In ordinary times, the soldiers of Yunqin are better than themselves in serving the horses. Not only do they need to feed on the grass for the last time at night, but also there are many soldiers on duty to help the horses wash their hair, drive away mosquitoes and so on. They are afraid that there will be problems in the use of the horses.

The horses in the army, when they are in urgent need, are equivalent to the lives of soldiers.

At ordinary times, Li Kaiyun naturally cherished the horses and even had a good relationship with several of them. Today, however, his whip fell on the horse for the first time.

The army horse eats pain, then feels to come out urgently, also is desperately sends the foot to rush.

The sound of hooves is like thunder, and the scenery in his eyes is rapidly backward. There is only one thought in Li Kaiyun's heart. If Leng Qiuyu has already had an accident, he will not live.

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At this time, the time is totally inaccurate for Li Kaiyun.

The speed of the army is as fast as electricity, but every step is very long for Li Kaiyun.

He didn't know how long it took. After changing a horse, the ground in his sight began to be full of scattered flags, weapons, broken carriages, corpses, mutilated limbs There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the horses' hooves trampled on the soft and bloody stumps from time to time. The bodies of the soldiers of Yunqin and Dashan were all there, but there was no one standing.

Li Kaiyun's body shook for a moment, and he shouted loudly: "cold autumn language! Autumn language!... "

The voice echoed in the open battlefield, but there was no response.

Li Kaiyun's face was very pale. He forced his eyes to focus on the bodies of the soldiers in black armor. Suddenly, he heard the groans of the wounded who were not dead.

It was a big mang soldier with two cloud Qin black arrows in his chest.

Li Kaiyun swooped in front of the big mang soldier, almost lying on his stomach. He grabbed the big mang soldier whose consciousness was already breaking away with his hands, and shouted: "are there any living Yunqin soldiers! Where are you going! Where are you going? "

The big mang soldier raised his hand, as if trying to point in one direction, but only raised it a few inches, then fell powerlessly, and his breath was cut off.

His breathing pauses, Li Kaiyun's breathing, is also a sudden pause.

At this time, Li Kaiyun suddenly heard the sound of the wind in the distance and the faint sound of swords fighting.

A stream of Qi shot out of his mouth like an arrow. In the next breath, he had jumped on the horse beside him and rushed out towards the sound.

I don't know how long it has been running. The ground seems to be shaking faintly. The sound of Swords is loud. Li Kaiyun sees that there are two armies of Yun Qin and Da Mang, about 200 people each, fighting in the original paddy field.

At this time, the two sides have been fighting to the extent of white heat. Many of the soldiers are cutting close to each other. Many of them have even fallen to the ground and climbed in the mud, using all the tools they can use to fight against each other. Both sides did not expect that a single Sergeant like Li Kaiyun and Qin would suddenly rush here, which was a big surprise.

In a flash, a big mang soldier drove his horse and rushed to Li Kaiyun.

This big mang soldier is armed with a green brown long knife. His body is powerful and brave. At a glance, he knows that he has gone through many battles of life and death.

Li Kaiyun had a slight body shape, and his eyes were still on those soldiers in black armor. At this moment, the big mang soldier rushed to him, but he roared, driving his horse towards the big mang soldier.

The big mang soldier's eyes flashed, but he was not clear. So he shouted in a rough Yunqin voice: "let you know that it's Tibetan Qingxiong who killed you under the big mang Tieling army!"

"Death!"

The two approached in the strong wind, and Li Kaiyun just let out a shriek.

This is the inexplicable palpitation of the big mang valiant riding school named Tibetan Qingxiong. He takes the lead. The green brown long knife in his hand suddenly shines brightly. A ferocious and beautiful blue Python emerges, sweeping Li Kaiyun.

Li Kaiyun has a sword on his back. However, under the sword, his right hand holds the mauve hilt, but there is no soul power flowing out of his hand. All his soul power surged out from under his feet with a loud crack, two stirrups were all broken, and his horses were wailing and all four hoofs were crushed down, almost directly crushed.

Li Kaiyun's body broke away from the horse at that moment, jumped over from the sweeping long knife, stretched his legs forward directly, and the whole person rushed into the middle line of Tibetan Qingxiong, and rode on him at once.

Tibetan Qingxiong had never seen such a way of fighting. He was so shocked that he fell back and dismounted.

Li Kaiyun's left elbow is like a cone, and he lashes hard at Tibetan Qingxiong's face.

Cang Qingxiong roars loudly and overwhelms all the fighting voices. He swivels his long sword and cuts at Li Kaiyun's back.

If this elbow is implemented, his knife is destined to cut off half of Li Kaiyun's body.

However, Li Kaiyun's right hand is still on the sword he brought from qingluan college.

Li Kaiyun's sword came out at this time.

His sword is slightly cocked up, just like a shoulder pole, with the body shoulder as the frame, holding the knife of Tibetan Qingxiong.

It's for qingluan to carry the sword.

"Peng!"

