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On both sides of the slope at the entrance of the valley, more than 200 ambush soldiers suddenly stood up, each with a bow in his hand, and the bow and arrow were set. Under the hands of an old general on the left and a young man with a black face on the right, the arrows were warm. Flying like raindrops from the sky.

The Turkic cavalry, stretched like a long dragon, was rushing to the real wooden pile of dozens of human corpses and horse remains, who did not expect disaster to fall from the sky.

For a moment, countless people were hit by arrows and screamed, turning over and falling off their horses.

The Turkic cavalry in front rarely survived, and even if they did not die, they were shot and fell to the ground.Those unowned and greenhouse-ventilated horses jumped and ran around, were overly frightened and rushed into the forest, rushed forward with anger, were hit by arrows, screamed and fled backwards, although a few uninjured Turkic cavalry were waiting in confusion I can't control it.

The cavalry in the back was suddenly turmoiled and forced to stop temporarily, and under the scolding of several Turkic masters, they were able to maintain their formation without loss or chaos.The Turkic cavalry immediately took down their bows, intending to shoot at them in retaliation, and rode forward desperately all the way, but the figures on the hillside disappeared early, so the ambush soldiers were gone.

The Turkic cavalry shot a few bursts of arrows on the mountain cities on both sides without any echo.

Tiexiong sees it most clearly. In front of him, there are hundreds of horses, led and driven by dozens of people, and quickly turned back. Most of the horses must be empty. Long lines of cavalry lined up on both sides of the hill to ambush them.Because of the occasional accident, the front of the entire Turkic army has been successfully ambushed by the enemy. My side has lost at least two hundred people, but the opponent has not lost a single bit.

It was the first time for Teisho to have such a useless fight as a humiliating one.

He roared violently, and the scimitar pierced through the sky like a moon.

The long sword came continuously like a torrential river.When it is in a hurry, it is like a waterfall, when it is slow, it is like a lake, when it is high, it is like a gorge.Usually it seems to be angry, when it is like a tide, when it is happy, it is like a stream.In one sword, there are as many as six kinds of changes. The changes are unpredictable, and the meaning is heavy, like reincarnation, endlessly rotating each other.

Tie Xiong felt that where the swords and swords intersected, the opponent had a different but the same uprightness that was taking turns to transfer his strength to disappear without a trace.Then the young man's sword light flicked lightly.Break through the saber gesture, then make a lotus seal with your hand and knot a little on the long sword, and finally turn the sword into a giant circle and swipe across.

Wait for the young man to draw his sword and stand holding the seal of wisdom.Tie Xiong only felt a slight pain in the top of the head, between the eyebrows, throat, heart, navel, lower abdomen and the bottom of the vitals, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out wildly.Although he struggled with all his strength, he couldn't help losing the energy in his whole body.His knees softened and he knelt down in front of the young man.

The last sentence he heard was that very heroic young man said: "The first attack of "Dafa of Changing the Day" will be given to you. I hope you are satisfied with this little gift.Tie Xiong fell down slowly, his sky was completely dark, his soul was about to slip out of the gaps in his teeth, the last thought that flashed in his mind was that the Han people are really cunning

"Get out!" Ba Fenghan swung his sword and struck repeatedly.Thousands of strikes with the golden gun burst out sparks like fire and silver flowers.

But Mei Xun, who was in front of him, had a face as dark as water and kept silent, the golden spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, entangled Ba Fenghan and wouldn't let go.Never let him leave here easily.Not far away, Fu Zhen rushed over with a big axe.

And a little farther away is Mei Tian supporting the ground with a eyebrow-level stick.Come on.

Although this golden gun was not the golden gun that fought against Song Shidao that day, it was not carved with dragons and phoenixes.However, the power would not be diminished in the slightest. If the leader of the Nanhai faction hadn't been severely injured before, Ba Fenghan would not have fought so easily.Mei Tiandan, the eyebrow-level stick, is still above the head of the sect, Mei Xun.He leaped into the air and swung his stick up into the sky like a pillar of optimism.

