Two quarters of an hour later, all the thousands of generals in Huaiyang Pass withdrew from Huaiyang Pass, which shows the orderliness of the Beiliang Frontier Army and Chen Zhibao's insight into military matters.
Bai Hu'er face followed Chu Lushan out of the city for the last time, suddenly turned his horse's head, pulled out the embroidered winter and spring thunder swords hanging from his waist, threw them high, and threw them into the city.
In that small courtyard, Xu Fengnian walked down the steps, and Chen Zhibao slowly walked out of the room where the coffin was placed, and stood on the steps, the tip of the plum wine spear in his hand turned green instantly.
Facing Xu Fengnian, a master of martial arts who is almost independent in martial arts, even if he is seriously injured at this time, no matter how arrogant Chen Zhibao, who is now blessed with the luck of Western Shu, is, he still will not underestimate him in the slightest.
Chen Zhibao lightly shot a gun straight forward. For some reason, there was no such majestic momentum as ordinary people imagined. The purple plum wine pierced Xu Fengnian's chest, who was slightly sideways. The straight gun body immediately bent like a bow, and bounced towards Xu Fengnian's chest. It was the arc word in the four-character formula embroidered by the Gun Immortal King. Xu Fengnian gently pushed on the top of the gun body with one hand. It was the breaking out of the broken force like a thunder falling on the world in an instant. Xu Fengnian turned his palms into fingers, and slowly retreated. "Attack" one by one with dark energy.
Suddenly, Xu Fengnian's figure seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and he slid backwards with both feet on the ground. Just before he was about to lean against the high wall of the small courtyard, he finally stopped. There is a thin line between them.
Xu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood, and gently waved his sleeves with both hands, forcibly suppressing the chaotic energy in his body that was surging like a tide. Suffering a moderate loss, Xu Fengnian exhaled lightly, looking at the Shu king in white who did not take advantage of the victory after the shot, it was very strange, the sudden flow of this aura was not brilliant, only It's only five or six hundred miles, not to mention that it can't compare with the seven or eight hundred miles that Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a and others easily did, let alone Li Chungang's battle on the Guangling River before his death. The distance of thousands of miles between heaven and man, in terms of the speed of air flow, I am afraid that Chen Zhibao is not as good as Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who is now flourishing in the Central Plains rivers and lakes.
Since ancient times, swordsmanship has been contested between spirit and momentum, and so is world martial arts, but no one can deny the importance of continuous energy, which is almost the foundation of a martial artist.
But even though Chen Zhibao's energy flow was not impressive, he was still able to fuse Wang Xiu's four-character tactic in one shot. It seemed that he could have a very romantic and freehand style with only three or four points of effort.
Chen Zhibao, who had the upper hand with one move, said calmly: "This shot is for Beiliang's 300,000 cavalry to slap you. Those Beiliang frontier soldiers whose names are already engraved on the stone tablet shouldn't die so aggrieved."
Xu Fengnian did not engage in any verbal disputes with Chen Zhibao, and slowly gained momentum.
In the previous battle of Guangling River, Xu Fengnian had already experienced Chen Zhibao's plum wine, not to mention that the Spring and Autumn Master Wang Xiu who taught Chen Zhibao spear skills was originally from Beiliang, and he also had two juniors, Xu Yanbing and Han Laoshan. He has worked for the Xu family for many years. It is reasonable to say that Xu Fengnian is close to the water, and he has mastered all kinds of martial arts in the world. Wine, there is always a feeling of inexplicable lack of power, a bit like having more than enough energy but not enough energy, even if Xu Fengnian is better than the realm, but when it comes to making a real shot, it is difficult to achieve full strength, you know Xu Fengnian In the face of Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be able to beat nine martial arts commentators with one manpower at the time, he was even able to give 12 points. The battle with Tuoba Bodhisattva in the Western Regions for thousands of miles was also a hearty effort from the beginning to the end.
Now that Xu Fengnian was severely injured by Tuoba Bodhisattva, it was even more difficult to deal with the plum wine.
But no matter how critical the situation was, Xu Fengnian never complained about others, nor was he angry at Chen Zhibao for taking advantage of the fire.
This is just like Beiliang's current difficult situation. Since the general trend of the world is already like this, if you want to survive, don't worry about whether the methods of Beimang's army from Liyang Temple are not upright. In fact, you, Beiliang, can't care about those .
