The Northern Mang Army God and the young vassal king, the two life-and-death enemies who may determine the fate of countless people in Liangmang, intentionally or unintentionally keep the battlefield away from Beibei City. With the support of Jubei City, it may in turn suppress the trump card that Tuoba Bodhisattva has not yet offered. The latter is even more worried that once the two crash into Jubei City to fight, it is very likely to lead to the tragic results won by the eighteen masters working together to resist the enemy. Tuoba Bodhisattva, who let go of his hands and feet to destroy wantonly, completely counteracted it. When Xu Fengnian flew away, he told Wei Miao, Chai Qingshan, who still had to confront thousands of cavalry, to be careful, and the contemporary Suzerain of Dongyue Jianchi signaled the young feudal lord not to worry about the battle situation here. Xu Fengnian clasped his fists heavily to the two Central Plains masters who disregarded life and death to show his gratitude, Chai Qingshan laughed it off, full of pride in his chest.
Chai Qingshan's eyebrows were cracked, and a cut of willow in Beimang cut a deep blood groove on his chest, but compared to Chai Qingshan who looked miserable but did not hurt the root of his aura, Wei Miao of Nanzhao was the one who was really seriously injured , whether it is physical or aura, it is the same. Wei Miao, as the well-deserved No. 1 master in the southwestern Jianghu, can be regarded as the world's top martial arts figure regardless of his physical strength, martial arts attainments, or temporary response to the enemy. It's just the combination of Murong Baoding, who was previously nicknamed the Half-faced Buddha, and Li Fengshou, the spider web assassin. The sneak attack was too sinister and vicious, and taking advantage of others' danger, Wei Miao resisted Murong Baoding with two punches, especially the punch to the head, which actually caused the eardrum to rupture and the brain to bruise. While restraining Tuoba Bodhisattva, Xu Fengnian put on a posture of killing Murong Baoding first at the cost of losing the opportunity, forcing Bei Mang, who was about to make a move, to hold on to the law and never dare to make a move. This won Wei Miao a moment of respite, and let Chai Qingshan's aura recovered slightly, otherwise, with the four thousand riders from Beimang including the one thousand winter thunder riders from the Orange State, and the coveted Murong Baoding, it would be difficult for the two masters to regain the situation.
In fact, if Murong Baoding had the courage to gamble with his life before and chose to take a decisive action against Wei Miao and win the upper hand for Tuoba Bodhisattva, maybe the young vassal king would be in trouble under the city of Jubei, and it might not have ended the second battle early. The possibility of a reckless war. But on the one hand, Tuoba Bodhisattva disdained to ask this festival-holder for help; on the other hand, Murong Baoding, who was ambitious in the Central Plains, finally achieved a world-shaking victory outside the Liangzhou Pass, eating Lu Dayuan's left cavalry army. The greatness of the battle is comparable to that of the first reckless battle. Dong Zhuo, the king of Zhongnanyuan, broke through Hutou City. How could Murong Baoding be willing to risk his life to make wedding clothes for others? Finally, in the interception in the Longyaner Plain, the King of Xinliang killed Hong Jingyan right under the nose of Tuoba Bodhisattva, which made Murong Baoding have to weigh it carefully.
Murong Baoding was not in a hurry to make a move, looked at Wei Chai, the two Central Plains martial arts masters, and calmly said in a crappy Central Plains official accent: "There is Lu Dayuan on the battlefield, and Wei Miao Chai Qingshan on the rivers and lakes. God has treated me Murong Baoding harshly for more than forty years. Finally, you treated me well. There is a saying in your Central Plains that there is no way out when there are heavy mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers. It is very wonderful, it really sets the scene."
After Tuoba Bodhisattva and the young vassal king left this place, the aura of Murong Baoding wearing silver armor suddenly rose. The rankings are also extremely low, because Murong Baoding is generally recognized as good at defense but not good at offense, and the giant of the demonic way who went straight from the second-rank junior master to the Zhixuan realm, can be called the two extremes of Beimang martial arts. But Murong Baoding blatantly injured Wei Miao with two punches. Obviously he has been hiding his secrets for so many years. Even in the early years, he teamed up with Zhongliang to ambush Xu Fengnian in Qingcang City. He still deliberately concealed his cultivation from beginning to end. When it comes to the word forbearance, Murong Baoding is indeed well versed in the samadhi.
