One hundred thousand iron hooves crushed Ling Fengxiao.
He is dressed in bright red clothes, which is especially conspicuous on the yellow sand wasteland, and it also contrasts strongly with the black cavalry torrent, like a blood-like setting sun in the sky.
However, a person's stature is small.
Lin Shu could hear the sound of the horns coming from the Beixia cavalry, and the entire forward force stepped towards Ling Fengxiao.
The immortal cultivator has sharp eyes and ears, and he even saw some cavalry in front of him under the visor, showing a slightly cruel smile.
Too.
The so-called one husband is in charge, and ten thousand husbands do not open, it is just a legend that is impossible to achieve. A person who cultivates immortals, no matter how advanced his cultivation base is, will eventually be invincible with both fists and four hands.
At this moment, I am afraid that Beixia's generals and cavalry are also full of disdain and ridicule.
Perhaps they are thinking, this Nanxia’s Highness Fengyang, heard that her cultivation is really high, but unfortunately her brain is broken, and she wants to come here and use her arms as a chariot—no matter how unparalleled her cultivation is, no matter how beautiful her face is, after today, it will be the same. To be crushed into mud and dust under the iron hoofs, the bones will be difficult to complete.
Lin Shu silently watched them step towards Ling Fengxiao with such an expression, and even thought about what Xiao Xuan's expression was like at this moment.
getting closer.
One thousand feet, one hundred feet, ten feet, five feet.
He heard the old general beside him sigh in disgust, anxious and heartbroken.
Five feet, four feet, three feet.
On the occasion of life and death, there was a sudden thunder on the ground!
A wisp of blood, like a falling flower, rose from Ling Fengxiao's body. It was at this moment that the world was silent.
There seems to be some kind of change between heaven and earth, but no one can notice what happened. Only intuition drives the cavalry in the front to suddenly rein in their horses. The soldiers in the back have no time to rein in their horses, and they collided with the cavalry in front. Not a small riot.
The cavalrymen looked at each other, not only just where did the strange feeling come from. Fortunately, the general responded immediately. The next moment, the horn sounded to indicate "charge". At the same time, the cavalry slammed their legs into the horse's belly, and shot forward like an arrow from the string.
In the wind, a strand of Ling Fengxiao's forehead hair was blown, and brushed in front of his face. Facing the torrent of pitch-black iron cavalry that seemed to be falling from the nine heavens, he did not make any extra movements, but only slowly and slowly moved the knife. pulled out.
A worthy sword, the blade is also pitch-black, not only dull, but also like a black hole that can swallow all the light in this world.
At the moment when the blade was completely unsheathed, all the ghosts cried!
Lin Shu knew that during the turbulent times of war in ancient times, some people came up with a plan of "besieged on all sides" and sent people to sing homesick songs in their native accents in the camp where the enemy troops were stationed. Tears stained the front of the clothes, grief and suffering to self-control, since then the morale has been greatly reduced.
Rumors of homesickness can even make thousands of soldiers sympathize with tears, so what about the resentment and wailing that was born from the hearts of everyone in the world
In a troubled world, life is like a piaoping, who has never resented
Lin Shu saw that even the soldiers and soldiers on Nanxia's side were controlled by the voice of ten thousand ghosts crying, and their eyes were confused-not to mention the soldiers and horses of Beixia who were directly affected by the sound.
Even those horses with fat bodies and strong muscles showed an anxious look, kept sniffing their noses, flicking their tails, and their fist-sized eyes were turning bloody red.
Maybe it's not eating well, or being abused by the owner? Lin Shu thought to himself.
Or the cavalry needs to be trained every day, and the horses need to be trained every day. They could have been a carefree wild horse in the green mountains and green waters, but because of this horse breed's steed, they were caught in the barracks abruptly. Put on a faucet and a saddle, it becomes a war horse driven by people, or a freight horse that carries loads and loads.
It can be seen that people have hatred, horses have hatred, and all things in the world, but whoever has a spirit, there is nothing without hatred.
Because of this, the power Ling Fengxiao can use will never end.
The sound of the charging horn was intermittent, and it was difficult to hear in the mourning sound between heaven and earth. However, the condition of the soldiers who blew it was not very good. They were weak and out of tune.
The cavalry who heard the order to charge fought hard, clenched the reins, and drove the horses forward. Beixia's army experienced the second rapid stop, and finally moved again with difficulty - the reason is difficult because most of the horses did not. Too cooperative.
In the next moment, the mutation suddenly occurred again!
The blood mist rose from the ground and spread out silently. Every person affected by grievances, their feet, and even their bodies, began to escape the wisps of blood or black mist. When they noticed it, they were already in a sea of blood.
This scene is too creepy and terrifying. Some soldiers have their legs trembling like chaff, and hundreds of other horses are frightened and go mad at the same time.
No matter what happened, Beixia's morale was almost gone.
However, Beixia's army is not only mortal cavalry and ordinary war horses, but also wizards with profound cultivation.
Only a sound like a Hong bell came from behind, which was deafening.
"Pretend to be a ghost! Shameless!" The old wizard said: "Is this the style of your gentleman in Nanxia?"
His voice used mana, and the whole battlefield could hear it. Ling Fengxiao responded to him, and naturally added mana to his voice, but the special effects were not the same, and the voice was not as loud as the old wizard, but it was cold and ethereal. Fall from the air.
"Oh?" I just heard him say, "It's shameless for this hall to pretend to be a ghost. What if your country turned hundreds of thousands of people into living corpses and attacked our capital at night?"
The old wizard was obviously choked, but he did not show weakness, and said: "Meeting with swordsmen on the battlefield, fighting with blood, what's the point of you playing tricks like this?"
