The crisp sound of Kara, like the same sound of Kara, the sound of Kara, the sound of despair and shrill Kara, mixed with the screams of the knight, his fingers fell down like ripe fruits, dyed with the flying snowflakes, intertwined with red and white, and the world instantly danced with a brisk symphony of flesh and blood. Then, the knight's forearm was cut into countless thin slices, and then the big arm, and countless thin slices could not die and escape the torture of silver threads, and were cut into thinner pieces.

? Finally, amid his ummy screams, his neck was cut off by a thin silver thread, revealing the bloody organ in his throat. His whole body was cut from it and cut even thinner. The silver thread was dyed blood red, and then fell from the air with the horse body cut into pieces under him. Like a collapsed glacier, a wooden building scorched by flames, the smell of fishy blood spread in the air.

A moment ago, he was a cavalry with a back and a bear-back, unruly ruthless cavalry, and a war horse with a sharp-eyed look.

?The next moment, it turned into two piles of flesh and blood piled up randomly under the snowflakes in the sky and the chaos of the world.

? Hearing the warning from Kuichiro Yamamoto, seeing the miserable deaths of the cavalry in front of them, the black cavalry who fell slightly behind finally had time to react. He felt the strange and terrifying aura in the rain and snow, the thin silver lines that were so thin that they were almost invisible to the naked eye. These black cavalry almost instinctively threw away the spear in their hands, and shot around in panic. They wanted to capture the omnipresent silver lines. They used their hands to lift the reins again, and did not hesitate to pull the war horses on their bodies to almost suffocate, and they also had to stop speed.

The horse neighed in pain, stood up like a human, but its body could not help but continue to move forward. The black cavalry groaned. Seeing the black horses falling into the front uncontrollably, they could only grit their teeth and give up their mounts that they had been together day and night. The hero forced out of his body like a cut off his arm, jumped away from the horse's back, and fell heavily on the wet and muddy ground. Then he stepped on the muddy ground with his feet and sat back desperately. Looking at the dense silver threads in front of him, the black cavalry, who had been showing off his power, instantly turned into a embarrassed look like a dog-like figure, and a look of horror appeared on his pale face.

These black cavalry who had temporarily escaped the disaster had not lost their most instinctive desire to survive. They did not know what danger was hidden behind the harmless smile of the young and lively people, and did not know how this strange silver thread was made. But at the moment when the warning sound of Kuichiro Yamamoto, except for the black cavalry who rushed in the front, everyone else made the fastest and most correct reaction - they abandoned the horses under them, did not care about anything, rolled and crawled on the wet mud, grabbed the ground with their hands, kicked their legs, shivered, and used their four legs together, desperately heading away from the silver threads. They smelled an extremely dangerous breath from Long Junchen's smile.

An innate murderous intent and coldness is colder than the snow and snow in the ice, more fishy than the flesh and blood, and more violent than the sharpness of the spear!

Even so, these black cavalry were still one step slower. The smile on the corner of Long Junchen's mouth slowly spread, and his hands pressed down inadvertently again. After being discarded by his master, several black horses rushed into the symphony of ice and snow and flesh, like a slow-motion replay, which was exactly the same as before. It was cut into pieces of meat by the fine silver thread hidden in the rain and snow. The knights who fled in a hurry could not escape the fate of being wrapped in silver thread like dog skin.

These knights who shouted everywhere, fleeing with fallen flowers, lost their war horses, discarded their spears, and abandoned their armor, but Long Junchen had no intention of letting them go, cutting the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blew.

After staying in Qianxie for so long, Long Junchen had long forgotten how to write the four words "Pity and Compassion". These people are the lackeys of Zi Qilin. If they are not killed today, they will inevitably become the enemy of MI6 in the future.

The flesh and blood symphony was playing excitedly: some knights' thick leather boots were chopped by invisible silver thread, some people's arms were cut open, revealing white bones like lotus root nodes, some people's internal organs were taken out, and the smell was smelly, some people's entire calves were cut off, the section was smooth, and it looked like red circles with white eyes, and there were some moldy white spots in the watermelon, which seemed even more disgusting.

The terrifying howling kept ringing in the rain and snow, penetrated the thick snow curtain and reached the peaceful heaven, and informed the judges, and someone was coming to report it again.

The silver lines in the air that were invisible to the naked eye seemed to be spiritually. Under the command of Long Junchen, this moving and exciting symphony was played, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, chasing and cutting everything with infinite coldness.

?Yamamoto's throat tightened and his brow frowned. He looked at the black cavalry retreating backwards in the rain, observing the source of the silver threads, and had already judged the other party's identity.

Those who manipulate the silver thread came from the country of Shenzhou. The elite of the MI6th Department - the wolf cavalry. As for the weapon used, what the silver thread was, Yamamoto Kuichiro had no idea. The only thing that can be confirmed was that the other party's preparation seemed to be much more sufficient than himself. I don't know when this hunting game, I originally had confidence in myself and became prey.

A guy who looked like a cavalry commander cut off a silver thread that burst out with his hand knife, then shouted angrily, grabbed two slightly injured companions with his back hand, and threw them back hard to the back. However, after a moment of delay, several marks appeared on his armor, which seemed to be about to collapse.

He was a little angry. He looked at Long Junchen with a playful face and bit his tongue. He didn't know where the courage came from, but he actually roared and stopped his retreating figure. A resolutely angry light flashed in his eyes. He pulled out the silver-white sword on the side from his waist, an ancient white sword. The cavalry commander's eyes shot out two sharp lights, and a sword flower danced in front of him. The sword protruded out, provoking the wind and snow all the way, and roaring quickly.
Chapter completed!