Xi Fenghe came here on behalf of the entire military, and his strength naturally represented a level beyond the seventh realm of the same rank. However, at this time, the practitioner who drew his sword in the army behind him may represent the military's support for Xi Fenghe. Feng He was worried, no matter in terms of momentum, confidence, or the true power of this sword, it was by no means weaker than Xi Fenghe's blow just now.
Even a real volcanic eruption may be nothing more than that.
However, feeling this fiery and domineering sword intent, Tang Zhefeng, who used a clumsy knife to clean up all the horse thieves in Wulan Mountain many years ago, saw the displeased look of the cold long-haired practitioner beside him from the corner of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't worried at all, instead he became inexplicably excited.
The scorching air wave gushed out before the real sword intent, blowing the long hair of this icy practitioner.
His fair face and the edges of his hair were plated red, but in the next moment, his whole body seemed to be burning up, and the coldness was gone, turning into an unimaginable flame!
The sword intent coming from the front was already erupting like a volcano, but when his sword intent came out later, it completely overwhelmed the former one. There was a bang between the sky and the earth, as if a huge oven stood up out of thin air.
Compared with this huge oven, the sword intent erupting like a volcano is at most like a flame flowing towards the oven.
Everyone on Tang Mo's side clearly knew that this would be the result of the long-haired man's sword strike. At most, some expressions of admiration appeared in his pupils, but Xifenghe and Qianqi behind him were all pale!
"Zhao Jianlu!"
The previously incomparably domineering voice turned into an exclamation full of disbelief.
At the moment when the exclamation sounded, the two sword intents had already met.
With a bang, the blasting wind suddenly turned into a real crimson fire.
Red chain-like flames spewed out dozens of feet to both sides, and when they began to disappear slowly, the cavalry, who was still in the violent shock, found that the long-haired practitioner had stood on the Tang Dynasty at some point. In front of Mo and the others, they still maintained the posture of swinging their swords forward.
In his hand was a scarlet long sword with real flames. It was of an ordinary standard, but when the flames were raging, there was a roaring sound of wind.
His sword seemed to be lifted upwards from the ground, the tip of the sword cut across the ground, and the surrounding area of a sword mark on the ground was completely melted by the terrifying heat, turning into a magma zone. There was also magma dripping down from the edge of his sword.
On the sword body of the scarlet red long sword, runes that bend and swim are like magma flowing. The first feeling that anyone's eyes catch is that the sword seems to be melting, and it will be cracked with these runes. However, in the next instant, the sword's heavy aura made anyone feel that it was tempered and extremely stable.
This long-haired man's black hair turned completely red in the crimson sword light at this time, exuding a certain soul-stirring charm.
And his originally calm and cold eyes are now crimson, shining with a kind of desperate and selfless light.
In the whole world, only Zhao Jianlu has such a sword, such a sword intent, and such a practitioner.
Among the thousand riders, the armor of the practitioner who drew the sword was completely torn. Although he kept standing arbitrarily, his feet plowed deep ravines on the ground.
The sword in his hand is also crimson, and the flame-like runes are pure golden yellow, but at this moment, the sword in his hand is constantly shaking, and some burnt marks appear on the blade. black marks.
Shocked by a sword, but there was no anger in the eyes of this powerful practitioner in the army, only deep shock and incomprehension.
"How could you be Zhao Jianlu's person?"
Some people who hadn't made a move were as shocked as him, and some couldn't help but yelled out.
"My master has taken in many apprentices, and Zhao Jianlu is not just Zhao Yi and Zhao Si." The long-haired man slowly withdrew his hand, and as the aura of his real name surged back, the sword disappeared in his hand, but he The incomparable aura that flowed out naturally from his body was still palpitating.
Xi Fenghe took a deep breath, and looked at the long-haired man with complicated eyes: "Why do you follow him all the time?"
He naturally refers to Tang Mei.
It's really not a boring question.
