The sun rises in the East China Sea, and the rays of light are overwhelming.
Between heaven and earth, beyond the Northwest Great Wall, the sun is like a ray of tide, slowly advancing from east to west, bringing infinite light.
A flag with Xu characters on the top of the city of Jubei, and a big flag in the center of the Beimang camp outside the city, were illuminated by the sun almost at the same time.
Under the turmoil of Beimang, His Royal Highness the Prince of Beimang was riding a bloody horse, wearing a gorgeous golden armor, looking towards the southern city, full of ambition and smiling.
And under the king's flag at the top of the city, there is a drum ring that is more than ten feet above the top of the city. A young woman in plain clothes climbed up the steps and stood in front of a big cowhide drum. He lowered the sword box behind his back and slammed it heavily on the ground, then took a step forward, seemingly hesitating for a moment, finally took a deep breath, picked up the drumstick, and held it tightly. After seeing this scene, those veterans of the Beibei City who had experienced the war in the Spring and Autumn Period became uncontrollably excited.
Perhaps today's Beiliang frontier army, the most powerful Beiliang iron cavalry in the world, the real backbone force already belongs to Li Mofan, Liu Yanchao, and Ning Emei, these illustrious generals who are in their prime, and it won't even take long before the military power will be transferred to Yu Luandao , Cao Wei, Kou Jianghuai, Xie Xizhen and other younger generals,
It's like a person's life, old age, sickness and death, irresistible, but in the hearts of those old people in Beiliang, especially those who have personally experienced the Battle of Xileibi in the Spring and Autumn Dingding Battle, the big drum and the white clothes are the most vivid memories new. For this brand-new city located at the gate of the northwest border, the most important thing next to hanging plaques is not the official completion of the general's mansion, but the construction of a platform and a drum, which is quite unimaginable to outsiders!
This big drum comes from the Qingliangshan treasury. The Xu family has treasured it for many years. Even the drumsticks have a long history. The big drum was made during the battle of Xileibi. Enter Beiliang together. Since ancient times, military strategists have heard the sound of drums and the sound of gold and gold retreated. This is also the reason for beating drums and ringing gold. According to the yin and yang experts in the Qin Dynasty, spring growth, summer growth, autumn harvest and winter storage are the natural cycle. The drum is made of wood, which means energy. Hair grows, so drums go into battle, and autumn belongs to gold, so it should be restrained, and it is used to symbolize retreat in military affairs. The Central Plains heard that after the Northwest Xu family withdrew from the Central Plains to go to the frontier, the barbarians of Northern Liang had a tradition of "behind the western wall, the Xu family did not hear the sound of gold and only beat the drum". It must be an exaggeration to think that no matter how strong and elite the army is, how can it truly fight and never retreat.
The drum is still the big cowhide drum, but the woman is not the woman she used to be, but the sword box is still the same, the white clothes are still the same, and the alluring city and country are still the same.
The woman turned her head to look at the carriageway, and the slender figure was slowly walking towards the middle of the city head, above the city gate where the plaque was hung. He was wearing a feudal king's python robe from the Lingzhou Jinlu Weaving Bureau. Under the sunlight, The black gold python robe was shining brightly.
As if sensing the woman's gaze, the young man turned his head to look back and smiled at her.
The stunning woman, who was a little uneasy at first, suddenly felt at peace, and the place where her heart was at peace was my hometown. She had never told him that as long as she could see his figure within sight, she would feel at ease.
She lowered her head and glanced at the red sandalwood sword box at her feet, then slowly raised her head, her eyes became resolute, she held drumsticks in both hands, and was about to beat the drum. For Beiliang and Northwest, build momentum for him.
Under the top of the city, after shouting that no one in Beiliang dared to fight, the head of the Northern Mang Wanfu laughed even harder. He leaned back slightly and looked up at the top of the city of Jubei. Arrogant, looking forward to being a hero, really regards the iron armor at the top of the city as nothing.
It's just that when he saw the Liyang feudal king's python robe appearing directly above the city gate, he couldn't help tightening the reins, sat up straight, and subconsciously pressed the handle of the mang knife with one hand.
