After traveling through time, I rely on force to survive

Wu Meng raised his soft sword and stabbed the enemy soldier in front of him to the ground with one blow. Then, without changing his expression, he continued to move forward and approached the depths of the enemy formation.

He no longer hides his strength.

Perhaps before long, Emperor Dayuan will find out that this reclusive and eccentric state teacher is actually one of Qingli's confidants whom he has always wanted to eliminate.

But so what?

He did not pretend to be the imperial teacher for the sake of fame and fortune.

He has always had only one goal, to spend his entire life to bring his master back.

If it weren't for the previous imperial teacher's instigation, how could Emperor Dayuan treat his master like this?

He just eliminated the source of trouble for his master in advance, and pretended to be the national teacher so that he could do what he wanted with peace of mind.

Besides, Qingli is the most important relative in his life. It took him so many years to find her. Now she is fighting in the front. How can she fight without him?

Wu Meng's eyes were red, and he frantically pulled out the soft sword that had pierced the enemy's corpse, and then swung the sword towards the neck of another enemy soldier.

Xie Xuan'an followed closely behind.

When he didn't know Kung Fu, he wanted to train in the barracks. Now that he was there, he didn't expect the iron-blooded cruelty of the battlefield.

He originally thought that the exhilaration of wielding a sword in the martial arts world could never be compared with the harshness of a brutal battlefield.

He looked at the cruelty bursting out of Wu Meng's body and his behavior which was completely different from his usual behavior, and felt extremely shocked.

Uncle Wu was so brave and courageous, so he couldn't be timid.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship has made some progress.

An enemy soldier rushed over from the side with a long sword in hand. Xie Xuan'an reacted quickly and stabbed the opponent down with a sword, but his face suddenly felt a little cold.

The always elegant Young Master Xie's breathing paused, and his movements were a little slow, while another enemy soldier was already approaching with a knife in hand.

Fortunately, the shadow guard who was protecting him took action in time.

"puff--"

Xie Xuan'an felt a flash before his eyes, and his face felt as if someone had poured a cup of cold tea on him.

He was immediately shocked!

He kicked away the enemy corpse that was about to fall on him, raised his sleeve and casually wiped it across his face, calmed his mind, and followed Wu Meng closely.

It was also the first time for Hu Dabao to kill an enemy on the battlefield.

During the years when he was a gangster, he was just doing minor street fights.

Ever since he followed Li Qingqing, he has been a brick of the revolution, moving wherever he is needed.

Now, in a fit of rage, he actually brought this brick to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

However, as the head of Qingfeng Pavilion who has thirty-six numbered subordinates and several thousand bandit backup forces, how could he show the slightest sign of fear?

In addition to the martial arts his wife taught him, he also learned from Bai Ye later. He is no longer a weakling who can withstand any attack.

Hu Dabao held his breath and stabbed the long sword in his hand into the heart of an enemy soldier.

The moment the enemy's body fell, he felt a sense of pride that made him want to roar to the sky.

"Zhao! I'm also a famous warrior of the Abyss!"

At this moment, Hu Dabao thought of his wife. When he returned, he would have a good talk with her in front of her tomb:

"Your husband and I can also go to the battlefield and kill the enemy like you!"

Wu Meng and his men cooperated with each other and had the same goal, rushing towards the enemy formation that was three layers deep.

But the people inside the enemy camp had no idea what was happening outside.

Li Qingqing was concentrating on dealing with Lian Helan at this time. She vowed to kill him today.

From the very beginning, she had no intention of letting Lian Helan go.

Although she, Li Feng and the soldiers defending the city were at a disadvantage, capturing the enemy commander alive might force them to retreat, but such a strategy was ineffective against Lian Helan.

Based on her understanding of the Northern Territory, it would be better to kill them directly. Without anyone to command them, the Northern Territory's cavalry would naturally be defeated and completely disintegrated.

What's more, Lian Helan is far less useful than Zhao Dipu.

