The warhorse beneath him was equally valiant, its spear tip continuing its relentless advance, piercing another cavalryman's forehead.

After charging forward for a while, when the momentum subsided, there were eight people impaled on the spear, each with their forehead pierced through.

Li Changzhou burst into laughter, shoved the candied hawthorn into the ground, and with a fierce effort, snatched the spear that was thrusting at him from the side.

With a swift flick of his spear, he smashed the head of the cavalryman on the other side.

Li Changzhou took the lead!

Li Changzhou only had one horse.

When I woke up it was afternoon, the moon was already high in the sky, the warhorses' manes were flying, and sweat and blood were spraying everywhere.

The sound of weapons clashing was short and intense!

Sweat and blood flowed into my eyes, stinging them painfully, and my arms ached so much that I lost all feeling in them.

"kill!

!

The shouts of battle all around were deafening.

Suddenly, the black gun resembled a venomous snake leaping out of the bushes, lunging at Li Changzhou's neck.

Li Changzhou swung his spear to block, then slashed his opponent's body, creating a hole in his own.

He stopped, touched his neck, and felt a sharp pain.

"Li Changzhou, you will die!"

"So many people have died, and you only managed to scratch my skin? How dare you talk such big words?" Li Changzhou reined in his horse and stood in the midst of the army.

The horse was panting heavily, its belly contracting and expanding.

"Above ten thousand men, there are regiments of one hundred thousand; above regiments of one hundred thousand, there are armies of one million. How much skin do you have?"

Li Changzhou planted the spear in the ground, removed a piece of cloth from the hem of his armor, and used his hands and teeth to tie a sword to his hand.

His eyes were fixed on the enemy troops, and a smile always played on his lips.

Simple, too simple. When has he ever stopped fighting against fate? This is actually one of the challenges?

With a clench of his teeth, he pulled the cloth tight and grabbed the spear with his right hand.

The enemy general stopped talking and raised his hand: "Pull!"

Tens of thousands of people drew their bows, and countless arrows were nocked.

Each bowstring gleamed in the moonlight, brimming with explosive tension and chilling killing intent.

"put!"

Dark clouds loomed overhead, and arrows rained down from the sky.

Li Changzhou wielded his spear with impenetrable skill.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and he was like a nail driven into the army.

No matter how many times you kill them, you can't kill them all.

The sword has been chipped and dulled.

laugh!

Amidst countless sounds of swords piercing flesh, this one caused Li Changzhou to feel a rapidly spreading numbness.

He felt warm blood flowing down his thigh.

The horse let out a mournful neigh, stumbled and fell, rolled to its feet, swung its sword, and a head flew into the air!

He raised his right wrist, ready to strike again.

A long sword struck his right shoulder, while two other swords simultaneously struck his wrists.

He saw with his own eyes his right arm fly off, still clutching the dented, blood-soaked spear in his hand.

Blood gushed from his right arm. His opponent hadn't cut him cleanly enough; some flesh had just been scraped off the bone, leaving long bones hanging from his right arm like bamboo poles.

The constantly overflowing blood accumulated into small pools at his feet.

"Li Changzhou, what else do you have to say?"

Countless spears were thrust forward, pressing against his entire body.

Li Changzhou raised his head, smiled at the enemy general, and stood up to continue wielding his sword.

Countless spears were thrust forward and pierced his body.