The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Hugh De Pan? Who is that?"

Hearing this name, Qin Yun frowned slightly, as if there was no such person among the famous Western generals.

Elder Feng's face darkened slightly: "Your Majesty, this man is a master of the Western martial arts world, very powerful, I didn't expect that he would actually join the army."

Then, Mr. Feng recognized several more people among them, all of whom were masters of the Western martial arts world.

"All these people have actually joined the army!" Old Feng said with some surprise.

Although the cultural environments of the East and the West are different, the customs in the martial arts world are actually similar.

Most masters, unless they are trained by the royal family, are rarely willing to accept discipline.

Just like that year, Tao Yang was sent to find Murong Shunhua, but in the end he failed to accomplish his task and was beaten up instead.

Although the main reason was that Murong Shunhua believed that Qin Yun was a tyrant, it can also be seen from this that most martial arts masters are resistant to the imperial family.

Of course, there are also people who are willing to risk their lives, otherwise where would the Jinyiwei come from so many people?

With just a casual glance, Old Feng discovered that a large number of martial arts masters were hiding among the chaotic army. He could tell what they were up to with just a little guessing.

Qin Yun snorted coldly, his face showing disdain: "It's just an assassination. In all these years, I have never been afraid of it."

At this moment, his brows suddenly tightened, and a fatal sense of crisis suddenly exploded!

The hairs on his back, covered by armor, suddenly stood up, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious and terrifying beast!

Whoosh!

A cold arrow broke through the air, piercing through the army with precision, whistling with boundless murderous intent, heading straight for Qin Yun!

The arrow was extremely fast, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye and arriving in an instant!

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Old Feng roared, and his old body burst into astonishing speed at this moment, flying in front of Qin Yun.

clang!

The iron-hard palm slapped out fiercely, and a sharp clanging sound echoed. The fatal arrow was hit and flew out at an angle, and was crookedly inserted into the mud.

Even though Qin Yun was extremely courageous, he was still frightened by this arrow and broke into a cold sweat!

"What a sharp arrow!"

He looked up and saw a pair of sharp light golden pupils flashing through the crowd, full of mockery.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent's figure disappeared in the military formation.

It is very easy for a person to hide in the midst of chaos.

"Your Majesty, this man is the Western archer Tokros, who has ambushed and killed many of our generals in previous wars!"

During the three years of the war, not only was the West investigating Daxia's situation, but Daxia also obtained intelligence on many famous Western generals.

Hearing this name, Qin Yun immediately remembered the records about the other party. It was said that this person was able to shoot down the sun with one arrow and take the head of a general from a thousand miles away.

"Humph, you are just seeking fame and reputation!"

Qin Yun snorted coldly and continued to swing his sword, showing no fear at all.

Now that he was here, there was no reason for him to retreat until Barry was completely defeated.

Seeing this, Old Feng did not try to persuade them, but instead wandered around the battlefield, alert for possible ambushes or attacks at any time!

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows kept coming from all directions, and almost every arrow had a tricky angle. Even though Old Feng was very powerful, he still felt a little embarrassed helping Qin Yun resist among thousands of soldiers.

After all, most of these arrows are mixed in with ordinary stray arrows and can be easily overlooked if one is not careful!

clang!

Qin Yun swung his sword to deflect the arrows that were flying at him, with an annoyed look on his face.

"Mr. Feng, don't worry about me, go kill this guy!"

Toklos was like an annoying fly, always hovering around the edge of the battlefield and shooting arrows, making it difficult to find him for a while.

Although Mr. Feng is very powerful, he can only passively defend in order to protect Qin Yun's safety.

Hearing this, Mr. Feng refused without hesitation: "But, Your Majesty, your safety..."

"Don't worry, Master Feng, you can do whatever you want!"

Qin Yun waved his hand majestically, as if he didn't care about his own life or death, showing his kingly temperament.

Seeing Qin Yun's attitude, Old Feng hesitated for a moment, then tapped his toes lightly, turned into a phantom, and broke into the enemy camp like a ghost.

An angry growl followed.

"Thief, come and get your life!"

The next moment, horrified Western discourse suddenly exploded.

"What the hell!"

Chi!

The sound of leather breaking could be clearly heard, accompanied by splashing blood!

I saw a disheveled figure holding a longbow suddenly rushing out from the enemy army and flying towards the rear. From afar, I could see a look of fear on his well-defined face.

Behind him, a gray figure followed him like a ghost, and black shadows slashed out, making Cross look miserable!

Old Feng’s strength was still strong. Even though there were chaotic troops around him, he was still able to suppress and beat Toukros.

In just a few breaths, Tocross was seriously injured, covered with scars, and was about to die!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Suddenly, dozens of black shadows suddenly rushed out from the army formation, like a big net, covering Feng Lao.

"Damn it! How dare you, the thieves, ambush me!"

Old Feng was shocked and angry, but he did not panic. Instead, his attack became more fierce and he repelled several people in an instant!

But he couldn't escape from the siege of dozens of people in a short time. Even with Mr. Feng's strength, he was trapped!

Upon seeing this, Qin Yun immediately ordered the soldiers around him to send some of them to help Old Feng escape!

Over the years, Mr. Feng has been both his teacher and friend, and he would never let him fall into danger!

Soon, a team of fully armed soldiers rushed into the army and headed straight for where Mr. Feng was!

"Qin Yun, it seems a little strange."

Murong Shunhua's graceful voice rang in his ears.

After entering the battlefield, she seemed to have turned back into the proud headmaster of Yaoyue Palace, even her name had changed.

Qin Yun didn't care about these details. He just squinted his eyes and looked around. He nodded and said softly: "I found out that these guys seem to be intentionally moving the people around me away!"

Whether it was the elite cavalry before or the current expert raid, they all seemed deadly but were actually ineffective.

"What on earth does this guy Barry want to do?"

Qin Yun swung his sword while pondering Barry's intention.

At the same time he was being attacked, the situation on the battlefield changed.

The Western army, which was already completely at a disadvantage, suddenly launched a fierce attack again for some reason, and rushed forward almost risking their lives.

When people fell down, they used their hands to hold them and their teeth to bite them, trying to slow down the pace of the Shenji Battalion in the front.

This almost scoundrel-like fighting style actually caused considerable damage to the Shenji Camp, forcing Qin Yun to send the Xiliang Iron Cavalry to provide support.

Although victory is inevitable, he does not want the Shenji Camp to suffer too much loss.

After all, this was the army he had spent a lot of effort to build, and it would be a huge loss to exchange it with a bunch of desperadoes!