She asked curiously, "Since killing at the border is the same, why doesn't this person just sneak into our palace and start a massacre? Isn't it quite good at disturbing the morale of the army? "
The old Dragon King didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her naive thoughts. He sighed and said, "After reaching the Celestial State, it's easy for experts to sense each other. Even if he can kill one or two cities, even if the entire Aquarius State bleeds for thousands of miles, then what? Would he be besieged and killed by masters like Tuoba, Hong Jingyan and Jian Qianjin? "
Princess Hongyan curled her lips and said, "Why are you still so restrained after becoming an invincible expert? How boring. In the past, I've only heard that the half-saints of the Celestial State of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism didn't dare to kill easily because they were afraid of being tainted by karma. It turns out that these pure martial artists aren't much better. "
The old man's face was bitter and he said some words of conscience, "I have no choice but to wait for death here with you, Princess. Isn't that even more boring?"
The old man looked at the sky for no reason and sighed, "Between the heavens and the earth, with the heavens and the earth, who isn't a puppet with their hands and feet tied? There are people who are lucky enough to jump out of this cage, but there's definitely no one who can break it. "
Princess Hongyan was surprised, "It's over? The thunder is loud, but the rain is too light. I haven't had enough fun watching it. "
While they were talking, the knight of Beimang didn't disappoint this noble surnamed Yelü.
When the less than three hundred riders all stopped their horses, that person also stopped his blade.
A famous archer in the Liu Battalion seized this perfect opportunity to draw his bow into a full moon. The bowstring released a loud bang and shot an arrow at the young swordsman.
The other two burly knights with big bows on their backs followed suit. They didn't need to deliberately prepare their arrows. Instead, they drew their bows and shot out an arrow in one go.
Three sharp arrows pierced through the air, the arrowheads all aimed accurately at the swordsman's face.
What happened next left these seasoned elites flabbergasted.
The three arrows hovered quietly in the air, maintaining their slanting postures.
The saberman sheathed the cold saber that the Beimang border army hated the most.
One eagle feather arrow and two ordinary feather arrows.
He reached out to grab the eagle plume arrow, which was known in the Central Plains as "faster than a hawk and unable to be shaken by a strong wind", and threw it out with a backhand.
The archer, who had subconsciously grabbed the reins after shooting the arrow, had his head pierced through by the arrow. His entire body was pulled back by the huge force. His hands pulled the reins, and the warhorse raised its front hooves. The knight's corpse fell off the horse.
The warhorse that had been with the dead knight day and night still seemed to be in a daze. It stepped lightly on its fine hooves, turned around, and used its nose to touch its master who had fallen to the ground.
A black fox that looked like a leader turned around and looked at the northern sky with great nostalgia.
After turning his head again, he faced the young expert with terrifying strength. This Lanzi suddenly squeezed his horse's belly and took the lead in a crazy charge that was tantamount to suicide.
The second warhorse began to follow, then the third, the fourth …
In the end, none of the riders in the entire cavalry turned around and retreated. All of them began to charge!
Seeing this tragic scene, Princess Hongyan bit her lip and said softly, "Let's go."
"Hmm?" The old man was puzzled, but he did not hesitate. He grabbed her shoulder and retreated.
She closed her eyes and felt the strong wind blow past her ears. She said, "If we allow the news of them dying here for no reason to spread back to the grasslands, then their deaths will be in vain."
The old Dragon King did not say anything.
Nearly four hundred riders had chased down fourteen riders, but they had not succeeded. If they allowed the enemy crossbowmen to send back information, even if these Beimang warriors had all died in battle, their parents, wives, children, and even their entire tribes on the grasslands would be implicated.
And these people were originally waiting for their families to return home with military merits and food.
Even if they returned empty-handed, it was good that they were alive.
After allowing the two big fish to leave, Hsu Fengnian helped the fourteen crossbowmen "cover the retreat". He hung the cold saber at his waist and faced the aggressive Beimang cavalry.
He began to run.
The leader of the Black Fox Fence was the first to reach him.
Hsu Fengnian jumped up. The leader was still in the posture of raising his arm and slashing his saber.
He slapped the man's head with his palm. Both the man and his horse were smashed into the yellow sand. The warhorse's abdomen was stuck to the sand pit.
However, Hsu Fengnian had a head in his hand. He pulled it out and threw it at the second Black Fox Fence.
The fence's chest was blown apart.
Hsu Fengnian quickly fell to the ground. With a shake, his shoulders hit the sides of the warhorses on both sides. The horses' hooves left the ground, and the two riders fell to the side.
One of the riders charged forward fiercely. However, when it was about ten feet away from Hsu Fengnian, the rider and the horse were crushed by the majestic Qi, bursting into a cloud of bloody mist.
The Spider Web spy hidden between the Black Fox Fence and the elite Liu cavalry broke through the bloody mist without warning. The tip of his sword pointed directly at Hsu Fengnian's forehead.
Hsu Fengnian completely ignored the tip of the sword. He stretched out his hand and pressed down on the head of the spy. Then, he slammed the spy to the ground.
The tip of the sword shattered, and the blade snapped.
The spy's body bounced on the yellow sand. First, blood flowed out of his seven orifices. Then, his meridians were broken, and blood seeped out of his entire body.
This corpse was kicked up by Hsu Fengnian and slammed into a warhorse in front of him.
After the dozen or so riders at the front died without any resistance, the surviving riders finally lost the courage to charge to their deaths.
Some people began to retreat.
There were hot-blooded people in the world who were not afraid of death. There were also people who were afraid of death but could calmly die for it.
However, these brave and skilled Beimang elites did not wish to die at the hands of an enemy whose name and identity they did not even know.
Hsu Fengnian stamped his foot slightly and stretched out a hand.
On the ground in front of him, yellow sand swords rose from the ground.
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After about half an incense stick's worth of time, the old man in embroidered clothes, who had brought Princess Hongyan and dashed for more than twenty li, straightened his back in an instant.
A cold voice rang out from behind him. "The two of you are old acquaintances I met at Tumbling Horse Pass. Do you not value your lives at all?"
Then, Princess Hongyan realized that her buttocks were lightly patted. The person behind her smiled and said, "The old debt is settled. So you can die now. "
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