He didn't see him, so he pulled his horse away immediately, but just looked uprightly at the legendary king of Liyang with a different surname. Although there was some panic in his heart, his innate pursuit of power suppressed that fear. He knew very well that his words about the confrontation between the two armies today were destined to have spread inside and outside the city of Jubei, and would soon spread throughout the two capitals of the grassland. And in Beiliang Pass, it was even passed into the ears of His Majesty the Emperor, and into the ears of the young king from Liyang in Tai'an City. Even if you haven't killed the enemy yet, this is already a monstrous military achievement, and it must reach the heavens, and no one can hide it. If you can say a few words to the young Xinliang King, it will help you to become famous in the two dynasties, so He calmed down his thoughts, turned the horse around deliberately, pointed the whip at the top of the city, and shouted knowingly: "You are Xu Fengnian?!"
It's a pity that the young man cast his eyes on the Beimang camp, as if he was looking for something, and he didn't pay any attention to the Chief Wan who had won the first prize in a few words.
The self-deprecating Mr. Wan was about to continue provoking, but he didn't expect that with the wave of the golden armored knight under the shovel, the army of Beimang sounded horns, and the siege battle ended like this Prologue.
The dark Beimang infantry took the lead and began to move forward slowly, like locusts crossing the border, from north to south.
Looking north from the head of Jubei City, among the dense swarms of locusts, 2,300 catapults of different sizes, under the busy supervision of the military supervisory officials of the Southern Dynasty, finally took root everywhere and formed an arc. , with Jubei City as the arc center. Beimang catapults are divided into six types, including giant catapults that need to be pulled by more than two hundred people, and small catapults that can be successfully driven by 20 to 30 people with outstanding physical strength. This is the first large-scale battle of Hutou City in the world. Not only the total number of catapults is even more shocking when attacking Jubei City this time, but also the large catapults account for the majority, which naturally means that Jubei City has to endure even more terrifying scenes. Scattering flowers", the pouring rain can only be stopped until Beimang exhausts the boulder reserves of the two peaks.
Among the swarms of locusts, there are also bed crossbows specially made by the military inspector of the Southern Dynasty. Unlike the bed crossbows that are mostly used as defensive weapons in the Central Plains, Bei Mang, which naturally has the advantage of cavalry, has a very simple function. Arrow nails as thick as iron spears were shot into the city wall, making it easier for the siege infantry to climb and attach.
The dare-to-death soldiers who were hailed as the soldiers of the thousand gold by the Northern Mang frontier army, similar to the first-class elite soldiers of the Southern Dynasty, would hide among the siege soldiers, and they would not attack by erecting ladders or towering buildings with obvious targets. At the top of the city, they gave up their shields, only wore light leather armor, held a sword in their mouths, and relied on the arrows inserted into the city wall to shape themselves like mountain apes, quickly climbing and swaying up, as surprise soldiers Raid and harass the defenders.
The army of Bei Mang was pressing down on the border. In addition to the most conspicuous and eye-catching royal family flag, a flag of the prairie commander was also fluttering in the wind, making a sound of hunting.
His Royal Highness the Prince of Beimang frowned suddenly, because on the side of the steed horse under his crotch, a stocky and dull man suddenly appeared. He didn't wear iron armor or a sword. Cloth bag.
His Royal Highness, the crown prince who was personally recruited by the royal family, bent down slightly, and looked like a gentleman of the Central Plains. He asked with a pleasant smile, "Grandmaster Deng, why did you show up so soon? Is it possible that there are still people in Beiliang who can kill all the way to this place?"
The man with the tip of a broken spear hidden in his pouch remained silent.
In just three or four years, the masters of the Beimang martial arts were in disarray, and they were in a bleak situation. The master of the Taoist sect, who had subdued a young unicorn with supernatural powers, had already ascended and passed away. Five raccoons died at the hands of the King of Xinliang, Hong Jingyan of Chess Sword Yuefu died in the Longyaner Plain, the ancestors of the Tongren were missing, and a large number of masters including Xiao Niandou and Tie Qier from the Gongzhufen died in Beiliangguan. The first person, Luoyang and Huyanguan, have long been hidden from the world. It is rumored that they are watching coldly in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains. Today, there are only a handful of masters in Beimang, except for Tuoba Bodhisattva who is still standing, and the second head of the Zhong family. Only this man surnamed Deng can hold up the overall situation.
So he was arranged by Li Mibi, the leader of Beimang's spider web, to be next to His Royal Highness the Prince in case of accidents. After all, this young man with bright golden armor is the nominal commander of the 400,000 army in Beimang.
The reason why Deng Mao, the broken spear hidden in the dark, appeared is simple.
He knew that the devil in white who made the entire grassland bow its head in the past had arrived, and was about to enter the battlefield!
As for the woman who once pierced through the Northern Mang, the Southern Dynasties and the Beiting, Deng Mao knew the depth of her cultivation better than anyone else.