"What's the point?" Ling Fengxiao seemed to sigh: "Your Excellency wants to meet with swordsmen, so I have to be respectful instead of obeying orders... Offending."
A sound of "offending" fell, and his left hand wiped the blade of "Worthy" lightly.
Worthy of being with him over the years, he has gradually gained spirituality. At this moment, with the movements of his fingertips, the blade trembled slightly and made a low sound.
Large swathes of black evil spirits rose up in the blood mist, gathered, separated, and condensed again.
Time seems to have passed only half a stick of incense, and it seems like a lifetime has passed.
That black, terrifying and terrifying evil spirit, in mid-air, condensed into tens of thousands of densely packed knives with downward-pointing knives!
Every knife is a worthy appearance, and it has the endless blood and evil spirit of Wu gui.
But any Beixia soldier, as long as he raised his head, would be trembling to find that there was an extremely ferocious, over-edged long knife hanging directly above his head. This knife seemed to fall straight down the next moment and stab himself two halves.
Except for the cavalry, wizards are not immune, and no matter how superb a wizard is, at this moment, he is suppressed by the powerful evil aura emanating from Wu-Shame, and he can't even move his body, let alone sacrifice a magic weapon. Cast the spell.
At this moment, no one said that Ling Fengxiao was pretending to be a ghost and bluffing.
The howling of the ghosts can be an illusion, and the blood mist can also be a blindfold, but the tip of the knife hanging on the top of the head, the intuition between life and death, can never be faked. Everyone knew in their hearts that if Ling Fengxiao wanted to take their names, it would only be an instant.
- What kind of cultivation is this
Looking at their expressions, Lin Shu could imagine that these people had doubts about this world, and even thought, why am I here
However, there is no way, the current little phoenix is so powerful.
Ling Fengxiao put the knife back into its sheath, and waved her robe sleeves lightly.
Between the sea of blood, a passage was separated, and the bodies of the cavalry and war horses were no longer under their own control, and they were forced to go to both sides to form a wide passage.
At this moment, even the sky was bright red, Ling Fengxiao dressed in red and walked slowly forward, walking in the surging sea of blood, like a demon crawling out of the Asura ghost prison, and like a demon from a distant place. From the country, the king of the sea of blood.
All in all, this scene will remain in the hearts of everyone present for a long time, becoming an unforgettable memory or a nightmare that haunts for a lifetime.
Especially for Xiao Xuan.
Halfway through, Ling Fengxiao seemed a little impatient and didn't want to go forward.
—Or, he felt that he was a little too far from Lin Shu now.
I saw him slowly extending his hand forward.
The eldest lady's slender jade fingers grasped in the air.
Xiao Xuan's chariot at the core of Beixia's army rose into the air, flew a few rolls in mid-air, and finally landed heavily on the ground in front of Ling Fengxiao's eyes.
The people inside did not come out, and it seemed like a silent resistance.
However, silent resistance is only useful when the strength of the two sides is equal.
I saw Ling Fengxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, and this sturdy, brass ebony war chariot slowly dumped to one side.
Xiao Xuan and a group of guards tumbled out of the car door.
This person was wearing apricot-colored clothes today, and Lin Shu looked at him from a distance, feeling like an enhanced version of Henry Zhang.
The enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang said to Ling Fengxiao, "Your Highness! Your Highness has something to say!"
Ling Fengxiao: "En."
Xiao Xuan: "... ah?"
Ling Fengxiao said, "Let's discuss the peace talks today?"
Xiao Xuan nodded again and again: "Yes, Your Highness."
"Since there is no objection, His Highness will order the whole territory of Beixia to surrender."
"Okay, okay..." Xiao Xuan responded with a chorus of voices, and then suddenly shuddered, realizing that something was wrong: "...No! We haven't separated the Weichuan battle yet..."
Then, he looked around, looking at the trembling soldiers under the dense rain of knives, and the words "not yet decided", he couldn't say anything.
However, His Highness the Crown Prince still wanted some face, so surrendering at this point would be too lacklustre—although he already had nothing to say.
Xiao Xuan said tremblingly: "This matter... is too important, I am just a... supervising the crown prince of the country, and I have to report to my father and emperor before... before I can make a decision."
"Alright." To everyone's surprise, Ling Fengxiao's attitude was actually very gentle.
Xiao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then ask His Royal Highness to come back with me and be a guest for a few days." Ling Fengxiao said lightly.
Xiao Xuan: "..."
Lin Shu wanted to laugh a little.
Facts have proved that both Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Xuan are the same weak and helpless in front of Ling Fengxiao.
He continued to look at Xiao Xuan.
Xiao Xuan looked at his guards.
The guard's expression declined.
Xiao Xuan looked at his general.
The general was helpless.
Xiao Xuan looked at his army of several hundred thousand.
The army did not dare to come out.
Xiao Xuan had to turn to look at Ling Fengxiao.
Ling Fengxiao turned around lightly, red clothes flying.
Xiao Xuan followed helplessly, desperately and dejectedly, occasionally looking up at Ling Fengxiao's back.
The guards looked at each other in dismay, and finally chose to stay where they were, abandoning their highnesses.
Ling Fengxiao led a half-dead prince of Beixia towards Nanxia.
Nanxia didn't dare to let out the atmosphere.
As they got closer, Lin Shu saw Xiao Xuan asked Ling Fengxiao in a dignified manner, "Your Highness, Your Highness Beauty, have we met before?"
His Highness turned his head and smiled sweetly: "His Royal Highness, you might as well think about it."
The author has something to say: Xiao Xuan: I fuck.