"Old minister...that's all I have to say. The troops sent to crusade Hesna have since ended. It is said that they encountered an ambush and the entire army was wiped out. The old minister suggested to hold on to the army and send someone to find out the real situation of the enemy's army before adding more troops. , to reduce unnecessary casualties.”
Another minister said.
"The person who went to the Central Plains to look for Hess' flower hasn't come back yet. According to the schedule, it should be in the past few days. The traitor is the most affectionate. If he can catch his sister, maybe this crisis can be avoided without fighting. And decide."
"Without a fight?"
The voice with a bit of arrogance penetrated into the ear, making the old minister's heart tremble, as if he had been punched heavily in the chest, which was extremely uncomfortable. It seems that even speaking, it can form an invisible violence.
"I don't know... Lord Baimu, what advice do you have?" Looking at the man sitting in the corner, who couldn't stop sneering.
The man named after the country was wearing a blood-stained black armor that covered his entire body. The ferocious beast fangs on his shoulders are as sharp as blades, and behind his back is a huge bone knife that is taller than a human being. He walked into the hall, and there was an unbearable stench in the hall. That is the smell of blood on the man. It seems that the smell of blood is exuding all the time.
It is said that he likes to kill, drink blood, and eat raw meat, especially human flesh. He looks only in his thirties, but those who are familiar with him know that this person became famous on the battlefield at least thirty years ago.
"My Xiacang people, when did I learn from the Central Plains barbarians, and avoided fighting for fear of death? What is the most important thing about family affection, and fighting without fighting is all fucking bullshit. There is only one end for those who rebel. The heart is dug out and placed in front of the palace to be cast aside.
The man is the king of a hundred eyes.
"Your Majesty, take back your army. You want to fight those wild dogs. I am alone, that's enough." There was an unstoppable domineering in his tone, as if the words were not asking for consent, but just telling them.
However, the three ministers did not have any resentment towards his excessive words and deeds, so they had no choice but to dare not speak.
The peak of the warriors of the Central Plains court, although people in the world have different standards, it is always dominated by the top ten or the top three of the court. Southern Xinjiang people have different views on this.
In terms of martial artists, Xia Cang Anxi has never existed since ancient times. It was not until thirty years ago that part of the territory was included in the Central Plains, and there were many warriors from the Central Plains, and the term 'warrior' came into being. But even so, such self-proclaimed people are still mainly from the Central Plains. Xiacang people do not have the concept of 'wu' because Xiacang is on the ground.
In a land that cohabits with beasts, bravery is not a special trait, but a condition that must be met in order to survive. The so-called force here is not a skill, but an instinct.
In contrast to 'wu', the people of Xiacang are no strangers to 'fighting'. Xiacang people fight all the time, and both men and women can become warriors.
Among the warriors, standing at the apex is the ancient career that can be known as the 'guardian'. In Xiacang Anxi, Gu Ya has no nationality, no occupation, no official position, and no income.
Ancient Ya can travel around the land unimpeded, and there is no need for money to buy and sell, and the tribes must provide the best food to entertain. Gu Ya is a kind of supreme honor, and one can live a life without worries just by name. The condition for becoming a Gu Ya is a hundred times more difficult than this freedom. And they have to take on the heavy responsibility of protecting one's country.
Gu Ya's responsibilities and abilities are divided according to the size of the protected area. Among the few ancient worlds, there are a few that can be called monsters. The area they guard can be as large as a country.
These twelve great ancient worlds that can protect the country are named after the country and are called the Twelve Holy Beasts. The holy beast 'Hundred Eyes' of the Hundred Eyes Country is exactly this man. The head of the minister was under enormous pressure and tried his best.
"It's not that the old, the old minister doesn't believe in the strength of Lord Baimu. It's just... that, that traitor is cunning, and the Lord is likely to fall for his tricks.
"You might as well be more direct."
Baimu sneered and looked at the man beside him: "Just say... I'm afraid that I will lose to the chief disciple of my old-fashioned brother. Wouldn't it be better if the ancient world of Baimu Kingdom was damaged."
The three ministers did not dare to answer the connection.
While eating the grapes fed by the glamorous princess, the king of Baimu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke at this time. "I'd love to hear it too. People I haven't seen for so many years suddenly came back and wanted to say something to Gu. The old man was drinking and didn't seem to hear it.
It seems that in the whole hall, only the air around him belongs to another space, and he is independent from the world, and no one can affect him. "His is not important.
I don't know when, he suddenly spoke up. The man's voice was very pleasant, not unlike his old face. What he used was not the common language that is popular in Xiacang Anxi today, but more like a language with some local accents that was slightly changed from what others said.
It is said that this is a popular word and accent when the country of Bersang was still in use, but it is very rare to use it today. In front of the person known as the 'king', his tone is still full of majesty. "What's important is Nie Yao. The young Wang didn't speak, and looked at the old man quietly with a smile on his face.
The old man was wearing a linen shirt, completely different from his biological brother. Old people with this shape can be seen everywhere, and you can catch five or six of them from any small river where you can fish. But 'he' is clearly special.
Although it can't be said, it's pretty good. His old age and tiredness seemed not to be due to old age, but due to experience. He has special eyes. Not domineering, not sharp, but you can see the light in his eyes. It is like a tourist who has traveled tens of thousands of miles and has seen the ups and downs of the world.
He has a dusty, old body, but it always damages the things deeper in the body.
Fame, prestige, wealth, medals... all of them seemed to be light under that noble gaze. "Gu is not asking about Hesna, Gu just wants to know...
