Back then, Zhao Yun had charged at the very front, carving his way in and out of an army of two hundred thousand barbarians, forcing their commander to retreat again and again. Now there were only a few tens of thousands of them. What was there to fear?
The barbarian infantry at the rear tried to rush forward with their spears, slowing down Zhao Yun's cavalry.
Wang Mengzi and the Heavenly Sage Sect members had already charged up.
"Kill! Kill!"
With a sweep of his saber, any barbarian spear that tried to block him was chopped apart, along with the heads behind them. Blood splashed all over Wang Mengzi's face!
He grinned wildly, like a madman. His blood was boiling; his sight and hearing had sharpened, and he no longer cared about life or death. He was in his best state now, reacting faster than ever!
"Take them down!"
With another swing of his saber, a barbarian's head flew away. The dozens of men around Wang Mengzi had once been deserters, but now they were as sharp as blades, plunging straight into the barbarian ranks!
"Chop! Chop! Chop!"
Hu Xiaodao's saber whirled so fiercely that it howled through the air!
"Whoosh!"
A barbarian's chest was sliced open. He screamed and fell. Hu Xiaodao did not hesitate. Kicking off the ground, he stomped on the barbarian's chest. With a crack, bones shattered, the barbarian's chest caved in, blood sprayed everywhere, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He had only one breath left!
Using the barbarian as a stepping stone, Hu Xiaodao leaped high into the air. Facing a barbarian a head taller than himself, he showed no fear. *You're ruthless? I'm more ruthless. You're tough? I'm tougher. I've already thrown my life away—what do I have to fear