Pirate: My apprentice’s name is Whitebeard

Holding the

reins in his left hand and Zhan Lu in his right hand, Liu Qi's dantian exerts his strength.

"I am the queen of Liu Yu, the king of Lugong of the Western Han Dynasty, Liu Qi, the son of Liu Biao, and other aliens, and I will die quickly!"

Even though this will alert these Wuhuan iron cavalry, this roar also makes the white horse who followed Liu Qi more focused.

Wuhuan is good at riding and shooting, and makes a living from nomadism.

After hearing Liu Qi's voice, these Wuhuan iron horsemen immediately opened their bows and arrows and attacked.

But at the beginning, Liu Qi got the title of "Martial Saint" from the system, whether it was strength, agility or riding, he had the ability of a grandmaster.

Just bows and arrows, there is no way to help Liu Qi.

What's more, the ink scale under him is a BMW, and the speed is so high, it is naturally easy to dodge the bow and arrow.

Zhao Yun followed closely behind Liu Qi, brandishing the bright silver spear in his hand, blocking the bow and arrow that shot at him.

"Where righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand! The sky can be learned, and the white horse is the proof!" I

don't know who shouted first, and the rest of the white horse righteous followers shouted one after another.

Suddenly, Liu Qi's side was huge.

This group of Wuhuan iron horsemen had just carried out a raid, and they were resting their horses, preparing to attack in a while, and now they were naturally in a hurry.

The bow and arrows of the Wuhuan Iron Rider did not cause any casualties to the White Horse Yicong.

And now, Liu Qi has taken the lead in coming to Wuhuan within twenty steps of the Iron Horse.

"Today, you should be damned!" Liu

Qi released the reins with his left hand and took out dozens of bows and arrows from the quiver on his horse's back.

He didn't draw his bow, but used all his strength to throw it at these black iron horsemen.

The power of the Martial Saint is very comparable.

Before the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry could react, these dozens of bows and arrows had already arrived.

Although the arrow did not miss, it also hit seven people.

And these seven people were pierced by bows and arrows at the same time, and the whole person fell to the ground after being impacted, losing their combat strength.

At this time, the Wuhuan iron cavalry also calmed down from the previous panic, gave up their bows and arrows, took out their scimitars one by one, and rushed towards Liu Qi, Zhao Yun and Bai Ma Yicong.

Liu Qi was not afraid, and whipped the ink scales a few times, and one man and one horse rushed into the Wuhuan iron horse like arrows off the string.

One stab

, one slash

, one slash

, one pick, one

break!

Just the first impact, Liu Qi killed dozens of Wuhuan iron horsemen.

But he didn't stop killing right away.

Now Liu Qi is in the center of these Wuhuan iron cavalry, surrounded by more than 20 Wuhuan iron cavalry, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Liu Qi held Zhan Lu in his right hand, stood on the ink scales with both feet, and then kicked it, boom!

The whole person flew out in an instant, Liu Qi waved the Zhan Lu sword at the same time, and slashed three times in a row, and the necks of the two Wuhuan iron horsemen opposite him were cut off.

With a turn, Liu Qi kicked on the corpses of the two Wuhuan iron riders, and returned to the ink scales again.

As for Zhao Yun, he was even more courageous, with a bright silver spear in his hand, as if he had entered the point of integrating man and gun.

Zhao Yun brandished the bright silver spear in his hand, and the continuous sound of breaking the air reached the ears of the people around him.

Every time the air was broken, a Wuhuan Iron Rider was killed by

Zhao Yun!"Ah!"

Zhao Yun roared angrily, and the strength in his hand became a little heavier.

It was just a shot, but the long pole stunned a black iron rider from his horse.

At this time, everyone has already killed the red eye.

Whether it is Liu Qi, Zhao Yun or other White Horse followers.

The Wuhuan Iron Rider is extremely cruel.

Children were killed, and entire villages were slaughtered.

This disaster, the white horse who was fighting more or less well.

Who doesn't have a father and mother? Who doesn't have

relatives?

If these Wuhuan iron riders are let go today, next time, the souls of these dog mongrels under the knife may be their relatives!

The white horse servants can be said to have taken out 120 percent of their strength.

For one.

"A group of brutes, you deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"

Wuhuan Iron Cavalry has about 400 people, and the Baima Yi led by Liu Qi has only 100 people.

Although Liu Qi, Zhao Yun and others are strong, they can fight against hundreds.

Most of them had to face four black horsemen from one person.

Even if he is injured, his heart is not cold.

Even if he dies, the blood in his heart is still there!

These white horse followers relied on the anger in their hearts for the Wuhuan Iron Rider and the courage they had cultivated.

Zhao Yun's brother Zhao Yi is also familiar with marksmanship, and Zhao Yun is exactly one front and one back, and at the same time flanks these Wuhuan iron horses.

"Die!"

was a bloody flower.

A single shot is stabbed, and it is the life of a dog riding on the black and iron iron! Only

by solving these alien races can the surrounding people live in peace.

In

just half an hour, more than 200 Wuhuan horsemen were killed, and nearly 100 Wuhuan horsemen were seriously injured.

Zhao Yun's white robe had completely turned blood-red, and from a distance, it was impossible to tell that this robe was once white.

As for Liu Qi, although there was not a trace of blood left on the Zhan Lu sword blade in his hand, the ground had already been soaked with blood that had slid down from the blade.

"Don't say it, a divine soldier is a divine soldier.

Liu Qi glanced at Zhan Lu in his hand and couldn't help but praise in his heart.

The Wuhuan Iron Cavalry with combat effectiveness is only the last hundred left.

A hundred white horse righteous servants fought against a hundred Wuhuan iron horsemen, and the result was beyond doubt.

But Liu Qi still felt unhappy, these guys should go back to their own grassland

! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bai Ma Yicong surrounded these Wuhuan iron horsemen, and did not think about benevolence and righteousness at all, and directly opened their

bows and arrows!

Seeing that dozens of bows and arrows were shooting towards him, the eyes of these Wuhuan iron horsemen were full of despair.

Over the years, the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry would invade the Han from time to time.

No one

will be soft! If you are soft on the enemy, you will be soft on yourself!

The arrows were not missed, and then two rounds of attacks followed, and all these black iron horsemen were killed.

Including more than a hundred seriously injured Wuhuan Iron Horsemen who had no way to hold their weapons.

Watching the White Horse Servants hack to death the last seriously injured Wuhuan Iron Horseman, Liu Qi slowly dismounted and put the Zhan Lu Sword in his hand into the scabbard,

"Lord."

Zhao Yun took his bright silver spear in his hand and immediately followed Liu Qi's side.

Liu Qi nodded, did not speak, but slowly took out a kettle and drank it in a big gulp.

Is it

a relief? It's a little bit.

But it's not enough!

Liu Qi is not a person of this era, compared with those who don't care about the life and death of ordinary people, Liu Qi hopes that these ordinary people can live a good life.

But now in this situation of the big man, there is no way at all.

"It's not enough, I'm not good enough!".