God's Summoner

Chapter 1923 Fight!

"Da da da!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

As the [-] iron cavalry charged, the entire snowfield began to shake, and thunderous hooves sounded all around, the snow was trampled to pieces, and then flew all over the sky.

Through Can Xue, one could vaguely see fifty thousand armored heavy cavalry rushing out of Wen Zhong's barracks. The momentum was overwhelming, rushing towards Lu Bu's position like a tide, powerful and fearless!
Sensing the sound of galloping horses getting closer and faster, Lu Bu, who was fighting fiercely with Tu Xingsun, suddenly became serious.

After all, even if he is as powerful and proud as he is, he would not dare to face the charge of [-] elite cavalry alone.

The more critical question is that these elite cavalry were used by Wen Zhong to design plots, and their combat power is far beyond that of ordinary cavalry. Lu Bu is not Yang Jian, nor Monkey King, how can he resist? !
However, Lu Bu was unwilling to give up on Tu Xingsun, who knew that he couldn't kill Tu Xingsun this time, and if he wanted to wait for the next opportunity, he didn't know when he would be there? !

but……

If you don't abandon Tu Xingsun and retreat immediately, once you are engulfed by Wen Zhong's army, you will be as strong as Lu Bu, and it will be extremely difficult to get out of terror, and you will be exhausted here to death.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a melodious piano sound in the field.

Hearing the sound of the qin, Lu Bu glanced out of the corner of his eye, and immediately saw the little book boy who had been guarded by Jun Mo all this time. At this moment, he found a Guqin from nowhere, and then circled under the seat and started playing.

Seeing such a scene, black lines appeared on Lu Bu's face, thinking that the boy was frightened, and he was speechless.

However, what really left Lu Bu speechless was still to come.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Jun Mo, who still had blood on the corner of his mouth, got up suddenly, adjusted his appearance slowly, and then strode forward.

In front of him were [-] iron cavalry charging forward.

"What is this kid doing?!"

Lu Bu was startled.

At this moment, the sound of the zither turned and became excited, bringing out a kind of magnificence of the night sky and bright moon shining on the battlefield, and it was played with a heroic and murderous aura.

At the same time, like a storm, the remnant snow brought by fifty thousand cavalry engulfed Jun Mo's figure in an instant, leaving only a high crown, which appeared in the night-like remnant snow.

"Damn it, boy, come back quickly."

Lu Bu let out a roar, although he didn't know Jun Mo, but after seeing Jun Mo fighting fiercely with Tu Xingsun and other five people before, he subconsciously had a slight liking for Jun Mo.

Jun Mo turned a deaf ear, but held the iron sword in his hand, pointed at the [-] cavalry rushing forward, and shouted.

"Come to fight!"

……

Let's fight! ! !

At this moment, all the sounds of horseshoes rolling between heaven and earth seemed to disappear in an instant, only these two words echoed non-stop.

Far away, Wen Zhong sneered, raised his eyebrows, looked at Jun Mo in the distance, the emotion in his eyes became colder, and sneered.

"Looking for a dead guy."

Although Wen Zhong had seen Jun Mo's supernatural power before, and watched Jun Mo's gestures, he killed more than 100 of his secret guards, and even killed his apprentice Yu Qing with a single sword, and almost Tianwai hacked himself to death with a sword.

However, this battle-tested veteran Cheng Tang didn't feel any pressure at the moment.

Because, countless wars in history have already proved that in the face of the charge of heavy cavalry and the rain of arrows, no matter how powerful a practitioner is, he can only die. As long as he is not a saint or a general, he has no power before the army.

Therefore, it seemed absurd and ridiculous that Jun Mo wanted to stop Haohao's [-] cavalry from charging.

Soon, under Wen Zhong's sneer, the horse neighed more and more, and the sound of hooves gradually increased, and [-] cavalrymen rushed in front of Jun Mo.

These powerful cavalry and their mounts are all wearing solid armor, which is very heavy. When the horseshoe hits the ground, a deep pit will be stepped on. Countless mud and snow are trampled and then lifted up, making the whole ground start to shake. stand up.

"Die!!!"

A cavalryman rushing to the front roared violently, and the spear in his hand was led by the swift charge of the horse under his crotch, piercing the void directly, and piercing Jun Mo's chest with a spear.

Junmo...

not moving at all.

Such a posture made the cavalryman's eyes suddenly excited, as if he had seen the bloody scene of Jun Mo being pierced through his body by his own spear.

It's just that he didn't see such a picture.

Because, in the next moment, a wide and straight iron sword like a door panel appeared in his vision, and then replaced everything.

As soon as the iron sword on the door panel came out, it was immediately enveloped in countless streaks of sword light, as well as the flames generated by friction with the air due to its high speed, cutting through the chilling air between heaven and earth, cutting through the howling cold wind, and falling towards the cavalryman .

At the same time, as the door iron sword was swung out, Jun Mo's figure continued to walk forward.

It gives the impression that no matter what is ahead, no matter how many enemies he faces, Jun Mo will always choose to move forward, and will always choose the straightest and most upright path.

So he raised his head, raised his sword, moved forward, and at the same time began to kill.

"Thorn!!!"

With a cracking sound, the cavalryman, together with the spear in his hand and the steed under his crotch, split in two.

Countless blood and viscera flew around, but they couldn't stop Jun Mo's progress.

He walked very slowly, with a step of twenty feet. While moving forward, the iron sword in his hand, which was like a door panel, had already left his hand, and turned into a dark sword light, in the space of a hundred feet in front of him...

Sweeping back and forth.

The iron sword was heavy and square, but the flying speed was extremely fast. When the seemingly blunt and edgeless sword touched the armor of the cavalry, it would tear apart the armor like paper, and countless blood would be torn out.

Even if the sword brushed against the enemy lightly, those cavalrymen seemed to be knocked down by a hill, their chests collapsed and their bones were broken, and the horses brought by the iron sword kept falling over.

So, in an instant, between heaven and earth, within a hundred feet of Jun Mo's body, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard from time to time, the snow and dust were thicker, muffled, and iron swords crisscrossed. The war horse hissed and fell down.

It's just that manpower is sometimes poor after all.

Jun Mo's speed and angle of controlling the sword still show no signs of slowing down, but everyone knows that his power of true essence and power of his consciousness are being consumed at a terrifying speed.

If this situation is allowed to continue, no matter how powerful his true energy is, it will eventually be exhausted at the moment.

What's even more chilling is that those cavalry didn't know whether it was because they saw the prospect of victory, or because they were inspired by Wen Zhong, they were not afraid of the iron sword that could kill people, and continued to charge without fear of death. , The growth rate of the number of cavalry flocking to Junmo has far exceeded the speed of his killing! ! !

(End of this chapter)