Wei Miao kept silent and spoke slowly, since this Bei Mang was willing to talk about it, naturally Wei Miao would not take the initiative to pursue a quick solution.
Chai Qingshan lifted the three-foot sword obliquely, with a calm expression.
The poem in Murong Baoding’s mouth is very popular in the Central Plains, but this half-bucket prince of Beimang probably doesn’t know the source. He is the son of a poet who won the first prize with frontier poems in the last years of the Great Feng Dynasty. Xiang's "Relegation to Liangzhou Old and Dead Poems".
The mountains are heavy and the rivers are complex, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. Literally speaking, it has always been the most fascinating Jiangnan customs. The spring is bright and beautiful, the grass is long and the warblers are flying, and the scenery is pleasant. How can it not make people linger.
On the other hand, outside the Northwest Great Wall, there are poor mountains and bad waters, barren loess, criss-cross gullies, high sky and low clouds. Being in the middle of the sky and the earth, two streams of energy rush towards the face and directly hit the chest. The desolate and fierce aura seems to teach foreigners Take a few steps back before giving up.
Chai Qingshan walked to Wei Miao's side, and said with a smile: "Wei Miao has fists, but the world has no fists. It deserves it!"
Wei Miao grinned lightly, but didn't make a sound.
Xu Fengnian once said with a smile that he has seen countless master masters in his life. Among them, Han Shengxuan, the human cat in red robe and python suit, Qi Jiajie, the number one swordsman in the capital, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng in purple in Huishan, the three are the most impressive.
Also, Li Chungang, Jian Jiuhuang, and Wei Miao are the least likely to be masters.
Chai Qingshan continued to laugh and said: "Since Wei Miao is indispensable in the world, there are countless young and talented people in the Central Plains Sword Forest. If one or two old guys die, there will always be a few rising stars to replace them. In Dongyue Jianchi alone, there are my two disciples." Single Baiyi Song Tinglu is destined to rise in the future, so Wei Miao, I will come first in this battle."
The implication of Chai Qingshan's words.
I die first.
Wei Miao, who was in urgent need of self-cultivation and recovery, did not reject the kindness of this master of swordsmanship, and said in a deep voice, "I, Wei Miao, will not speak big words in this life, I can only promise that Brother Chai will not be left alone."
Chai Qingshan hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "Brother Wei, don't die if you can! You are different from me, there are people waiting for you in Jubei City."
Unexpectedly, Wei Miao, whose legs were tied with white cloth, smiled, clenched her fists, narrowed her eyes and said softly: "After she married me, she has been walking in the rivers and lakes together for so many years. Because my skin is too ordinary, I don't like to show off." , when encountering things, she would never make a move unless she could fight, and she is so eccentric and lively... like a flower like a jade, it seems that she has never made her feel that she is married to a good-looking man, and she always laughs at her for marrying a good man. Her man is not heroic enough, so today, as her man, I, Wei Miao, will do one thing for her... "
Wei Miao stopped talking.
Murong Baoding smiled brightly, "You two, do you have any last words to say? In the future, when I, Murong Baoding, enter the Central Plains, I will reminisce about the past with the well-dressed Manchu civil and military men from the Central Plains, so we can have something to talk about."
Chai Qingshan held the horizontal sword in front of him, shaking his head and laughing loudly: "A dog's head from Beimang is not worth a few pennies, it really insults my newly forged sword 'Green Water'!"
Murong Baoding's face was gloomy, and he tutted, "It is said that there are two schools of swords in the world. Since the dead swords in the Wu family's sword tomb have been cleaned up, let me learn the new sword from Dongyue Jianchi!"
Chai Qingshan tipped his toes and swept his body forward, a bright blue rainbow swept across Murong Baoding's chest.
"Struggling to the death! But half of the vitality in the heyday, so why not let your old dog surnamed Chai make a hundred swords first?!" The corner of Murong Baoding's mouth curled into a sarcasm, and he didn't dodge it. He raised his arms to shield him forward.
