It was an illusion of space and time, and the mighty momentum and power seemed to solidify in the air.
"Kill!" The soldiers of the Xinwangjun Special Forces team pulled down their cold metal masks, their voices becoming screaming.
But they charged forward, everyone and every horse turned into a silver light, and these dozens of lights pierced into the enemy's cavalry cluster, and the offensive of the cavalry under Mo's leadership was immediately stagnant.
No. One led the cavalry's momentum to explode, quickly assassinating all the enemies, and moving forward. The power of the powerful warrior swept in all directions like a blade in an instant.
In an instant, people turned their backs on their backs. The cavalry under the command of Mo usually bullied the common people with first-class methods, but when they really met the most elite fighters in the world, they were immediately beaten up and evaded and fled, and they were immediately broken into formation.
The three bosses, Miao Yufeng, Hua Zhonglong, Shan Hongfei, and the other disciples of the swordsman gang, took a breath of air. With such a powerful army in this remote place, it is not easy to see one in ordinary days. Unexpectedly, there will be more than a dozen when they appear at this moment.
Is he really a believer in Qiansui? The three of them couldn't help being thankful at this moment, but fortunately they didn't stand in the wrong team. Because in comparison. Although Mo commanding a piece of wanted paper can make them desperate, but the strength that Xin Wang Zhao Zhen demonstrated at the moment is that they can kill them one by one. There is already a huge gap between the strength of the King of Letters Zhao Zhen's army and the strength of his martial arts and the powerful leader of Mo.
When Shan Hongfei saw this scene, the long-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and a trace of determination flashed in his sharp eyes. He drew out his long sword, waved his hand forward and shouted, "Brothers, for the dead Liu Gongzi, kill!"
"Kill!" In response, the soldiers behind the middle-aged hero moved forward. The letter king Zhao Zhen watched these people go past him one by one and join the battle ahead. After being so frustrated, the cavalry now began to stand in a stalemate on the street.
But this is only one of them. Xin Wang Zhao Zhen believes that Mo commander's subordinates are coming continuously.
The other person will want to figure out what happened. He glanced back at the long-haired middle-aged man.
"My lord, the leader of the Jianghu sect is here to fight with you." Shan Hongfei looked forward and replied in a low voice: "I hope you can lead us out of the predicament!"
The letter king Zhao Zhen smiled non-committal.
He could see this guy's unwillingness, too, he almost relied on forced persecution to force them on such a path, how could the other party be reconciled.
However, since he has chosen to embark on this desperate path, he must go on step by step. Of course he will rely on the fighters of these various factions, but he is not controlled by the other side.
This is the first move in this game of chess, and the fight has just begun. He raised his sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at the mansion of the guard ambassador led by Mo in Shimen City in the dark.
"Mr. Shan Hongfei?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen said. "What?" The long-haired middle-aged man was shocked.
"When you get there, let's talk about the next step. You and I have the same purpose. No matter how much you say, it is meaningless." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen paused and said lightly.
Shan Hongfei was startled. "You really want to kill him, believe in Wang Qiansui?" He felt a bit dry in his mouth, couldn't help swallowing, moisturizing his throat, and said: "Mo commander is the commander of the Song Dynasty, and the second-ranked imperial court. The son of Master Yuanmo, and a close friend of Master Zhang Jun. I think we can teach him a lesson... enough..."
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen glanced at him. He shook his head, thinking that Da Song's hierarchical system is strict, even if Shan Hongfei is such an experienced and cunning leader of the martial art, he can't help being naive in such matters.
"It's not that I want to kill him, Shan Hongfei, the leader." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen smiled slightly: "It's more unrighteousness-you will kill yourself. Besides, I kill people, you just follow me. By virtue of my identity , Zhang Jun is here--I can kill it too!"
The long-haired middle-aged man stayed, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
And watching this scene in the charming eyes of the female village master Miao Yufeng behind, she turned her head and looked at Hua Zhonglong, the leader of the various gangs on North Jinghu Road on the side, and said with interest: "Shan Hongfei That guy, this time he is determined to follow along. It's really rare."
"Humph," the tall man snorted coldly, looked at that side disdainfully and said: "It's just a cunning fox."
The battle continues. The reinforcements led by Mo seemed to be coming from all directions, and the rumbling of horseshoes gradually sounded in the distance from the street.
A ray of light flashed in Miao Yufeng's eyes, and she immediately pointed to the tall man and said, "Long in the flower, you stay here. I will go up to support the Lord Zhao. As for Simon, leave it to you and your people- -!"
"Why am I staying behind?" Hua Zhonglong was taken aback, frowned and said: "The fighting power of the various gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake is not weaker than any of you."
The female village master smiled slightly and said: "Why, are you going to grab a weak woman from me? Hua Zhonglong, I heard that you used to be a scholar and scholar? Shouldn't scholar scholars be courteous?" Unexpectedly, this name The guy who is fancy and has a black diamond face is still a talent.
