Another crossbow was shot, and Li Guanyi's back seemed to have eyes of its own.
He dove forward, lying down on the horse's back, dodging the bolt.
The spear in his hand thrust out by reflex.
A big man crossed his arms.
On his arms were mystical iron bracers.
The spear was blocked, Li Guanyi clamped his legs around the warhorse, the horse neighed as if the spear thrust was fueled by fire, the big man grunted, was forcibly picked off the ground, after all, he was an assassin, skilled in Qi Mechanism, not physical strength.
Four assassins chased after Li Guanyi.
Even with Primordial Qi sealed, relying on their physical prowess they still surpassed ordinary men, could take to the air and attack as if on a galloping horse. Li Guanyi rode his warhorse, abandoning the war blade, held a long spear with both hands, the spear moved like a dragon, spinning and piercing around him, either blocking or parrying.