The sword edge smeared on Murong Baoding's silver arm armor, cutting the iron like mud, but after breaking through the armor, it landed on the cuff of the Orange Governor, like fine iron hitting each other, and there was an unusual sound of gold and stone.
Murong Baoding frowned, and stepped back. He made up his mind to consume Chai Qingshan's qi little by little, except for his own physique, which is reputed to be the only one in the world of pure warriors in the Vajra realm, which is not inferior to the Buddhist monk Longshu and Li Beangxin, the two Buddhist monks. The apprentice's indestructible body, and more importantly, the armor on his body is the first-class treasure in the treasury of Beimang. It was cast in the early days of Ganlu and was once a secret treasure of the Dafeng royal family. Same as the red armor, Murong Baoding supplemented it with this armor. Originally, he thought that he could withstand two or three swords even against the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a with the most lethal power. Unexpectedly, he was injured when he met him The not-so-light Chai Qingshan broke the arm armor with a single sword, which made Murong Baoding restrain his underestimation of the Grandmaster of the Central Plains.
In fact, Liu Lifeng, who is good at assassination, made a good start, but also a bad start.
Li Fengshou almost attacked and killed Chai Qingshan with a willow leaf sword. It was definitely not because of Chai Qingshan's lack of strength, but because his cooperation with Murong Baoding was perfect, especially Chai Qingshan's swordsmanship was the highest in the southeast of the Central Plains.
If it is said that the master of boxing in the world, besides Wei Miao, only Lin Ya, a woman from Wudi City, can be alone.
Then the Central Plains Sword Forest is indeed as Chai Qingshan said, one peak after another, continuous, what a magnificent sight! It is definitely not that there are no swordsmen except Deng Tai'a, and it is definitely not that there are no sword moves except Li Chungang's two-sleeved green snake!
Now that Murong Baoding was holding on to the big one, Chai Qingshan gained power and was relentless, he slashed down with his sword in the air, just like a waterfall stretching out, the sword energy in front of Murong Baoding overflowed like a waterfall.
Murong Baoding took a deep breath, and finally no longer hoped to rely on the priceless treasure armor and diamond physique to resist simply and forcefully, to punch swiftly and fiercely, as fast as running thunder, and to hit the waterfall formed by the abundant sword energy with one fist, There was a bang.
The fist shattered the sword energy, showing the shape of floating clouds and scattered snow.
Chai Qingshan didn't take it seriously, and quickly moved forward with small steps, and stretched out a sword straight forward. Although the three-foot long sword "Green Water" in his hand pierced Murong Baoding's eyebrows, but at the same time, between the two of them, the surroundings of the Green Water Sword There are no less than forty sword qi, each of which surges forward, but the sword intent is inherited in one continuous line.
Chai Qingshan This sword was born in the year when it was established, and I realized the feeling of seeing the spring. In the old Dongyue Kingdom, there was the third famous spring in the world that was commented by the tea sage. The middle path was blocked by protruding rocks. , One after another fell into the spring pool. Chai Qingshan and two proud disciples once said that this sword has been practiced to the extreme, eighty swords in one breath, and the diamond will turn into powder.
It's a pity that at this time and this place, this master of swordsmanship can only unleash forty swords in one go, but even so, the power of the swords is already very majestic and terrifying.
Murong Baoding snorted angrily, and actually had the intention of retreating. At the same time his burly figure retreated violently, he stretched out five fingers like hooks on his cross arm, and using his aura, he grabbed a cavalry with a man and a horse, blocking the majestic sword aura Before the long curtain of sword rain created.
Chai Qingshan pierced the horse's head with a sword, his wrist trembled lightly, and the poor horse and cavalry were instantly dismembered and splashed out.
Taking advantage of this gap, Murong Baoding is one of the few martial arts masters in Beimang after all. He stamped his foot heavily with one foot and retreated half a step with the other. The fist was swung into the air in front of him, the fist gang exploded, and went away through the air.
Facing Murong Baoding's domineering punches, Chai Qingshan continued to move forward without hesitation, but the old man turned his body slightly and let the gangster blow his left shoulder, as fast as Jing Hong's sword accurately pierced Murong Baoding's chest.
Injury for injury, death for death.
