windy,

Shada.

In the dark sky, a hazy moon hung.

The darkness reflected the rough and silent man beneath him, the desert that had been silent for thousands of years.

The yellow sand is flying all over the sky, the dust is stirring, and on the vast sea of ​​​​sand, you can hear laughter suddenly coming from the distance. It melts into the wind and seems to turn into a desolate roar, and it seems to be heading towards this ruthless and meaningless place.

He let out a cry of denial.

The mountains were horrified and the sea of ​​sand was horribly silent.

How can man defeat heaven and earth?

"Haha~"

The sound came very fast, as fast as thunder.

But he was a man, his face covered with gray cloth, his messy hair brushed behind his ears by the momentum of running, running wildly with one leg and two legs, leaping and jumping like a mandrill wild ape, so fast that it was hard to see his legs, and there was only

Shadows that keep staggering forward.

It was so fast that the trousers were stretched open by the bulging muscles under the explosion, and the fabric was torn. As he ran, his legs tightened and tightened, like rocks built up, like arrows.

The arrow changes between pulling the string and leaving the string, tight and tight in an orderly manner.

Like an antelope running in the desert, it is faster than ordinary people understand. This is the limit of the human body.

However, antelopes often burst out at astonishing speeds between life and death when they are fleeing, but what about him?

He suddenly stopped running. He was not running away in the first place, and there was no way he would waste all his energy on running so fast.

Behind you, the sound of horse hooves is approaching.

The sound behind his head was the sound of an arrow leaving the string and breaking.

He suddenly stopped smiling. The straight line under his feet turned sharply, turned into an arc, and his body tilted and fell, as if he was running wildly against the desert. He turned around and changed his posture. Sand and dust were everywhere. He had dodged those arrows.

How fast.

He seemed to be about to fall, but there seemed to be an invisible hand holding him up, supporting his leaning body, turning an arc on the sand, changing direction, and charging towards the cavalry behind him.

passed.

"call!"

Under the gray cloth, there seemed to be heavy breathing.

At this turn, a pair of bright eyes lit up in the dark night, and an extremely long and narrow blade also lit up, like an arc moon. The blade was dark and the blade was bright. The tip seemed to be dipped in the gravel, bringing out a fleeting moment.

The shallow mark that is close.

Finally, he fell.

Before he was about to fall, his half-leaning body finally fell into the yellow sand, rolling over, and the gravel immediately flew up. No matter how tight the cuffs and trousers were tied, there was still an unknown amount of energy in this roll.

A grain of sand got in along the rough stitching between his clothes.

He was already running very fast, but his opponent was chasing him even more quickly. The two faced each other, but they met in an instant. They were just like a blocking stone in front of the torrent, but I don't know whether it was washed away by the torrent or the boulder was crushed.

.

As soon as his tumbling body stopped, Su Qing knelt down on the sea of ​​sand. As soon as he steadied his body, his left hand clasped the handle of the knife in his right hand, and his pupils trembled.

"Pour it for us!"

He yelled like a thunderbolt, and the simple knife in his hand was slashed horizontally towards the forelimb of the fast horse in front.

With a mournful cry, the two horses' hooves broke off, blood flew out, and the horse suddenly fell down. It continued to charge forward, broke its neck and turned over. The person on the horse rolled to the ground, and was turned over before he could stand up.

The horse's body was crushed to death on the spot.

Both men and horses died.

However, after riding, there were still dozens of horse hooves rushing towards Su Qing. The momentum of the horse charging forward was so powerful that no matter how high his martial arts skills were, he would not dare to confront it head-on. If he fell into it, he would inevitably be confused.

He was trampled to death by his hooves, and his muscles and bones were broken by a bump.

One of the cavalry overturned and fell, and several fast horses behind them had no time to stop and collided with each other. For a moment, people were overturned on their backs, and the flood was scattered in all directions. The cavalry dispersed and divided into five groups, trying to surround them in a circle.

In the chaos, Su Qing's eyes tightened, and he saw a man standing on horseback, raising his hoofs and stepping towards him.

"court death!"

"bass!"

Su Qing slashed through with a knife, and the muscles on his legs suddenly became as tight as strings. He kicked off his feet, and his muscles trembled. As he jumped up, he twisted his wrists with both hands to lift the knife, lifted it from bottom to top, and slashed with all his strength. In the night

, and saw a flash of bright sword light passing by.

