One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 75 Ten Thousand Riders Charge
"Boys, are you afraid of death?"

The next moment, tens of thousands of Beiyuan cavalry raised their scimitars and shouted in unison to the moon in the sky:

"Not afraid of death!"

The sound was rumbling, echoing endlessly in the empty and cold desert night sky.

"Haha, it should be so. We boys from Beiyuan, who have been trapped in the grassland for decades, have finally had the opportunity to sweep the world. How can we miss it like this?"

As soon as the words came out, the people around immediately felt deeply and nodded in agreement.

The people of Beiyuan, since they were defeated by the prosperous Tang Dynasty decades ago, their life has been really hard.

How can we get enough to eat just relying on grassland grazing?The northern plains cavalry were all plundering and doing business at the same time, grazing was only secondary.

The prosperous south is the land of their dreams.

However, the military forces of Tang and Jing are not weak. Even in the midst of war, the defense of the northern border is still intact, so that the northern plains cavalry has no chance to go south in a large scale.

Only good opportunities appeared in the desert, and a large amount of supplies came and went, all of which were treasures bestowed on Beiyuan by the Longevity God!

In any case, don't miss it!

Several master warriors looked at each other, and the fighting spirit in their eyes was burning hotter and hotter.

"Go, line up, and enter the city!"

With horseshoes stepping on the sand and scimitars piercing the wind, a series of muscular figures moved under the moonlight.

The city gate was wide open enough for ten thousand cavalry to drive straight in.

A row of ten riders rode their horses forward in a row. The team continued for several miles, criss-crossed and layered on top of each other. Numerous leather armors and scimitars reflected the cold moonlight, reflecting the cold light of the road.

The charge begins.

Hoof, whip, run, speed up.

The sound of horseshoes gradually became rapid and dense, like the frenzied drumbeat on the battlefield, matching the strong heartbeat rhythm of the cavalrymen's chests, and finally turned into the sound of mighty waves rushing towards the center of the city.

The ruins in Anxi City were all leveled by Jing Jun, most of them were flat ground with a wide field of vision.

Soon the Northern Plains cavalry could see the white figure standing alone in the center of the city.

Wu Sheng...

Many Northern Plains cavalry swallowed nervously, a little fear emerged in their hearts, and then disappeared in the frenzy of charging at full speed.

Ten thousand iron hooves stepped on the lonely city, and the masters and innate masters charged forward, using steel and iron, blood and flesh to gather into an unstoppable torrent, and the shaman was restrained.

With such a battle, even a martial saint should avoid the edge for the time being, right?

Rush!
Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!
The few masters galloping at the forefront observed Song Yun's situation, and they were secretly delighted.

"It can still break the game! The suppression has not yet been completed, and this Martial Saint stays where he is and cannot move. As long as he is knocked away, the shaman can escape!"

They had been prepared for a long time and gave up the most commonly used scimitars and bows and arrows-it is almost impossible for such light weapons to hurt Wu Sheng.

What appeared in his hands were all kinds of heavy weapons seized from the Jing army camp.

Shields, maces, spears, halberds...

They charged in a straight line like heavy cavalry, no fancy roaming cavalry and shooting, and went straight forward.

Like a heavy war hammer, it smashed in from outside the city gate!
The terrifying inertia brought about by sprinting at full speed formed an impact like a landslide and a tsunami, pointing directly at the lonely young man in white!
They have only one goal - knock back this martial saint in the middle of the city.

As long as you take a step back, the shaman can get out of trouble, and the victory will belong to Beiyuan!
This [-]-man cavalry army, with its momentum like a rainbow, forcibly tore through Anxi's luck field, and even the suppression with the Xuandi Seal became unstable.

The black shadow began to struggle violently again, the broken jade seal was overwhelmed, and the glue used for bonding seemed to fail at any time, turning the Xuandi seal into fragments and powder again.

The colorful streamers danced wildly, and the figure of the shaman wearing a bronze mask reappeared, and sneered at Song Yun:

"Young man, if you retreat now, you can still save your life!"