Commander Wan Mang knew that he should retreat no matter what, and the army behind him was about to launch a salvo on Jubei City to cover the rapid advance of the siege infantry.
But at this moment, the burly general who was about to turn around felt a gust of wind blowing around him, turned his head in shock, and found that the young man in the python robe was standing on the side of the horse under his crotch at some point, and the enemy and us were facing the city. The first person turned his back to the city, and the famous young man quietly looked at the prairie army.
No one could have imagined that this majestic feudal lord would go out of the city in person, and the heartbroken Beimang Wanfu was stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "Why did you leave the city?! Xu Fengnian, how dare you..."
Before the Chief Wan finished speaking, the war horse under his crotch seemed to be overwhelmed by the mountain, and his four legs were broken, and the horse's belly hit the ground with a slam. He slanted and slid, and finally the head was held in the palm of the young feudal lord, and he threw it forward lightly. Suddenly, the corpse of the cavalier who was bleeding from all seven orifices was thrown tens of feet away and died on the spot.
On the head of the northern city, a woman beats a drum.
This is probably the first time that Beiliang has uttered his voice to this world.
Following the sound of the drum, when Xu Fengnian appeared outside the city, one after another, like meteors, fell to the ground outside Jubei City, standing on the same line as the young vassal king, facing north.
On the left side of the young vassal king is a middle-aged swordsman who rushed from Western Shu to Beiliang, one of the four great masters of martial arts, Deng Tai'a.
He held his hands behind his back, with two swords hanging from his waist, and the strong wind was blowing on his face, making this Peach Blossom Sword God, who had been walking in the rivers and lakes all year round because of his plain appearance, but had never been identified by anyone, finally exuded a kind of sword fairy demeanor that he was the only one in the world of swordsmanship. .
On the right side of the young feudal lord, dressed in white, is Luoyang, the devil who possesses the dual identities of the Great Idea of Princess Beimang's Tomb and the leader of Liyang Zhulu Mountain.
She didn't turn her head to look at Xu Fengnian, but looked ahead and said calmly: "You missed the appointment."
The young prince smiled and said nothing.
Xu Yanbing landed heavily on the left side of Deng Tai'a with an iron spear in his hand, and said softly: "I never thought that I would have the opportunity to fight side by side with the Peach Blossom Sword God in this life."
Deng Tai'a replied concisely: "I am also very lucky."
A purple dress fluttered to the ground, stomped her feet lightly, and the knotted part of the skirt loosened.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled relievedly, like an innocent secular woman. After the accident in the snowy plain, it was the first time for this amazingly talented woman to be so relaxed.
After this battle, if you and I owe each other no more, then we will never see each other again.
Xu Ying in Zhu Pao landed next to Luo Yang in white, turned her head and smiled sweetly, looking at her and him with joy on her face.
Sui Xiegu, in white clothes and white hair, raised his one arm after landing on the ground, and twirled his long snow-white eyebrows with his fingers. This old man who had eaten countless famous swords in the world still didn't wear a sword, but let out a light breath.
A glass of wine is full of the sun and the moon, and the breath destroys the five mountains.
The blind female luthier Xue Songguan stood holding the qin, her head tilted slightly, and she pressed her two fingers together lightly on the strings, ready to trigger.
Knock your fingers to ask about longevity, and knock your fingers to break longevity.
Wu Liuding, the contemporary sword champion of the Wu family's sword tomb, looked towards the Bei Mang army ahead, and said with a smile, "Compared to the battle our Wu family ancestors encountered back then, it was much bigger, and we must brag about it with Wen Busheng in the future. After going through this experience, my young master, I have seen strong winds and waves."
Cuihua, the sword servant who kept her eyes closed all the time, turned her head and opened her eyes to look at the top of the city. She glanced at the woman in white who was beating the drum like thunder. After looking away, she whispered, "Am I ugly and have a bad temper?" some?"
Wu Liuding was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Cuihua! Ever since I ate your sauerkraut, you are Wu Liuding's number one good match in my life! Must!"
Not far away, Wudang Daoist Yu Xingrui, who carried a mahogany sword on his back, laughed loudly, "You boy, you have a bit of the demeanor of that little junior brother of Pindao."
On the other side, Mao Shulang, the master of swordsmanship, Cheng Baishuang, an elderly Confucian scholar, and Ji Liuan, the chief guest of Nanjiang Dragon Palace, stood side by side.
Mao Shulang closed his eyes and rested his mind, with his palm resting on the handle of the knife at his waist.
