The Captain of the Phoenix Battalion, Yuan Meng, narrowed his eyes as he stared at the unknown Jianghu man. He pulled on the reins of his horse and charged forward with his saber. The Beiliang light cavalry cooperated with each other skillfully. The twenty men on either side of Yuan Meng raised their crossbows and prepared to attack. The remaining ten men behind them charged forward with their sabers drawn. The Beiliang army placed great importance on horse management. Not to mention how majestic the heavy-armored cavalry was, the light cavalry was equipped with horses that were far superior to the cavalry outside of Beiliang. Furthermore, the Phoenix Battalion was the personal guard of the Beiliang army. The horses they rode were all heavy breeds. They were seven feet tall and weighed more than two thousand jin. When they charged forward, regardless of whether they were carrying sabers or spears, the cavalry charged forward like a mountain torrent. Their horses were extremely powerful. Pei Nanwei did not know much about the Spring and Autumn War. She had only heard rumors that the Beiliang cavalry was invincible. Today, when she saw the charging power of the ten cavalry, she could not help but feel dazzled. If ten men and ten horses were already like this, then the 300,000 strong cavalry under the command of the King of Beiliang must have trampled over the six nations.
But what happened next made Princess Pei's eyes widen. The strong man who looked like a farmer charged toward the ten cavalry. His hands parried the rain of arrows that came from the two sides of the fan. He ran with large strides and collided with the tall horse of the Captain, Yuan Meng, who bore the brunt of the charge. As Princess Jing An expected, the cruel scene of the farmer's blood splattering three feet high did not occur. Instead, the dull man used the Mountain Crash to break the neck of the warhorse and sent Yuan Meng and his horse flying. Yuan Meng did not even have time to chop down with his saber. The man quickened his pace. His feet rumbled on the ground, not losing to the sound of the horse's hooves. He spread out his hands and placed them on the bodies of the two horses. With a sudden burst of strength, he threw the two horses behind Yuan Meng into the air.
Pei Nanwei, who was born in a literary and aristocratic family and then raised in a golden and jade cage by King of Jing An, opened her mouth slightly in disbelief. How could there be such a god-like martial artist in the world?
The farmer threw off the three warhorses in one go, and the two Beiliang sabers at his sides finally took the opportunity to chop down. The man with the strength to pull mountains and rivers had a gloomy face. Both of his hands gripped the world's sharpest standard cold saber. With a twist, he curled it up.
"Come down."
Hearing him calmly say two words, two valiant light cavalrymen were pulled off their horses and thrown out.
The man's horse came to an abrupt halt, raised its hooves high, and stomped down heavily!
His hands, which were as big as praying mats, retracted at lightning speed. He raised them above his head and grabbed the horse's hooves that weighed a thousand catties. With a cold snort, he tore the horse apart!
How much strength would it take to tear a charging warhorse into two?!
Without a mount, the light cavalryman of the Phoenix Battalion fell down and was coincidentally punched in the chest by the farmer. His armor and chest exploded at the same time. He died on the spot, his flesh and blood badly mangled.
Following that, the other cavalrymen were easily thrown out by the valiant man. None of them were lucky enough to escape.
Pei Nanwei couldn't bear to watch any longer. She subconsciously glanced at the Beiliang heir standing in front of her. His back was still upright. She moved a little and could finally see some of his side profile. However, she didn't see the expected panic. This made Pei Nanwei very disappointed. That man was unstoppable and had even said that he wanted to borrow her head. Was this Hsu Fengnian really not afraid at all? Pei Nanwei looked at the battlefield again. In just one face-to-face encounter, His Royal Highness' personal cavalry had lost several men. However, what made Princess Pei even more shocked was that even in such a cruel situation, the other light cavalrymen of the Phoenix Battalion were still as upright as His Royal Highness. They turned a blind eye to the bloody scene, especially the burly general with the halberd. He was covered in heavy black armor. Including the armor and the halberd, he weighed more than four hundred catties. In the face of defeat, he only sat on his horse and didn't move. What a terrifying heart of stone! Princess Pei felt sorrow in her heart. Were all Beiliang's soldiers so heartless?
Great Halberd Ning Emei raised his arm and held his halberd. The tip of the halberd was pointed at the eleventh man, Wang Mingyin. Among the twenty cavalrymen, ten of them continued to silently raise their crossbows while the other ten continued to charge.
The light cavalrymen of the first ten cavalrymen who hadn't died in battle remounted their horses and got into formation. The heavily injured ones sat on the ground and picked up their crossbows.
They were faintly forming a pincer attack.
When Beiliang faced an enemy, they could only fight to the death.
