The history books, especially the unofficial history books, liked to describe those fierce generals as the enemy of ten thousand people, but no one would take it seriously. However, the saying that the enemy of a thousand people did exist in the army of the Liyang Dynasty. Although it was rare, there was a precedent. When the Xu family wanted to establish Western Shu for the Emperor, except for the King of Western Shu and a large number of officials, they swore to defend the country. They would rather die than surrender to the Liyang Dynasty, and they would rather die than flee to the Imperial City. The Sword Emperor of Western Shu, as a member of the royal family of Western Shu, guarded the city gate with his sword. Unfortunately, after the battle, he was first exhausted and then crushed to death by the Beiliang cavalry. In that battle, the Sword Emperor of Western Shu killed eight hundred men in three hours. After he died, he was trampled by the horses. Then, Chu Lushan put a flag on the corpse. The long chaotic wars of spring and autumn caused the soldiers to gain a lot of experience in fighting against top-class martial artists in the martial world. They had to exhaust their opponents before their morale collapsed and not give them a chance to catch their breath. These precious experiences that were gained by piling up corpses and lives were passed down from the old soldiers to the new soldiers, generation after generation. Wang Zhi, as a general of the Sword Garret, was in the south of Western Shu where the Sword Emperor died. Needless to say, Beiliang had Chen Zhibao and Yuan Zuozong who survived in the Imperial Concubine's Tomb. They could be said to be worthy of being the enemy of a thousand people. Naturally, they often used these brilliant figures as imaginary enemies to train the cavalry.
However, the fierceness of the red python-robed eunuch and the craftiness of his killing methods still made Wang Zhi a little unprepared.
Han Diaosi rushed in a straight line, his red python-robe fluttering in the wind. Thousands of red threads appeared on his hands, and he could easily take people's heads and cut them into pieces.
Except for Wang Zhi's Beiliang Saber cutting off some of the red threads and a few capable generals who luckily survived, no less than thirty cavalrymen were strangled by this human cat. Fortunately, the cavalry battle formation did not pursue multiple rounds of killing from the beginning. They wanted to be firm. Even if they had to give up a part of the advantage of the cavalry's impact, even if they had to give the two thousand cavalrymen behind Han Diaosi an innate advantage, they had to try their best to circle around and stop this old eunuch. The secret order Wang Zhi received a few days ago was very simple. It only had two words: Delay! With what? In addition to conserving one thousand of his cavalry to prevent them from being defeated by the two thousand people who knew each other well, the two thousand cavalry that participated in the battle also did not swarm forward like a swarm of bees. Instead, they were divided into twenty cavalry groups of a hundred men, striving to advance and retreat with a sense of propriety, so that the advantage of numbers could be fully utilized to the extreme.
Wang Zhi had already had three hurried exchanges with Han Diaosi. The first time, he used his saber to block the enemy, and the other two times, he bent down to pick up the spears of his fallen comrades. The last time, he threw his spear back to chase after the red cat and threw it behind him. One of the spears was actually wrapped around the back of the spear as if it had grown eyes, directly twisting the spear into pieces. Wang Zhi threw the spear for the third time, directly abandoning the man and killing the horse. The frighteningly red cat unexpectedly reined in the horse and leapt into the air, dodging the flying spear. It even pulled the heads of the surrounding five cavalrymen into the air.
Wang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot as he cursed, "Motherf * cker, you're not human at all!"
Behind Wang Zhi, there were eight thousand horse hooves stomping on the ground.
Wang Zhi made a hand gesture, and the one thousand cavalrymen who were motionless split apart like a flood, bypassing the reef in the middle of the river and rushing towards the two thousand cavalrymen led by He Yan. In addition, the six cavalry groups that were on the periphery could not immediately surround the killer cat to engage in a fierce battle.
Wang Zhi carelessly rubbed his cheeks, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said fiercely, "If I don't die this time, no matter what, I will ask the King of Beiliang to be the general of ten thousand cavalrymen!"
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Chen Zhibao said that he wanted to kill Xu Weixiong and bring her body to Western Shu to proclaim himself as the King. He did not have the slightest intention of showing any mercy, nor was he sloppy at all.
Every time the plum wine came into contact with the Ancient Crimson Feather Sword, this famous sword would explode with a series of clear and melodious sounds like the roar of a dragon, trembling and melodious.
Every time they collided, Xu Weixiong, who was holding the sword in her right hand, would violently shake her right sleeve.
The profundity of the plum wine was not limited to this. Every time Chen Zhibao struck out with his spear, it seemed gentle, without the slightest bit of anger. But every time he shook his sleeve, the elite cavalrymen of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry would suddenly die for no reason. Clearly, before they could get within twenty steps of the two of them, they died cleanly, as if a spear had pierced through their chests. They did not even have the time to feel the pain before their bodies flew backwards, falling into the yellow sand.
Chen Zhibao suddenly swung the plum wine, sweeping it out horizontally. The Ancient Crimson Feather Sword in Xu Weixiong's hand drew a frightening arc that would definitely break an ordinary famous sword.
The two cavalrymen behind Xu Weixiong and her horse were once again mysteriously killed. Before they fell off their horses, their bodies in the air were exactly the same as the Ancient Crimson Feather Sword, drawing an arc in the air.
Lightly taking back the plum wine, Chen Zhibao pointed at the ground, and the tip of the spear spun out a flower. Looking at the woman who was spitting out blood, he lightly smiled. "This is the time when the plum is still young. You really don't plan on extending your left hand? The second sword of Daoism, the Ancient Crimson Feather Sword, in the end, is still the word 'order'. "
Xu Weixiong did not make a sound.
Chen Zhibao turned his head to look at the Iron Gate Pass. "I originally wanted to go there and cut down the python and dragon, and then enter Shu alone. This way, no matter who it is, is acceptable."
The plum wine in his hand gradually turned a deep purple.
Xu Weixiong threw the Ancient Crimson Feather high into the air.
High into the clouds, it attracted the heavenly thunder.
Xu Weixiong was just about to blurt out the word 'order'.
A spear pierced through the abdomen.
Chen Zhibao pulled out the plum wine, drawing a stream of blood from the woman's body. His face was expressionless.
Xu Weixiong was still trying his best to say the word 'order'. Then, the white-robed man spun to the end of the spear and knocked him off his horse.
It seemed like he was showing mercy, but in fact, this plum turning from green to purple was the real killing move.
At this moment.
A woman was flying south on her sword.
Behind the woman was a green-robed Confucian scholar leisurely following.
The young woman was extremely beautiful, and the way she rode the sword was like a carefree immortal. She fiercely glared at Xu Weixiong, who was her second mortal enemy in her life, and said coldly, "I'm just watching. Don't expect me to make a move."
On the other hand, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who had dominated the world chuckled and said, "The plum wine goes best when it's purple."
Cao Changqing floated over and supported the woman whose soul was swaying unsteadily. He pressed down on her heart meridian, gently inserted a pill, and gently put her down.
Only God knew if she was dead or alive.
He was just doing his best.
In fact, it was still difficult to escape death by forcefully attracting the heavenly tribulation.
Death warriors deserved to die.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had scouted this place and the yellow sand was thousands of miles long, even the Land Immortal Cao Changqing wouldn't have been able to catch up.
Cao Changqing stood up and stretched out his hand, asking, "Confucian Sage Chen Zhibao, can you fight?"
This white-robed Warrior Immortal, who no one in the world knew had quietly entered the Saint realm, raised the plum wine that was surrounded by a vast purple aura and said calmly, "Please."
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