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Under the dim light of the night, the Steel Cavalry slowed down and slowly approached, giving the people from the northern region immense pressure. The advantage in numbers had disappeared. Facing the Wind Chasing Army that was several times stronger than them, the barbarian cavalry from the northern region had an expression of awe on their faces.

Amongst the numerous Steel Cavalry, the golden colored armor shone with a golden light under the illumination of the fiery light. It was a noble and cold armor. The tall and big black horse stood there. Its cold and handsome face seemed as if it would never melt even after ten thousand years. It was like a pure snow mountain. Its pair of eyes were deep and unfathomable. The general who had frightened the warriors of the northern region was none other than the Battle God King, Feng Qingxiao.

Bartle's pupils suddenly contracted. He did not expect that the War God King would personally lead his troops here at such a fast speed!

Yun Zihuang looked straight at Feng Qingxiao and similarly did not expect that reinforcements would come so quickly. It was him who had personally brought reinforcements to save her.

"War God King!"

"I didn't expect that the God of War would come all the way here to send her off. Your highness should know the princess of Pingping in my hands, if you don't want her to die, please make way for me. Otherwise, your highness will have to choose another fiancée. Come to think of it, I think that the women of the northern region are valiant and valiant, and are even more worthy of the prince. "

"Let her go! This King will let you leave, or I will kill all of you!"

His cold and merciless voice echoed in the deep night in the wilderness. There was not a single trace of emotion in his voice. Instead, it was filled with killing intent.

Battle God King does not seem to care much about your fiancee. Yun Zi Huang, open your mouth and beg your fiance. Otherwise, today will be the day of your death. "

"If you were Feng Qingxiao, would I ask for anything?"

"You are the only daughter of Chu Yunfei, and this identity is very useful. Don't think that you can play any tricks in front of me. If you can't get the War God King to let us go, I don't mind letting you die with us."

"I'll give you guys a way out and let you capture me. Do you think he'll agree?"

"That depends on how important you are in the War God's heart. I guarantee your safety."

"Ai, it sounds not bad. Let me try."

She looked at Feng Qingxiao and said loudly, "Prince, I'm injured. It hurts so much. Hurry up and let them go, or my life will be in danger."

Feng Qingxiao glanced at her, his sword-like eyebrows raised, "How are your injuries?"

She weakly leaned on Battle's chest, looking like she was about to die. "I'm heavily injured and can't be bothered with anything anymore. Make way for them to take me away first."

"Good, open up a path and let them leave."

The Steel Cavalry that was blocking Battle slowly retreated, opening up a path.

Battle said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be so good at pretending. Are all the noble ladies of Tianyuan Nation's capital as good at pretending as you?"

He pushed his horse to the lead and led his men through the path that the Wind Chaser Army had taken.

Wind Blade frowned, "My lord, we must not let them bring the princess away. This general will chase after them and rescue her!"

Feng Qingxiao smirked, "She is not that easy to capture. Pass down the order, Master, prepare to attack at any time."

Bartle felt a little dizzy and weak at the same time. After which, the cold sharpness pierced through his skin and quickly stabbed into his body. At this time, he knew that something was wrong. He grabbed Yun Zihuang's hand and, because he was dizzy and weak, loosened her grip. In the moment between life and death, he quickly moved to the side of the war horse and fell down, trying his best to avoid the fatal blade.

Dark red blood gushed out of the spring. He didn't understand how she had plotted against him, even though both of her hands were in his hands.

The warhorse was still galloping. His body was half hanging on the side of the warhorse while the other half was suspended in the air. The feeling of being powerless and dizzy was even heavier.

A flash of cold light appeared in front of his eyes. Yun Zihuang raised her leg, and a sharp blade appeared from the tip of her foot, kicking towards Battle's neck. He quickly raised his hand to grab her foot, but she was too weak and could only try her best to avert her gaze.

"Hehe, anyone who dares to provoke me will have the will to die."

The short crossbow appeared in Yun Zihuang's hand, and three short crossbows shot towards Battle. He turned pale with fright, he had clearly seen that she did not have a weapon on her body, so where did she take this thing out from?

His feet disengaged from the stirrups, he let go, and his body fell heavily from the horse. He originally wanted to hide under the horse's belly and make some plans, but when the three short crossbows shot out, they were too close and he could only raise his arms to protect the important parts of his body. After his arm was shot, the other two sharp crossbows pierced his body. He could only let go of them and fall heavily from the horse.

He curled up his body and tried his best to protect his vital parts with his four limbs. He was surrounded by the galloping war horses. If a war horse stepped on his body, it would turn him into a pile of meat paste.

Biting down hard on the tip of his tongue, he breathed in a mouthful of blood from the pain, evading the horse that was following closely behind and galloping towards him. Fortunately, the people of the northern region, who had grown up on horses since childhood, were extremely skilled at riding. One of his subordinates hurriedly pushed away the horse's head to avoid stepping on Bartle, bent over from the horse, and grabbed his wrist to lift it up.

At this time, Yun Zihuang was already riding on Barthet's warhorse, speeding off the road towards the Wind Chasing Army. Having lost a man like Bartle, the speed of the war horse was much faster. In order to make it faster, she turned around and fiercely smacked the horse twice. The warhorse was in pain, its four hooves moving even faster as it desperately ran.

"Kill them all! Leave none alive!"

Feng Qingxiao had been looking at Yun Zihuang. Upon seeing this scene, he immediately gave the order.

The Wind Chasing Army immediately urged their horses to meet the enemy and shot sharp arrows, stopping the people of the northern region from chasing Yun Zihuang.

Battle was grabbed by one of his men, and most of his body was still being dragged on the ground. The galloping war horse dragged him across the ground. He gritted his teeth in pain as his body kept touching hard rocks and weeds. It was the constant injuries and intense pain that made his dizziness and powerlessness feel much weaker. Gritting his teeth, he lifted his other hand and grabbed the saddle of his men, slamming his feet into the ground. At this moment, another subordinate approached, bent over the horse, grabbed his belt, and jerked it up.

The man who had grabbed one of his hands turned and grabbed him by the collar and jerked him up. With the help of the two forces, Battle finally managed to roll onto the horse's back, gasping heavily and covered in blood.

"Damn man!"

He cursed harshly, his body drenched in cold sweat from the pain. He held his subordinate's waist and leaned weakly on his subordinate's back. "Charge to the river!"