The horse standing upright in front of him suddenly stopped neighing, and the man on the horse also stopped moving. The next moment, a trace of blood suddenly appeared, and the blood mist was like a blowout, scattering blood in the agitated and flying yellow sand. One person

A horse was split in half in the middle and turned into two slices of meat, falling to both sides.

But before Su Qingshang could drop his sword, he saw another horse running straight towards him, hitting him in the chest. He immediately flew backwards, stuck to the sea of ​​sand, and slid some distance away.

There was a muffled sound.

"Um...wow..."

A mouthful of reverse blood dyed the face towel an ink color.

He didn't have time to breathe, and dozens more crossbow arrows were fired at him. With one kick, he slid out against the sand. While avoiding the crossbow arrows, he turned over and jumped up. The tip of his knife struck the ground, and he used his strength to do a somersault.

, and the people rushed towards the overturned cavalry.

But I could hear the constant "swish, swish, swish" sound breaking through the air from all directions.

With the thought "not good" in mind, Su Qing refused to kill anyone and hid first.

It turned out that the separated men and horses had formed a circle, and for some reason they had lost their humanity. Arrows were fired at them randomly. Not only him, but also their colleagues were all covered in the rain of arrows.

Under the screams, the four people were shot all over by their own people as soon as they got on the back of the horse. They were so dead that they couldn't die anymore. There were even many arrows stuck in the horse. The six relatives did not recognize this word. Su Qing had seen it now.

He cursed in his heart, they were really a bunch of beasts without humanity, and he hurriedly hid under the bellies of several horses, as if aware of his intentions, the sound of arrows piercing the air outside was really endless.

He must have wanted to shoot this horse to death as well.

"Whoosh——"

In the blink of an eye, the four horses fell to the ground in mourning and died one after another. Su Qing carefully hid his body and slowly closed his breath, thinking of pretending to be dead to let the other side get closer.

But the calculation failed. These people were not only extremely shrewd, but also cunning like foxes. They continued to shoot arrows at several corpses, constantly changing directions. The horses they shot directly were like hedgehogs, with their intestines pierced and rotten, which was terrible to watch.

Su Qing was shivering all over and was stuck in a pool of blood. He was hiding among the corpses. The corpse on his body had long been in tatters. He couldn't tell whether it was horse blood or human blood. It was so fishy and salty that if someone didn't pay attention,

, I'm afraid not to mention saving others, even he himself has to stay here. Even so, his body is covered with blood marks from wounds caused by stray arrows.

Fortunately, the arrows will eventually run out.

The force of the crossbow arrows, which was like a gust of wind and rain, finally slowed down and was no longer so dense and urgent.

The situation was extremely critical, Su Qing saw the right moment, and the package he was holding on with his right hand suddenly shook. In the dark night, the "humming" started again, and the teeth of the blood droplets were exposed, like a knife wheel, but it was not decapitating people, but

It whirled around, cutting scars on the horses in the circle.

The horse is frightened and its legs are in disarray.

"Swish swish~"

As soon as he showed his body, another wave of arrows hit him.

After all, the warriors in the martial arts cannot resist the charge of the military formation.

Su Qing hurriedly turned over to avoid it, retracting the drop of blood. At the same time, taking advantage of the opponent's disarray, he used a knife to lift a tattered corpse beside him into the air. In the dark night, those people only thought it was Su Qing, shua shua.

The arrows shot towards the corpse like crazy, and Su Qing took the opportunity to rush out.

The crossbow arrows were repeating crossbows. Although the black cavalry archery team was attracted by the corpse, as soon as he took out his front foot, the crossbow arrows were chasing after him.

"Fuck you!"

After scolding, Su Qing drew the sharp knife from behind with his left hand. The blade of the knife was flying, and he picked it up. He raised the knife and rushed out in a few steps. He strode towards a cavalryman who was comforting the horse. When he came close, he turned over.

When Luo fell, he jumped on the horse and stabbed the man's face with one foot. The red and white ones could no longer be distinguished.

"Quick, shoot the arrow!"

Seeing how fierce he was, some people spoke in panic.

Su Qing glanced coldly, and the long knife in his left hand was thrown out by him in an instant. The blade passed through the air, broke into the man's heart, took him off the horse, and died.

At the same time, he moved his blade horizontally and dragged it, his feet moving as fast as flying, and he straddled eight horses in a row on the back of the horses in a circle.
Chapter completed!