The east of Tiemenguan is conducive to the cavalry attack, so it is naturally a good place where people are easy to die.
Two hundred Qingqi against eight hundred Qingqi, and the two hundred imperial guards are not afraid to fight.
Unlike the sons of the rich and powerful in the capital who mixed into this royal army to win gold jobs in previous years, after Zhang Julu came to power, he personally looked through the imperial forest military records. It was half empty, and many generals who entered the army with their real skills were no exception. This made Zhang Julu very unpopular with the military generals in the capital. Several veterans who had meritorious service in the Spring and Autumn Period would yell at each other when they met, and one of them lived on the same street. The old general simply blocked the door and questioned the purple-bearded and blue-eyed son, and asked Mr. Shoufu, with his grandson's combat power, how could he not be an ordinary soldier of the Imperial Forest Army! Zhang Shoufu walked out the door, and said plainly that your grandson is indeed capable, but your great-grandson will definitely not have the ability in the future. I just closed the door twenty years in advance. The old general, who was still in an important position at the time, didn't understand the polite and crooked reasoning. Fortunately, he didn't dare to roll up his sleeves against the chief assistant of the dynasty. He just made up his mind to never communicate with each other. Marriage is delayed. The old general stepped down from his second position in the Ministry of War many years later, and he took the initiative to come to apologize.
The boy in black passed Yuan Meng and Qingniao, the school captains of Fengziying, and faced a middle-aged warrior who rushed out of the cavalry. This imperial guard wore a sword but did not use a sword. Immediately, the flesh and blood dried up, turning into shocking skinny bones. After breaking away from the confinement, he seized the opportunity with his backhand, trying to tear off the hands of the yellow and thin boy in front of him. Xu Longxiang was still exerting his force swiftly, but he just kicked out the middle-aged bodyguard who escorted the prince Zhao Kai all the way. It's just that when his arms swelled in an instant and became as strong as the mouth of a big bowl, the boy remained motionless. The guard immediately let go, pressed the boy's toes with both hands, and the whole person took advantage of his strength to fly into the air, avoiding the fatal blow. The man crossed his feet and bumped, like climbing up a ladder, he was quick, Xu Longxiang reached out faster, grabbed one ankle, pulled his whole body down, raised his knees, and immersed himself after entering the palace The man who had been using the secrets for many years was elbowed hard, but was still hit by the young boy's knee on the abdomen, and his muscular body drifted away. Fortunately, the cavalry behind him was skilled in equestrian skills, and they all escaped in an emergency. The man grasped the ground with one hand and five fingers like a hook. A gully several feet long was drawn on the ground before he stopped and retreated, his belly turned and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, the man stood up with a bit of fear in his eyes.
Since scholars can sell their talents to the emperor's family, many top reckless men are naturally willing to sell them to the imperial court with their martial arts. Unlike the Xu family in Beiliang who have no official and no power, as long as they have the ability to work in the imperial palace in the capital, they are really savages. Home. This golden knife guard who was bestowed by the emperor with a golden sword is a leader who has achieved fame because of his outstanding martial arts. Once he returned home to visit his relatives. Back then, the sect he belonged to was suppressed by the county guards and generals. The world was turned upside down, the snobbish sheriff asked an old man in the county to write a plaque, and personally sent someone to the sect to hang it, but he was originally restricted by the rules of the palace, and he never planned to care about anything with the sheriff , After that, he brought a direct disciple of a master uncle in the gang to the capital, and was lucky to become the second golden knife guard.
The middle-aged golden sword guard let out a foul breath slowly, and surrounded and killed the black-clothed boy together with several other colleagues. The man thought to himself, even if he died here today, he would be worthy of the sect.
Xu Longxiang walked in a straight line with strides, his eyes fixed on the woman in a white cassock.
Qingniao Yiqi was the first to fall into the battle, and with a momentary spear in his hand, he shot at the stabbing face of the enemy cavalry on the opposite side, shaking his wrist lightly, using the drag formula and the arc marksmanship, to kill the capable cavalry who thought that a round would be over when he brushed his body, Give him a shot through the back of his heart. The spear returned in an arc, and the blue bird swept across the body of the imperial cavalry in an instant, and it was swept into two pieces. She was not obsessed with fighting. She only killed one of the cavalry with her carbine, and she didn't use it anymore. Even if the imperial cavalry stopped her for a moment, she only galloped towards the carriage.
When the first wave of people brushed against each other with spears and spears, more than thirty corpses rolled down on the ground.
Like two blades cutting flesh and blood.
The two wounds continued to tear and expand rapidly.
Yuan Meng knocked over an enemy cavalry with a single shot, and the body of the Imperial Forest Army whose armor was pierced with bleeding holes was thrown into the air.
The cavalry, who still had the strength to fight, twisted their bodies in the air, trying to stand firm on the ground and draw their swords to fight again.
It's a pity that before he landed, he was chopped off the whole head by a white horse Yicong with a sharp knife.
Yuan Meng laughed loudly: "Hong Ruanzi, you are rewarded with this head. Don't be stingy again when you go back, please Captain Yuan give you a good rub!"
Hong Shuwen, who was expressionless, muttered softly: "If I make me a vice captain, I will treat you to drink flower wine."
Yuan Meng's ears are good, even in the battle between the horses and the two sides, he still heard clearly, and laughed and cursed: "Fuck your mother! Wait until you kill ten people before you mention this to me!"
Hong Shuwen twisted the Beiliang knife in his hand into an upside-down spring onion style, bent over to avoid a shot, and with the help of the horse under his crotch charging forward, the cold knife quickly slid along the barrel of the gun, cutting off the arm of the enemy cavalry, and then Half of the head was chopped off by this famous ruthless son of Feng Ziying.
