My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 300 The king’s sword cuts off the king’s tent

Four soldiers and horses were still attacking the huge camp of the Lutang tribe, and a cart pulled by six horses was rushing towards this side.

The fighting on the northern periphery of the Luotang tribe is still going on. The men, women, old and young of the Luotang tribe are mixed with the soldiers, and they are piled up in front of the Tang army with their flesh and blood.

"These Tutan people are really desperate!" Zhang Yi leaned on his spear and gasped for air. There were corpses of Tutan people around his feet, and there were layers of people blocking the front.

"More crazy than any Tubo I've ever seen..."

Ge Shuhan spat, and the handle of the knife in his hand was too slippery to hold. The soldiers around him still maintained their military formation and moved towards the king's tent bit by bit.

"Second row behind, draw your bow..."

A captain shouted, and when he turned around, he saw a commotion in the rear, and then rows of figures running away. He squinted his eyes and used the firelight around him to see what was coming up behind him. His eyes shrank for a moment and he hurried away. Step aside and give way to the aisle.

Before he could shout, a cart pulled by six horses had already rushed past him. In the distance, Zhang Yi and Ge Shuhan, who were still fighting, heard the movement and the sounds of people behind them dodging and shouting.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Yi turned his head, and a strong wind blew in. A familiar large car rushed to the front of him from his side, with the neighing of war horses and the sound of rolling wheels.

On top of the chariot, a mighty and tall figure, his cloak fluttering in the wind, a high-speed horse with a Xia Wang sword in one hand and a rein in the other, crashed into the crowd.

"Kill with me——"

Su Chen's figure roared out on the chariot, and the Xia Wang Sword in his hand "buzzed" with its blade and slashed across the right side of the chariot, directly setting off a long line of blood in the crowded crowd, and was beaten by six horses running wildly The man who was knocked down by his war horse was instantly crushed under the churning iron hooves.

On and inside the swaying carriage, there were many emperors' heroic laughter "hum hum ha ha".

"Haha! I was as heroic as I was when I chased thousands of troops by myself!" Liu Yu laughed the loudest.

Liu Xie had never been on the battlefield. He squatted on the roof of the car and kept pointing to Su Chen's left and right, "A barbarian is jumping up here!"

What responded to him was Su Chen's sword, which accurately flew back the Kuantan who jumped into the air. He had been practicing "Martial God Gang Qi" for a long time. After entering the grassland, he had already broken through the second level and moved towards the third level. At this level, the internal strength and strength have become extremely great, and a single slash of the sword is much larger than a full-strength strike of Jianghu Ke of the fifth level.

Of course, if he was surrounded by a huge crowd, he would be exhausted.

However, with Zhao Kuangyi's secret technique, Su Chen now felt what it meant to be in a deserted place. It was extremely convenient to control the war horse, the speed was frighteningly fast, and there was no obstacle that he could not pass.

'No wonder Zhao Kuangyi could drive a donkey cart faster than the cavalry back then. I really doubt that he really had this ability...'

At the moment when his thoughts were wandering, the ancestral coffin had already entered the crowd of more than ten feet. Su Chen pulled the reins to the left, and the six galloping horses immediately turned in an arc. Amidst the laughter of a group of emperors, the carriage threw a beautiful Elegant, Jia Xu in the car was pressed against the wall of the car with inertia, and her face was almost squished out of shape.

Taoist Li stepped forward, but was not affected.

Turning the arc and bypassing the ancestral coffin in front of him, Su Chen, full of fighting spirit, wildly swung his sword left and right with red eyes. The long sword blade did not have any gorgeous skills, and he slashed with wide open and wide strokes. Two or three people were knocked to the ground. Many Luotians were startled by the 'chariot' that suddenly rushed in at high speed. Many of them were knocked down and trampled by the horses before they could react, or were slashed by Su Chen's sword. kill.

At this time, we were still more than 300 feet away from the king's tent.

