I saw the young white horse player from the book review area of ​​God's Qingfeng's speechless book friend. I felt it was very good.

I took the initiative to add it to the article and please share it with more friends. At the same time, please don’t be surprised by Brother Wushu.

This is also the first fan I have seen, I am very happy...

In the spring of the third year of Chuping, after Fuluo was defeated in the Great City, he regarded as the archer of the Han'an army as the Dong family's son, Dong Qi, and Wu Zhonghou, defeated.

At this time, the Great Chanyu stood on a small mound in the wasteland, looking at the white fields, the cold wind was strong, and the bones were as bright as ice, and it was blowing on Fuluna's thin and blue face, like a knife cutting, but the pain in his body could not replace the pain in his heart.

"120,000, 120,000! In just over two months, the army that was once powerful, now only more than 20,000 remaining soldiers were left." Looking at the sparse generals behind him and the wooden and dull expressions of the soldiers in the distance, his blood suddenly surged, his breath was not smooth, and his chest seemed to be blocked with iron stones. "I'm not willing, I'm not willing." He couldn't help but roar, and his hand came out, punching the snow hill. A pair of red and hungry eyes were splashing in the sky. The sound of gritting teeth rattled, and the three notes seemed to have exhausted all their might and jumped out of their mouths one by one. "Kill!——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

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"Enemy attack!~~~~~" The low cry of Zhanjiao sounded, "Woo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Yu Fuluo's pupils dilated, and he looked disbelief. "These hundreds of white horse knights were brave enough to eat the bear heart and leopard? This guy wanted to come to fight in the daytime? Treat my army as nothing? Treat me as a native chicken and a dog? It's too much to bully people~~~ Damn it!" He tightened the whip in his hand and turned the horse onto it.

The wind blew past his ears, and the earth trembled low under the continuous growth rate of the three thousand iron cavalry. Yu Fuluo raised his long sword and roared, "Boys~~Kill~~Crush into pieces~~No grass left~~" The grassland warriors beside him suffered enough during this period and urgently needed a big victory to vent, and they screamed like qing male wolf.

This team of white horse knights is still gradually increasing at their own pace, and their faces are not affected by the oncoming bloody smell. Compared with the cruelty and chaotic opposite, it is like a pool of clear water, calm and leisurely. The difference between this quiet and moving forms a strong contrast on the battlefield, and a solemn aura quietly arises.

The first young man with white horse and silver armor was wrapped in a snow-white plain scarf, and a three-foot-long streamer danced with the wind. His eyes were cold and lonely. He turned his wrists and backs to his back and his guns were slanted. The horse stepped on the flying snow, and the sky and the earth seemed to melt in the wind and snow. At this moment, the howling north wind sang for him and the trembling wasteland beat the drums for him. At this moment, he forgot his anger, hatred, and sadness. A strange and surging feeling filled his whole body, and there was only a silver gun in his heart.

After a rain of arrows, the two sides gradually approached.

The silver spear swung, "Wind!~~~~" The roar of the young white horse general instantly suppressed the whole audience, as if it was coming from everyone's heart. The momentum of the white horse cavalry became stronger. Yu Fuluo's cavalry couldn't help but feel a little panic, and then he thought of the number of the opponent, and he was sure in his heart. In the past few seconds of change, the formation of the white horse cavalry suddenly changed.

Let us turn our vision to the top of the battlefield, one big and one small, one black and one white torrents approached quickly like two drops of water. Just as we were about to approach, with a roar of "Wind!~~~~", the white droplets suddenly divided into three, the middle lane remained unchanged, and the left and right accelerated towards both sides of the black droplets. The black droplets also changed in the direction of the white droplets, but the black droplets reacted in a messy and disorderly manner, and the ideas were obviously not unified. At this moment, another sound was "passing!~~~~~~" The white droplets on the left and right sides drew two beautiful arc shapes, accelerating again to concentrate in the middle lane, and the middle lane also gradually accelerated. When the three droplets were about to converge, the maximum speed had been reached, forming a thick font-shaped water droplet pierced into the strange-shaped black droplets. The arrowhead was extremely sharp, and the black droplets were cut open without any obstacles.

The yath head was the young white horse general. The people around him were neighing, and the swords were lit and the shadows were silence in his eyes, without fear or decoration. What he saw in his eyes was the white snow, the whistling wind, the heaven and earth were for me, and I was for heaven and earth. At this moment, he knew that he had understood the truth, and the gun was finally completed. The gun was suddenly prosperous, sometimes like Mount Tai pressing the top, as heavy as a thousand pounds, sometimes like an antelope hanging on its horns, without a trace, sometimes like spring breeze and autumn moon, which was stolen, sometimes like pear blossoms, everywhere, and silver spear flew up and down, like dragons going out to sea, covering waves in the military formation, and there was no one in his hands.

Yu Fuluo looked frightened and looked at the white horse knight who was getting closer. The place where the white horse knight passed was like boiling water. The blood flowers flying around were stirred into blood mist by the gun, but the plain scarf on his head was still as bright as this. The annoyance and resentment in his heart eroded like toxins. "If I hadn't underestimated the enemy, I had only brought three thousand horses and horses to pieces. If there was no such big flag beside him, this white horse knight would not have rushed here. If I were only greeted by crossbow arrows." At this time, the white horse knight was approaching, staring at Yu Fuluo's frightened and regretful eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

As if he saw through Yu Fuluo's mind, he slowly spit out a few words, "There is no if." Before he finished speaking, he raised his gun and stabbed him. Yu Fuluo's heart was taken away, and he couldn't help but lift the sword to greet him. The moment the sword and gun collided, the silver spear shook strangely. Yu Fuluo felt a huge force coming, and the tiger's mouth suddenly shattered, and the knife flew in the air. With this shock force, the gun body bent instantly and drew a strange arc, as fast as lightning, as if it was astonishing as a rainbow, and it hit Yu Fuluo's throat. It entered his body three points, not much, no matter how many, the tip of the gun left, blood spurted three feet, and Yu Fuluo turned over and fell under the horse.
Chapter completed!