The tall man hummed slightly, then turned his head and ignored her. He supported a huge axe with both hands and inserted it into the ground with a crisp sound. Hua Zhonglong raised his head and glanced over the heads of every member of the gang on the north road of Jinghu Lake and other people present, and then he commanded with an urn sound: "Dawn Before, a golden man was not allowed to enter the city. Someone who dared to take a step back, be careful when I squeeze his egg--" After speaking, he raised his right fist.
For a moment, what responded to him was a weapon raised high, silently--
"I really can't tell that this rude guy is from a talented background. I didn't rely on peeking or bribery to get the exam!" A triumphant smile bloomed on Miao Yufeng's face. She pursed her lips, but her face quickly fell in awe . When she turned around, her charming face was already cold.
The female village master looked at her person and stretched out her hand to You Ping and shouted: "My niece's death, can't die in vain. My people, come with me-kill the enemy!" Her voice was cold and cold. The blade.
Hua Zhonglong looked back at the long-haired female village master silently. The scholar’s courtesy did not allow women and children to participate in the battle, but this time he did not choose to refuse, because he knew that Miao Yufeng’s only relative and niece was dead. In the massacre this morning.
For the sake of their own people's survival, each of them chose to be silent. Even though he was burning with vengeance in his heart, he still chose to turn around and not face this dark world. The believer Zhao Zhen forced them to this point, but it does not represent the choice in their hearts, so that they can directly face all this.
Face your own heart, as well as this raging anger and your own dignity and hatred. Hua Zhonglong looked back at the endless night and sighed inexplicably.
Dawn was about to break, but the hundreds of cavalry under the command of Mo couldn't stop the progress of King Zhao Zhen, and the commander Mo dispatched the last support in his hand-the heavy crossbowman. These heavy crossbowmen quickly entered the sequence of blocking the enemy's attack behind the cavalry. These crossbowmen wearing light fish-scale armor are the core part of the elite troops that Mo led privately expanded. In the sound of the command, two men raised their four-armed crossbows, and they twisted the heavy bowstrings. The thick long arrow is in place.
Then, under the command of the officer, the arrow flew like a rain.
A rain of black arrows overwhelmed the sky, and the swordsmen and helpers rushing to the front immediately fell down in a row. The long-haired middle-aged leader swept through the crossbow shot at him with a single sword. He gritted his teeth when he saw the massive casualties of his men.
However, the crossbow arrow flies to the side of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen protects Baiyue with one hand, and with a stroke of his right hand, the lightning from the long sword makes these iron-headed long arrows seem to have experienced a storm, and they fly back to fight. on the wall.
He pressed forward with his sword, and the number one had already charged up with the special forces, and the number one rushed forward immediately.
The second line of defense organized by the defenders in the city immediately became precarious. What they could rely on was the powerful knights. But unfortunately, the opponent they found was not just the strong one among the cavalry.
It is a group of real knights of the King’s Army Special Forces that can be defeated by the strongest golden armoured and heavy cavalry.
Under the training of Xinwang Zhaozhen, a training ground with nine centuries of fighting skills, the commander of the Xinwang Army Special Force No. 1 and her soldiers have become more keen on fighting than ordinary people. They are like a breeze avoiding the spears of the enemy cavalry, and they have swept the enemy off the horse with one shot.
In an instant. Those crossbowmen who wore light armor but did not move with a heavy crossbow on their shoulders discovered that they themselves had to face a terrifying knight with a strong combat power. And between them, there is no obstacle at all.
No. 1 fired a gun with one hand, and a life hole flame was taken away by the king, and his black eyes were icy. The knights of the King’s Army Special Forces rushed into the formation of the defending crossbowmen, and all the crossbowmen quickly defeated with heavy casualties.
Commander Mo stood stiffly on the terrace, watching the dots of torches converge towards that point in the darkness. Ever since he heard that the damned letter king came back again, he felt regret and fear. What regretted was why he didn't follow his confidant's advice and forced him to stay in the afternoon. Instead, he looked ahead and missed the opportunity.
But besides regret, he is more afraid. Although he knew that the generals of the Jin Kingdom's army were in the city, he also knew that those Jin men would never allow him to die here. But even so, he instinctively felt a kind of fear grabbed his heart.
The prestige of that letter king is like a sharp sword hanging high, and you can feel the coolness above your head.
He involuntarily touched the wound on his cheek, although his face was calm, his heart was cold. He always remembered the cold eyes that Xinwang Zhao Zhen looked at him, and the words coldly left behind.
It’s just that I didn’t expect this to come, and it’s just a day.
Commander Mo turned his head. Behind him stood silently a tall and mysterious man, who was dressed in black chain mail, and his whole body was shrouded in a long black cloak. And he was wearing a black metal mask with a deep crying face, leaving only a pair of black eyes below.
He held a huge scimitar in his sharp metal armguard and carried it on his shoulders, always looking calmly into the distance.
If the believer Zhao Zhen was here, he would have noticed the silver wolf head painted on this person.
Among the many generals of the Golden State Army, only one possesses such an emblem.
