Chapter 870 (2/2)

Ride the horse, rush into the center of the command of xuanyuanche side, Ryukyu Horse Station.

Xuanyuanche stands on the chariot, the iron armor is shining in the golden light, sending out the air of iron killing, which is majestic.

In the direction of soft sword, thousands of soldiers and horses move together.

With a sword, xuanyuanche looks around the battlefield, and looks at Ryukyu who is coming here.

Ryukyu Dynasty xuanyuanche raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but drove the horse closer to xuanyuanche's chariot.

Language exchange, silent exchange in that eye.

The war is fierce, and the sound of bloodthirsty is rising one after another.

In all ages, the most heroic thing is to fight in the battlefield.

I can only see the cold sword and spear, in the gorgeous golden sunshine, with the gloomy light, merciless vertical and horizontal.

The blood splashed out along the cold light, sprinkling to the sky, like a thin layer of red fog, blocking the sun, so beautiful, but so cruel.

The horses roared and the swords came and went.