Su Chen let go of the reins, reached out with his left hand to grab, and lifted a piercing spear into his hand. The moment he thought about it, the interested figure of Li Shimin on the roof of the car disappeared.

next moment.

Su Chen opened his eyes, and what appeared in his eyes was the emperor with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in his eyes. He had the Xia King Sword in one hand and a spear in the other. He stood on the chariot like an emperor overlooking all living things in the world.

——God Khan!

In an instant, all around and even in front of the carriage, the Luotans felt a sense of trembling in their hearts for no reason. They almost instinctively retreated left and right. Even when Su Chen's sword and spear were thrust at them, they could not resist. courage.

Behind the carriage, Zhang Yi and Ge Shuhan, who were stunned for a moment, were swept away by Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and thousands of Youyan troops who were attacking. Zhang Yi shouted: "What's going on? Why did the king rush to the front?" !”

Xu Chu turned around honestly and shouted: "The king is shocked!"

"Help!" Many soldiers became energetic in an instant, which was a greater achievement than killing the Luutan people.

In an instant, everyone who was still advancing in the military formation, together with the five thousand fellow Youyan soldiers who came in behind, rushed madly towards the gap that had just been plowed by the ancestral hearse.

As soon as Dian Wei entered the crowd, his eyes instantly turned red. His knotted muscles held up his shoulders. His armor was squeezed and cracked. Every step he took left deep footprints on the ground. His double halberds were moving crazily. Swinging it in a crowd of people, every time it was swung away, it could cut the person's entire body into two pieces, or send it flying into the sky.

Like a demon, he rushed forward with the queue behind him. The two halberds were covered with the blood and minced meat of the Luotang people.

"Your Majesty, Chu is here to save you——"

On the side of Dian Wei, Xu Chu was riding on horseback with his beard spread out and his roaring voice sounding like thunder exploding in people's ears.

The rushing cavalrymen and herdsmen, men, women, old and young, were chopped down by his tiger-headed sword until their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their heads and limbs were scattered everywhere.

……

The king's tent.

Luantang Bagui stood in front of his big chair, listening to the chaotic sounds outside, his old body swaying weakly, and his cloudy eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.He knew that the Yan people were still coming, but he did not speak angrily. He just looked at the tent in silence and silence, the fire spreading out, and a group of Yan cavalry pushing towards him from the sea of ​​​​fire to the east. The king's account.

"How could I give in?" Luoting Bagui whispered with his dry lips. He closed his eyes almost tiredly, raised the porcelain bottle in his hand, and tipped his head back.

More than a dozen red pills were swallowed.

In an instant, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes became denser, and the veins on his thin neck, wrinkled forehead, and back of his hands bulged.

The maid next to her stepped forward worriedly, but he grabbed her by the neck.

click -

That was the sound of bones breaking.

……

Howling!
The white horse neighed outside the king's tent. A figure in white robes and silver armor rode on the horse. He used extremely skilled equestrian skills to bypass the obstruction of a large number of royal guards. The cloth wrapped around his hand had been stained red with blood. The other horse The green sword in his hand was dripping with blood.

The Kuantan people who passed by used their swords and spears to shoot left and right, opening a gap and rushing straight into the tent of King Kuantan Khan, which was no more than ten feet away.

On the other side, Huo Qubing also rode towards him. The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, rushed into the tent in tacit agreement. What they saw was the body of a maid lying next to the brazier, and a skinny old man with a coat open, revealing a shriveled body. His chest and belly, holding a sharp scimitar in his hand, were completely inconsistent with his figure.

When the royal guards came from behind, Zhao Yun raised his gun to stop Huo Qubing, who was about to kill him inside the tent: "Marquis Champion, you go and lead the cavalry, leave this place to me."

"Be careful." Huo Qubing was able to say these words to Zhao Yun, which was a kind of recognition of Zhao Yun. As soon as he finished speaking, he used his backhand sword to approach the soldiers of the king's tent, turned his horse's head and charged directly at the Luantan people who were surrounding him. .

