"Commander, since we want to act chivalrously, why do we wait until the other party is about to be killed before we come to rescue him?"

Wan Hei Python's mount is an old ox, which is one of the most outstanding spiritual beast riding pets left by the Hundred Beasts Sect in Fengming Mountain. Yang Xingzhou rewarded Wan Hei Python as a mount.

Although this old scalper is called a scalper, it is completely different from the scalpers in ordinary farmers' homes. It has two straight green horns on its forehead, more than a foot long, like two short knives. Because it lowers its head and polishes it on the stone every day, the two horns are sharp.

The horn was polished so brightly that it looked like an edged sword, exuding a fierce and murderous aura.

When Huang Heihu discovered this old scalper, he also liked it very much, but he already had a red flame dragon colt, so he had no choice but to reluctantly give it to Wanhei Python and became Wanhei Python's mount.

This yellow ox has a name, it is called the Wutu Divine Ox. It can travel thousands of miles in a day. It is extremely powerful and has sharp horns. It can kill wolves, tigers and leopards. It is a rare mount, not inferior to Yang Xingzhou, Huang Heihu and others, such as the Red Flame Fire Dragon.

Horse, especially when charging into battle, this scalper plays a great role and is invincible to those who block it.

At this time, the Wanhei Python was riding on the back of the Wutu Divine Bull, with a puzzled look on his face: "Why didn't you just rush over and kill them so that you could save a few more people?"

Yang Xingzhou glanced at Wanhei Python: "You really don't understand?"

Wanhei Python chuckled and asked no more questions.

Although he was timid, he was smart. He had long understood Yang Xingzhou's intentions and knew that his commander had the intention to wait until the two sides were almost done fighting before taking action to kill the enemy, in order to minimize the casualties of his brothers.

However, he has always been characterized by being as timid as a mouse, and he is also very talkative. At this time, he naturally has to do a good job and let everyone behind him know Yang Xingzhou's good intentions.

Being able to conserve one's maximum strength to destroy the enemy, rather than impulsively going to fight, and before fighting, it is best to have a high-sounding reason. This is the lesson Yang Xingzhou taught these people today, this lesson is called thick face

Black-hearted and ruthless!

The group of soldiers following Yang Xingzhou at the scene were all curious about Yang Xingzhou's decision just now. They didn't understand why Yang Xingzhou acted so slowly despite his indignant expression. At this time, after hearing the conversation between Wan Heimang and Yang Xingzhou, he thought

After reading it on the phone, I understood a little bit.

While secretly praising their commander for his thick face and dark heart, they all roared, drew out their spears and spears, and rushed forward.

The red knights in front had been killed by masked men, leaving only two or three big cats and kittens. Except for a man with a pale face and slender figure who was not injured, all the remaining people were injured.

The uninjured man's face was white and beardless, and his skin was as white as transparent, like clear jade. You could see the blood vessels under the skin through the skin. His two dark blue eyes were like two bottomless pools, with a hint of energy.

With the coldness that freezes people's souls, anyone who strikes out like him will basically be unable to stop his enemies in one attack. All the enemies around him will be stabbed to death with one shot, and he will never use a second move to kill someone.

However, it seemed that he had suffered severe injuries before. After killing more than a dozen enemies, blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth. The internal injuries recurred and were difficult to suppress.

He felt that his time had come, and he felt endless sadness in his heart. He flew lightly from his horse, landed next to the cart pulled by the one-horned green-scaled beast, and knelt down on one knee: "Princess, the ambush is fierce, our children

I can no longer hold on. I am also injured and unable to fight against the enemy. I will open a passage for the princess. You can drive the Qinglin beast first to rush out of the encirclement. What lies behind will be blessing or misfortune, life or death. You can only fight.

Give it to God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the side window of the carriage opened, revealing the head of a little girl, who said in a panic: "Eunuch Feng, is there really no other way? The princess is now poisoned and has all her powers.

If you can't resist the enemy, let alone us!"