Ji Liu'an squinted his eyes and looked towards the north, like the army of Bei Mang rushing through the flood, calm and composed.
Cheng Baishuang, who was only one step away from the realm of Confucian saints, held his back with one hand, raised his beard with the other, looked to the sky and muttered to himself: "Sir, who said that my generation of scholars has no courage?"
On the far left, Wei Miao, the first person in Nanzhao, folded his arms around his chest, and beside him was Chai Qingshan, the suzerain of Dongyue Jianchi.
Wei Miao asked in a crappy Central Plains official accent: "Sect Master Chai, I heard that the scenery of Dongyue Jianchi is very good?"
Chai Qingshan nodded with a smile and said: "It's not as steep and remote as your 100,000 mountains, but it's also unique. If Mr. Wei has the opportunity to visit my Dongyue Jianchi in the future, I will definitely take out the three jars of self-brewed apricot blossom wine to entertain the guests! "
On the far right, the groom and junior brother Lou Huang each have swords at their waists. The sabers are Shu Dao Fushi, one of the top ten famous swords in the world, and the sabers are just ordinary Beiliang war swords.
Lou Huang said solemnly: "Don't forget the agreement."
The groom laughed it off.
Outside the Northwest Pass, above the first line.
eighteen people.
Among the army of Beimang, Chun Nabo Tuoba Qiyun and Yeludong, the relative of the emperor, looked at each other in blank dismay, and the latter finally said, "Is this okay? Is Beiliang considered dying?"
Tuoba Qiyun turned his head to look to the south, answered the question slowly and said: "Deng Mao, the Broken Spear next to His Royal Highness, plus your second uncle Zhongliang, and Murong Baoding, who holds the festival order in Juzizhou, these are the three martial arts masters. Even if the spider web Li Mibi still has a backup, it still seems to be a little stretched."
Yeludong twitched the corners of his mouth, "Such a soul-stirring grand master battle, will your father be absent?"
There was some regret in Tuoba Qiyun's eyes, he shook his head and sighed: "My father never said that he would come here in person, maybe he really missed it."
Yeludong curled his lips, lightly waved his horsewhip, and lazily said, "That would be the greatest regret in life."
At this moment, in the open space between the two horses, a burly figure appeared out of thin air, with its arms reaching to its knees, and a faint golden light quickly flowed through the whole body, like golden dragon pythons emerging from the clouds.
The visitor said with a blank expression: "The two of you immediately retreat ten miles back."
Tuoba Qiyun, whose precious name is Beimang Chun Nabo, steered his horse to the north without saying a word.
Even if it was as rebellious as Yelu Dongchuang, after hearing this man's undeniable words, he did not hesitate to retreat with Tuoba Qiyun.
When this figure appeared in the Beimang army, Deng Mao who was guarding the prince of Beimang, the demon leader Zhongliang who kept pace with the great general Zhong's supernatural powers, and Murong Baoding, the festival-holding order at the front line of the army, were the three Beimang's most powerful... The top experts all trembled in unison.
This person stood in place, motionless like a mountain. Although he was on a flat ground, he was as majestic as Kunlun, the ancestor dragon of the world's mountains.
Above the northern city, the sound of a drum was the loudest.
The young vassal king in a python robe with fluttering sleeves then repeated silently, "Kill!"
The remaining seventeen Central Plains masters silently recited the word "killing" at the same time with a tacit understanding.
While the strong infantry formed in the middle of Beimang advanced steadily forward, a 5,000-man elite cavalry stood out on each of the left and right wings, and their horseshoes were like thunder.
Two cavalry troops who are good at cavalry and archery cooperate with the middle rifle, and are responsible for intensive shooting at the head of Jubei City, which is used to block the bows and crossbows that suppress the head of the city, so that the siege infantry can quickly advance to the city.
The Eighteen Grandmasters were in the first line of the tide, located at the left and right outermost Lou Huang Yu Groom and Wei Miao Chai Qingshan. The four Central Plains martial arts masters divided into two groups, and each of them rushed forward calmly, blocking the cavalry's charge route.
The army of Bei Mang quickly advanced on the route, because the eighteen people left the city to resist the enemy, it was supposed to be later than the arrow rain and the bed crossbow behind the catapult, the huge arrows piercing the air, went first Appearing on the battlefield, it was as if swords from land sword immortals shot at the dozens of masters who blocked their way.
In the field of view of the Wu family's contemporary sword crown, which swept forward the fastest, two black spots appeared in an instant, and he laughed loudly: "If you talk about the skill of controlling the sword, who can compete with my Wu family's sword tomb?!"
