Previously, the army god of Beimang, the young vassal king, the peach blossom sword god, and Baiyi Luoyang, four of them left the hinterland of the Beimang army one after another, leaving only Huishan Ziyi who insisted on continuing to advance, facing Deng Mao and layers upon layers of enemies alone. Prairie cavalry.
Broken Spear Deng Mao couldn't help but admire the courage of this Central Plains woman from the bottom of her heart, she really couldn't lose to any man in the world.
Deng Mao, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help asking, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, why did this happen?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng broke through the formation so far, and his murderous intentions are extremely serious, and his shots are worthy of the words "strength like a bow, hair like thunder". Being touched by her, it must be the end of death without a whole body. The reason why she can be called Liyang Shuangbi with the young vassal king is not only because of her extremely high level, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's foundation, both in physique and aura, is very thick and solid, and the aura in her body is both vigorous and long.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng held his hands behind his back, and the south wind was blowing on the battlefield. The hostess of Daxueping, who had her back to Jubei City, her hair and skirt fluttered to the north.
Gorgeous as a god.
Deng Mao had followed Luoyang and Yeludong to Zhulu Mountain in the Central Plains, and even intercepted the convoy escorting Gao Shulu from Liyang to Guangling Road. He is the nominal Keqing of the Yelu family of the East Clan of Yelu. He is somewhat similar to Huang Fangfo in Huishan and Ji Liu'an in the Dragon Palace. His status is relatively detached, but he must not be simply regarded as a vine attached to a big tree. In silence, Yelu Hongcai, who was honored as the "Boss" by the dignitaries of Beiting, gave him a helping hand, respected him as a guest, and Deng Mao was naturally grateful. If you say you have no friendship with Luoyang, you are deceiving yourself. In fact, Deng Mao, who is proud and arrogant, respects Luoyang. Ascending to the summit of martial arts, the shallow affection for the leader of Zhulu Mountain has been kept deep in my heart, like a jar of old wine buried in the ground. I can smell the aroma of wine lingering on the tip of my nose.
At this time, the two confronted each other, only in terms of realm, the master of Beimang who lived in the same era as Zhongliang Murong Baoding, Deng Mao, as a senior in the purple clothes of Huishan, was half a realm lower than Xuanyuan Qingfeng , It's just an ordinary astronomical realm, far from touching the threshold of land gods, but even if he is as arrogant as Xuanyuan Qingfeng, he still hasn't acted rashly, and he didn't feel that he could easily cross this man and take off the head of Prince Beimang. I can see her fear of Deng Mao. Of course, Xuanyuan Qingfeng also planned to accumulate aura to return to the peak, and he did not deliberately cover up this point. Deng Mao's non-blocking, seemingly underestimating the enemy, was actually a trade-off. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's aura was indeed steadily rising, but The previous indomitable momentum is slightly declining.
Deng Mao was actually reluctant to see this legendary woman die young, but seeing Xuanyuan Qingfeng's attitude, Deng Mao knew that it would be useless to talk more.
Since he was able to be placed near the "Tianyuan" of this chessboard by the Taiping Order of Beimang, as the most important chess piece to check and balance Beiliang King Xu Fengnian, how could Deng Mao use common sense to use his trump card against Xu Fengnian before it was too late? conjecture
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's black hair fluttered wantonly on his temples, his heart was like still water.
If it is said that Deng Tai'a, the peach blossom sword god, is located at the highest point on the battlefield.
Then she is well-deservedly located in the northernmost place of Jubei City.
Deng Mao finally laughed out loud and asked, "You really don't regret it?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked indifferent, without bold words.
The daughter of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, she has never known regret in this life.
Deng Mao stepped forward heavily, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was dressed in purple and stained with blood, rushed forward almost at the same time.
Both of them tacitly chose to fight in close quarters.
Divide life and death within ten feet!
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The big Beimang banner fluttered in the wind, stirring up waves of ripples and buzzing.