Wang can understand this man's affairs more deeply than others. This man's life is like a legend. No matter which item is taken out, it is not like a person, but a legend in the story.
He is the only man who ranks among the Twelve Sacred Beasts and the Ten Sacred Sacred Beasts in the Southern Border at the same time. He once ranked in the ancient world of the Eleven Kingdoms at the same time, commanding the army of the entire southern Xinjiang.
He was once the symbol of the glory of the entire Xiacang Anxi, and when the name blurted out, the corners of his mouth could not help but be raised proudly. It may not be right to say 'Zeng', because until now, his portraits or bone sculptures have been sold in eleven countries. The pilgrims who go to the 'Wu Sheng' practice place for pilgrimage are still in an endless stream every year. His legend still fills every corner of the earth.
If not...
The young king looked at the old man's right hand—perhaps not the right hand, but where the right hand should be—it was empty. "What are you doing today? Wu Shengfengxue.
Wu Sheng has always been the object of the Southern Border tyrants. But after breaking his right hand, the old man hung up the seal and left. The soldiers of the eleven countries suddenly lost and led the army into chaos. Today's reviews are mixed.
Baimu expressed blatant disdain towards his brother who suddenly arrived. "You haven't died in the mountains yet, coward."
The old man just smiled and said, "Your Majesty still remembers the old man, the old man is very pleased." "You haven't answered Gu's question yet.
"There are monsters in Nie Yao." The old man's eyes seemed to only see the young king. "Your Majesty, Hesna is innocent. You should forgive them." The Hundred Eyes King lost his words for a while.
The legend of monsters has always been popular. But it has always been regarded as a heresy. After all, the guilt of the fall of evil has already been topped by the Hess family, so why bother
But 20 years ago, the experience of the Motooth Kingdom in Nieyao made this legend once again clamorous. It's getting worse recently. But no matter how popular it is, it is still not as shocking as what Wu Sheng said. After being silent, the young Wang took a deep breath and said lightly.
"I think, I haven't seen you for many years. You only set foot on the land you abandoned for the sake of your apprentice. But it turns out that you are just old and crazy?"
suddenly shouted.
"Hundred eyes, I'll kill you alone!"
Chapter 61 Guests from the North
"I've been waiting for you to say that.
The voice had not even dissipated, and the god of death in black armor had already dispersed, and appeared in front of the old man in an instant. The one who arrived before the figure was that strong and powerful hand that seemed to be able to shatter even mountains and rocks with a single grip. That hand was filled with a huge power that was almost discernible to the naked eye. Don't teach it to pinch it, even if it was wiped, it was enough to cause serious injury.
Baimu has never had a good impression of this brother.
The two brothers were from Xiacang Anxi, a tribe with many warriors. In the severe trials again and again, the two brothers have reached a height that people look up to with their steel-like will and their ability to constantly break through the limits of self-growth. Like his older brother, Baimu has the arrogance and valor that is not afraid of death and challenges, and has an overwhelming fighting talent that can easily destroy people's sense of competition. No matter who is the opponent, no matter how strong the opponent is, he can narrowly defeat the opponent in the end, and make himself stronger again. Everything about him is very similar to that of his brother. It's a pity that his brother doesn't stop there. When he encountered obstacles and stagnated, his eldest brother was able to break through his own limits again, as always, as if no adversity could trap him. The young Gu Ya realized for the first time that only the elder brother was the one bestowed with talent by the sun god. He was only dipped in the light that resembled him. The man he called 'elder brother' beside the accessory was his only blood relative in the world, and he was also the one who gave him the greatest sense of failure in the world, so he broke his arm in Feng Xue. , After Hangyin left, Baimu never took any effort to find him. Instead, he practiced martial arts so that he could catch up when his brother was away. In the past ten years, he has had few rivals in the eleven countries of Xiacang Anxi, and his reputation has grown, gradually catching up with the reputation of the former Wusheng.
When we met for the first time a few years later, his shot was merciless.
Compared with his brother, the old man's movements were slow, just like his current state of mind. The conflict between Feng Xue and his younger brother has long been in the air. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with playing one more time. The helplessness he felt came from the young king on the throne.
Not many people know that Wu Sheng once served as the teacher of the Prince of Baimu Kingdom for two years. He had carefully taught that he wanted to nurture that kind-hearted seedling into a generation of wise men. But when the monarch of the Baimu Kingdom was newly mourned and everything was waiting for the national teacher to help preside over the overall situation, he hung up his seal and disappeared without a trace.
He was ordered to be killed by his former disciple today, no matter how he thought about it, it was not a scene that could be laughed at.
The martial arts in the southern border are self-contained, and they try to attack the opponent's weakness with one blow. Therefore, all southern border warriors have the strongest martial arts that they are good at. Baimu Ghost Claw has never resisted in Baimu Kingdom. Ten years ago, the combination of the five fingers would be able to wear through gold and iron, not to mention the flesh and blood.
But where the ghost claw was heading, it didn't grab even a corner of the old man's clothes. The tyrannical airflow swept out, and the tables and chairs made of solid wood were smashed to the ground, and the sky was filled with sawdust.
Similar to the pace when Shicai Baimu was moving, the old man also suddenly appeared three feet away, just avoiding this claw.
The old man seemed to have nothing happened just now. Quietly said: "Your martial arts seem to have improved, but your temper is still the same." Your nonsense is still the same. "
Baimu's eyes did not follow the figure of the lost old man at all. He folded his five fingers together, and suddenly a column of strong energy blasted out. Obviously, it was just a casual punch, and the vigor was as high as ten feet. The attack range covered both shoulders of the old man and naturally also the right arm of the old man.