While talking and laughing, the young Sword Crown turned sideways and continued to move forward, with his arms outstretched, his five fingers like hooks, and the two bed crossbow arrows that had stabbed at his shoulders almost at the same time were held by him one after the other, the arrows as thick as spears With great inertia, the arrow rubbed violently against the strong aura between the five fingers of the young sword crown, and shot out bursts of unimaginable lightning and flint. Wu Liuding's figure was dragged back more than ten steps by the two arrows that were as long as a man. The feet slid out of the flying dust on the ground, and finally changed from a virtual grip to a real grip. Each of the five fingers of both hands gripped an arrow at the end of the crossbow. With a twist, the figure spun around, and angrily shouted "I'll give it back to you"! Throwing the two "long swords" in his hand at a speed not inferior to the previous one, they pierced through the air and pierced through more than two rows of six or seven shielded infantry in one breath, and the corpses were strung together like candied haws.
The young Jianguan didn't give up, he stood with his feet in front of him, put his fingers together, and pulled back, "The seventh momentum of Jianzhong Yangqi, the wild goose crosses back!"
The two fierce arrows that broke through the formation and killed the enemy were pulled out instantly, and returned to the young Jianguan. The sword servant Cuihua beside Wu Liuding pulled out the ancient sword Su Wang, casually slashed forward, split a powerful arrow in two, and flew away from her shoulders less than a foot behind her in vain, and slumped down on the ground. On the ground twenty feet away.
Standing side by side with the sword crown again, the female sword attendant frowned and said softly: "When you make a move, you make a move. Making a sound when facing the enemy is a taboo in Jianzhong's pregnancy, and it is the most harmful to breathing."
The young Jianguan yelled softly, "Go!" After throwing the two arrows forward again, he turned to her and said with a bright smile, "I always feel bored in fighting, and I can't show the demeanor of a master."
The sword servant Cuihua smiled helplessly, walked forward slowly, raised his hand and swung his sword again, and chopped a huge arrow that was flying towards the city from the right hand side into two pieces.
A bed crossbow arrow was heading towards Daxueping Ziyi. She tiptoed and jumped up gracefully. When she landed, she just stepped on the middle of the arrow. The end of the arrow suddenly fell and touched the ground. Sliding hard to the south until it came to a complete stop.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng just stood above the arrow, shifting his sight a little, and saw the scarlet vermilion robe that was intentionally blocking the young vassal king before wearing the python robe, whirling around like a butterfly. The imposing arrows were like hitting a stone with an egg, and instantly shattered and turned into powder.
An arrow was not able to shoot accurately at the sword-eating ancestor, but just passed by, but the bored Sui Xiegu still stretched out his one arm, and put his palm against the arrow, the old man's arm remained motionless, The latter was broken inch by inch.
Dozens of bed crossbow arrows that missed the net passed through the gap between the masters and shot towards the city by chance.
Unknowingly, the blind female qin master behind all the masters suddenly stood still and put the guqin in front of her. Under the control of a woman whose attainments in Zhixuan rank among the top three in the world, the guqin hovered in the air and stopped. The luthier closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind between heaven and earth. He lightly wiped the strings with his thumbs, and the speed at which he dropped his fingers on the strings became faster and faster. There must be an arrow bursting in the air for no reason.
After the shot from the bed crossbow, there was a suffocating bang from the army in the middle of Beimang, and a wave of black and heavy rain immediately fell on the ground.
Standing on the arrow, Huishan Ziyi slightly raised his chin, following the majestic rain of arrows that was getting closer and closer to the top of the black clouds.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng heard the unique hoarse voice of the blind female luthier Xue Songguan, "Everyone, don't pay attention to the matters above your heads."
Then Cheng Baishuang, an old Confucian scholar, smiled and said, "Let this old man help Miss Xue."
The scholar of the old Southern Tang Dynasty, who was appointed to testify to Confucianism and Confucianism on Xiaolianhua Peak in Wudang Mountains, closed his eyes, listened to the Qingyue piano sound behind him, and murmured: "Among all the instruments, the virtue of the piano is the best, so since ancient times Since then, scholars have not withdrawn their qin for no reason. It never occurred to me that Cheng has not played the qin, and it has been twenty years."
Facing the overwhelming rain of arrows pouring towards the northern city, Xue Songguan took a deep breath, and for the first time held down the strings with both hands. When she tried her best to pluck the strings, it happened that Cheng Baishuang said loudly: "The sound is so loud! Le Wule!"