Ba Fenghan's feet turned into a circle and he narrowly escaped the fatal blow, "Magic Moon Chain". Although he couldn't get rid of Mei Tian's pursuit, he was still under the attack of Mei Tian and Mei Xun. There is always danger in passing.A group of soldiers with guns gathered around to see Ba ​​Fenghan turned to this side, and they all blocked it with their guns.

Ba Fenghan slipped into the spear formation.

For a moment, limbs and bodies flew in four directions, arms and heads billowed from the neck, blood sprayed into the sky, and screams continued.

When this killing god rushed out from the other side, there were two gun holes in his north back, and there were a few more long needles on his shoulders. The blood gushing out from his body stained his entire back, but his face was cool, and he didn't see any movement.The sword in his hand is as clear as new and unstained by blood, even though his head, face and clothes are full of other people's blood.

Someone in the sky, Fu Zhen, slashed down with the huge ax in his hand to open up the world.

"Boy, who else is going to save you today?" Chao Gongcuo, the immortal of the South China Sea, drowned heavily in the turbid waves with a blue wave knife in his hand.

Xu Ziling fought against him many times, and he was trapped in the green net and couldn't escape. He was surrounded by more than 200 soldiers with guns.

"What are you waiting for? Ba Fenghan?" Nanhai Xianweng Chaogong made a mistake in the air and turned over to eliminate Xu Ziling's strength, and then attacked violently. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, he will go on the road early." Bibo's true energy is like a The huge vortex wiped out Xu Ziling's body, and Jing Zhongyue's overbearing knife force gently spun Xu Ziling back to the ground.

"Mei Tian and Mei Xun?" Xu Ziling had an unnatural expression on his face when he heard it, and he took out the star change dagger again.

"The war over there will end soon." Nanhai Immortal Chao Gongcuo shouted and ordered: "Even if you die, surround me. This little bastard must die here today! Watch the sword!"

"So you want to procrastinate?" Xu Ziling's complexion changed slightly and he hummed, "It's so mean!"

"Nonsense." Nanhai Xianweng Chao Gongcuo didn't care about anything at this time in order to kill Xu Ziling.The sound of killing at the other end of the valley shook the sky, and there was even more screaming at the bottom of the valley, it seemed that the fight was lively, but Mr. Chao ignored it.His task was to stall for time, and all his thoughts were on how to kill this young and threatening opponent instead of taking care of the following battle.

Bibo Knife and Jing Zhongyue are both treasured knives. When two knives intersect, there is no distinction between good and bad.

Chao Gong, the fairy of the South China Sea, slapped his bow left and right, and his hands took turns holding a knife like a windmill, interlacing with Xu Ziling's moon phase in the well.For Xu Ziling's weird reversal.Chao Gongcuo has suffered a lot, he doesn't want Bing to suffer from his own Bibo Dao Jin.If he hadn't been wholeheartedly guarding against Xu Ziling's more weird cold and hot zhenqi, I believe Xu Ziling could be firmly suppressed. After all, his Bibo knife is also a treasure that can destroy his Bibo zhenqi.

Chao Gongcuo laughed out loud. He watched Xu Ziling rushing left and right, who was in a state of anxiety, but he couldn't break through this 'blocking the river's net of households', Okuma's pleasure.It can be said that the previous pain was wiped away.

What could be better than seeing your enemies cornered?

Song Shidao is not polite to foreigners. His hands are definitely not the hands of a sour and corrupt scholar, but the hands of an avenger who executes the sentence.

A hundred years ago, the five random Chinese massacres made the Central Plains blood flow into rivers. The emperor of the Central Plains was the son of a barbarian and wolf lord.Assimilate foreign slavery.The Song family, who insisted on the orthodoxy of the Han people, learned the most is how not to forget their ancestors and how to drive out foreign enemies.

Song Shidao is also a young man with a passion no less than that of any young man.

It's just that he is peaceful by nature and knows the book and Mingli, and he is unwilling to fight with his fellow clansmen.But he is definitely not a coward, he is the son of Tiandao.

