Yamamoto Kuichiro narrowed his eyes, and his eyes that were like ink were covered with ink, he was very alert to capture the subtle changes in Long Junchen's expression. His heart slightly shook, and a trace of vigilance flashed through his eyes.

The cold winter snow kept falling. The snow fell on the battlefield full of murderous intent and was instantly steamed into powerless raindrops, washing the heads of those big black horses who were eager to try, but they could never extinguish the irritability and violent fighting spirit in their eyes. They neighed, and their front hooves kept jumping high, and then stepped down heavily, eager to try, and their fighting spirit was high. As long as Yamamoto Kuichiro gave the order, they would inevitably rush up, trampling with horse hooves, stabbing with spears, and crushing with murderous intent.

However, at the moment when the smile on Long Junchen's face changed, the irritable winter snow, the cold wind of winter, and the dark clouds that were floating in the air seemed to have been pressed, and it stopped for a moment. Long Junchen squinted his eyes and stood with his hands on his chest.

He didn't plan to take action at all, but just looked coldly at the black cavalry who rushed towards him, staring at him without squinting, showing extreme contempt and contempt, just like seeing a group of idiots, seeing a group of idiots who overestimated their abilities and were chariots.

Yamamoto's face darkened, and he always felt that he had been insulted. He looked at the gentle smile and his anger surged upwards. He spat gently and said, "Bah, you're a fancy thing, sing to me with the sky, right? I thought I was scared? Humph, I won't eat this, don't pretend to be garlic there and get through it. Rush it for me and kill him!"

Yamamoto Kuichiro shouted loudly, and the black cavalry around him rushed to neigh, trampled on the horse's hooves, and rushed towards Long Junchen.?

The black knight in front began to waving the spear in his hand, silently shaking the energy in his body. His right hand left the reins of the horse, held the spear tightly, his eyes became sharp and murderous. The spear in his hand buzzed and whistled, and the black horse on his body gasped in a hurry and excitedly. The long hair on the horse's neck kept flying in the rain with the final accelerated sprint, looking full of the beauty of power.

The black cavalry did not notice any danger, but just looked at the dying man silently. The spear in his hand was raised above his head, and a cold light flashed away, and it was about to stab.

Long Junchen sighed secretly, sighing at the arrogance and stupidity of these enemies. He really thought he was a naughty man and ran over to fight you head-on. Can you use your brain? I, Long Junchen, are you that stupid?

Long Junchen finally took action. His right hand, which had not moved, gently pressed down. This gesture was extremely subtle and difficult to detect and did not attract anyone's attention. Of course, except those who had been waiting for Long Junchen's orders, and Yamamoto Kuichiro.

The cunning and cunning Kuichiro Yamamoto observed Long Junchen's movements from the beginning. His every move did not escape Yamamoto Kuichiro's eyes, including the almost inaudible gesture, was still caught by Yamamoto Kuichiro. He looked at Long Junchen's leisurely gaze and his face changed drastically. He seemed to notice something. He quickly shouted at the dozen black cavalrymen, "Don't go, there is an ambush!"

However, the warning was still a step slower. The black cavalry was sprinting at high speed. Although Kuichiro Yamamoto issued a warning at the fastest time, even if these people heard his warning and were disciplined enough to execute his orders, they could no longer hold the reins. The dark horses rushed out like arrows from the string! They were self-righteous and could no longer withdraw from this battlefield, and the forward rushing moment could not stop at this time.

Long Junchen's eyes were as thunderous as thunder, silent, indifferent, and miserable as he looked at the black horses. He didn't care about the knights calling out to the sky and the earth on the horses, but felt sorry for these horses. These tall and big horses were all good seeds. If they could be taken to him, they would definitely be raised well. Now, they can only bury these arrogant guys with them.

The black horse sprinted in the front and stepped into the muddy land with one hooves. When Long Junchen was still a few steps away, he suddenly froze, widened his geese, and made a neigh that seemed to cut the air, and then he could no longer move forward.

Because its horse's hooves were broken! The thick white bones like lotus root nodes were mixed with bloodshot and divided into two from the middle of the silver thread.

Immediately afterwards, a thin silver thread appeared on the thick horse's neck. On the black thread, there seemed to be a shiny piece of light, as if it was a fine knife.

The strong horse was like a magic trick, and more fine silver threads appeared out of thin air, constantly tangling layer by layer.

Because the force in different parts is uneven, the silver threads gradually become wider and then separate. The wolf riders lying around use their strength to exert force and straighten the silver thread.

Kara said, the flexible silver thread was still in place, still moving, unscathed. It seemed that it was not the thread that was broken, but something else.

In the next second, the black tall horse, the whole body, turned into countless pieces of meat suspended in the air, with blood vaguely among the pieces, and the air was instantly flooded by the smell of blood. The horse's head at the front quietly broke away from its body. The miserable horse's head seemed to have not adapted to the body's eternal separation in this life, and it was still stubbornly floating forward, and even could see the hot mist sprayed out from the horse's nose, and could hear its gasping sound.

A horse in the sprint turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood in the sprint. When the flesh and blood floated in front of Long Junchen, it cracked and turned into countless bloody spots of light, and then disappeared without any beauty with the bitter cold wind. This scene was extremely strange.

Of course, the horse died miserably, and the knight on the horse's back was naturally not spared. This is a set meal, buy one free, and the innocent horses are dead. You knights who show off their power will naturally go to be buried with you. The knight and the horse have almost the same experience.

His right hand left the reins, and just raised the spear. Before the screaming sound was heard in his mouth, the spear had just revealed a little light of its sharpness, and a deep cut appeared on it, quietly breaking into two pieces. The blade of the spear drooped on the ground like a piece of bread. Immediately afterwards, from the blade of the spear, to the hand where he was holding the spear, a thin silver thread appeared for no reason. A trace of fear and panic from the bone marrow appeared on the knight's arrogant face.

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Chapter completed!