The silver saddle shines like a hidden hong, rustling like a shooting star.
Xiao Mubai made a long whistle, soared into the air, and spun around in the air. Cheng Ying waved out a brilliant curtain of light, like stars falling from the sky.
Zang Hong came in response and steadily caught Xiao Mubai falling from the air.
He clamped the horse's belly and headed towards the center of Hu Jun.
The sword light in Xiao Mubai's hand continued to shoot out, and Cheng Ying's momentum was like a rainbow and a silver dragon. Where Zang Hong passed by, all those who blocked him fell to the ground.
Capture the thief first and capture the king first. Xia Chu knew that he had listened to her words and went directly to find Duangan Guanshi, then got up and headed towards Hu Zhijing.
Duan Qian's 100,000 Hu troops who were stationed at Guanshi were divided into three sides to attack from a pincer attack.
The side of the Western Region has collapsed, and the moon wind pulls the red powder scattered on the ground into a straight line like a thunder pool.
Hu Jun did not dare to take a step forward at all.
Their target was simply King Hu. As long as Yue Feng could not stop him from killing him, they would stop moving forward.
That side of the triangle is strangely stuck there.
At first glance, it seems a bit amusing.
In the middle, Han Sa and Xu Jing, with the people from Qiao Mansion, were fighting to their heart's content.
Although the opponent was fighting endlessly, but in terms of combat power alone, Qiao Mansion's men and horses were all elite, and they could defeat ten of them one by one.
On the other hand, the Hu army on the opposite side were all ordinary soldiers.
Therefore, as the fighting continued, more and more Hu troops fell on the opposite side.
At this moment, the hardest part of the battle is probably Hu Zongming's side.
After the poison in his body was removed by Xia Chu, his body recovered immediately.
After Duan Qian's attack on Guanshi, he took the initiative to lead the accompanying soldiers and horses to resist.
And Hu Zhijing also came out to fight alongside him.
It's just that Hu Zhijing and Hu Zongming still considered that the opposite party was also of the same race, so they couldn't bear the pain and killed them.
Wherever he landed, he tried his best to avoid the fatal position of Hu Jun on the opposite side.
Therefore, the two of them were somewhat timid and could not let go.
However, Duan Qian Guanshi's order to his soldiers was to kill without mercy.
They have now become a rebel army. If they cannot kill King Hu and others at this moment.
On the contrary, they will die without a burial place.
Therefore, the Hu army under Duan Qian Guanshi did not take into account that everyone was also a Hu man. Instead, he was extremely ruthless and left no room for mercy.
The triangle situation in this camp meant that Hu Zongming, who led the largest number of people, was at a disadvantage.
It was quite difficult to meet the challenge, and there were even signs of defeat.
"Second Prince, please hold on, Liang Jun will be here soon." Xia Chu stood behind Hu Zongming and shouted in his direction.
She didn't scream deliberately, but her ringing words easily penetrated the deafening sound of fighting, allowing Hu Jun in front of him to hear clearly.
The morale of Hu Zongming and the Hu army led by him was greatly boosted. They took advantage of the brief panic on the other side to overwhelm them in one fell swoop, with a strong tendency to counterattack.
Hu Zhijing heard Xia Chu's voice and turned around to smile gratefully.
When a Hu soldier on the opposite side saw Hu Zhijing suddenly exposing an empty door, he slashed at him with his sword.
When Xia Chu saw this, he immediately took a few steps forward. The knife was about to land on Hu Zhijing's neck, and Xia Chu stretched out his hand to pull her out.
Hu Zongming's heart was in his throat just now, and he gave Xia Chu a grateful smile.
Xia Chu simply pulled Hu Zhijing to the back, picked a piece of clean turf and sat on the ground.
"What are you doing? I have to help my brother." Hu Zhijing looked displeased and her breath was a little unsteady.
She didn't know yet that she was just one step away from death.
"This battle will be over soon. Come here and have a rest first." Xia Chu patted the open space beside him and motioned for her to come and sit down.
Although Hu Zhijing grew up on a horse, he was good at riding and shooting.
But after all, she is a pampered princess. She has never been so focused and exhausted fighting for such a long time.
Xia Chu could see that she was already a little overwhelmed, but she was still holding on, so he motioned for her to sit down and rest.
"It's over? Is King Liang's army coming?" Hu Zhijing was doubtful.
The eastern suburbs are still some distance away from the capital. Even if there is wind, it will not come so quickly.
Although she thought so in her heart, she still followed Xia Chu's wishes and walked to sit next to her.
"If the opponent loses their coach, your brother should be able to persuade these Hu troops to surrender, right?" Xia Chu asked Hu Zongming, who was showing mercy to his fellow tribesmen.
"Did you send someone to assassinate Duan Qian Guanshi?" Hu Zhijing had just sat down, but now he stood up excitedly.
She looked at Xia Chu, who was calm and composed at this time, and was waiting for her reply when the soldiers on the opposite side suddenly became confused from the center.
"Protect General Duan Qian." With a cry, the two Hu troops who were fighting slowly stopped.
The men and horses led by Duan Qian Guanshi gradually retreated and continued to surround the center.
Hu Zongming and the Hu army led by him were confused. They were looking at the opposite side and retreated inexplicably.
He looked back at Xia Chu, who was not far away. At this time, she and Hu Zhijing were looking at the center of the enemy army.
He turned his head as the soldiers around him exclaimed.
A man in black clothes suddenly appeared from the center of the enemy army. The color of his clothes blended with the night.
Because of the bright red piping on the sleeves and hem, a figure can be vaguely defined.
The red piping flew in mid-air, and Chengying's sword turned into a silver light from top to bottom, carrying an invincible magnificence.
Just when the tip of the sword was about to penetrate Duan Qian Guanshi, he saw clearly the cold and arrogant man's face in the dark night, riding the night wind.
Duan Qian Guanshi was shocked.
He will never forget this face. It was because of this face that he lost the battle with Han Yangcheng.
Because of this face, he was seriously injured and ran away.
Because of this face, he was demoted to this barren land on the border.
He hated this face with all his heart, but he also shuddered at this person.
Why is he here at this moment
Duan Qian looked at the stone with an incredible expression on his face, and shouted in horror at Xiao Mubai who was holding the Shadow Bearing Sword: "You are Mo..."
However, he didn't finish his words.
Chengying has passed through my heart.
The corners of Duan Qian Guanshi's mouth overflowed with blood, which kept sizzling.
Where his arm was still hanging, his index finger was pointed in the direction of Xiao Mubai, who was coming towards him.
The man holding the sword hit the target with one strike, and his pair of black pupils as clear and dazzling as obsidian shone with an awe-inspiring aura of heroism.
The solitude exudes a strength that is arrogant to the world. His finely carved and stern face is cold, arrogant and aloof, yet powerful.
Under his seemingly calm eyes, there were hidden sharp eyes. At this time, he had already guessed what Duan Qian Guanshi wanted to say, and nodded slightly to him.
"I'm Mobai."
(End of chapter)