Li Qing let out a fierce howl and charged out like a baleful tiger, moving with astonishing speed. In little more than ten breaths, he flashed and darted his way to the village entrance.
He vaulted into the air and, in a few strides, leaped onto the small hill.
Not far away, some twenty or thirty vicious-looking bandits wielding sharp horse-chopping sabers were charging toward Wo Niu Village.
When this small band of bandits approached the enormous blue-green stone of the crouching ox, Li Qing's blood and qi erupted as he suddenly leaped down from the hill.
"Die!"
At this moment, Li Qing was like a tiger descending the mountain, his momentum at its peak.
bang!
Before the leading bandit had time to react, his head exploded like an unripe melon.
The savage smiles on the faces of the bandits behind him froze in an instant.
"A martial artist! There's a martial artist!"
"Trample him to death! Hurry, trample him to death!"
During their invasion of the Feng Kingdom, they had thoroughly learned just how troublesome and terrifying martial artists were. Nearly every one of them was a meat grinder on the battlefield, and they had to be buried beneath sheer numbers.
Clearly, these bandits from the various grassland tribes already had a set of tactics for dealing with martial artists.
They swiftly formed up, then crazily urged their horses onward, charging at Li Qing with tremendous speed.
This formation was highly particular. Each battle formation consisted of five cavalrymen, charging in a one-three-one formation specifically designed to counter martial artists, using speed and momentum to break apart a martial artist's terrifying killing power.
No matter how powerful a martial artist was, he only had two hands. Even if he could blast apart the cavalryman at the very front, the