Li Qingqing made up her mind and swung the spear in her hand more fiercely. The tip of the spear was filled with sharp murderous intent, which made He Lan dodge repeatedly, but it also aroused his tremendous anger.

Lian Helan galloped on his horse again. This time he changed his strategy. He used the momentum of his warhorse to lean over and swing his sword, intending to injure the black horse under Li Qingqing first.

Li Qingqing immediately reined in her horse and dodged, thrusting her spear sideways.

"Bang!" The gun barrel hit the blade, and the scimitar was knocked away in an instant.

Lian Helan was suddenly startled. This spear... he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

But before he could think about it, Li Qingqing had already taken advantage of the situation and launched three consecutive attacks on him, forcing him to block desperately, and the horse under him was defeated.

On this side, Li Qingqing was fighting fiercely with Lian Helan, and on the other side, Li Feng was also dealing with two iron cavalrymen.

Li Feng had already suffered multiple injuries, and blood was still slowly seeping out from the deeper wounds on his waist and abdomen along with the broken armor. If he moved even slightly, the wounds all over his body would cause more intense pain.

His expression remained unchanged. He held the spear firmly in his hand, shook the reins in his hand, and rushed towards the cavalry in front of him.

The more disadvantaged you are, the more you must take the initiative!

But in just a moment, he dealt with the enemy soldier.

But the cavalry behind also followed suit.

Li Feng immediately grabbed the reins and controlled the warhorse to dodge. When the warhorse turned around, the spear in his hand did not stop. He quickly turned around and shot the enemy soldier off the horse.

Because his movements were too large, the wound was affected, and a fishy-sweet taste immediately rose to his throat.

He forced himself to hold back and habitually glanced at Li Qingqing who was fighting fiercely with Lian Helan not far away.

Lian Helan, who was so arrogant just now, was now being suppressed by Li Qingqing and had almost no ability to fight back.

Li Feng's anxious heart finally calmed down a little.

He always knew that Li Qingqing was good at martial arts.

But as an older brother, he always wanted to protect her behind him.

But today, he had to rely on his sister's help to escape from danger.

Li Feng smiled bitterly to himself, his gaze lingering on Li Qingqing for a moment, but soon his eyes locked onto a cavalryman not far behind Li Qingqing.

The cavalryman held a bow and arrow in his hand, with the string pulled to the full moon, and was looking for the right opportunity to attack Li Qingqing.

Damn!

Li Feng's heart tightened, he gripped the weapon in his hand, and regardless of everything, he quickly drove his horse towards the cavalryman.

At this time, Li Qingqing also found a suitable opportunity to kill.

At the moment the two horses crossed each other, Li Qingqing suddenly pulled the reins, stopping the black horse abruptly, and at the same time shot a gun straight at Lian Helan's back.

She pulled too hard and the reins in her hand turned the palm of her left hand red.

The black horse under him also raised its front hooves due to the violent pull and let out a painful neigh.

Lian Helan felt a chill on his back, and he suddenly galloped forward to break free from the piercing spear tip.

When he turned his horse around again, he found that the spear seemed to be following him like a shadow and had reached his chest!

"laugh--"

Without giving him a chance to dodge again, the tip of the gun extended and plunged in.

Lian Helan widened his eyes in disbelief. He had encountered such a scene before, but it was his uncle who saved him at that time, so he was not pierced by the gun tip.

now……

Lian Helan looked down at the spear on his chest. Only one person could use this kind of spear technique.

Thinking of what Li Qingqing said before, he suddenly thought of something.

"You are, you are Qing--"

Li Qingqing stared at him expressionlessly. Before he could finish, she exerted force with her hand and twisted the tip of the gun into the hole.

Lian Helan's body stiffened, and his past memories were frozen in an instant as soon as he uncovered them.

The hand holding the knife dropped weakly, and the scimitar fell to the ground along with its owner.

At the same time, an arrow was rushing towards Li Qingqing from a distance!