General Cui Meng of the Golden Army Wolf Cavalry. One of the four brave cavalry generals of the Golden State Army.
However, he was already in a high position before the first invasion of the Song Dynasty, and now he is a subordinate of Wu Shu.
There are many legends about him during the Jin-Song wars in the past, but most people are most concerned about his true identity. According to legend, no living person has ever seen the face of the general hidden under the mask.
Of course, there is something wrong with this sentence, because even in the Golden State's army, the high-level officials have naturally seen his true face, but even in the Golden State's army, no one has said that he has seen him.
Facing Commander Mo's flickering eyes, Cui Meng smiled slightly: "Master Mo, don't worry, our people will be here soon."
His voice is slightly chilling, but it has a magnetic voice.
"But I heard that King Xin came here alone. Although he was brave enough, he lacked wisdom. He was only a great master, and he could easily balance it with the golden marble general alone."
He seemed to be indifferent and lightly said: "When the time comes, you will kill or pluck, let your sire be at your disposal."
When he said this, he thought in his heart: Is the enemy this time really the King of Faith, Zhao Zhen, who has deflated countless generals of the Golden Army? I want to see you last time.
Commander Mo snorted coldly on the side, knowing that the army of the Kingdom of Jin was still unwilling to get involved in the dispute with King Xin. However, he did not dislike the other party's proposal that he didn't know whether it was true or false.
Thinking of the troubles Wang Xin Zhao Zhen had caused him, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth to prepare a feast for the Wang Xin. But he didn't dare to kill him, so he could only take a meal and send it to Emperor Zhao Gou.
However, he wants to let the king of faith know that death is not that simple.
The battle in the city is becoming fierce, and the offensive front arrow formed by the heroes of the arena is rushing along the street.
Taking the lead on the 1st, more than a dozen special forces soldiers guarded Xin Wang Zhao Zhen holding Bai Yue's hand. The letter king Zhao Zhen led the little girl step by step on the battlefield. Occasionally, an enemy crossed the defense line and approached the young special forces knight commander. The opponent was often still surprised why the opponent was so negligent, but he immediately got the answer.
The indifferent King of Letter Zhao Zhen flew their weapons with a wave of his hand, or simply swept away their spears with a single sword, and then pierced his chest with another sword.
The whole process doesn't even take a second.
The heart is still beating, but the wound has split open. The long sword seemed to suddenly appear in front of the chest, and most of the soldiers and bandits fell on their backs with an expression of disbelief.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen drew his sword and pushed the cold body away, then he continued forward. Bai Yue's face was a little pale beside him, but she still held onto his hand tightly.
Baiyue looked at Zhao Zhen and thought, at the time when she was snatched away by the soldiers, bandits and cavalrymen, when fighting with them, the brother of Xinwang Zhao Zhen also looked so cold as to save her from the cavalrymen. Down. Yes, there are sister Ji Qianqian and others, they are all good people, because only bad people can hurt everyone in the village.
The enemies of Xinwang Zhaojin's brother are bad guys.
Simple logic took root in Baiyue's young heart.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen wiped a few blood stains on her forehead, and he looked up and glanced back. Their people are already very close to the Mo House, but the other party must not continue to let them advance so hard.
Jin Guoren should have appeared.
The young prince looked around, and soon he found the enemy he wanted to find among the private soldiers led by Mo. Not the imaginary Golden Army warriors or cavalry, but the Golden Army assassins.
Seven golden assassins were hiding among the soldiers led by Mo and approaching this direction quickly. Their movements were so secret that everyone, including Number One, did not find the murderous intention hidden under the surface. After all, they believed in the King's Special Forces. The enemy soldiers are most familiar with are the golden cavalry and infantry pawns, not the enemies hidden in the dark.
It's a pity that these assassins' actions that they thought were secret, fell in the eyes of the king of letter Zhao Zhen, but they were as eye-catching and dazzling as they were sneaking forward on an empty street. After the various interceptions of himself, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen was really familiar with them.
The eyes of the golden assassins were gleaming fiercely, and they were about to violently hurt people.
The letter king Zhao Zhen immediately handed Baiyue to Shan Hongfei, who was on the sidelines. Taking advantage of this middle-aged swordsman's stunned moment, the whole person was already out of the crowd.
Suddenly rushed towards the opponent. Everyone could barely see an afterimage swept past, and then a series of seven swords, one after another, like falling snow, the action has not been frozen, everyone has already heard seven "pupu" sounds like broken leather.
Then everyone felt that the scene in front of them turned quietly in a moment, and the seven mutilated assassins had been scattered in the air like garbage, and flew back upside down.
With seven sounds of heavy objects falling, the soldiers under Mo's command had fallen to the ground.
As soon as Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's offensive was closed, and the long sword flicked backward, he was already at the forefront of all the attacking gangs. At that moment, everyone was slightly suffocated. Although they already knew that the young prince was an invincible player on the battlefield, they could not help but feel fascinated when they saw him take action without reservation. .