There is an old saying that one must obey the fate of human affairs, and Xu Fengnian has always believed that whether one should listen to the fate of fate, or whether fate is good or bad, is a very secondary matter. What one has to do is to do one's best, and when one thinks one's affairs are not fulfilled, one must never give up.
At this time, Xiudong Chunlei's long and short swords fell into the small courtyard in the city from outside Huaiyang Pass. Xu Fengnian remained indifferent and let the two swords stick on the ground in the courtyard. Trembling slightly, Ziqi shook slightly.
It's not that Xu Fengnian doesn't want to take over Xiudongchunlei, but he can't.
Chen Zhibao made another shot, reaching a distance of about one shot from Xu Fengnian who was standing at the corner of the wall.
But at the next moment, Xu Fengnian seemed to be motionless, but Chen Zhibao's swift shot pierced Xu Fengnian a few steps to the left, and the plum wine was lightly pressed against the wall, and it stopped when it was tapped.
There was a horizontal smear on Xu Fengnian's chest and shirt, and blood gradually seeped out.
Xu Fengnian frowned. Chen Zhibao's shot was very fast. It was aimed in a straight line, but it was not so fast that Xu Fengnian could not avoid it. So Xu Fengnian took three steps across, but the tip of the plum wine's spear appeared in an instant. At the heart.
Therefore, when Xu Fengnian returned to the original place, his clothes were still scratched by the unsharp gun.
Chen Zhibao slowly took back the plum wine.
The door of the secluded courtyard was never closed, and the breeze was blowing.
There is a jujube tree in the corner of the small courtyard, which is full of fruits, and the branches are covered with green and red dates.
Whenever the autumn wind arrives in the northwest, almost every household in Beiliang will eat jujubes. Even weak children can easily shake them off. Next, the younger children in the family choose those jujube trees with slender branches, shake them vigorously, and let the red dates hit the top of their heads, implying the birth of a precious son early.
On that unremarkable jujube tree, a date suddenly left the branch without a sound, collided with the lower branches and other dates, and then fell to the ground.
Xu Fengnian made an unimaginable movement, put his hands into his cuffs, and after posing this posture as if he was waiting to die, his face was a little pale, and he looked at Chen Zhibao.
The jujube, which was more inconspicuous than the jujube tree, fell to the ground lightly and burst with a bang.
The stick of plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand seemed to be hit by an invisible flying sword.
Thunder falls on the earth and resounds in the sky.
This is the spirit of Gu Jiantang's mastery of Fang Cunlei at the bottom of the box.
But Qi controls all things as the wrist of the flying sword, and the realm where the heart goes to where the sword goes is the root of swordsmanship in the Wu Family Sword Tomb.
As the first jujube fell to the ground, the jujubes suddenly fell like rain, one by one quickly fell to the ground, some exploded dullly, and some fell quietly.
There were circles of ripples around Chen Zhibao, with different heights, like countless small stones hitting a calm lake. The mysterious picture was like a fairy handwriting, blooming lotus flowers out of thin air on a piece of snow-white rice paper.
Chen Zhibao closed his eyes and clenched the plum wine tightly. Even if the ripples rippled three feet above his head, he still didn't dodge, let alone shoot a gun to break the deadlock.
A circle of ripples spread slightly in the air just an inch above his shoulders.
Chen Zhibao was waiting, patiently waiting for Xu Fengnian's trump card, waiting for the moment when Xu Fengnian wanted to kill. As for those seemingly mysterious and unparalleled ripples, they were nothing more than a painless cover-up.
For Chen Zhibao's current plum wine, there is no flawless first striker in the world. His late striker is confident that he can kill Deng Tai'a, who is known as the unparalleled lethality in the world, so no matter who he is fighting with. He was considered invincible even in the battle, not to mention the young feudal lord in front of him who was at the end of his strength.
Some ripples swayed very "casually" far away from Chen Zhibao.
When the trees are full of jujubes.
Xu Fengnian moved his cuffs slightly, and small and exquisite flying swords hovered quietly in front of him one by one.
At the same time, the ripples that had disappeared around Chen Zhibao resurfaced.
Big and small, high and low.
Another swaying snow-white lotus flower emerged from the respective ripples.
A small courtyard seems to be full of lotus flowers, and there is a faint and pleasant sound of dingdong.
This is the Thunder Pond of Master Liu Hao, the gatekeeper of Tai'an City, and the Great Yellow Court of Wang Chonglou, the old head teacher of Wudang.
The thunder pond is full of lotus flowers.
In a desperate situation, full of vitality.