Looking at the scene on the other side of the narrow path, the old man in embroidered clothes asked, "Princess, are you not afraid of death?"
The mink forehead woman was clear-minded and said, "Let's go." The Beimang Spider-web elder grabbed her by the shoulder and flew down the slope. They didn't stop until they were two hundred feet away from the point of collision. Along the way, Princess Hongyan still had the mood to turn her head and admire the charging posture of those Northern Mang cavalrymen. Their vigorous bodies rose and fell along with the horse's back, just like a person's breathing. It was filled with a kind of dynamic beauty that was pleasing to the eye. The curved blades in the hands of the Beimang soldiers had a larger arc than the cold blades. This kind of arc gave the Beimang war blades a greater cleaving force. Combined with their height and their innate strength that exceeded that of the men of the Central Plains, a single cleave of their blades was like a hot knife through butter. Princess Hongyan heard the rough shouts of the Beimang men. She firmly believed that this kind of sound would resound throughout the Central Plains. It wasn't something that a master of the Martial Arts Roll could block, nor was it something that the 300,000 soldiers of Beimang could block.
She stroked the mink forehead and looked into the distance with narrowed eyes.
She saw that the person blocking the path of the millions of soldiers of the Beimang Dynasty held the cold blade in a reverse grip and held it horizontally in front of his chest.
A crack seemed to have appeared at the height of the horse's chest among the three Black Fox riders in the front row, which then expanded in an instant. The warhorses and riders continued to charge forward, but they were cut in two. The lower half of the warhorse and the rider's legs fell to the yellow sand, while the upper half of the warhorse and the rider whose legs had been cut in an instant fell to the ground further ahead. It wasn't just the front row. The dozen or so rows behind them were also in a similar situation. On the path a hundred steps in front of the macheteman, a large patch of blood instantly bloomed. Half of a warhorse's body, with its stomach exposed, slid forward while sticking to the sand. Behind the corpse of the warhorse was a ghastly bloody path.
After the thirty or so riders whose legs had been cut off fell to the ground, they let out heart-wrenching cries.
The invisible line was not at the end of its flight. In fact, it was still advancing rapidly. However, the Beimang cavalry behind it, especially the Black Fox Lanzi, sensed that something was wrong and leaped up high, abandoning their horses and drawing their swords. There were even knights who suddenly pulled the reins and jumped over the line that was cutting across. The knights at the back began to quickly deviate from a straight line and tried their best to make a large arc to evade the attack.
Princess Hongyan asked excitedly, "Gang Qi?"
The old Dragon King nodded.
She asked again, "How long and wide is the limit?"
The embroidered robed elder shifted his gaze to the rear of the cavalry and replied, "This blade is about three hundred meters long and six meters wide. But that's all it took. "
She clicked her tongue and said, "Wouldn't it be very impressive on the battlefield?"
The old man said calmly, "On a large battlefield, there are hidden death warriors like Spider Web, who only target the experts of Jianghu. Moreover, there are also archers, foot crossbows, and even catapults. If ordinary experts dared to play like this, they would be the first living target to die. Of course, this person in front of us is an exception. If he really wants to fight to the death like the Sword Emperor of Xi Shu, I'm afraid he would need a few top experts to pin him down. Taking a step back, when such an expert's Qi is exhausted to the point of exhaustion, he can still leave whenever he wants. No one can stop him. After all, it's just a matter of taking a breath. With such a breath, unless one is also an expert in martial arts, one would not be able to seize this fleeting opportunity. However, everything in this world has its vanquisher. If this person dares to charge into the enemy's formation, our God of War would naturally not mind taking his head personally. Most of the people who are a match for ten thousand men in the army are short-lived. After proving that they have the strength, they die. "
Princess Hongyan nodded in agreement and said, "This is also the reason why the experts of Jianghu are unwilling to participate in the killing on the battlefield. It's too depressing to die just like that. If they reincarnate in their next life, it's hard to guarantee that they will be reincarnated into a good body. "
That person seemed to raise his arm and lightly swiped the blade a few times. Six or seven Black Fox Lanzi on the road who jumped off their horses exploded into pieces in the air.
Following his backhanded blade movements, the range of his movements was extremely small.
A warhorse that had jumped high in the air had yet to step on the ground when an invisible line ran from the left side of the horse's abdomen to the right shoulder of the rider on the horse's back. It was cut into two halves. Another large splash of blood spilled onto the ground.
A rider who was drawing his bow and shooting an arrow had his head split apart along with his horse's head.
Between the swordsman and the three hundred riders, there was already a large pool of blood.
Then, this pool of blood continued to move forward rapidly as the swordsman continued to raise his hand.
These armored riders were easily cut apart like tofu by the blade.
Princess Hongyan said with a face full of regret, "They're just ants."
The Old Dragon King who had no sympathy for this tragedy said calmly, "It's true that they're ants. However, the reason why it's so miserable is because there are too few of them. As long as the ants gather into an uncountable number of ants, then not only the West Shu Sword Emperor will be bitten to death."
The old man continued, "There are masters in Beiliang who can single-handedly decide the battle of ten thousand men. However, there are only a few of them. This one, Yuan Zuozong, and Xu Yanbing. Yuan Zuozong was the commander of the cavalry. When the situation reached a critical point where he had to save the situation, it meant that the entire Northern Liang Border Army was almost finished. That Spear Immortal Wang Xiu's junior apprentice-brother is most likely to appear in the early stages of the battle. No one would be willing to leave such a sharp spear in the armory without drinking blood. "
Princess Hongyan nodded, "That's right. If it's his turn, the King of Beiliang has to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. Not to mention the Beiliang Frontier Army, I'm afraid that the four states of Beiliang will be ours."
She suddenly laughed happily, "Old Dragon King, he's temporarily holding the title of number one in the world. However, no matter how powerful he is, he can only watch the three hundred thousand soldiers of the Xu family die one by one. Does he feel helpless?"
The old man thought for a while and laughed, "If I were him, I would have run away long ago. The world is vast. Where can't I go? Where can't I be free? "
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