Chapter 423 Iron Ride

Ye Yingru clenched her fist, and her body seemed to tremble by the cold wind. After a few seconds, she said, "This is the peace given to them by God, and they can't suffer bad luck because of my existence. Let's go down and stop that group of villains!"

"No." Fang Qiuyao said calmly, "If that's Uncle Ye's trap, we will just fall into the trap now. Before they find us, we should find a place to hide and make plans slowly.

"Am I just watching those innocent people die for me?" Ye Yingru's face was red because of anger, but she showed an amazing charm. "What about Mr. Fang, what about your sense of justice and your sympathy?"

Fang Qiuyao turned his head to avoid her sight and whispered, "The chivalry should also be done according to your ability, not to die in vain." He guessed that Ye Yingru might have remembered Tuzhao Village destroyed by zombies, so he suddenly became so sad. However, as the decision maker of the current team, he had to harden his heart and refuse the request of his beloved.

"Faong, you are wrong. If the second uncle lays an ambush here, there will definitely be masters who are not inferior to you. Since you can see him, there is no reason why he can't see you. They will come soon. We are hesitant now. We just give them a chance to break each other. It's better to rush over..."

When Ye Yingru said this, she didn't see his reaction. She suddenly came over, grabbed his hand and said softly, "Mr. Fang, I beg you, okay?"

Feel the weak and boneless cold in his hand, Fang Qiuyao trembled all over, and his heart was turbulent for a moment. When he finally calmed down, he caught a glimpse of the water in the girl's eyes, and his chest suddenly hurt, as if a soft string had been touched in his heart. He blurted out, "I promise you! Let's go now!"

The group hurried to the foot of the mountain.

The village is extremely deserted, at least on the periphery. The door of every family is closed. Fang Qiuyao only heard the sound of depressed and weak breathing in the room, which sounded only a little old, weak and sick. There was a messy fight in the distance ahead. It seemed that the combative villagers had gone there, and the situation was really critical. Fang Qiuyao didn't care about appreciating these house styles that were obviously different from ordinary villages, and strode to the center of the village.

The shouting is getting closer and closer, but the voice is getting lower and lower, but a few screams are very sad. Fang Qiuyao's heart tightened, showed his body under the urging of Ye Yingru, and went ahead.

When he ran out of the dense house and landed, he was behind a man and a horse, and immediately several knights waved iron guns and stabbed him.

Fang Qiuyao waved his sword, passed through the cracks of the iron gun, passed by the war horse, and then quickly turned back. One person and one sword took them off the horse.

More knights turned their horses and rushed to him in a blink of an eye. However, in the few seconds before that, Fang Qiuyao had already had a panoramic view of the situation at this moment.

This is a team of well-trained elite cavalry! Riding a colorful green horse, all with iron guns and exactly the same costume. When this army of nearly 100 people rushed in together, it brought not only shock to the opponent - but also destruction!

Sure enough, it was a prembushet...

A bitter smile appeared on Fang Qiuyao's face. It seems that the promise promised to the beauty can only be repaid with her life!

In the face of such a dense battle, there is no way to use exquisite swordsmanship. The only solution for today is--

He suddenly withdrew the sword into the sheath, bent down and picked up the long gun left by the dead knight, and rushed up when the horse's hoof rushed forward. He roared, and the iron gun swept through the fierce storm, and the strength of the collapsed rock shook a row of four cavalrymen with armor from the back of the horse and fell under the hooves of the following companions. He quickly waved his long gun and picked the two horses in the middle to both sides to meet the second row of cavalry. There is no need for superb shooting skills. Just by overwhelming power and speed, it is enough to gain an advantage in the frontal collision.

The third row of cavalry!

His arms were a little numb, the wound on his left shoulder cracked, and blood flowed out. However, he believes that his image at this time is extremely glorious and noble, especially in the eyes of those villagers who have lost resistance. White clothes, silver guns, teenagers, isn't this the most classic heroic image? Damn robbers, you should be afraid in the light of my son!

There was a low shout from the center of the team, and the fourth row of cavalry did not run over. With the hissing of the horses, all the knights stopped the momentum, and the neat and uniform action chilled the young master of the Hunjiang Gang. Such a disciplined army can never be trained by Jianghu people. Could it be... Fang Qiuyao glanced at the source of the sound and saw an unusually tall figure. He rode on a jujube-red majestic horse, wearing a green robe and soap armor all over his body and holding a square painting halberd in his hand. He is undoubtedly the leader of this unit.

The man was not murderous and was not as evil as an ordinary general. His eyes were only empty and indifferent. However, the endless coldness from it made Fang Qiuyao feel more terrible fear than Black Rock.

Haha, what a legendary scene a young hero with a silver gun and plain clothes challenges dozens of evil and powerful knights! However, unfortunately, I'm afraid no one can spread this story...

Fang Qiuyao's heart was sad, threw down the iron gun, pulled out his long sword again, and shouted in a low voice, "The name of the person who comes!"

With another deep order from the knight leader, in a breath, the four cavalry lined up in two rows, cling close to the wall, making room for the leader to drive his horse forward.

"Juyizhuang, Longshou." The man's tone was monotonous and indifferent, without any human feelings, like a dull metal.

Hearing the name, Fang Qiuyao's heart completely sank. It seems that I really can't leave here today.

He cheered up and reported his surname: "I'm Fang Qiuyao from Hunjiang, and I'm here to teach Mr. Long Shou's high skills!"

After saying this, he threw down all the distracting thoughts and met the other's eyes. The long sword provoked, and the blue true air gushed out, condensed into another extended tip of the sword and shot into the dragon's head. He ran so fast that he almost rose in the air. Halfway, the sword had come out of the palm of his hand, like one of the most violent arrows, and the hissing wind seemed to be shouting to penetrate everything.

At this time, Long Shou's answer was still transmitted in the air: "Oh--"

It was not until the sword spirit came to him that he raised his arm in a hurry. The painting halberd in his palm suddenly melted into a blue shadow and picked it lightly. The violent sword that shot over made a crisp sad sound and tilted aside.

The dragon's head raised his arm again, and the shadow of the halberd flashed and handed it to Fang Qiuyao's door. The sad wind and the smell of bloody rust made his blood almost freeze.