The horse is still running forward, but the man is dead.
Hong Shuwen, who still had a Beiliang knife in his waist, said calmly, "There are two."
Wang Chong, who was charging forward, glanced at a white horse righteous follower who died in front of him, and gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, a group of red clouds floated over the heads of the crowd and fell towards the outside of the iron gate.
Before a cavalryman of the Royal Forest Army fell to the ground and died, he could vaguely see the scene of flying swords in the distance forming a warring state division. When he closed his eyes, he cursed weakly: "Fuck you, the 18th generation of the capital scholars of your ancestors, don't you all say that the son of Beiliang will only spend the first month?" Do you want to bully girls?"
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Xu Fengnian met Lei Chi twice.
Outside the city of Emperor Wudi, Deng Tai'a's Leichi sword array killed the heavenly man Zhao Xuansu.
The thunder pool in the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor in the Great Qin Dynasty was cracked by the demon leader Luoyang's flick of a sword.
One piece and one piece.
Xu Fengnian has his own flying sword to make thunder.
He once told Xu Beizhi that killing people with flying swords is very easy within a few meters away and within a few meters.
The sickly old monk in black didn't pay attention to the revenge words of the young son of Beiliang at first. A martial artist with slow Qi movement, let alone Yang Taisui, I am afraid that even a second-rank master can let him go. You, Xu Fengnian, can't afford to walk around, but you were a little surprised when the sword energy poured out like a river bursting an embankment when the horse rushed towards you. Yang Taisui has stayed away from court disputes these years, and has traveled the rivers and lakes. With his extremely rich city and experience, some fragmentary words in the martial arts can squeeze out the water and wipe away the smoke, and deduce the inside story that is not too far from the truth. It's just that he originally expected that Xu Fengnian, who had Wang Chonglou as a gift to Da Huang Ting, should not have such withered internal energy, and his sword energy should not be so fierce.
Yang Taisui gently waved his sleeves again and again.
The twelve flying swords rebounded and jumped again and again.
Xu Fengnian stopped his horse ten feet away, holding Chunlei and Chunqiu with both hands. Be quiet, don't make a sound, don't say a word.
This is the strength of Wu Jiafei's sword with a perfect sword embryo. Wherever the mind comes, the sword's edge will come. What's more, these twelve flying swords have condensed the whole life of Deng Tai'a, the peach blossom sword god. Even if he erased the Ruyi sword embryo before giving the sword, the twelve flying swords themselves are already round and transparent.
"Return to the sect."
The old monk in black smiled and spit out two words. One hand stood upright on the chest, and the other sleeve was rolled up, and the six flying swords were rolled into the cuff in one go.
The big sleeves are billowing and propped up like a bulge.
Among the other six flying swords, Tai'a stabbed Yang Taisui between the eyebrows.
The old monk raised his hand and patted Tai Ah, his figure seemed to be walking slowly, but this palm stuck to Tai Ah's four flying swords in the air.
The other two bamboo horses and peach blossoms hit the old monk's back one after another, but the cassock swayed like a stone in the lake, the bamboo horses and peach blossoms all returned without success, and they pinched two swords between the four fingers of Yang Taisui's palm.
The twelve swords are all in the sleeves and hands of the old monk.
Yang Taisui looked at the young man who was sitting still on the horse, and said softly, "Can your Highness just retreat?"
Xu Fengnian twitched his lips, "It's still early. You're not dead yet."
Stretching out his hand, he flicked his fingers in the air in front of him.
The six swords were still imprisoned by the palm and fingers of the old monk in black, but the six swords in his sleeve had already come out of his sleeve.
Yang Taisui snorted, and muttered to himself: "Knock your finger to cut off longevity?"
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Dao is not monopolized by Taoism. The three religions have been struggling to find their own Dao.
And Confucianism is not the same as the Confucianism that Zhang Shengren later set many rules and drew rules.
If it wasn't for owed a favor that had to be repaid, Cao Changqing really wanted to chat with this white-clothed soldier saint about the difference in Tao between them.
Cao Changqing became a Confucian saint, thanks to the ruins of the Xilei Wall, to Her Royal Highness's sentence that the rise and fall are the suffering of the people, and to the scholarly spirit that still survived after the Western Chu Kingdom was destroyed.
He was very curious about why Chen Zhibao could skip the sky and go straight to the land god.
In fact, with Chen Zhibao's outstanding talent, following the martial arts realm step by step, stepping into the celestial realm, and then becoming a land god as a Confucian saint, such a Confucian saint who is both a saint of the three religions and a martial artist, I am afraid that he really has no choice but to admit defeat up.
The current Chen Zhibao is in a very mysterious and strange situation that no one has ever seen before. He is neither an immortal in a false realm, nor Wang Xianzhi's power to prove that he transcends the world.
Pity.
It would be nice to wait another ten years.
However, there is one thing that the official can be sure of. Chen Zhibao's quiet enshrinement has a lot to do with the death of the holy monk Nagarjuna of the Liangchan Temple.
After Cao Changqing sighed, he stretched out his hand to grab it.
Instead of Xu Weixiong, he said the word "Chi" that was too late to say.
A purple sky thunder was grabbed by him from the nine heavens.
The reason why Cao Changqing is known as the leader of the celestial phenomena is naturally because of his great flair.
Before Chen Zhibao met Cao Changqing, he dismounted lightly, patted the horse, and let it run away.
Looking up at the sky thunder landed.
Suddenly plunged the rod of deep purple plum wine into the ground.
Cao Changqing smiled slightly, and said the word "Chi" again, this time with the palm facing down.
The law is heaven and earth!