-air had already shot at that person one after another, but he didn't feel it at all!
That killing intent...
He looked at Prince Xueya, his pupils constricted. Suddenly, his eyes passed over the man in white, and he saw Yecheng standing behind him in the setting sun. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he blurted out in surprise and joy—"Crown Princess? Chengde wants to kill the Crown Princess!"
"Duo", in the blurted shout, the spear flew out of his hand, but for some reason, it was slightly deflected and missed the aim, and it was nailed to the wide sleeve of Yonglin King's Nine Dragon Robe, penetrating into the back of the chair.
King Yonglin's face was livid with fright, but he saw that blood-soaked killing god stopped in his tracks, and looked back at the wall of Ye City like lightning.
There—under the bloody slanting sun, a woman dressed in fine clothes was escorted to the top of the city, with a bright long knife resting on her neck. There seemed to be a soldier erecting a crossbar nearby, and put the thick rope on the woman's head.
It turns out... so it is! Brother Huang has learned the secret, so now he wants to get rid of the two of them in one go
"Wu Chen!" Yan Bai's body trembled suddenly, before he had time to think, he turned around and ran down the city.
As soon as he left, the gap in front of King Yonglin's chariot was blocked by heavily armored warriors, making him invulnerable.
King Yonglin fumbled and grabbed the spear that nailed him, pulled it out with all his strength, raised his whip with a livid face and shouted: "All soldiers, let me smash this guy into thousands of pieces! Whoever got the head , ten thousand gold and ten thousand households!"