Tens of thousands of menacing arrows from Beimang froze in the sky outside Jubei City, responding to the voice of Confucian saints in the Southern Tang Dynasty and the chords of the West Shu luthier.
Xue Songguan's tail finger bent, caught a string of the qin, and snapped it off.
The group of arrows that suddenly hovered in the air outside the city all shattered and fell straight down.
A trace of scarlet oozes from the corner of Xue Songguan's expressionless mouth.
Now, Cheng Baishuang, who had a deep sense of heaven and earth, turned his head to look, and the blind female luthier who had always closed her eyes shook her head slightly, signaling to the old Confucian scholar that she was fine.
Although these martial arts masters from Beiliang and Liyang stood in front of the army, the Beimang middle road formation still moved forward steadily according to the established strategy, especially the shield-wielding infantry in front, almost everyone regarded death as home and had the will to die.
In less than a hundred steps, the Beimang heavy armored infantry could clearly see those romantic figures who had climbed to the top of the martial arts, the young Liang King wearing the python robe of the Liyang feudal king, and the bright red robe beside him. Robe, and Luoyang in white clothes not far from the young vassal king, is the number one person in the evil way who is famous on the grassland, there is also a middle-aged swordsman who has not yet made a move from the beginning to the end, and a man with a gun slightly behind.
This group of people is relatively centered, and there are several people on the left and right slowly moving forward.
The contemporary sword crown of the Wu Family Sword Tomb is carrying a bed crossbow arrow on his shoulders, his hands resting lazily on the arrow body, and the sword servant Cuihua beside him is holding Su Wang, with sword energy full of sleeves.
On the other side, Mao Shulang finally slowly pulled out the saber from its sheath, the saber was named "Dazhuo", Ji Liu'an held the horizontal sword in front of him, flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, and his voice was as clear as a young phoenix's long cry.
Located dozens of steps behind the young vassal king, there are three masters, Xuanyuan Qingfeng of Huishan, Sui Xiegu and Wudang Yu Xingrui.
The two cavalry armies protruding from the two wings of the Beimang Middle Road infantry both encountered an interception that was absolutely unimaginable beforehand, which was absurd and tragic.
For the groom and the building shortage.
Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao.
It was the two of them who blocked five thousand Beimang cavalry each.
There is a similarity between cavalry on the battlefield and the masters of the rivers and lakes, that is, they pay attention to cohesion, so what will happen if the cavalry on the battlefield confronts the masters of the rivers and lakes, and neither side is willing to retreat?
At that time and that place, there was once the Sword Emperor of Xishu who wielded his sword alone and beat the Xu family's iron cavalry outside the gate of the palace city. In the end, he was still trampled into flesh by the iron cavalry.
At this time and place, there are also four people doing this.
Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao didn't need to communicate with each other at all, so they chose one in front and one in back. If the former needed to take a breath, he would retreat boldly, and the master in the back took advantage of the situation to make up for the position.
One is the contemporary suzerain of Dongyue Jianchi, the number one person in the southeast of the Liyang Dynasty, and the other is the leader of the Nanzhao martial arts dragons, and the well-deserved number one master in the southwest.
Chai Qingshan wore a green shirt, a three-foot sword, and his sword was like a rainbow. If it was a vertical sword, the Northern Mang cavalry army would be split in half by the horse; if it was a horizontal sword, someone or a horse would be killed Cut it off!
Wei Miao is unarmed and only has a pair of fists. He is one of the few boxing masters in the world, and his power is still higher than Lin Ya, the female boxing master of Wudi City!
When Chai Qingshan was about to exhaust himself, he leaned back slightly, stepped lightly on his footsteps, and slipped away without showing any signs of distress.
Wei Miao, who was ready to go, took a step forward, just passing by the kendo master who needed a breath of fresh air. Wei Miao punched a Beimang war horse on the head, smashing the tall horse. Kneeling on the spot, the cavalry pounced forward, and slashed desperately. Wei Miao raised his arms and wiped it out. The two corpses of the cavalry and the horse flew out to both sides, hitting Bei Reckless cavalry, when a rider from the rear rowed towards Wei Miao head-on, Wei Miao bent over and turned sideways, and put his shoulders against the mountain with a ferocious posture on the neck of the horse. Wei Miao grabbed the war horse with its hooves raised high with both hands, lifted it high, spun it around, and then threw it out quickly, smashing the surrounding cavalry into chaos.
