Heavenly Star

Chapter 207

One minute... Two minutes... Ten kinds

There was more and more blood on his body, and he still didn't fall. His sight was blurred by blood. He stared at the West and moved forward step by step. Whenever his consciousness began to blur, he would bite the tip of his tongue. He can die... But never let Ning Xue be hurt.

Three long guns flew to his feet from three directions. He jumped up, swung his sword, drew a blood arc, and lived in the air. Hundreds of ready bows and arrows were launched together. If the transit locusts shot at his body, ye Wuchen pulled them all down with sword Qi, threw two thunderbolts at the same time, and blew up dozens of bow and arrow cavalry.

When he fell to the ground, his body stumbled. When he stood firm, the star cutting sword in his hand had been taken back by him. The fire elements gathered quickly, threw out a compressed fireball and threw it forward.

The small fireball produced a medium-range explosion, turning the area more than 30 meters in front of him into a sea of fire. For a moment, the horse was in chaos and people were surprised. The shrill scream and scream overlapped together, almost trying to cut through the night sky. Ye Wuchen hugged the frozen snow with both hands and rushed into the fire with his heavy body.

The thick flame covered ye Wuchen's body and burned a large number of people and horses. In the light of the fire, three black balls flew together to the cavalry group, bringing three large pieces of flesh and blood. Then, three more flew out and blew up all the cavalry in front. Finally... Ten thunderbolts scattered to the front.

The cavalry who had learned the power of this terrible firearm fled in panic and wanted to escape, but what was waiting for them was still ten overlapping explosions, which would shake the earthquake and make ten evenly arranged flames the last color in the lives of more than 200 cavalry.

A gap finally appeared in the thick cavalry team. Ye Wuchen rushes out quickly, kicks a horse's cavalry, guards the horse, throws out several flames, forces the cavalry around and in front of him back, highlights the encirclement, and gallops forward.

Severe pain, dizziness, weakness... He kept biting the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake. The horse under him has become his last hope.

The pursuers behind him are like a raging tide. His right hand again threw out five thunderbolts and blew up the nearest waves of cavalry, temporarily pulling away from them.

"Shoot an arrow!"

He shouted loudly behind him, and then there was the sound of pulling the bow together. Ye Wuchen held the last three thunderbolts with trembling hands and threw them back three times when the first bow and arrow was fired.

The first one, a roar and dozens of screams, the archer team closest to ye Wuchen was blown up, the rear was unable to rein in, tripped countless, and became chaotic in the stampede. The second one followed and blew the spared team to the ground, which once again aroused a lot of confusion. The frightened horses became more confused and began to run in directions.

The third one flew far away in a scream, shot at the most dense place of the cavalry team, and then threw a mess, dragging the speed of the whole team forward.

The throwing of the three thunderbolts almost emptied ye Wuchen's remaining strength. With a gentle sword, he stabbed the horse's ass, and the horse ate pain under his crotch. In addition to the shock of the three explosions, he ran forward desperately. However, it was this gentle sword that paralyzed ye Wuchen's whole body on the horse. The star cutting sword that had extinguished the flame fell off from his hand, turned into a golden awn and shot into the center of his eyebrows before falling to the ground.

Although the cavalry is strong, the charge on the battlefield can be described as devastating, but its defects are also obvious. If the horses are frightened, the cavalry will collapse without fighting. The firearm of the flower family, whether it is a small-scale explosion of Lei Zhenzi or a medium-sized explosion of Zhentian thunder, will have several times the effect on cavalry, wounding people first and startling horses first. In addition to the fire in the middle range, ye Wuchen mainly relied on the earthquake thunder to make the cavalry worry about themselves.

At this time, three thunderbolts killed and injured more than 100 cavalry. But the casualties caused by self trampling far exceeded this figure. When they finally adjusted, ye Wuchen was already 100 meters away.

Gale palace, gale slammed the telescope to the ground, and the muscles on his face twitched constantly. The bloody fight did not move him. He thought that ye Wuchen, who was drowned by the crowd, could die at full strength. However, he did not expect that such a huge crowd of people would be torn open by him and escape. Several firearms with amazing power made their distance far apart.

"Is this person... Really still a person... Why, he was not born in my Feng family..."

The wind fiercely gnawed his teeth, and the shock in his heart was already indescribable. Kill the God of war, leave the palace, rush out of the army, and leave again after bloody fighting... He still holds a unharmed girl in his arms. How many terrible things are hidden in him.

By his side, Fengling doesn't know when he has left. Because the direction ye Wuchen fled at this time will kill his ending.

The blood mixed with the sweat that had soaked his whole body flowed down in strands, dripping on the horse and the ground. Ye Wuchen had no strength to straighten his body and collapsed on the horse's back. Only the hand holding Ning Xue was still so powerful and didn't let go. For too long, his left arm had become stiff.