She spoke with a tearful tone. She looked very frightened, with tears falling down her cheeks and a look of pleading on her face.

Eunuch Feng sighed: "Silly boy, except for the supreme master of Shattering Void, who in the world is immortal? Why should you be afraid?"

When he said this, he raised the spear in his hand and shouted to the two Qinglin beasts pulling the cart: "I'm here to clear the way for you. You can take the princess and run away!"

The fine scales on the two Qinglin beasts exploded all over their bodies, and they leaned forward at the same time, with their four hooves slightly bent, gathering strength and ready to go.

"Want to run away? It's not that easy!"

A tall, masked man shook his long sword and stabbed Eunuch Feng in the left rib: "Feng is free, stay alive!"

Feng Wuwei knelt down and did not get up. As if being pulled by an invisible force, he retreated gently along the ground. He only stepped back half a foot to avoid the lightning-quick stab, and then the spear in his hand suddenly disappeared.

He swept forward and hit the masked man's calf. With a "click", his legs broke immediately. Before the masked man could scream, Feng Wuwei stood up and stepped down, hitting the masked man in the head.

It was crushed and red and white flowed all over the floor.

puff!

After trampling the masked man to death, Feng Wuwei shook his body and spurted blood from his mouth. He leaned limply on the side of the carriage and murmured: "Princess, our family is in trouble!"

A cold voice slowly sounded in the carriage: "Eunuch Feng, please go first and don't worry about us!"

Feng Wuwei smiled bitterly and said: "There is only Feng Wuwen who died in battle, and Feng Wuzhong who did not escape! Princess, let our family fight for you in the end... Huh?"

Just as he was holding on to his spear and about to charge forward, he heard the sound of horse hooves a few miles away. Looking far into the distance, he saw hundreds of elf cavalry in the distance like a rolling torrent. In an instant, they rushed in front of him. The first one

The man in white was holding a spear and riding a red flame dragon colt. He came to the masked man in black. He raised a gun and stabbed the masked man to death, shouting: "Kill!"

A black-faced man riding a Wutu sacred bull next to him waved the iron gun in his hand, turning into gun shadows all over the sky. In an instant, he stabbed two masked men to death. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill, kill, kill, no one can be left alive! Too much!"

It’s dangerous!”

Puff puff!

Amidst the shouts of danger, a spear like a dragon stabbed a stunned masked man to death. The Wutu sacred bull beneath him suddenly arched, and its horns were like two sharp swords, stabbing the intestines of the person in front of him.

A broken belly will lead to an untimely death.

The remaining dozens of masked men had already reacted and let out a roar. The men in black quickly gathered and formed a round formation to resist the enemy, back to back, with all weapons facing outwards, like a group of people.

hedgehog.

Another dozen or so highly skilled Jianghu men in messy clothes shouted loudly, and formed a formation in groups of six, looking warily at the oncoming cavalry. In the circular formation of the men in black, a group of

The man wearing a black iron mask and his whole body wrapped tightly shouted in a low voice: "But Yang Xingzhou from Fengming Mountain? I will use your precious land to kill an enemy and then leave. As long as you don't interfere."

For this matter, all the treasures, weapons, and horses of these people will be given to you. We are just for revenge, and we will not take any money from the property."

Yang Xingzhou sat astride the fire horse, looked at the man in the black iron mask who was talking in the distance, and said with a smile: "You hide your head and show your tail, you know me? You know my name, but you still dare to cause trouble in my territory. You

If you really want revenge, go somewhere else and don’t cause trouble at the foot of Fengming Mountain!"

When he said this, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked up at the sky and saw a huge fiery red bird hovering in the sky. It was extremely handsome. He immediately praised: "What a big bird!"

When Yang Xingzhou raised his head to look at the firebird, the man in the black iron mask in the circle couldn't help but look up. When he raised his head, a gap appeared in his tightly wrapped neck.

The moment the gap was exposed, a small knife silently penetrated the man's neck along the gap.

This is a flying knife.

Romantic Swordsman!
Chapter completed!