When Wei Miao killed more than sixty elite cavalry in a row, he pointed his toes and swept backwards.
Immediately afterwards, Chai Qingshan arrived with a sword, fully showing the long-distance artistic conception of Jianchi Mountain, high water, long sword and far-reaching aura of Dongyue Jianchi.
Under the perfect cooperation with Wei Miao, the two masters, who had never been masked before, would never let the Beimang cavalry advance half a step forward!
On the other side, the two proud disciples of Wang Xianzhi who claimed to be the best in the world in the past, Emperor Wu Chengyu the bridegroom and Lou Huang, what they did was more radical than Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao!
If it is said that the latter teamed up to forcibly block the charge of Beimang's five thousand cavalry, then these two are simply conceited to the point of unreasonable. The heavy weapons in the two swords of the Fushi of the Shu Dao show a posture of breaking through mountains, and they become more courageous as they fight, constantly rushing forward.
In Lou Huang's hand, the famous Sword Shu Dao, the trajectory of the sword path is erratic, and there is no trace to be found. Every time he wipes horizontally, slantly, picks up and returns straight, he is fierce and tyrannical. Under the circumstances, there is only the end of death by dismemberment.
As for Yu Bridegroom, who was favored by Wang Xianzhi for his kendo attainments and swordsmanship skills, although the first disciple of the Martial Saint himself did not like to compete for fame and fortune, his reputation in the Central Plains has not been obvious, not even like Lin Ya. His fame spreads all over the world, but Yu Groom's cultivation is beyond doubt. Whether it is Xu Fengnian, the young vassal king, or Huyan Daguan, who has recently become one of the four great masters of martial arts in place of Cao Changqing, they all believe that Yu Groom's true strength is the most powerful in the world. Swordsmen who are close to Deng Tai'a, if we say who has the most hope in the future and Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a, the two new and old sword gods, stand side by side on the mountain of swordsmanship, it is undoubtedly because the groom has the greatest hope, not the same root and abandonment In the old way of swordsmanship, he chose to break through and then stand up. Longhushan Qi Xianxia.
This gentle gentleman who seems to be polite and polite to everyone has a vast and far-reaching future in martial arts, which is immeasurable.
Most of the bridegroom's sword strikes are relaxed and freehand, just like the pointing and pointing of ordinary people watching the excitement, and they have truly reached the natural state of doing whatever they want.
But every seemingly careless "pointing" will cause a cavalry to fall off his horse and die, and there is no trace of scars caused by the long sword on the corpse.
It's just that compared to the building shortage where the moves are open and closed, the pace of the leisurely walk in the groom's formation is obviously slower.
Lou Huang in front turned around, picked up the head of a Beimang cavalry soldier with a sword casually, and smiled at the bridegroom behind him: "I have killed sixteen more cavalry than you, how about it?"
The bridegroom smiled calmly and said: "The water flows long."
Lou Huang snorted coldly, turned around and continued to kill the enemy.
After his younger brother Lou Huang turned his back on him, the bridegroom stood on tiptoe and looked at Wei Miao Chai Qingshan's battlefield in leisurely manner. My side and Louhuang are so aggressive, and I don't want to act on my will. Those guys who were born in Wudi City, under the supervision of their master, almost everyone has been diligent in fighting the tide since they were young, so they are in the "one breath" His aura is quite vigorous and heavy, which has an inherent advantage. On the premise that his aura is not much different from martial arts figures of the same level, he, the groom, Louhuang Linyagong Banque and others may have changed opponents. For three breaths, they only need to change two.
The bridegroom looked down at the Fushi in his hand from Tingchao Pavilion's arsenal, feeling a little sad for no reason, a peerless famous sword was broken on the battlefield, is it a bit untimely?
The bridegroom suddenly laughed out loud, put his sword back into its sheath, and at the same time drew his cold knife out of its sheath, his figure suddenly rose from the ground, moving freely on the back of the Beimang Iron Riding Horse who was rushing towards him, and provoked many unsatisfactory eyes. The head, always introverted, laughed boldly at the bridegroom: "How about changing a knife for a building shortage! On the battlefield, taking a person's head with a cold knife, and smashing the tide at the top of the city when we were young, can be described as two equal pleasures in the world. !"
Louhuang in front of him sneered and said, "We'll talk about it after my Shu Dao sword is broken!"
The groom Yu joked: "The rough guy doesn't understand style, no wonder he can't find a woman to warm the bed!"
Lou Huang ignored the brother's ridicule, but the sword was more fierce and decisive.
