Kill one person in three steps, and keep your mind stopping.

Zhao Yu had a knife dripping blood in his palm, and there were headless corpses all over his body. His face was indifferent and his expression was cold.

This murderous aura has reached an indescribable level. Every time I kill someone, my heart becomes colder. Later, it seems like a bystander, his hands are constantly in his mind, but his heart is as quiet as water.

Up to now, nearly 800 Tartar cavalry died in Zhao Yu's hands. In just a few days, he had personally committed such killings, and he was afraid that many generals who fought for life would not be as good as him.

While killing, Zhao Yu's extremely powerful kung fu was completely practiced. What is kung fu? Since ancient times, the ancestors fought through all obstacles, fought wild beasts, nature, and heaven and earth. Kung fu was used to kill and fight.

Only in killing and fighting can we fully experience the true meaning of Kung Fu.

Kung Fu is a wild beast with a huge evil spirit, and the martial virtue that the master once told him was the rope that bound the wild beast. Now, Zhao Yu was like a wild beast that had taken off his reins, revealing the essence of Kung Fu as it was.

Because when he killed these Tartars, he would not have any psychological burden. Because he felt that what he killed was a beast. Because of his parents' hatred, he was irreconcilable!

During this process, the hostility in my heart gradually exploded. At the same time, I also had a deeper understanding of my skills. The murderous aura was boiling, and the qi and blood were high. In just a few days, my ability was improved to a higher level.

Fighting and killing is a shortcut to Zhongnan to promote kung fu’s diligence!

It was morning, and the sun had just risen by less than three o'clock.

After spending most of the night last night and only rested for an hour, Zhao Yu was energetic and came out to hunt again. Those Tartars were his prey.

After reaching his level of physical training, he is almost extraordinary. He has a long energy and full spirit. Every day, if he can rest for an hour, he can completely restore the energy and spirit he consumes, not to mention that his physical condition is extraordinary.

As soon as the sky was bright, it was the time when the Tartars' scouts handed over the mission, Zhao Yu was dispatched. In two hours, several teams of scouts died at his hands.

However, according to Zhao Yu's estimate, the Tartars were probably about to be unable to bear it.

A barbarian like the Tartars has raised the taste of a arrogant soldier and powerful general over the years. How could it be tolerant of a ghost-like person wandering around?

Before, I was unable to get the basics and dared not attack rashly. But so many people died in just a few days. Even if I couldn't get the basics, it was time to come out.

Zhao Yu shook the sword that had just been snatched from the Tatar scout in his palm, and raised his head slightly. He had already clearly felt the vibration of the ground.

That is not the movement that twenty riders can cause, at least thousands of riders!

Moreover, based on his experience of playing hide-and-seek with the Tartars over the past few days, he probably estimated the distance between these cavalry and himself - at least five miles, at most six and a half miles, as well as the speed of these cavalry.

At this speed, it would take about half a stick of incense to appear in your eyes.

Zhao Yu found a horse's corpse and sat down.

He leaned on a sword in one hand, and although he was sitting, he was extremely upright. He was like a stone sculpture, motionless.

In the past few days, every time a team of Tartar cavalry is slaughtered, the sword will be scrapped. Every time I pick up new ones, this makes Zhao Yu a little unhappy. I roughly guess when to get a good knife or a good weapon.

The material must be tough enough to withstand torture. The blade must be sharp enough to cut melons and vegetables even more when you kill. It is best to be heavy enough. This battle knife weighs only more than ten pounds, and it is light and fluttering in your hand, like straw, and it doesn't feel anything.

Zhao Yu sat upright with his horse corpse on his pillow, just waiting for the arrival of the Tartars army. A mere team of scouts, only twenty cavalry, was not enough for him to kill. Every time he was still unsatisfied. When he found the next wave of scouts, the passion dissipated, and was always neither up nor down, empty, and extremely unhappy.

Anyway, I guess the Tartars team should come out to cause trouble for him. Since that's the case, they will be able to do it!

Killing big-headed soldiers every day is also exhausted. It is time to kill a general to relieve his emotions.

As Zhao Yu guessed, about half a stick of incense came to his eyes, a black line appeared in his eyes. The black line rolled up bursts of smoke and dust, fluttered up to a height of 100 feet, rolling like a tide.

Zhao Yu stood up.

He jumped gently, jumped off the horse corpse, stretched out a finger, bounced on the edge of the knife, and with a buzzing sound, the sword made a crisp sound.

Then he dragged the sword backwards and walked around in a leisurely manner, facing the cavalry that was pouring in like a tide, and walked over.

The pace is getting faster and faster, first one step, usually. When it reaches a distance of three hundred steps, it is already one step and one step. When it reaches a distance of one hundred and fifty steps, it is already one step or two step!

