In the raging wind, more than a dozen purple-gang iron riders stabbed forward fiercely with long spears.
The shining spear points were fierce and sharp, and the surrounding snow foam instantly defeated them.
The person the spear pointed at was Zhao Yufan, and the servant was an innocent person.
But in the eyes of the Zimang Iron Cavalry, a servant is a servant, and death or immortality has nothing to do with them, so they have never cared about the safety of their servants.
A total of twenty spears were thrust out from above, below, left, right, and from all directions.
Just when the tip of the spear was about to hit Zhao Yufan, his hand suddenly pressed on the servant's shoulder, and then he flew up with the help of his strength.
The spear pierced Zhao Yufan, but not the servant.
A total of twenty spears were thrust out, and the result for the servant could be imagined.
Puff puff puff This is the sound of a spear being drawn out, not the sound of piercing.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing in the snow, and the white snow suddenly turned into patches of bright red.
Zhao Yufan, who was soaring, would eventually land on the ground, and with the strong wind, he landed even faster.
The purple-manged cavalry did not move.
As long as Zhao Yufan appeared within their attack range, their second round of attacks would follow.
Zhao Yufan did not fall to the ground immediately.
The first thing that fell to the ground was the Dragon Sword.
As soon as the Dragon-Slaying Sword touched the ground, four spears clamped the Dragon-Slaying Sword from left to right and front to back, preventing it from moving at all.
However, Zhao Yufan would not let their conspiracy succeed.
The Dragon Sword was a sixth-grade weapon and could not be controlled by four spears.
Zhao Yufan turned his wrist, and the dragon-slaying sword turned accordingly.
The blade turned, and the four spears were broken into two pieces.
At this time, the strength of both sides is clearly judged.
Zhao Yufan's tyranny is several times stronger than that of Zimang Cavalry.
In terms of pure strength, Zhao Yufan's strength is more powerful than the four purple light cavalry.
When the spear was broken into two pieces, Zhao Yufan raised his sword, and white snow flew up and hit the front.
At the same time, his body was tumbling in the air, performing Qingyun Tail Swing.
With one sword blow, two purple-manged cavalry were killed.
Zhao Yufan's men were standing next to the two dead purple-manged cavalry, and he could vaguely see the remaining enemies gathering together.
"The purple-manged cavalry is really powerful," Zhao Yufan praised, his eyes fell on the twitching servant, and he shook his head slightly.
The servant died with hatred.
When he was dying, he no longer hated Zhao Yufan, but the purple-manged cavalry.
His body was covered with a layer of white snow in the wind and snow, like a white gauze.
During the storm, the blood did not flow into the body and the wound was frozen.
Suddenly, the Zimang cavalry raised his spear and threw it hard at Zhao Yufan.
Eighteen spears came at an angle with a whistling sound.
Zhao Yufan used Ghost Step, easily dodged the spear, and was about to attack.
Before he could step forward, the four purple-gang cavalry drew out their swords from behind and took a step forward in unison.
The swords were placed across their chests in front of Zhao Yufan in a strange, seemingly non-attacking manner.
"You can't" Zhao Yufan spoke calmly, and at the same time took a step forward and thrust out a sword.
His sword has always been simple, as if it were white snow, and no one could avoid it.
The swords were drawn out, and the two purple-gang cavalry fell to the snow.
With the second sword, two people fell again.
With the third sword, two more fell.
The once powerful Purple Light Cavalry was unable to fight back under Zhao Yufan's sword.
It’s not that Zimang Cavalry is not strong, it’s that Zhao Yufan is too strong The Zimang Iron Cavalry, known as the first army of the Zimang Empire, was finally defeated, but defeat does not mean that the mission failed.
Many people died during the mission of their Zimang Iron Cavalry.
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The cavalry people didn’t know Zhao Yufan was so strong Nine swords were struck, and eighteen people were killed.
The snow was white, the wind was biting, the bones on the ground were desolate, cold swords and spears were poking into the snow, and the whole world suddenly became silent.
Zhao Yufan held his sword and continued to move forward.
His footprints were left in the snow, soon covered by the storm.
He didn't know how long he walked before he finally found a hiding place.
It was a dark cave, but for him, the cave was a warm nest.
Lying casually in the cave, he fell asleep in a daze.
When he woke up, the blizzard outside stopped, and a golden wheel shone in the blue sky.
Under the warm and comfortable sunshine, he stretched out his arms lazily and looked around vigilantly.
There was no movement, no living thing around.
Zhao Yufan looked calm and continued on his journey.
Dozens of miles behind him, Ye Qing had a cold face, staring straight at the spear half submerged in the snow in front of him, teeth clenched tightly together.
Dozens of purple-manged cavalry dug out the corpses of dead soldiers who were frozen in the deep snow, and they also dug out the corpses of servants.
Looking carefully at the corpses of the dead soldiers, Ye Qing's face became even more ugly, "Sealing the throat with a sword.
Could it be Zhao Yufan or someone else with such a sharp sword?"
The person next to him frowned and said, "Brother, it should be Zhao Yufan.
According to the intelligence, Zhao Yufan is very powerful in Qinglan Sect."
"Hmph."
Ye Qing squatted on the ground, touched the wound on the soldier's neck, opened his mouth and licked the hand that had just touched the corpse, and said ferociously: "I really underestimated his strength, but there are only a hundred of us, enough to kill any high-ranking person."
Warrior, I really look forward to meeting him."
Zhao Yufan didn't see the Zimang cavalry along the way and was quite confused.
He didn't know that the purple-manged cavalry was behind him at this time.
Even if he gets rid of the purple-manged cavalry, he is still very dangerous.
Because on the way to Qinglan Sect, soldiers from the Zimang Empire had already started to check along the road, so it was not easy for Zhao Yufan to return to Qinglan Sect along the original route.
Almost every few dozen miles, he would encounter soldiers interrogating him on the road he must pass.
Zhao Yufan did not get through because the front inspection was strict and walking was prohibited at night, which was very time-consuming, so he had to find a shortcut.
There is indeed a shortcut.
There is a road in the mountains dozens of miles away from him.
After passing this road, he can avoid the soldiers' interrogation and reach Qinglan Sect in a few hours.
There is Lianyun Mountain in the mountains.
Lianyun Mountain is connected by twelve peaks.
There are twelve people in Lianyun Mountain, named Lianyun Twelve Kings.
Each of them is a high-level warrior.
Zhao Yufan stepped into the deep mountains and soon reached the first peak of Lianyun Mountain.
As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, he stopped and looked straight at the person in front of him who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
This man was less than one meter tall, wearing a khaki gown, with protruding tiger teeth at the corners of his mouth, like two wolf teeth.
He was holding a golden shovel.
There was also an identical golden shovel at his feet.
"You are?"
Zhao Yufan asked.
The man holding the golden shovel glanced at Zhao Yufan and said impatiently: "You are Zhao Yufan.
If you want to pass by from now on, you must defeat me."
"Okay."
Zhao Yufan's hand flashed with light, and he held the dragon-slaying sword in his hand.
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