In the middle of the battlefield, for some reason, the Mangpao Lord, Peach Blossom Sword God, and Baiyi Luoyang stood still at the same time, looking to the north. The three were not just waiting for the Beimang infantry to approach, but seemed to be secretly looking for a real opponent.
The young feudal lord finally looked at the extremely eye-catching Daxie in Beimang in the distance, and said softly: "Then I will go ahead?"
Luoyang in white was noncommittal.
Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a pushed the sword out of the sheath with his thumb, and said flatly: "Let me help you find Tuoba Bodhisattva first."
When the feudal king's python robe was about to disappear in a flash, Luoyang finally spoke slowly: "After Tuoba Bodhisattva makes a move, you don't have to worry about your back, just go forward."
Xu Fengnian nodded, his figure disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, the young feudal lord appeared above the head of the Beimang infantry formation, stepping on a boulder that had just been thrown by a giant catapult.
The boulder weighing hundreds of catties froze for an instant, and then smashed back to the ground at a faster speed. Yanshou was crushed to a bloody mess on the spot.
Luoyang in white clothes closed her eyes and sniffed lightly. Eight hundred years ago, the battlefield where the Great Qin competed in the world was so bloody. Eight hundred years later, the fighting on the battlefield will also have the same taste. She murmured in a low voice: "Great Qin Luoyang is here .”
Deng Tai'a finally found the target behind countless layers of iron armor, tilted his body slightly, and then pressed his thumb on the hilt of the sword, and flicked it lightly.
The Tai'a sword, who had never left the Wu family's sword tomb with this Peach Blossom Sword God, was finally unsheathed today, and was able to show his peerless grace heartily.
This flying sword casted too fast, the sword energy was too long, and the sword intent was too much, so that between the two miles between the scabbard of Deng Tai'a's waist and the flying sword, a slender and dazzling line stretched out. Baihong!
It seems that there is a sword in the world, and the length of the sword is two miles long!
Not to be outdone, the young sword champion Wu Liuding laughed and said: "Cuihua, as a sword servant, stand behind me, let's see how I start the battle!"
Just when Wu Liuding flicked his wrist and was about to use the bed crossbow arrows as a big sword to start the formation, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a purple suit crazily crashing into the Beimang formation with an invincible posture. Numerous shattered iron shields and broken limbs, like countless scarlet flowers blooming, Wu Liuding couldn't help muttering: "This crazy woman!"
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Under that big hurricane, His Royal Highness the Prince of Beimang sent down an order, ordering Murong Baoding and Zhongliang to lead two thousand private horses each to help the two blocked cavalry troops, and must take back the four who dared to fight for their arms. The master of the Central Plains has such a good head, each head can count military merits from the head of a third-rank military general of the Northern Liang Frontier Army!
Then before Daxie, a wide open space with a radius of one mile was deliberately set aside, obviously not afraid of those Central Plains masters breaking the formation and moving forward.
His Royal Highness the Prince of Beimang acted so boldly, but no matter whether it was the mature and prudent Helian, the majestic commander of Xihe Prefecture, or Wang Yong, the deep-seated Aquarius Governor of Aquarius, he never had the slightest objection. Even Deng Mao, who was fully responsible for the prince's safety, All indifferent.
All the old gods are waiting for the appearance of the young feudal king.
The prince of Beimang Jianguo, who had had a good time, turned his head, and asked with a smile to the concubine next to him who won the first place in the chess and sword Yuefu ci plaque with the word "Guhan", "Do you think the one named Xu dares to come?"
Her face was cold, "Of course."
The prince of Beimang was disapproving, "It's good to be here. It happened to let the king of Beiliang understand a truth. There are thousands of panaceas in the world, but there is no medicine for regret."
She stopped talking and sighed softly.
Before marrying into the emperor's family, she read all the poems and books in the Central Plains, as if heroes always died of heroes.
It's just that she glanced at the person next to the pillow who finally held the power, and sneered, thinking that Xu Fengnian, the eldest son of the eldest son, would die in the hands of such a fool, it would be too much for you to kill Xu Xiao for the first time Poor.
Helian Wuwei, the Bei Mang's season holder, had dark and complicated eyes. The old man sighed when he thought of the hidden plan that he only knew about last night. The whole world is an enemy, but that's all.
The old man who stopped his horse not far from the prince of Beimang collected his thoughts, looked at the open space in front of him, and was deeply moved. He hoped that the young man would come here to fight bravely, but he didn't want him to die of aggrievedness.
But the young feudal lord who broke through two thousand armors by himself finally came.