Yelu Hongcai, the prince of Beimang wearing golden armor, had a gloomy face. The majestic beam of light that symbolized the majesty of the heavens fell from the sky and landed in the open space in front of His Royal Highness. Yelu Hongcai did not expect that under such terrifying suppression, The young feudal prince of Liyang did not turn into powder, and was still able to escape. This is tantamount to slapping the prince's highness, and he did not forget to say goodbye. Although Yelu Hongcai has had to endure dormancy due to the situation for more than ten years, and has managed to survive a considerable city, but at the pinnacle of his life when he is almost the most satisfied, he feels that the entire Central Plains is already in his pocket. At a sensitive moment, the king of Xinliang took down the heaven with his own power, causing Yeluhong, who was sitting on an army of 400,000, to feel a surge of resentment, which was engraved in his heart with every knife.
People in the world are most afraid of comparison, beauties, famous generals, power and wealth are all like this.
Before Yelu Hongcai met Xu Fengnian, the news about the eldest son of this man Tu Yi almost made his ears callused in the past few years. For Xu Fengnian who successfully squeezed out Chen Zhibao and finally hereditary replacement, Yelu Hongcai In the depths of his heart, in fact, he reciprocated with a complex feeling of sympathy and sympathy for each other, which made the princess of Beimang, who was aliased as Fan Bainu, sneak into Liangzhou and take the initiative to convey his kindness to the young feudal lord.
Yeluhong only glanced at Yiqi in the distance. She and the four or five speakers of Qijian Yuefu gathered together, probably discussing how to stop those Central Plains masters. Yelu Hongcai did not look at her tenderly, even though she had shared the bed with him for more than ten years, she just maintained a face of respect as a guest. She, who was named Hangu, suddenly turned her head to look, and Yeluhong suddenly put on a warm smile. She nodded to him, and then turned her head to continue discussing with others.
After she withdrew her gaze, Yelu Hongcai's face quickly turned cold. When a guard riding behind him quietly patted his horse and came to his side, Yelu Hongcai's soft face appeared this time, from the bottom of his heart, a huge grassland, this In the end, the prince of Beimang was the only one who could say something intimate to him, but this horse beside him was the only one. Different from the sweaty horse that Yelu Hongcai rode, the mount of the entourage was a tall, snow-white horse that exuded a lustrous luster similar to that of suet jade. The young cavalry had a slightly larger helmet on its head. Covering his eyebrows, revealing most of his extremely feminine and handsome face, Yeluhong watched him carefully keep a distance from him, with undisguised love and compassion in his eyes, and said with a soft smile, "It's okay to get closer."
The young cavalryman squinted his naturally charming long and narrow eyes, looked at the southern battlefield, and said slowly: "The horse galloping to the north is so proud, and the song is so loud that the south wind dies. The first half of the sentence is suitable for the situation, but the second half is not." .”
Prince Beimang, who is not familiar with poetry and even disdain arty, couldn't help asking curiously: "What's the explanation? Is there any allusion?"
The personal servant who bore the title of guard of Xue Xue boldly rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Even if we take down the Central Plains in the future, with your little knowledge, how can you deal with the survivors of Liyang in the future?"
Yeluhong laughed for a while, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Is there you?"
The young cavalry pawn curled his lips, saw the eye-catching bright purple dress in the distance, and said, "A woman should be content with her life."
Following the line of sight of his subordinates, Yelu Hongcai saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was fighting with Broken Spear Deng Mao, and said disapprovingly: "No matter how high the martial arts are, what can we do? Together with Xu Fengnian, there are eighteen martial arts masters outside the city, facing us on the grassland." The iron cavalry still cannot escape death. The best ending for the leader of Daxueping martial arts is to die under Deng Mao's broken spear, or die in the charge of the iron cavalry, otherwise, surviving on the battlefield will only be worse than death Miserable. With her status and appearance, once she becomes a prisoner and destroys her cultivation base, not to mention the big ones in Beiting, I am afraid that even some old and strong bigwigs in the Xijing Temple will spend thousands of taels of gold to buy her .”
