The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 211 Riding Battle (Monthly Ticket [-] plus more)
Less than five miles away from the Qingshan bandits, Xiang Yang and his party walked and watched, carefully watching whether there were any secret sentries of the Qingshan bandits around, lest the other party see their group fleeing early.

But not long after, there was a sound of horseshoes sounding like landslides and tsunami from a distance, which changed the faces of Luo Qi and the others. Is this another group of people with a large number of people rushing towards them?

"What's going on? Be careful, everyone. It might be the Qingshan bandits who are coming. I didn't expect them to be so bold and so rampant."

Luo Qi immediately raised his hand to warn, and the others were also on alert, but the twenty knights of the East Fire Gang and the Tiger Gang led the bandits with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks and retreated quietly, with expressions of disdain and ridicule on their faces.

Without turning his head, Xiang Yang noticed the strangeness behind him. He felt a little regretful, but also a little expectant. The goose feather knife on one side was out of its sheath, and he kicked the horse's belly lightly with both feet, and the black horse under him rattled forward. take a step.

The regret lies in the fact that he clearly sensed something was wrong, and even doubted Yan Wujiang and Lu Hu, but he still did not insist on his opinion. The expectation lies in what kind of warriors he will meet later, and how fierce the fight will be. ?
With complicated emotions, a large group of knights riding tall horses, shouting strangely, and swinging weapons above their heads gradually appeared, and when they saw Xiang Yang's team, they rushed directly.

Although there are only more than a hundred knights, their powerful strength, skilled riding skills, and all-in-one ferocious aura make them look like thousands of troops and horses are about to crush them.

"Everyone, don't panic. Use me as an arrow, and everyone will drive over. Although there are many of them, they are all ordinary people. We can fight ten or more with one enemy. Don't let your mind and confidence be overwhelmed by this momentum."

Holding a short spear, Wang Tong steered his horse to the front of the crowd, with a stern look on his face and fiery eyes looking at each other. Although the military killing technique can also be used in rivers and lakes, it was not the original intention.

Only in the battle between soldiers and horses can the power of this kind of killing technique be demonstrated, not to mention that he is not alone, but has many powerful companions.

Xiang Yang's eyes were different, but he was not flustered. An ancient fierce general, whether he took the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops and retreated completely, or entered seven times and exited unscathed among thousands of troops, these are all feats done by a single person .

Now that he has a small success in martial arts, and has rebuilt his foundation, he may not be unable to do this step. The only pity is that the Yanling Saber is not a weapon for immediate battle.

Following Wang Tong's words, everyone quickly lined up, with Wang Tong leading the way, Xiang Yang Luoqi lined up on the left and right, and behind them were Hao Cheng and Xie Twelve on both sides.

Among them, Luo Qi, Hao Chengxie, Twelve and Thirteen also had more swords and weapons in their hands. Maybe they were not the best at these martial arts, but they had a rough understanding of some tricks, which was better than fighting against a large group of knights with bare hands.

In a wilderness, the weeds were lying low, the bright sun hung high in the sky, sprinkled golden brilliance, and the cold wind flowing in the air gradually disappeared without a trace, only the sound of horseshoes that became more and more dense and compact could be heard.

"kill."

With a sound of kill, two people called out, one was Feng Han who was leading the Qingshan bandits to attack with a scimitar in his hand. The scimitar in his hand shone brightly in the golden light, like casted in gold, with a murderous aura and the charm of a bandit.

Another kill, but it was Wang Tong who shouted that the master he worshiped was a retired military master, and he was taught the spearmanship of the army, and even himself, he had practiced in the army for a short period of time.

Compared with Feng Han's passionate killing words, Wang Tong's speech is calm and emotionless, only a pair of eyes showing a look of indifference to life and death, which is more terrifying than boiling killing intent.

Soon, the two teams of men and horses crossed past, there was a sound of clanging swords and slashing, and the howl of pain from tearing flesh and blood sounded.

After rushing past the opponent's cavalry formation, the tip of Wang Tong's gun was already stained red, and a lot of blood was sprayed on his body, as did Xiang Yang Luotong and others.

Xiang Yang just counted silently in his heart. He swiped his sword 23 times, all of them were sharp, beheading 23 people, one not too many, one not too many.

However, the riding battle just now put him under great pressure. The sense of urgency of rushing through and stabbing with swords around his body is really not much worse than facing a powerful master.

And Luo Qi and the others were not weapon fighters, their moves were unfamiliar, and they were not masters like Xiang Yang. They were more or less scratched or stabbed on their bodies, but fortunately, everyone's injuries were not serious, and it did not affect the future. war.

On the other side, Feng Han stared coldly at the scattered corpses and horses between the two teams, feeling extremely angry and heartbroken.

These knights were all brought out by his own training. Leaving aside martial arts, they are all good at riding. Now, they lost about one-third of their troops in just one attack. How could it make him not feel sad?
And most of these people were beheaded by Xiang Yang. Only then did he let go of the contempt in his heart, and looked at the young man solemnly, especially the long knife in his hand.

But at this moment, when Xiang Yang and the others came, there was a dense sound of horseshoes on the road, and after a while, several martial artists with different shapes and costumes came forward and rode side by side with Feng Han.

Putting Yan Wujiang Land Rover aside for the time being, Bao Chun, who is holding a dagger and licking the blade of the dagger with his tongue in an extremely perverted way, is staring at Xiang Yang "charmingly",

Wearing loose clothes and wearing knuckles, the chunky monk Fujing grinned and smiled; there were also two brothers Shen Peng and Shen Li who had a knife and a sword in their hands, looked similar, and looked very arrogant and arrogant.

As soon as these people appeared on the stage, their aura became one, much higher than before, Luo Qi, Wang Tong and others turned pale, and it was over.

This is over, it is the result of estimating the strength of the two parties and comparing them, unless there is an accident.

"Brother Luo, which one is Chengyun? Show me."

When Xiang Yang saw these masters, his heart skipped a beat, but he didn't feel despair or fear. On the contrary, he was very excited, and thought of the main task related to the Blood Knife Sutra, so he asked Luo Qi to recognize someone.

"The one next to the leader of the Qingshan bandits, holding a long sword, the one with two dimples, Xiao Xiang, this time I made a mistake in my decision, I was careless, you can find a chance to run first.

Don't forget to go back to Wenyang Town to see Xiaofeng and Xiangxiang, I don't worry about them. "

Luo Qi's expression was quite tragic. Although he also expected an ambush, he never expected that the other party could find so many experts to help him in one day. This was beyond his expectation.

Those few strangers gave him the feeling that he was no worse than himself, even a lot better than him, plus Feng Han, Cheng Yun, Yan Wujiang, and Lu Rover, there was no hope of winning at all.

The number of people is not as good as the opponent, and the martial arts is not as good as the opponent, how do you tell them to escape?
The only one who could escape now is Xiang Yang, his martial arts is high enough, this is also the hope that Luo Qi has in his heart, and even has the idea of ​​sacrificing himself and others to buy time for him.

Of course, the reason why he was willing to make such a decision in his heart was because his death was imminent, and Luo Qi did not forget Nie Xiaofeng's safety.

Xiang Yang didn't know the change in Luo Qi's heart, otherwise he would have to praise the seed of infatuation.

(End of this chapter)