Murong Bao sank his qi into his dantian, at this moment, he thought he was powerless to fight back, and chose to defend desperately.
The energy in the body circulated rapidly, a face glowed with a dark yellow look, and his feet were rooted in the ground, motionless as a mountain.
The three-foot green front, with sword energy piercing the armor, is as powerful as a broken bamboo.
After the point of the sword touched Murong Baoding's chest, the long sword bent like an arcing moon in an instant, and finally it was almost full moon!
Chai Qingshan, whose shoulders were shattered and covered in blood, laughed and said, "Get lost!"
The burly and strong Murong Baoding was thrown away by this sword, like a kite with a broken string!
After landing heavily, Murong Baoding's face turned slightly pale, he didn't lower his head to look, but still fixedly stared at the old swordsman, just stretched out his hand to wipe it, his palm was scarlet.
Chai Qingshan, who was surrounded by the Northern Mang cavalry army, had no choice but to use his sword to kill those desperate cavalry soldiers who flocked to him.
So the line of sight was blocked between the two.
Murong Baoding took the opportunity to slap his palm on the ground, got up and stood still, feeling somewhat terrified. This old guy is a little difficult!
Murong Baoding, who didn't want to fight head-on again, kept moving back, and became angry from embarrassment: "Bump him to death!"
With Chai Qingshan as the center of the circle, the Beimang iron cavalry began to charge quickly and charged away.
The cavalry at the outermost edge finally had the opportunity to show off the riding and shooting skills of the prairie cavalry. The gallant noble commander Wanfu has already ordered death, regardless of the enemy or himself, just shoot and kill!
Chai Qingshan, who wanted to stop the cavalry from charging and break through the rain of arrows, was like a wandering dragon. When he was in a dead situation, the old man was still trying to break through the cavalry to chase and kill the Juzizhou, who was avoiding the battle. From the wound on his chest, the blood turned a strange black-blue color, and he was only a hair away from rushing out of the encirclement that the Beimang cavalry pawns piled up with their lives.
Murong Baoding, who retreated again and again, had already retreated to the front of the Donglei Jingqi, his face was ferocious, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. If it wasn't for the poison on the sword of a willow, he might really be killed by this firewood. Qingshan chased and killed him so far. It's not that he will lose, Murong Baoding still has the confidence to kill the old man slowly, but the life of the mortal Chai Qingshan, how can it be compared with his Murong Baoding's life!
He paid more attention to Wei Miao, if that guy wanted to leave Chai Qingshan who was sure to die and retreat back to Jubei City, with Murong Baoding's injury, he was sure to stop him.
Looking north from the top of Jubei City, or looking south from Donglei Jingqi riding high on horseback, one can see the big circle where the old man is, and the layers of Beiman cavalry are constantly charging towards the center of the circle. go.
Chai Qingshan stood with his sword in his hand, surrounded by dead people and piled with bones.
Murong Baoding raised his head suddenly.
An explosion sounded suddenly, and then a figure fell from the sky.
Murong Baoding could only tilt his head hastily, and crossed his arms to cover his head.
Murong Baoding was hit by this punch so that half of his body sank into the ground!
It turned out that Wei Miao went directly over the head of the Beimang cavalry army and found Murong Baoding directly. It didn't matter whether there was a way out or not.
Murong Baoding instinctively protected his head with both arms, and sure enough, Wei Miao pressed down on the former's head with one hand and knocked it away with one knee!
Murong Baoding was knocked back, plowing a deep ditch several feet long.
The dust was flying, and in the yellow sand, Wei Miao punched so fast that people could only see an afterimage, and Murong Baoding in silver armor retreated again and again.
Wei Miao's punches rise and fall violently, the strength is like a bow, and the hair is like thunder! Forcefully open the middle door of Murong Baoding, bursting out again and again!
Finally, Wei Miao's fist was as strong as a baby in his arms.
The name of the trick is not fierce, but it is actually the most ferocious.
The elder Jianghu boxing masters have already concluded their conclusions, and they have practiced this style tens of thousands of times before they can see their foundation and strength to the hair!
Wei Miao has become obsessed with boxing, and never slackens for a moment because of his outstanding talent. He has learned this style since he was young, and he has worked hard every day.