"If you dare to slaughter Beiyuan soldiers, after I get out of trouble, you will be cut into pieces and tortured for 100 years!"

Song Yun ignored him, and still stood still, just quietly watching the cavalry galloping on their horses.

In the empty and flat city of Anxi, at this moment, it seemed as if a huge black wave had poured in, rolling towards it like a bank breaking, breaking through all obstacles, surging and unstoppable!
Wearing white clothes, it is like a white stone in front of the tide, as if it will be swept away by the surging waves in the next moment.

The distance between the two is getting closer...

Several Beiyuan masters could already see Song Yun's youthful appearance, and they all took a deep breath to let their spirits rise to the peak.

Thick Gang Qi gushed out, layer by layer topping the front, forming an invisible but solid giant shield.

The leading grandmaster raised his Changge shield and shouted frantically:

"Changsheng Tian Tengger, the supreme god in the sky, with radiant splendor, boundless divine power, bravely fighting the dead, and their souls return to the sky!"

The eyes of tens of thousands of cavalry were red, and they shouted in unison: "The souls of those who die bravely in battle will return to heaven!"

Song Yun couldn't understand what these people were shouting, but he could guess what they were thinking just by looking at their expressions.

The corners of his mouth gradually curled up, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like a deep cold ancient pool, condensed and never dispersed.

"Aren't you afraid of death? Then kill until you are afraid!"

He stood firmly in the center of the city, with his right hand still firmly holding the trembling square jade seal.

Gently push out with the left palm.

There was a clang, the whistling sound was like a dragon, and a sharp bronze sword appeared under the pale moonlight.

The hilt was released from the hand, and the bronze sword flew out automatically under the coercion of the majestic vigor, and the sharp point pointed directly at the fierce charging cavalry in front of him.

Layers of qi entangled upwards, making the narrow and long sword with clear lines tremble at high speed, turning into a blurred sword shadow.

Immediately, the bronze sword turned into a piercing green awn, like a wild horse running wild, or a sharp arrow coming out of a string, whizzing through the air and flying far away.

Behind the sword, there was a rumbling muffled sound following the vast sea-like vigor of the Pseudo-Martial Saint Realm.

The blue light spread across the sky, continuously enlarged, widened, and flattened, and finally formed a huge sword gang, with a sharp arc forward, shooting towards the Beiyuan cavalry.

The power of the killing sword qi was superimposed to the extreme, and it evolved and promoted again.

"Baidi Sword Code", the sword spirit that breaks the army!

"kill!"

The sword energy of Pojun collided with the mighty cavalry charge in an instant.

Boom——The martial saint's sword qi first fought against the grand master's astral qi, and there was a loud noise like a mountain collapsing.

The giant shield of stellar qi condensed by several master masters was smashed by the Pojun sword qi in the most violent manner, and it exploded abruptly, turning into countless scattered air currents and shooting around.

The Beiyuan Grandmasters spurted blood and almost fell off their horses, but they still held up all kinds of heavy weapons, gritted their teeth, and made a second hedge.

The sharp and ear-piercing knocking sound of gold and iron kept ringing, and wherever the sword energy went, all weapons were separated!
The large shield was broken from the center, and the long dagger, halberd, and mace were broken in two...

Among the broken weapons constantly falling in the air, the Pojun Sword Qi continued to move forward.

Numerous flesh and blood bodies have been exposed to the extremely dangerous edge.

The Northern Plains cavalry chanted the name of Changshengtian, waved their weapons, and stubbornly resisted the terrifying green light flying towards them.

Swah——

The blue light flashed by, and the blood was like a series of fountains, starting from the front of the cavalry team, continuously gushing and splashing, and quickly extending backward.

The necks of the war horses were broken.

A cavalryman's waist and hips were separated.

The large horse's head and the upper body of the Beiyuan people flew up, rolled in mid-air, and fell to the ground one after another.

The black billowing torrent changed color instantly, and the shocking bright red quickly spread...

Song Yun kept urging the sword energy with one hand, raised his head and let out a clear and long howl.

"Today, I will destroy Er Wanqi with one sword!"

(End of this chapter)