He cut off the spear of the fierce lion Tiexiong with one sword, and shouted in a low voice to a soldier galloping behind him: "Fire the arrow." Countless dozens of riders took down their bows and arrows and listened to the order.That is to say, the arrow flies out.The Turks rode their horses and trampled on the corpses of their companions.In those rolling wood zero crossing detector wood sprinting down but faster than them are the arrows.

Dozens of arrows flew over.Shoot them down one by one.

The fastest one was only twenty feet away from Song Shidao.The scimitar in his hand gleamed in the sun.But he didn't have the chance to swing that sharp saber again, because a strong arrow shot his whole body and nailed him to the bottom of a tree nearly ten feet away.

"Get on the horse." Song Shidao waved his hand to get the soldiers withdrawing from Banpo to get on the horse quickly and shouted: "Shoot in bursts."

And there are hundreds of people on each side of the slope waiting quietly. Their target is more and more Turkic people pouring in like fuel oil.Several soldiers were hit by the arrows thrown by the Turkic people on their bodies or legs, and their faces twitched and sweated profusely, but they forced themselves not to groan.There are tough guys among the Turkic people, isn't there not among the Han people?

Xuanyong asked these soldiers to cut off the arrow clusters and forcefully pull out the arrows with shallow wounds to bandage them hastily.

On the other side, Yang Gongqing's department was better and suffered very little damage.

In the small valley, the long dragon continued unabated, although the Wagang Army was about to lag far behind, but the Turkic people swarmed towards them as if they had made a decision. They threw arrows to both sides, and rushed to the side of the mountain of corpses that had already been piled up high. Song Shidao threw the arrow blindly.A few brave men in front rode their horses into the air to shoot at the mouth of the valley, riding on the mountain of corpses on the road with blood in their faces.

These people are excellent in horsemanship and archery, but they lost the advantage of the terrain and let Song Shidao fall through the heart with one arrow.

There are not enough soldiers around Song Shidao to shoot in bursts, but the concentration and continuation of bows and arrows are far better than the Turkic people who gather together and throw arrows together. Although some people will be hit by arrows from time to time, too many of them are shot. .Song Shidao exhausted his white feather arrows and used his sword in his hand to pick up the arrows falling from the sky for the soldiers in front of him while waiting for the opportunity to fight.

"Release the arrow." Following the gestures of both sides returning obliquely, Song Shidao once again shouted vigorously to let the people on both sides shoot together.

Xuan Yong and Yang Gongqing on the slopes on both sides each led a hundred of the most elite soldiers to jump up and shoot down the mountain.Although the manpower was insufficient, the Turkic people gathered more and more densely at this time. Under such salvos, it was like hell on earth.In particular, the dozens of Turkic soldiers who rushed to the top of the pile of corpses at the same time let the rain of arrows poured down from their pockets fall on the top of the pile of corpses before they had time to fly and shoot the arrows in their hands. Added layer height.

There are still thousands of Turkic people, but they can't spread out. The team is as long as a snake, and they can't gather the strength of all the people to attack. Everyone is blocked in the valley, unable to advance or retreat.Looking at another burst of arrows raining down on the front, another large group of people fell to the ground, another group of horses jumped wildly in shock, the eyes of the Turkic soldiers were as red as wounded wolves, and they were about to bleed.

Taniguchi, who was originally used to design the other party, made the other party count against himself.When Wang Bodang, who had been holding the battle, rushed to see it, he couldn't help but gasped.

This small valley is narrow in the front and narrow in the back. If the enemy falls for it, it will be difficult to escape from the narrow valley on this side.The fine cavalry on my side rushed to chase, and with a large number of horses, they were sure to follow and catch up. Taking advantage of the chaos of the opponent, they killed and wiped out one by one.The outflanking of Duganmube and Yanlihuibu can catch all the fish that slipped through the net.It was a perfect plan, but now it is inexplicably beaten up like this. Where is that pig-headed Tiexiong?

"Green hat turtle." Xu Ziling suddenly laughed out loud and said, "I won't play with you anymore."

Xu Ziling's secretive smile made Chao Gong wrong and couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment.

What does this cunning little bastard want to do? (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please go to Chapter 6 for more support for the author and support for genuine reading!)