A punch was like smashing a big bell, with a loud bang.
After being picked out by Chai Qingshan's sword, Murong Baoding, who had the right time, place and people, was thrown flying ten feet by Wei Miao again, and dozens of Donglei Jingqi, who couldn't dodge, were killed on the spot!
This Nanzhao Martial Dao Grandmaster who was supposed to shine in the Jianghu of the Central Plains, on the battlefield outside Jubei City, in the sight of thousands of Beimang cavalrymen, beat Murong Baoding to the extreme, shaking his aura! The armor on Murong Baoding's body was hit so pitted that it was almost completely destroyed!
Murong Baoding, who was in a precarious figure, roared angrily: "Come again!"
Wei Miao followed him like a shadow, with his left arm outstretched and wrapped around Murong Baoding's ear, his palm pressed against his temple, and he slapped lightly. Murong Baoding, who was much taller than Wei Miao, lifted his feet off the ground, Wei Miao punched thunder with his right hand Generally hit the latter's abdomen.
The body that was flying backwards was pulled back by Wei Miao's left hand, and he punched him in the abdomen again.
The scene was funny and tragic.
Murong Baoding's body, which was tilted and suspended in the air, never landed, so Wei Miao stepped forward step by step, punching the latter's abdomen with one punch after another.
Wei Miao's last punch, also the last punch in this life, hit Murong Baobao's bloody abdomen after the broken armor.
Murong Baoding finally fell to the ground, fell seven or eight zhang away, bleeding from seven orifices.
The so-called invincible body, even with armor protection, has become a big joke.
Wei Miao stood proudly on the spot, turned his head slightly to look back, and glanced at the cavalry circle, unable to see the figure of Chai Qingshan who fought side by side so far.
Slightly raising his gaze, looking at the Jubei City, he was doomed not to be able to see that graceful figure.
Wei Miao's vision was gradually blurred by the blood flowing from his eye sockets.
After Murong Baoding fell to the ground, he tried to struggle to get up, but it was in vain, he vomited blood continuously.
He knew well that Wei Miao was only a few punches away from taking his own life.
If the two sides fight each other fairly, Murong Baoding will have no way to compete against Wei Miao.
At this moment, Murong Baoding didn't have the slightest thought about dominating the Central Plains rivers and lakes in the future.
Murong Baoding got up three times in a row but gave up halfway, so he could only lie on the ground slumped, his face was pale and he had completely lost his fighting power. This high-minded Bei Mang held the law, with a bitter face, cursing softly: "The dog's day in the Central Plains!" Rivers and lakes!
Not far away, Wei Miao stood there, silently.
Wei Miao, the grand master of Nanzhao, has broken veins all over his body, and he will not fall when he dies!
Since there is Wei Miao in boxing all over the world, how can there be any bullshit reason why I, Wei Miao, fear death and close my fists!
There is no such reason.
She is watching.
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Before Wei Miao died in a heroic battle, the encirclement of the Beimang cavalry army appeared strangely still. The old man had already killed them, and the corpses of the cavalry and the horse had formed a natural horse repelling pile, which was no longer conducive to the cavalry's galloping charge. .
The old swordsman with several arrows in his body spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood, knelt down on one knee, and leaned on the ground with the long sword in his hand to support his figure from falling.
Chai Qingshan is absolutely unwilling to die on his knees, nor does he want to fall to the ground and die, and finally sit cross-legged with the horizontal sword on his knees.
Since the name of the sword is Lushui, the body of the sword is naturally green, just like the spring light in the south of the Central Plains, and the ripples of the sword light under the sunlight are like the water in Dongyue Sword Pool wrinkled by the spring wind.
Chai Qingshan gently wiped the black blood on the blade with his cuff.
When the old man was about to die, he said with a trembling smile: "I have crossed the sword pool in the east, established a school for five hundred years, and watched the rivers and lakes with my sword... The mountains are high, the water is deep, and the sword is strong! I, Chai Qingshan... have never let the three-foot sword be ashamed!"
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Following Cheng Baishuang and Sui Xiegu's two Central Plains masters.
Chai Qingshan died generously in battle.
Wei Miao, following behind, died silently.