Fantastical, started with Beiliang, signed with Zhao Gao

"By the way, how did you two escape from Prince Jing?" Xia Xian asked looking at the two people in the carriage.

"Hum..." Ji Rou snorted coldly, but didn't speak.

After a long time of understanding, she found that the King of Beiliang in front of her was not as arrogant and domineering as the rumors said, greedy for beauty.

But he is not considered a young talent, he is young and promising, the most important thing is that he is the Ninth Prince of Daxia, the former prince, and the current king of Beiliang, Xia Xian, is actually a talkative.

He hasn't stopped since he got in the carriage. At first, she thought it was because of her beauty, but she found out that he was wrong. He was not the one who wanted her, but her life.

"By the way, whoever took your name Ye Fan, this name is destined to become a great talent."

"Why don't you talk, are you motion sick?"

"Are you going to live in the city tonight, or live outside the city with us?"

"you".

"Shut up" Ji Rou yelled softly, startling Xia Xian.

Seeing Xia Xian and the two looking at her, Ji Rou blushed and said awkwardly:

"I, I, I, I'm hungry."

But Xia Xian and the two looked at her with contempt, really cowardly.

"My lord, it seems that someone is getting impatient." Zhao Gao said, looking at the cavalry behind him who was billowing in dust.

Xia Xian raised the canvas of the carriage and looked, there were at least several hundred of them.

"This is King Jing's Qingshan Iron Cavalry. Although it is not an elite force, it has been on the battlefield and killed the enemy." Ji Rou said with a worried face.

"Luo Yi, is there any problem?" Xia Xian asked loudly.

"No problem." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Luo Yi's mouth.

"Get ready" Luo Yi shouted loudly.

All Yanyun eighteen riders immediately put on their masks and pulled out their scimitars. Even though their eyes became calm, they couldn't hide the ferocity deep in their eyes.

"back"

All the Eighteen Yanyun Riders were in uniform, pulled the horses under them, and turned around at the same time, their movements were clean and neat, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Let's run away quickly, your private soldiers are not their opponents" Ji Rou said with a pale face.

But Xia Xian didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes were still looking at the Qingshan cavalry, as if watching a sideshow by the side of the road.

But Ye Fan's body was tense, because he felt a strong fighting spirit.

He didn't even dare to look at the Yanyun cavalry with black armor and masks, for fear that he would be accidentally affected by the fighting spirit and rush to the battlefield.

Looking at the rolling torrent of steel, Luo Yi silently counted the distance.

300 m.

250 m.

200 m.

150 m.

100 m.

"shoot".

All Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry drew arrows from their backs at the same time and shot forward.

"How is it possible?" Ji Rou looked at the shot arrow blankly, because she only saw one arrow from the side.

Even Xia Xian and Ye Fan were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"It is worthy of being named after the title of Yanyun's Eighteen Riders. This tacit understanding of coordination and cooperation is rare in this world." Although Zhao Gao's face was calm, his flickering pupils showed that he was also shocked.

Did the Eighth Horsemen of Yanyun shoot one arrow? Of course not. Instead, they shot 320 four arrows at the same time, and each arrow overlapped with other arrows at the same time.

80 m.

"shoot".

50 m.

"shoot".

30 m.

"Surrender without killing".

20 m.

"Chong..." Luo Yi yelled angrily, and slapped the horse hard with the blade of his knife. The horse rushed out first, and the other cavalry followed closely behind.

In an instant, two cavalrymen, one green and one black, collided fiercely.