The First Tyrant of Daxia

Cronin killed the horse that Agnes was riding. Now that Agnes was lame, he had no way to rescue Henry at this time.

"I'll come and kill you next time!"

Cronin was extremely angry. He suppressed his anger and glared at Agnes. Then he rode his horse straight towards Qin Yun.

Agnes used his spear to support his body, and a trace of shame and anger flashed in his eyes.

If he hadn't been careless and Henry had successfully attacked him, his legs wouldn't have been injured by them.

Two against one, if they didn't kill him, that's all, what's the point of being so pretentious?

Agnes thought to himself.

Moreover, if he really continued to fight, Agnes was confident that he could at least exchange his life with those of these two guys.

However, he really didn't expect that Cronin still had a bit of rationality in his crippled state, and he could actually think of killing the warhorse under the crotch of this lame man. In this way, he would have no way to stop Cronin from supporting Henry.

But after thinking about it, Agnes felt something was wrong.

Cronin must have thought it through before Hong Wen. If he tried to obstruct him in every way, he would smash the horse under his crotch to pieces, so that he would have no way to stop him.

"What a terrifying guy, he deserves to be on par with me." Agnes couldn't help but mutter to himself with some admiration.

When he saw the miserable and bloody corpse of the warhorse, he couldn't help but shake his head, "But this guy is really a warhorse killer, right? He has already killed two of my warhorses in this battle!"

Then Agnes looked at Cronin who was running towards Qin Yun quickly, but shook his head with some sympathy, "But you have found the wrong person. You have provoked a guy who is more terrible than me."

Thinking of the fierce battle yesterday, Agnes couldn't help but shudder. Even someone like him who despised death couldn't help but feel that Qin Yun was a little creepy.

“Qin Yun, let go of Henry!”

Cronin rushed towards Qin Yun wielding a mace.

Qin Yun's eyes moved, and he swung the Denglong Sword in his hand suddenly, like a burst of silver light, and attacked directly with a fierce murderous aura.

Cronin's mace hit Qin Yun's Denglong Sword, but nothing happened. He quickly turned the mace in his hand, guarding against Qin Yun's attack while moving towards Henry.

Henry was struggling to avoid Qin Yun's pursuit at this time. When he saw Cronin rushing towards him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then, while Qin Yun was not paying attention, he jumped directly onto Cronin's horse.

"Are you all right, old man?"

Cronin asked in a deep voice. Although he was asking Henry behind him, his eyes were always fixed on Qin Yun, as if he was alert to Qin Yun's attack.

Henry was sweating profusely from the pain. The wound on his arm was as painful as if it had been cut with a blunt knife. Large amounts of blood flowed from his broken arm.

He needs treatment as soon as possible, otherwise he will die from excessive pain even if he doesn't die from heavy bleeding.

But Henry was not a good-tempered person. He gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "I'm fine."

Cronin did not believe it. He could tell that Henry was in a very bad condition and he had to leave the battlefield as soon as possible, otherwise Henry would bleed to death.

Qin Yun twisted his wrist, and the Denglong Sword in his hand rotated along with his wrist, reflecting a brighter golden light under the afterglow of dusk, like pieces of golden shining sword energy.

"Cronin? Do you also want to experience my swordsmanship?" Qin Yun looked at Cronin opposite him indifferently, his eyes were calm, unsuspecting, and carried the pressure of an emperor.

Even though Qin Yun's expression did not change, Cronin suddenly felt an imperial aura coming towards him.

He held the mace in his hand horizontally and shouted angrily: "Qin Yun, you hurt my old friend, I will never let you go!"

Cronin would turn his head and say to Henry, "Use that thing to relieve the pain first, and then stop the bleeding. Otherwise, your life is in danger."

Henry nodded, "Just fight, don't worry about me."

As he spoke, Henry took out two black olive-shaped fruits.

The fruit was covered with hairy little thorns, but Henry swallowed it without any hesitation.

The moment he swallowed it, Henry's face turned as ugly as pig liver. His entire face was distorted hideously, and his already ugly face became even uglier in an instant.

Qin Yun looked at it with some curiosity. What was the black olive-shaped fruit that Henry took?

It was covered with thorns and looked scary, but Henry ate it without even peeling the skin.

After eating the black olive-shaped fruit, the painful expression on Henry's face was alleviated a lot.

Henry recovered and said through gritted teeth: "It's okay. After eating the black fruit, I can no longer feel any pain. As long as the bleeding stops, I can still continue to fight!"

Qin Yun looked even more curious. How could the fruit make him feel no pain? Could it be that the fruit had an anesthetic effect that could temporarily make people lose their sense of pain?

Seeing Henry starting to take out the hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding, Qin Yun sneered, "Don't you think highly of me? Treating injuries in front of me? You're courting death!"

Qin Yun urged the warhorse under his crotch and rushed forward. The Denglong Sword in his hand was extremely sharp, flashing with the golden afterglow of the sky.

Cronin gritted his teeth and said, "You continue to heal your wounds, I will stop Qin Yun."

After saying that, Cronin directly turned the mace in his hand, and the heavy mace flipped in the air again, smashing towards Qin Yun with an extremely heavy attack.

Qin Yun pulled the reins and turned the horse around, avoiding Cronin's heavy mace. At the same time, the Denglong Sword in his hand stabbed out from the side, as fast as lightning and as swift as a gale, directly towards Cronin's neck.

Seeing this, Cronin quickly yelled, "Get down."

When Henry heard Cronin's voice, he and Cronin quickly leaned toward the other side of Qin Yun and dodged Qin Yun's Denglong Sword.

Cronin turned his horse around, and the mace in his hand smashed down like a giant's furious blow, shattering the sky.

Qin Yun raised his hand and raised his sword to block, only to hear a clang as the two collided. Qin Yun opened his eyes, and Long Yan became furious. He grabbed the Denglong Sword with both hands and exerted force suddenly.

"Um?!"

Cronin immediately felt the opponent's powerful force coming from his mace, and he even had a feeling that he couldn't control it.

"Can you hold me down? Ant!"

Qin Yun shouted angrily and suddenly overturned Cronin's mace.