His elbow point is like a gun, which is firmly stuck on the face of Tibetan Qingxiong. With one stroke, it will make Tibetan Qingxiong's face bloody, like a miscellaneous sauce shop.

Under the pressure of Tibetan Qingxiong's knife, Li Kaiyun's body continues to press down suddenly, and the elbow tip once again has forward momentum. In the short space, he once again hits Tibetan Qingxiong's face.

All the sounds in the mouth and nose of Tibetan Qingxiong were cut off, and the seven orifices were shocked with thick blood.

"Poof!"

The general, who was extremely powerful before Yishi, fell to the ground and died instantly, so that all Yunqin people in the battlefield would remember his name.

Li Kaiyun stands up from the body of Tibetan Qingxiong.

All the soldiers of Yunqin and Damian in this battlefield were hindered by his momentum.

Li Kaiyun continues to move forward.

The soldiers in the battlefield wake up like a dream. Several soldiers roar and rush to Li Kaiyun.

Li Kaiyun sword.

Qingluan's sword drawing style.

The body of his sword is dark green, shining crystal light, and the body is not flat and narrow, but almost cylindrical, like a dark green ice edge.

Just one sword pierced the bodies of the two soldiers in front of them, strung them together like a sugar gourd, and smashed them against the body of the third soldier in the rear.

The third big mang soldier was suddenly hit by a fast-moving carriage. His chest was full of the sound of broken bones. A blood mist came out of his mouth, and he fell back.

Cut into the black armor on Li Kaiyun's abdomen. At the moment when the blade cuts a shallow layer of thin armor, Li Kaiyun turns around, cuts into the side of the big mang soldier along the blade, and bumps his shoulder against the big mang soldier.

The big mang soldier flew out and fell to the ground. Li Kaiyun's armor only had a shallow scratch.

After biluoling, Li Kaiyun, who returned to qingluan college with Bian Linghan, Jiang Xiaoyi and others, experienced a long time of one-on-one tutoring by the Qin madman who was killed in the most battle battle formation of Zhige department. Even in the following civil strife in the college, at the request of the Qin madman, Li Kaiyun also participated in some battles in the college, so at the moment, Li Kaiyun not only knew how to fight, but also killed others The enemy is quick to kill. He knows how to save soul power better than ordinary practitioners.

Four more people rushed to Li Kaiyun.

Then four people fell down in an instant, their throats were all cut between the waves of sword light, and even one of them was a great mang practitioner.

The rest of the reckless soldiers were suddenly frightened.

At first, it was obviously the battlefield dominated by these soldiers, which was out of balance in an instant.

Before they made their own considerations, Li Kaiyun took another six steps. Between them, he fell another eight soldiers.

The great mang soldiers began to disperse and flee.

Li Kaiyun holds down the wound of a general of Yunqin who was cut half of his arm by Tibetan Qingxiong, and pulls out a black bandage at a very fast speed to help the general of Yunqin stop bleeding and bandage.

"You are the wind breaking camp? What about the rest and the great mang army? " At the same time, he asked eagerly.

Because of the sharp pain when Li Kaiyun oppressed the wound to stop bleeding, the 30-year-old General of Yunqin was in cold sweat on his forehead, but he responded with great composure: "we belong to the third guerrilla army, and are here to take over the wind breaking camp. When we came, the Stormtrooper battalion had been broken up, and our main battle field was over there. " During the conversation, the general reached out his left hand and pointed to the abandoned farm.

Li Kaiyun's face suddenly darkened a few points. "Where are the remnants of the wind breaking camp?"

The general didn't know Li Kaiyun's mood. At this time, he just thought about the war situation. Many people died. He didn't even ask Li Kaiyun's name, but nodded: "there are not many left in the wind breaking camp It's also very hard to fight there. You should be able to help if you hurry. "

Before the general's voice had fallen, Li Kaiyun had already galloped back, mounted his horse and galloped in the direction he had directed.

After abandoning the farm, it is a land of gentle rolling hills.

On the river beach behind the long and slender hills, a battle is going on in full swing. There are more than 2000 soldiers of Yun Qin and Da mang standing there. They have not formed a formation, and are divided into six or seven battle groups. They are desperately hanging. On the beach, in the river, between the trees lie the bodies of soldiers on both sides, but they are far more than two thousand.

These battalions are moving in disorder on the riverbank. The two sides have been completely mixed with each other and have been fighting for a long time In such a long time, running alone is enough to consume the physical strength of an ordinary soldier, not to mention running. Therefore, most of the soldiers in the battle regiment have reached the limit of their physical strength and their weapons are not flexible. They are fighting on the basis of their instinct and will to survive.

It's impossible for Li Kaiyun to see if there is cold autumn language in it.

Suddenly, he saw some unbroken vehicles gathered in the middle of a battle group. His blood rushed to his head at this moment. With a loud roar, he drove his horse straight to the place from the high slope.

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Li Kaiyun rushed into the battle group.

A big mang soldier fell around him.

He went through the battle groups to rush to where the motorcade was.

He didn't know how many reckless soldiers he killed, and the horses he sat down fell,