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"Young master, there are three thousand riders!"

Those who hated as much as Ta Dun couldn't help but twitch a few times. He raised his head and saw that in the valley to the south, the rumbling sounds of horses were getting closer and closer. The shadows of the more than three thousand Knights were getting clearer and clearer, until Ta Dun's eyes popped out in shock.

"Young Master, it's the White Horse Yiping, the White Horse Yiping of Gongsun Zan." The Urushion quickly recognized the person who was quickly rushing over. It was Northeast China of Northeast China, and not a servant of Zhang Chun, who Urushion had always been on guard against.

"This is trouble!" Ta Dun's heart trembled as he sucked in a breath of cold air. Urushion knew that this Gongsun Zan was a complete madman, and viewed Urushion and fresh inferior with especially great hatred. Furthermore, his White Horse Yiping was much more powerful than Zhang Chun's servants, so Ta Dun did not dare to be careless at all. Zachery, go and tell Gongsun Zan that we are here to negotiate. "

"Yes, Young Master."

The Urushion called Sha Sha suddenly grabbed his horse belly and ran towards the valley. He raised his hands high up in the air, waving towards the Chinese cavalry, shouting, but the charging cavalry army was like a flood flowing down the valley, and the Urushion's lonely shadow could only sway along with the wind in the setting sun.

"Puff …"

A cold light flashed, and the Urushion's head, which was called 'Sharp', flew into the air. A wave of blood column soared into the sky. He turned around, unwilling to accept the outcome, only to see that his body had already fallen to the ground. Thousands of iron hooves had trampled over him, and only a puddle of flesh and mud had seeped into the soil.

"Kill …"

Gongsun Zan let out a wild roar, and pointed his silver spear at the sky, causing the thick clouds in the sky to tremble as well. The three thousand White Horse Yiping s behind him were like shadows that followed him. Three thousand horse sabers were held high in the air, and the sharp blade edge of the sabre dyed the west side of the setting sun red.

"Warriors of Wu Huan, the Han people have already raised their machetes. For our Wu Huan's honor, kill …"

Seeing that Sha Sha Sha had been killed, Ta Dun knew that a massacre was inevitable, so in that moment, flames spouted out of his eyes. The Urushion had always been the only one to kill and negotiate, and now the Han people were also doing this, why didn't they make him angry? He pulled out the long knife at his waist and pointed it at the sky.

"Ao Yi..."

More than a thousand Urushion Wolves started howling. In that instant, they looked like wild wolves that had seen blood, their eyes revealed a vicious light. They reached their hands out to pull out the long knife at their waists, and the clear sound of the long knife being unsheathed formed a line, spreading endlessly throughout the entire Xu Wu Mountain Range.

"Kill …"

Both sides let out loud wolf-like roars, raising their swords and spears to the sky, and thousands of cavalrymen rushed out frantically. The two streams of iron started to run at full speed, but it was obvious that the Urushion at the top of the mountain was much faster.

"Clang clang …"

"Ding dang …"

In a split-second, the two iron currents reached their maximum speed, and fiercely clashed against each other, as though they were two giant waves smashing into each other in mid air. The blades and fresh blood flew in countless pieces in the air, and the huge force formed by the Urushion borrowing the momentum of the mountain slope to travel forward was a huge advantage, making up for their lack in numbers.

Gongsun Zan mercilessly pinch the horse belly, and the horse below him immediately let out a tragic cry and stood up, transforming into a ferocious horse that rushed forward as fast as it could. A surge of confidence rose from Gongsun Zan's chest as the spear in his hands flew through the air. At this moment, only by killing in front of them would he be able to break these Urushion's last bit of confidence.

"Shua!"

The sharp blades of the spears sliced through the necks of one Urushion after another. They didn't even have the time to scream before they fell off their horses. The sharp sound of the spear pierced the air, causing everyone to feel pain in their ears. The hissing sound produced by the intense friction of the air was like the hissing of a venomous snake seeping into their hearts.

"Kill!"

Behind Gongsun Zan, the three thousand White Horse Yiping s followed closely, and a wave of ferocity swept towards the Urushion, as the afterglow of the sunset seemed to have gathered at the top of this torrent. The gale that accompanied the gale suddenly congealed into substance, forming a sharp blade-like light that cut through their skin and confused Urushion's eyes. The blade that was held high in the air turned into a touch of ice, as it slashed towards Urushion.

The three thousand White Horse Yiping s were like a hurricane of death, wherever they went, the Urushion s would all dismount. The leader of the Urushion, Ta Dun, had seen countless of brutal massacres, but facing the unstoppable force that was coming towards him, he became extremely flustered. Even when facing the Xianbei fighters, he had not felt such fear.

"Clang …"

A powerful force struck over, the scimitar in his hand was actually unsteady. In his terror, he met White Horse Yiping's eyes, and the long knife in his hands did not stop at all, swinging the weapon in the big sized man's hand, he continued to cut at the man's neck. A hole appeared in the's neck, blood spurted out from it and the White Horse Yiping fell to the ground.

"Kill!"

Gongsun Zan growled, and used his hand to push his horse forward, releasing a tornado of blood and slaughter. Wherever the tornado passed, sand would be swept up, and the berserk Qi would cause the soft and tender grass to shatter into thousands of pieces, just like how a weak human life force would be merged with splattered blood into a wet mist, seeping into the soil, the newly grown tender grass's clear stem veins letting out a tinge of bright red blood.

