surnamed Wang

Chapter 66
The appearance of the white-clothed swordsman caused chaos for the North Turkistan Army, but also caused them deep fear:

Was the opponent still human? He actually beheaded the most famous warrior in Beitu with one blow.This level of strength, I am afraid that compared with the number one warrior in North Turkistan, it is not much better.

The swordsman who was in the depths of the enemy army didn't know who he had killed, but felt that the momentum of the surrounding enemy forces suddenly became weaker. Naturally, he would not give up this opportunity, and used sword six, sword seven, sword eight, etc. one after another.

Every time he uses a style, his aura will increase by one point, while the enemy's aura will be reduced by one point. When he uses twelve styles, he is already behind the enemy army. It is a group of heavy armored soldiers wearing iron armor and holding heavy swords.

The white-clothed swordsman, whose murderous aura was at its peak, suddenly sheathed his sword after seeing this group of heavily armored soldiers, and his aggressive aura came to an abrupt end with this move.

The man in white was as calm and calm as he was at the beginning.

Naturally, the heavy armored swordsmen on the opposite side would not give him a chance, and they all raised their heavy swords and rushed towards him. Due to the astonishing weight of their armor, their footsteps stomped on the ground and rumbled. The speed was not very fast, but every step was given Man under heavy pressure.

This group of armored soldiers is the personal guard of the coach in the rear tent, and they are also the most elite team in Beitu. All of them are selected by thousands of people. The strength of the dozen or so people in front of them exceeds that of the one just now. A piercing soldier.

The white-clothed swordsman quietly looked at the dozen or so iron-clad swordsmen running towards him, and when the opponents approached ten steps, he said calmly: "I can break one armor with one sword, and I can do the same for ten armor and a hundred armor." .”

After he finished speaking, more than a dozen armored swordsmen had approached five steps. At this time, the white-clothed swordsman pressed the sword with his left hand again, and reached for the hilt with his right hand. The moment he touched the hilt, his eyes became fierce again, and his momentum was stronger than before. Even stronger, the soldiers who had already rushed forward had an ominous premonition in their hearts, but they were already too close.

The swordsman in white, at this time, the clothes on his body automatically rose up without the wind, and even the surrounding air was a bit cold. Everyone knew that this move was unusual, and the armor was close at hand. He raised it in the air and slashed towards the white-clothed swordsman.

"Sword Thirteen, Ignorant!" Immediately, with the white-clothed swordsman at the center, a storm exploded behind the enemy formation. Crushed.

When the smoke and dust cleared, with the swordsman in white as the center, there was no living thing in a radius of ten paces apart from him, and blood and flesh were sprinkled on the ground that was full of ravines stirred by the sword energy.

The swordsman in white was probably a little tired, sitting cross-legged on the ground, the sword at his waist was back in its sheath, as if it hadn't been drawn out from the beginning to the end.

Although the enemies ten steps away were not affected, they were terrified and no one dared to step forward to test the truth.

After resting for a while, the swordsman stood up and turned to look at the enemy camp.At this moment in the big camp, several people are surrounding one person to persuade:
"Boss, hurry up and leave, the other party has already killed all your personal guards."

"Yes, coach, while he is resting, you hurry up and pass the news to Da Khan."

The Beitu coach who was surrounded in the middle shook his head, "I can't run away. I know how good my personal guard is. If the other party wants to take my life, no one can stop it."

"You are quite sensible!"

Suddenly, a word that made their scalps tingle came from inside the camp, and everyone looked at the door. At some time, the swordsman who destroyed the guards with one move had already entered the camp.

"Who are you? As far as I know, there is no one like you in the Central Plains." The coach who knew that his death was imminent was extremely calm.

"I'm Zhao Zhiyi."

"Zhao Zhiyi... haven't you been missing for 20 years?" The coach Wu Lihan, who is quite familiar with the customs of the Central Plains, couldn't help being stunned.

Zhao Zhiyi became famous 20 years ago, when the young Ulihan was in charge of collecting intelligence in the Central Plains. Sword God".

According to the rumors, Zhao Zhiyi held a sword called "Frost Cold" and acted chivalrously and righteously, eliminating the strong and supporting the weak. It is a very old-fashioned story, but the characteristics of this person are very recognizable: white clothes with a white horse, and a sword in his hand. Silver white sword.

The look even sparked a wave of copycats at the time.

Later, as Zhao Zhiyi suddenly disappeared, the imitators also gradually disappeared. Today, more than 20 years later, a person with the same costume as the rumors suddenly appeared, and his martial arts were so strong, it was almost the same person.

Why Ulihan is so sure, because he knows the Central Plains people too well, and Central Plains warriors have higher spirits than scholars, if he has superb martial arts skills, he will definitely disdain to imitate others.

It's a pity that people who know the Central Plains so well will die here right now...

When Zhao Zhiyi walked out of the camp, the gate was already surrounded by Beitu troops.The sad thing is that among so many people, none of them dared to rush in to disturb this killing god. Just now, he killed more than a dozen armored swordsmen instantly with just one move, which was enough to shock everyone.

Zhao Zhiyi held the head of Beitu coach Ulihan and swaggered in front of Beitu soldiers. This group of experienced soldiers could do nothing but chills in their hearts.

Ulihan opened his eyes wide. At the last moment of his life, he watched his own body crashing to the ground, and the expression of horror and incredulity was forever fixed on his face.

Some North Turkistan soldiers who were not determined had already thrown away their weapons, turned around and mounted their horses to flee. The surrounding North Turkistan soldiers knew very well that once the commander died, no matter how they resisted, they would be defeated.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and more and more northern assault soldiers threw away their weapons and turned on their horses. The number of horses is limited. If they escape late, they may have to be slaughtered.

Fear and uneasiness quickly spread among the North Turkistan Army like a plague. At first, it was the soldiers outside the camp, and then it affected the entire army rear. offensive.

But they soon realized that something was wrong. When they looked back, they saw a large number of soldiers running northward, shouting something. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers in the middle who heard the shouting also began to throw away their armor and ran desperately. , Finally, the group of soldiers who were still resisting in front finally heard the sentence clearly:

"The head coach is dead!"

The front row troops who were still struggling to support were like a discouraged ball in an instant, and the defense line collapsed. They also wanted to run, but unfortunately they were too close to the cavalry of the dynasty. How can people run faster than horses? The dynastic army on horseback was shot dead.

"Fight for fifty miles!" Yan Hanhai gave an order.

The [-] cavalry roared past with overwhelming momentum, and those northern assault soldiers who walked a few steps late were instantly submerged among the horses, and countless corpses were left behind where the iron hooves stepped.

(End of this chapter)