The white clouds are flying, the sun is shining, and the **** grassland shines.

The corner of the eye swept to Xuanyuan Che in the direction of her, and the eyes of the moon were bent, and the more the horses rushed out from the Xiongnu camp.

The Xiongnu regiment was in chaos, and it was already difficult to see at the end.

They all fight each other and run away.

Haoyue rushed all the way, and did not encounter any difficult obstacles.

All the way with the moon rushing out, Ouyang squinted at the side of the scene and frowned. "Hey, this is not a way."

There are many wolves and many people. At this time, they are fighting together.

The blood of the scene has surpassed any war, and it is too bloody.

Haoyue listened to Ouyang Yufei saying so, the eyebrows are slightly stunned, this...

Thinking in my mind has not yet taken shape, but the corner of my eye suddenly swept to a figure in front.

Black armor, royal robes, under the guard of a clump of guards, madly retreating, while commanding the Huns of the Huns and the wild wolves.

In the dark eyes, the light flashed, and the eyes of the moon suddenly disappeared.

The brain did not think, the first move, the hand of the moon, mentioning a horse that rushed toward the direction of Xuanyuan, and turned around and headed for the direction of the Huns.

Ouyang, who was flying around, saw the idea of ​​Haoyue, and the sword in his hand danced, and then he rushed toward that side.

"Kill, give the king a kill, rush..."

The black Xiongnu flag flutters in the sky, and it stands tall, accompanied by the roaring and murderousness of the blood of the Huns.

Can only resist, resisting the fight can also kill the wolves.

When it comes to ascension.

If it is chaotic, panic, and run away, maybe their Huns are really finished.

The Huns are still quite knowledgeable, but it is a pity that the retreat is completely different from the knowledge.