"Phew …"

The two groups of men passed each other on their horses. The intense battle had already started to come to a halt. The war horses beneath them kept snorting. Only the blood and corpses that littered the ground indicated the tragic outcome of the battle. Both sides turned their horses around and stood facing each other. The chilling evening air came from all directions as the hot blood gradually subsided. A cold wind blew over. This caused many of the people on both sides to shudder.

"We're the emissaries of the peace talks, Wu Huan. Why don't you just charge in and kill us?!"

Ta Dun was the first to speak, and a trace of a cold glare flashed across his gloomy eyes. He used the corner of his eyes to scan the group and could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. In just one charge, half of his team had died. Just who was this damned killer? When did such a vicious Han Chinese appear?

Gongsun Zan laughed coldly, his gaze filled with disdain sweeping across the Urushion's cavalry, looking at the Urushion Knights, as though he was looking at a group of dead men. The cold wind of early spring was still blowing across the vast grassland, and the light rustling sounds still lingered in everyone's ears.

"No reason. You have killed my people at the borders of Youzhou, so you must be punished. Want to negotiate? You do not even have a door, only by killing all you Barbarian will I, the big sized man, be at peace. "

He turned his head to look at the sunset which was about to fall into the Xishan, his grave and stern face slightly moved, the corner of his mouth revealing a trace of a sneer. Once again, he slowly raised the spear in his hand. A stream of blood flowed down the spear shaft, the sharp spear blade had blurred the Urushion's vision.

"Come, you cowardly Chinese, let me teach you the long knife of our Wuhuan Warrior!"

The dark sky regained its light in an instant, and the sights of the place became visible once more. The dew on the grass was stained with a terrifying red, as though the Urushion was in a moment of calamity.

"Ao Yi..."

The Knights of the Wuhuan Tribe roared out once again. The blade edge in the air reflected a dark light, and like a gust of wind, it swept past. The sharp blade edge flew wildly in the air, charging towards the bloodthirsty White Horse Yiping s.

"You're courting death!"

Gongsun Zan bellowed, his legs suddenly grabbed onto the horse belly, and was the first to rush out. Looking at Wuhuan cavalry who only had a few hundred people, all of the White Horse Yiping's revealed looks of contempt, with dense killing intent emanating from them, they raised their blades and urged their horses, shouting as they swept towards Urushion.

Amidst the deafening roars, over three thousand White Horse Yiping raised their sharp weapons one after another, spurring their horses to gallop down the slope they had just occupied. This time, it was the White Horse Yiping's turn to take advantage of the terrain, they roared as they charged into the array of the Urushion, the intense sounds of killing instantly rose to the sky.

Suddenly, Ta Dun woke up from his terror. Suddenly, the heavy sounds of horses galloping could be heard right in front of them, the cold aura of the saber was right in front of them, it was shockingly that they were thousands of Steel Cavalrymen riding with unusual glints of light. Thousands of ice-cold iron hooves were practically flying in the air above the ground, stomping on the ground heavily in the empty valley.

"Clang …"

A blinding flash of a blade came out, Ta Dun casually blocked, only hearing the sound of metal clanging in metal next to his ear, the sword in his hand suddenly disappeared without a trace. When he suddenly turned around and saw the fierce expression on the other party's face, he couldn't help but shiver. At this moment, he was actually afraid. Once upon a time, such a situation would only happen to cowardly Chinese. How could he be afraid of such a day?

"Phew …"

An ear-piercing sound of wind breaking could be heard. The long knife sliced through the air like a poisonous snake and stuck close to its neck, the cold blade almost penetrated into its neck. Ta Dun was shocked, and immediately rolled off the horse. When he was about to lose his life on the horse's hooves, he suddenly felt light on the back of the horse. The feeling of being carried to the other side of the horse by his own people made him feel as if he was a lifetime ago, the cold sweat had completely drenched his clothes on his back and tightly stuck to his body.

"Retreat!" "Quickly retreat!"

Ta Dun could no longer afford to care about the honor of the Wu Huan Tribe. Without waiting for the sound of the blade breaking through the air to appear behind him, he immediately gave the order to retreat. However, the three thousand White Horse Yiping s had already engulfed the several hundred Wuhuan cavalry s like a mountain wind, and a massacre began.

Gongsun Zan raised his spear high up in the air and swept it across heavily like a snow cold glare. When Ta Dun, who was running away heard the sound of the wind, he immediately retracted his blade, but he did not expect that the spear had already pierced through his body. He howled like a wild wolf, echoing through the mountains.

"Hahaha …"

Gongsun Yue faced the sky and laughed. He did not expect that killing the Urushion would be so enjoyable too, the sword in his hand danced crazily in the air, and the cold glare that was accompanied by the setting sun landed on Wu Huan's neck viciously. The soaring blood column reflected the setting sun's afterglow.

"Kill!"

Following shouts after shouts, the long knife s of the White Horse Yiping slashed at the Urushion time and time again. The howling wind created by the blades contained their confidence and heroic spirit which soared to the skies. The sharp Zhanmadao easily cut open the Urushion's chest, causing dark red blood to spurt out.