Before the sound of the head being thrown into the air was over, under the night, a figure landed steadily on the back of a horse. The knife in his hand was held upside down, and the blood beads made a thin rolling sound as they streaked across the blade.

, gathered at the tip of the knife, ticking down.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

There are also clear and sweet silver bells.

Su Qing held the knife in his right hand and squatted on top of the horse's buttocks, hunched over, bending his back and legs. His posture was weird, like a mandrill or a wild ape holding only a knife.

The face of the man on the horse was not visible, and was blocked by black cloth, but his pupils were shrinking suddenly, because he felt the vague but heavy breathing behind him, and wisps of hot heat waves hitting the back of his neck.

His hair stood on end and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He let out a hoarse shout involuntarily, waved his right hand, twisted and slashed behind him.

But before he could completely twist his body, he was already thrown up in the air. His vision suddenly shifted. He saw a person riding on the back of a horse. He was riding on the lower body, and the upper body was rising from the chest and abdomen.

, disappeared, and close to the horse's buttocks, a thin figure was holding a long knife and slashing across the air.

Immediately he became unconscious again.

Su Qing pushed the half of the corpse down with the back of his knife. His body slipped and he was already riding on the horse.

Holding the handle of the knife in one hand and the reins in the other, Su Qing became murderous and must not let these people form a formation again, otherwise he would be in big trouble if the arrow formation formed again.

"kill!"

"Miso miso miso——"

The black cavalry archery team now seemed to be aroused with ferocity. They unsheathed their swords, turned their horses' heads, and charged towards him. They gave up their formation. It seemed that they were running out of arrows and had finished shooting.

For a moment, cold sword lights lit up in all directions.

Pursing his hot lips, Su Qing's expression became serious. Seeing that the arrow was gone, he let out a weird laugh, slashed his long knife across the horse's buttocks, and the horse immediately ran away.

stand up.

He took off the scarf on his face, only tightly wrapped his right hand with the handle of the sword, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the numerous cavalry who were charging towards them, and then mounted his horse to meet them, like two armies charging, a brave general standing alone in the battle.

"Come!"

A deep drink.

Dozens of horsemen rushed towards him, swords raised, and in a blink of an eye they were in front of him.

Su Qing held the sword horizontally and held his breath. The muscles on his arms immediately became clearly visible to the naked eye. The muscles and bones were exposed and tensed as strings, accompanied by a low drink in his mouth.

"Hey!"

The Pu Dao has been slashed horizontally by him.

Suddenly, screams, horses neighing, weapons breaking, cloth tearing, corpses falling to the ground, blood splattering, too many sounds all erupted at this moment, crushing the world.

The silence also broke the loneliness on this yellow sand.

Under the dim moonlight, I saw a man riding alone, with his horse and sword drawn horizontally, until a torrent of cavalry rushed to kill him. He raised his hands, pointed the tip of his sword, and pierced through fiercely.

Even if he fell into it, Su Qing still didn't panic. The sword's power changed from sharp and cruel. He clenched his hands tightly and cracked fiercely. The power was heavy and heavy. When the blade passed by, the first few people with swords were all cut off at the waist.

Cut in half on the spot.

In the commotion of shock, blood splashed and sparks flew everywhere.

With shouts of killing all over the place, both sides fought hand to hand and missed each other. They turned their horses around, stabilized their positions, and turned around to look.

On the ground, there were mangled corpses. Some were chopped into two pieces, and some were trampled into mud by random hooves. They died horribly. The ownerless horses fled aimlessly.

Su Qing was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his or someone else's. His clothes were ragged, and thin bloody mouths could be faintly seen. The cloth wrapped around the handle of the knife had long been stained with blood. There were actually seven more blood stains on the blade of the plain knife.

There were eight gaps of different sizes. His eyelids trembled, and his left hand pulled out the sword from behind.

The cold sword light suddenly appeared, and Su Qing's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened, with murderous intent everywhere. This time, he swiped his long sword backwards and cut a bloody hole on the horse's buttocks. The strong horse under him was hurt and neighed, and he immediately started running wildly.

.

Castration is faster.

"Death!"

"drive!"

The two sides faced off again.

Su Qing slowly swallowed the breath in his throat, ignoring the dust he breathed in. He waited for the cavalry to come closer before he finished swallowing the breath. The long knife in his right hand suddenly stood up, but the tip of the knife stabbed,

The whole person used the force to flip off the horse. The remaining ten or twenty people in the Black Cavalry Archery Team did not expect such a change. The blades fell one after another, and they saw Su Qing leaping over their heads, turning over and passing by, with a simple knife in his hand.

A crescent moon-like sword light has been slashed in the air.

"Puff puff--"

Amid the screams, four or five people fell off their horses one after another, their throats bursting with blood.

Although the remaining people were shocked, the swords in their hands were unambiguous and they all called over.

Su Qing took advantage of the slashing force and stabbed the ground with the sword again. His body stopped falling and turned over again. Everyone saw another glimmer of sword light that looked like autumn water.

The light of the sword, the light of the sword.

The two kinds of brilliance collided continuously, and it looked like a green snake was moving back and forth among the many white lights, which was strange and fierce.

Blood was seen flying again.

The brief confrontation started suddenly and ended inexplicably.

Su Qing fell back on his horse in an instant, pulled the reins, and looked at the black flag archery team behind him. The long knife was in his hand, and the tip of the knife was on the ground. Following the pace of the horse's hooves, the tip of the knife

Scratching across the sand, there was a faint rubbing sound.

One after another, the good horses were pacing uneasily.

Some of the owners on their backs were clutching their bleeding throats, making strange noises, unable to make a sound, their neck tendons bulging, their faces flushed. During the struggle, they had turned over and fell to the ground, and some had already died, with a look in their eyes.

There is a hole in the heart, or there is nothing on the shoulders and neck, and the head on the neck is missing.

All dead.

No, not all of them are dead, there are two more.

These are the last two people.

Su Qing's breath was heavy and his eyes were dull. He shook the blood from his sword out of habit. He put the sword into its sheath and then lowered his head. The bell on his wrist was splashed with blood. Su Qing frowned and reached out to put the bell on his clothes.

Wiped it on the corner.

"drive!"

But those two people were so frightened that they lost their fighting spirit and turned around to leave. They wanted to run away.

But as soon as they ran no more than seven or eight steps, the moment the two of them changed directions, they suddenly saw a simple sword behind them, like an arrow leaving a string, and was thrown away by a steady and powerful right hand.

He came out, flew from back to front, and flew about twenty meters. Not only did he fly up the person behind him, but his remaining power was not reduced. Even the person in front was pierced through the chest. The two of them fell down like candied haws.

In the desert, there is no movement.

"Uh~huh~"

Breathe slowly and breathe heavily.

When his breathing gradually calmed down and the wounds on his body gradually stopped bleeding, Su Qing spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva.

He drove his horse and put away the blood drops and his knife one by one. Then, he rode up to the two poor people who were pierced by the long knife. He raised his hand to grasp the handle of the knife and drew it out. The blade automatically

Passing through the air, there was a vibrating buzz, bringing out a stream of hot blood.

Glancing at the mess on the ground and the broken bones and corpses all over the ground, Su Qing's eyes swayed, and his dusty dry lips twitched slightly. He put the long knife on his shoulder and suddenly let out a high-pitched and sharp sound.

He roared loudly, as if he was venting something.

"ah!"

It's just that it's not over yet.

"drive!"

Looking up to the west, Su Qing patted the horse and hurried on, slowly disappearing into the night.
Chapter completed!