The two groups of people intertwined.
Once the fight gets entangled, the imperial court will have no chance of winning.
All the cavalry rushed forward with death-ready eyes.
The warhorse's eyes were covered with a white cloth.
Even if the comrades around him were torn to pieces by a palm.
Even if the body is already full of wounds.
Even though the vision has long been blurred by blood.
They still didn't retreat a single step.
There was not even a hint of hesitation.
Many of them are actually not the elite soldiers in the army who are ready to die.
After all, if there really are hundreds of thousands of elite cavalry who are ready to die.
Daxia had already unified the world.
This is anger.
This is the anger that the people of Daxia have accumulated towards the people of the martial arts world for decades.
A Jianghu man dies for freedom?
Are you touched?
Beneath that freedom are the wives, children and elders of these ordinary people.
They are loved ones, they are relatives and friends.
Beneath the piles of bones lies the so-called freedom of the people in the underworld.
The beloved was abused by the gangsters.
Dignity was trampled underfoot by the gangsters using force.
The food they depended on for survival was taken away by gangsters by force, even though the food in their granaries had already become moldy and smelly.
This is the free man of the world.
The government has the will but not the power.
Because people in the martial arts world can come and go without a trace.
By the time the government finally mobilized a large army, the criminals had already left.
Now they have the chance to take revenge.
How could they bear to take a step back?
Hatred is undoubtedly the best military spirit.
"It's your turn."
Deng Er stood in front of a group of famous martial arts masters.
Each of these people is at the stage of refining the spirit and returning to the void.
There are hundreds of people.
And there is only one Deng Er.
"You think you can catch us all in one fell swoop?"
A group of martial arts masters asked in fear.
"Even if you are the best martial artist in the world, if we all attack you together, you may not be able to kill us all before your internal energy is exhausted!"
A man who was once defeated by Deng Er cursed.
"I have already given you a choice."
"People must always be responsible for their own choices. You have chosen freedom, so I will treat you freely."
Deng Er stretched out his hand.
The spear that nailed the old leader to death was back in his hand again.
"You're not teenagers anymore."
Deng Er didn't know whether he was talking to these defeated generals or to himself.
Now that you are no longer a teenager, you should be responsible for your own choices.
Deng Er raised his spear, attacking without defending, and rushed towards the nearest famous figure in the martial arts world.
The famous martial arts world didn't even have time to fight back.
A long spear pierced his head.
Practice your spirit and return to the realm of emptiness.
No matter where it is, it is a giant.
Even on Blue Star, he is a city-level archbishop.
He was easily killed by Deng Er.
Like slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Deng Er had been to the battlefield, and it could even be said that he was a veteran of the battlefield.
He knew how to take a person's life as quickly as possible.
Not to mention, half of these martial arts celebrities were defeated by him.
"Let's fight."
These celebrities gritted their teeth, drew their swords and charged towards Deng Er.
Deng Er fought against hundreds of enemies of the same level alone.
This is a record that only Zhu Dao Ren of that time could achieve.
However, Taoist Zhu crushed them directly.
But considering the huge difference in size between the two.
It's barely a draw.
An hour passed.
When the last body of the famous martial arts master fell from the sky.
Blood slowly dripped from the spear in Deng Er's hand.
The golden armor on his body had long been dyed blood red.
On the battlefield below.
A soldier from Daxia slowly supported himself and stood up.
Holding the flag of Daxia in his hand.
The bodies of his comrades were beside him.
A warhorse fell beside him with a thud.
Looking at the gangsters rushing towards him.
The soldier slowly closed his eyes.
"We killed five or six of the bandit leaders."
"Sister, Cui'er, I have avenged you."
The soldier no longer held on to his last breath.
Slowly fell down.
But the royal flag of Daxia still stands firm under his support.
There was no longer a single cavalryman standing on the entire battlefield.
With a mortal body, he can fight against the same number of practitioners.
After all, it's still a bit of a fantasy.
But their bravery and fearlessness still reduced the number of people in the martial arts world to only 80,000.
And everyone was injured.
"You want to ride on the Jianghu? That's wishful thinking. Do you really think that after the old emperor rode on the Jianghu, we would be like fools and wait for you to do it again?"
"King Zhenbei, you were once the White-robed Divine Lord."
"Have the flattery of the court officials made you feel weak and limp?"
The gangsters below kept shouting.
Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen died in the battle.
And they still have 80,000 people.
Deng Er is alone now.
No matter how invincible he is in the same realm.
It is also impossible to escape under the siege of 80,000 people.
“........”
Deng Er looked at the battlefield below, which was littered with corpses.
There was no soldier left alive.
All of them died forward.
Deng Er slowly closed his eyes.
It was as if he was really despairing about the failure of his plan.
"Hahaha, the King of Zhenbei who defeated Rongdi was just a reckless man."
More and more people from the martial arts world gathered around.
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