Where there are tens of thousands of people involved in the war, it looks dense and bluffing.
When thousands of infantry blocked in front of the wolf cavalry, Cao Qing ordered to draw his sword and attack, and the battle began.
A thousand wolves rode under Cao Qing's order to divide into three units, like three steel knives interspersed into the enemy camp in front of them several times their own, the sword was eyeless, especially in the war.
Cao Qing took the lead, stabbed to death a person who was blocking the horse with a spear in his hand, and the gun held the corpse of the person and slammed it towards the crowd, and the huge force smashed more than a dozen other people to the ground, and some vomited blood.
The silver gun kills and kills, Cao Qing is like a killing god. is worthy of being a rare enemy of a thousand people in the world, not only that, but he is also a first-class martial arts master, such a general is almost invincible on the battlefield.
Thousands of infantry blocked the retreat of the wolf cavalry, and in time Balu commanded 10,000 cavalry and more than 20,000 infantry joined the battle.
For a while, more than half of the wolf riders picked off the horse, but the wolf rider deserved to be a wolf rider, even if the saber in the hand of the horse got off the horse, it still killed several people.
However, no matter how fierce the wolf ride is, after all, two fists are invincible to four hands, and not everyone is the same as Cao Qing.
Even if there are good warriors among the wolf riders, there is no shortage of such masters in the nine pictures.
Balu is the same as Cao Qing, he is a first-class master, he holds a pair of plate axes in his hand, weighing fifty or sixty catties, an axe can chop down, and can even split a person's body into two, flesh and blood flying, this Balu general is not weak in the north, but he has been pressed by Cao Qing all these years to make people feel not strong.
Balu seemed to be red-eyed, he killed people when he saw them, and killed dozens of them in a short time under his hands, and those wolf riders beside Ling Yan in the center of the battlefield finally couldn't stop the Jiutu army, and no one paid attention to Ling Yan anymore, even Cao Qing couldn't care about it because he was besieged by dozens of Jiutu soldiers.
In the end, no one cared about Ling Yan who was in the prison car, and Ling Yan looked at everyone fighting around him, without any emotion, and now all his attention was in his body.
His own Zhen Shige had already cultivated to the second stage, Ling Yan felt that this was the peak, and if he wanted to go further, he could only be promoted to the realm of the third stage of the Three Swords and no one would return, and if he really reached the third stage, his cultivation should also be able to reach the first-class martial arts level naturally.
It's just that he hasn't been able to comprehend how to reach the realm of the third-order three swords on the road and no one returns, Ling Yan asked himself that he had already cultivated to the peak level of second-rate martial arts, even if these naïve qi had been condensed and blocked, but his perception of the realm became clearer and clearer.
Especially in watching Nabalu kill people with a pair of plate axes, simply and neatly, it is a kind of domineering, and watching Cao Qing kill seems to be a kind of enjoyment, this silver spear Cao Qing, although he is just an ordinary first-class master, the martial arts realm is poor, and the sword tomb sword is like a sea of mud, but when it comes to killing, Cao Qing may not be worse than the sword.
A shot often makes people look indomitable, but there are often many times when the peak turns around, Ling Yan remembered the first time he asked You for advice with You You, the commander of the Hundred Cavalry of the Forbidden Army, on the first way to Beijing.
At that time, he was only at the second-rate level, and he was surprised to stop and then attack You Dark with an unexpected move, but the other party also warned about the danger of such a move, but now I look at the way Cao Qing used.
Ling Yan was thinking, maybe this move was right, but he couldn't use it well.
I also remembered that when I broke through a round of bright moon and entered the world to the second layer of the two leaves silently entered the thousand houses, it was because I was evading the pursuit of Jian Yi, and I felt something in my heart, and the true qi that had dried up for many days was like a source of living water at this time.
Everything in the world cannot be forced, and when it is time to come, it is not in a hurry for a moment and a half, anyway, it will come eventually, and at this moment, the true qi that has gradually become like a dry well has gradually become a dampness from no drop of water.
Immediately, the water began to bubble from the bottom of the well, the water became bigger and bigger, and soon the well was filled, and the position where Ling Yan was in the center of the battlefield exploded with a bang, and the prisoner cart poured by the iron pillar was torn apart, and there were broken pieces of iron that knocked down dozens of people around them, and the soldiers who heard the movement in the distance found Ling Yan in this place.
Ling Yan stood in the prisoner cart with only the base left, his clothes were blowing without wind, Haoran's true qi was circulating in his body, he clenched his fists, and his long-lost strength finally returned.
The tiny crescent moon at the back of his head reappeared, and for the first time, the crescent moon changed.
One life is two, two is three, and three is the supreme secret language of Taoism, and the world often understands it as the evolution of all things from one place, and its meaning is not right, but if it is combined with the crescent moon transformation at the back of Ling Yan's head, it seems to be more consistent.
The crescent moon turned into three crescents, and the three crescents emitted endless light behind Ling Yan's head, like a Dao Immortal, Cao Qing, who was riding a white spirit on the battlefield, had a look of jealousy in his eyes for the first time, and the Balu who had always been not afraid of heaven and earth also had caution in his eyes, and they only then noticed that this young man on the battlefield was obviously not the two major tribes.
"It's finally top-notch."
Ling Yan stood up, bathed in the white moonlight, his state was extremely poor for nearly half a month, not only the Sword Tomb Master, but also Jian San, after returning to the Northland, his injuries were even worse, and his abdomen and shoulders were all newly seriously injured, but now in the moonlight, the Zhenshi Song mantra kept working, and the true qi in his body was like the hand of an immortal caressing, and the injuries in his body gradually improved.
Although it is not like the elixir, it can be revived immediately, but at least it is enough to deal with the current situation.
The warriors of the Jiutu Jiqi tribe were not ordinary people from the rivers and lakes, otherwise seeing this scene would probably surprise Ling Yan as a celestial, and it would be normal not to kneel down and pray for blessings.
But now it's the soldiers here, so soon all the swords are coming in the direction of Ling Yan, no matter what kind of fairy and monster he is, kill him.
Ling Yan faced the siege of everyone, did not retreat but advanced, one deceived the infantry of the 19th Map, and the person fell to the ground with a slap on the neck, Ling Yan grabbed the sword and then faced a wolf horse.
The soles of his feet kicked up, jumped three feet high, and then stepped down, like a mountain pressing on the top, and the horse smashed the ground with the people, smashed out a big pit, and splashed winter dust.
This set of actions is smooth and extremely ornamental, but Ling Yan doesn't dare to be careless, he already has a sword and a sword in his hand, and his true anger is so thin that it is common for the soldiers on both sides to dare not go up again, and Ling Yan saw this scene and laughed, as if he was disdainful of them.
He snorted softly at Cao Qing, who was a hundred steps away: "Cao Qing, repay your debt with a sword and a sword."
Although the words are light, the momentum of the sword is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and each of these swords and swords have been poured into the artistic conception of three swords on the road and no one returns.
The murderous sword is destined not to stop until the goal is reached, and Cao Qing looked nervous when he saw the sword that was becoming more and more urgent, and his momentum skyrocketed, and with a loud roar, he shook back several meters from both the enemy and the enemy beside him, and it was so powerful that it was no wonder that he had the ambition to become a general who ruled the world, and he had the strength to think about it.