Zhao Yun turned over and dismounted, patted the horse's butt with his sword, and the white horse ran out of the king's tent in a humane manner.

Immediately, Zhao Yun kicked his feet, held a gun in one hand, and a sword in the other and rushed towards Luotang Bagui who was standing in front of the chair. The latter lightly raised the huge scimitar and blocked the blow with a clang. The green sword came, and the thin figure turned slightly to one side almost at the same time, avoiding the gentian spear that also stabbed him.

Turning around and avoiding, the scimitar that was in contact with the Qingzhi Sword was retracted, and the open leather jacket was lifted up. The scimitar in the hand of Luo Ting Ba Gui drew a huge cold light against the lights and bonfire in the tent.

when!
The gun body shook, and the strips of cloth tied to Zhao Yun's hands were shattered in an instant. The surging sword energy lifted the armor leaves on Zhao Yun's body up one by one, and then fell back one by one.

The moment the blow had just passed, Luoting drew the ghost and pulled the knife. The knife pulled him, almost spinning, and slashed at the gun that Zhao Yun was blocking one after another, throwing out sparks.

The thin body burst out with power that did not belong to him, and the power increased every time. If the weapon had not been reforged by cold iron, it would have been broken long ago.

At the moment when No. 17 knife slashed through the barrel of the gun, Zhao Yun slashed out the green sword in his other hand, and was caught by Luo Ting Bugui with his bare hands. He raised his foot and kicked it out. Zhao Yun also raised his foot and kicked it out. The soles of their feet were They collided together and made a muffled sound.

The two of them took a few steps back together. Zhao Yun threw the gentian in his hand, and Luo Danba Gui sidestepped and used his spear to smash the big chair in the first place into pieces.

Luoting Bagui had his fur coat open, his head was almost bald, a few strands of hair hung down on his shoulders, and the huge scimitar slowly lifted from his hand.

"Decades ago, I was the first warrior on the grassland. Decades later, I am still..."

Zhao Yun took off his cloak and iron helmet and threw them to the ground. He held the green sword tightly and pointed it at the opponent slowly, "I can come and go naturally for an army of millions, let alone a small barbarian!"

There was murderous intent in his voice, and a scowl appeared on his face. The edge of the sword almost brought up an afterimage, and he fought with the opponent.

……

Outside the king's tent, thousands of swords flashed and slashed, blood and stumps exploded and splashed, and the high-speed ancestral hearse rushed away the last crowd.

"The devil pulls out the ghost——"

Su Chen knocked away the oncoming cavalry with a spear, and drove the carriage towards the king's tent. Inside, there were flashes of swords and shadows, swaying firelight, and the sound of gold and iron clashing like steel.

"Your Majesty, don't come here!"

Zhao Yun's voice sounded inside, and the next moment, a figure ripped open the leather felt and fabric of the king's tent, flew into the air and rushed towards the ancestral hearse that was also rushing towards him.

It was a thud.

The swords collided with each other, and the scimitar hit Xia Wangjian. A wave of air shot out from between the two of them in an instant. The reins of the cart were broken, and the war horse overturned and fell to the ground. The wheels could not bear the force and snapped, and the carriage tilted.

The big cloak on Su Chen's body was blown away, and his armor burst into pieces, and the Kuetang Bagui who rushed out of the king's tent also flew back, flipped in mid-air, landed on his feet, stepped on the earth and rocks flying all over the sky, and then slid back a few times with all his strength. step.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Yun rushed outside for a few steps and suddenly stopped.

A tall and mighty figure with the King of Xia sword hanging down walked in from the torn hole in the king's tent. The lights in the tent revealed his outline. The mountain armor on his body was cracking and falling off. The figure came in smoothly. He tore off his breastplate and uniform and threw them to the ground.

In the light and shadow, the outline of the muscles appeared stronger and three-dimensional. For a moment, the voice of King Xia of Yan Kingdom sounded in the royal tent.

"The knife in your hand is pretty good!"

(End of this chapter)