Princess Jing An looked at the ten cavalrymen who didn't care about their lives as they urged their horses forward. In the past, when she heard the King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, talk about it, she didn't understand the bone-chilling coldness in his words. She finally understood the meaning of these words.
She asked in a trembling voice, "Can your light cavalrymen block them?"
Hsu Fengnian didn't make a sound. He focused his attention on the battle between Li Chungang and Wu Liuding. Beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead. The only thing he could do now was to memorize all the swordsmanship that he could see through. This was a thousand times more exhausting than memorizing the rules of Go. The old God of Swords didn't use the Sword Gang. Against Wu Liuding, he only used swordsmanship to fight swordsmanship. Both sides' swordsmanship had reached the point of perfection and was extremely ingenious. The old man had the intention of letting him watch the battle and benefit from it. He couldn't let this good intention go to waste! The Wu family's Sword Catacomb took a narrow and winding path. They abandoned the faintly discernible swordsmanship and sought only one sword move that no one could understand. It was rumored that the swordsmen in the Sword Catacomb were all withered like ghosts. There was no lack of brilliant swordsmanship masters who had been imprisoned by the Wu family. They could only feed and nurture the swords of the younger generation of the Wu family for the rest of their lives. Over time, not only did the Sword Catacomb contain hundreds of thousands of swords, but it also recorded eighty to ninety percent of the world's sword moves in detail. On the road, although Wu Liuding's bamboo sword was getting shorter and shorter, his moves were becoming more and more overbearing and fierce. As the saying goes, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Even though Wu Liuding was at a disadvantage, he was still able to use his bamboo sword to fight the old God of Swords, who had the Sword Gang, for a hundred moves without losing. This was something to be proud of.
Hsu Fengnian slowly exhaled a turbid breath and muttered to himself. Behind him, Princess Pei was confused and said, "Skill, reward!"
When Princess Pei saw the second group of light cavalry being destroyed by the man who had trampled all the way here, she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "If even this general can't stop him, what will you do?"
Unfortunately, Hsu Fengnian still ignored her.
In a fit of anger, Princess Jing An raised her hand to hit the Beiliang on the back of His Royal Highness. This was originally a subconscious action, but before she could make a move, the Embroidered Winter Scabbard struck her abdomen. Her face immediately turned pale and she crouched on the ground. Her body curled up in pain, and her eyes were filled with tears. She almost thought she was going to die.
Hsu Fengnian, who didn't show any mercy to the fairer sex, narrowed his eyes and looked at the reeds. He still ignored the Great Halberd Ning Emei.
Blue Bird said softly, "If Ning Emei is defeated, I ask for a weapon."
Hsu Fengnian asked curiously, "What is it?"
Blue Bird's expression was complicated. She lowered her head and said, "The Spear of Ksana."
Hsu Fengnian was stunned. He turned his head and said, "Where did I get this famous weapon that the Spear Immortal King embroidered?"
Blue Bird looked at the carriage and said calmly, "It has always been hidden in the axle."
Hsu Fengnian said in surprise, "Blue Bird, tell me the truth. What is your relationship with Wang Xiu?"
Blue Bird said softly, "He is my father. He killed my mother."
Hsu Fengnian sighed in his heart. He hesitated and said, "If Ning Emei is defeated, then so be it. I didn't think that he and the hundred light cavalry could exhaust Wang Mingyin to death. When the time comes, when the eleventh person in the world is exhausted, then you can make your move."
Princess Pei, who was squatting on the ground with her hands on her stomach, raised her head and gritted her teeth. "Hsu Fengnian, aren't you afraid that the hundred people will die?"
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and looked at Princess Jing An, who could no longer maintain her composure. He said calmly, "What do you know?"
Pei Nanwei, who could only talk to Hsu Fengnian by raising her head, laughed nervously and said, "What do I know? What is the difference between you, the Crown Prince of the King of Beiliang, and the Crown Prince of the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun? Didn't you both cower in the face of battle and only know how to send people, whose lives are lower than ants in your eyes, to die in vain? Today, I want to see how you will kneel and beg for mercy from that boor of Jianghu! "
"Then you can just wait."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the battle between the green-robed Wu Liuding and the old God of Swords in the sheep fur coat. If nothing unexpected happened, Li Chungang's good temper was about to be used up. What followed was a truly hearty battle.
Blue Bird stared at Pei Nanwei.
One was a lowly servant, while the other was an extremely wealthy Wangfei.
Immediately, Blue Bird looked down at Pei Nanwei. The latter's hair stood on end and she was as silent as a cicada in winter.
Princess Pei watched as the servant girl, whose eyes were murderous, walked towards the carriage. She bent down and pulled out an axle. It shattered in her hand, revealing a blood-red spear.
The name of the spear was Instant?
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