The young cavalry pawn's face was gloomy, cloudy and sunny, and he said with emotion: "If there is a day, at the moment Xuanyuan Qingfeng loses her martial arts, she will actually be dead. This is like a general in a temple. A hat is equivalent to having your spine removed."
Yelu Hongcai didn't believe that Xuanyuan Qingfeng could pose a threat to him at all. The old god said: "The beauties in the world are like the aquatic plants on our grasslands. They are there every year. Once they are cut, there will be another next year. Although Xuanyuan Qingfeng It's just that in the future, if you add a grassland to a Central Plains and search carefully, you will be able to find many peerless beauties. To be honest, all the women who have finally made it to the Rouge Review all have prominent identities, women of ordinary background , It’s really hard to be on the list. So, in the final analysis, men who hold power in the world like women’s faces, but they like the clothes on women even more, such as... "
The young cavalry pawn squinted at the two concubines of Beimang who met the two concubines who did not know when, and said with a sneer, "For example, her?"
Yeluhong only half-jokingly said: "Only she, maybe she will be able to join the next Rouge Review only when she becomes a queen in the future."
After Yeluhong was silent for a moment, he turned his head and said seriously: "You are different, you are different from her, and you are different from them."
The cavalry soldier didn't turn his head to look at Yelu Hongcai after hearing the words, but raised his head slightly and said arrogantly: "Of course!"
In Jianzhou in the southeast of Liyang, there was a prophecy that was widely circulated, but after the dust of the turmoil at Guniu Dagang settled, the ripples had long since disappeared.
"One female and one male, the female is all over the city, and the male is all over the country, both of them fly into the Wutong Palace."
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The infantry phalanx on the Beimang Middle Road was cut off by two raids in white and red robes. Luoyang and Xu Ying echoed from left to right, and the number of infantry that slipped behind each time did not exceed 300.
The sword-eating ancestor with only one arm was standing behind the two female masters. Within a radius of 20 zhang, there were lines of sword energy like rainbows, which flowed erratically.
Not only that, Sui Xiegu, who was dressed in white with fluttering snowy eyebrows, twirled his long eyebrows with his fingers, and said silently: "Let's fight."
Among the remaining flying swords dropped by the young vassal king to the outside of Jubei City, more than 2,000 intact long swords rose from the ground one after another, and the long swords soared into the air, connecting their heads and tails, and landed on Sui Xiegu in turn. In front of them, straight into the ground, with more than a thousand swords as a row, a total of two rows, neatly lined up in the open space before the sword-eating ancestors.
Form a formation with swords.
Sui Xiegu closed his eyes, smiled, and muttered to himself: "The mainstay, the center of the river rises, the flood floods, and the vast Changchun."
Sui Xiegu took a deep breath suddenly, and nearly two thousand broken flying swords landed behind the old man one after another, but these long swords did not penetrate the ground, but stopped in the air, like a formation of swords and crossbows.
Finally, Sui Xiegu took another breath.
Suddenly, the tall and burly old man's body burst into brilliant white light all around.
Sui Xiegu, who ate countless handles of famous swords in the world, scattered the sword energy accumulated for hundreds of years into two large formations, and each flying sword was infused with a wisp of sharp sword energy. No matter whether it was the vertical swords in the step formation, or the horizontal swords in the crossbow formation, or the four thousand swords in the two large formations, they all trembled and wailed at the same time.
The old man murmured in a low voice: "Li Chungang, you broke two thousand and six armors with one sword strike on the Guangling River, I, Sui Xiegu, don't want to lose to you..."
The old man who had exchanged arms with Chunqiu Jianjia Li Chungang passed away with a smile on his face.
The two sword arrays are formed in one breath.
A hundred years of spirit, exhausted in three mouthfuls.