The faces of those Tartar cavalry were clearly reflected in Zhao Yu's eyes. Zhao Yu's eyes had not fluctuated at all, just like a quiet spring, with no waves in the ancient well.

The front row of cavalry in the Tartars, a burly general in golden armor, attracted Zhao Yu's attention.

"It's not in vain."

Zhao Yu smiled softly, and was particularly quiet: "My father and my mother have spirits in heaven. Only the generals of the Tartars, the emperors of the Tartars, are qualified to put on the altar!"

Haoge led his army out of the camp and first found a killing site, which was Zhao Yu's first business this morning. Then he found a second place, so he followed the direction of Zhao Yu's killing and chased him all the way.

A figure from afar, holding a sword, stepped forward from a killing field. Haoge was a little confused. He rode on the horse's back and looked down from a high place. He clearly saw the horse corpse and human corpse in the distance. That was their scout!

But what role is this coming?

He never thought that it was such a person who caused the losses of nearly three Niulu in the past few days!

He just thought that this man was probably injured, abandoned by his companions, and then stayed here. He did not think that there was such a person who could kill those elite scouts with his own strength.

There must be a soldier, maybe not many, but it must be the elite among the elite!

The descendants of wild boar skin still have some understanding of the flowers and territories of the Central Plains. The Central Plains are vast and have never lost elites since ancient times. Perhaps the Ming Dynasty has been decayed, but the rotten ship still has three kilograms of nails!

For example, wild boar skin likes to read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and regards it as the guiding ideology of military affairs. It works from the top and the bottom. Huang Taiji and his son Haoge have also read this "military secret book" of the Han people.

Thinking about more than a thousand years ago, in the late Han and Three Kingdoms era, there were many elite troops. For example, the Crane Camp! There were not many people in the Crane Camp, but they could hang on the battlefield and use infantry troops to overwhelm one cavalry.

Therefore, Haoge speculated that it must be an elite force under a general of the Ming Dynasty who broke into the rear, intending to harass and restrain his Qing army in this form.

Just like Qi Jiguang's army decades ago! Even more elite!

But there must be a small number of people!

Therefore, Haoge was confident that he would keep all these Han barbarians with these five elite cavalrymen in his hands!

But what surprised Haoge was that the Han barbarian he thought was injured and abandoned was unexpectedly quick! A distance of hundreds of steps, two cavalrymen who were hedging with all their might would not meet so quickly. As a barbarian who started his career in cavalry, Haoge could easily calculate the time for the battle during the rushing process.

The distance was still far before, and I couldn't see the speed of the person. When I saw it within fifty steps, I was shocked to find that the person took a step and was actually three or four feet away.

With one breath and blinking your eyelids, you took five or six steps!

It's like lightning!

Haoge was shocked and had an idea for a moment - Could it be that the tragedy these days were caused by this person? Just like a general like Lu Bu and Guan Yu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?!

He couldn't help but take a breath and shouted: "Kill!"

Then, with a clang, he raised the sword in his palm!

That person has arrived in front of you!

He didn't have time to say more.

Then I felt a flash in front of me, a light in my hand, and then it seemed to fly up and actually saw my back!

Zhao Yu jumped up, reached out and snatched the sword of the golden-armored general. He took the opportunity to snatch his head, then grabbed his fluffy hair, left his waist, and hung his head on his waist.

The weight of the sword that was snatched from the palm was obviously more advantageous, and then swung a light wheel, and with its arm span and length of the sword, seven or eight human heads rushed into the sky at the same time.

The war horses rushed out with the bodies that had lost their heads.

Zhao Yu pointed his toes and tilted his head to a cavalry rushing under him, landed on the horse's back, and brushed his arm and brushed the body off the horse.

So it was like a bright moon, the sword light was spinning, and the cold flowers were released, bringing up bright blood and ignorant heads!

One thousand five hundred cavalry, not to mention ten thousand horses, but also thousands of troops. In such a military formation, Zhao Yu would never fight on the ground stupidly!

No matter how many cavalrymen collide, their physical energy consumption will increase exponentially, which is not the choice of smart people.

Zhao Yu had never ridden a horse before, but had ridden a deer in the mountains. However, with his ability to control his body and strength, it is easy to learn to ride a horse.

The more powerful the ancient generals are, the stronger the riding skills are. This is not only because of their talent, but because they are strong enough, and their control of their bodies, their control of exertion, and their control of balance are all strong to a considerable extent.

Therefore, it can kill the field directly and horizontally.

Zhao Yu's cultivation level is unprecedented. Before he opened the acupoints, Taoist Qingyun compared him with the King of Chu. After opening the acupoints, he was probably inferior to the King of Chu.
Chapter completed!