Every disciple of Zhao Jianlu is a true hero. Over the years, even those who have died in battle have left many amazing stories. Especially today, when Zhao Jianlu's seventh apprentice, Zhao Zhan, was killed by Ye Celeng in Changling, in the subconscious of most practitioners in the world, only Zhao Yi and Zhao Si are left as practitioners of Zhao Jianlu.
How could Zhao Jianlu's giant owl be willing to live in seclusion with a general of the Great Chu Dynasty who retired to the mountains
Especially when Tang Mei retired back then, he did not reach a very high position in the Great Chu Dynasty. His position in the Great Chu Dynasty's army back then may not be as good as the current Xifenghe.
"My master asked me to cultivate forbearance. My master agreed with General Tang's way of using troops very much, so he asked me to follow him."
The face of the long-haired man is still extremely cold, but the scarlet light of death in his pupils has not faded, giving people an extraordinarily strange and powerful feeling.
After saying these two sentences, he glanced at Xi Fenghe and the cavalry behind him, and said, "Is there any question?"
"There won't be any more questions." Xi Fenghe replied seriously, and then turned around without saying anything.
No one will have problems anymore.
Because no one would think that they could surpass the master Zhao Jianlu at that time.
Even now, the vast majority of practitioners believe that Zhao Jianlu's master at that time was even stronger than Wang Jingmeng at that time.
And the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu think the same way.
The practitioners of Zhao Jianlu all believed that Wang Jingmeng owed their master a fair duel.
If it is just a coincidence that a legendary practitioner like Zhuo Dao followed Tang Mei, then it is no accident that there is another practitioner of Zhao Jianlu.
More importantly, the rest of the riders around Tang Mei did not seem to be weak.
At least the four princes who commanded the army in Daqin, alone, may not have so many powerful practitioners around them.
Qianqi general Tang Mei and others embraced at the end, and began to march silently and rapidly.
When night fell, the army didn't stop, but changed the prepared horses in a river valley, and continued to move forward at full speed.
In the wilderness at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.
There is also a cavalry army on the run.
The sound of wolf howling.
The leading general looked up at the moon, and a feeling of hunger instantly occupied his body and mind. It seemed that the dense stomach was emptied at this moment, and the terrible feeling of emptiness and urgent need for food began to fill his sea of consciousness.
Only then did the general realize that it had been too long since the last round of rest and eating, and his subordinates should need more food than himself.
He was silent for a moment, knowing that there was something wrong with his eagerness to rush to the north.
He gave orders to rest in place and bury pots for cooking.
When piles of bonfires ignited, he made a decision to ask all the sergeants to remove the shining golden armor on themselves and the burden beasts, and bury them deeply on the spot to fill up all the traces.
Few people would question his order, but this order of his made the atmosphere of the temporary camp suddenly suppressed to the extreme.
A general's very loud questioning sounded immediately. This is the tradition and experience of this army. Anything that shakes the morale and will of the army must be resolved in a very open situation.
"General, we all know that you are eager to return to the northern battlefield, but I am worried that you may have emotional problems because of your eagerness. The golden flame heavy armor has always been the strongest weapon of our Jin Ge army, and we have long been used to it. The way of fighting with the golden flame armor. We have already subconsciously used in the battle to rely on the fact that the armor is difficult to be pierced and can withstand the impact of powerful vitality. If we take off the armor... we will still have this Bravery, are we still the Jin Ge Army?"
This is the Jin Ge Army.
The leading general was naturally Xiang Yan, the most powerful general guarding the territory at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.
"I know that I had some emotional problems before. In view of the comparison of military strength between the two sides, from any perspective... our Jin Ge army may be the key to the victory or defeat."
Bathed in the moonlight, Xiang Yan walked slowly through the bonfire, his eyes firmly swept over every sergeant who was looking at him, his voice was not loud, but it was unusually stable and clear: "According to the speed of the march, even if we At this moment, when we bury the golden flame armor, go into battle lightly, and reach the northern border at the earliest, the battle has at least reached the middle and late stages. So in a sense, the arrival of our Jin Ge army has the greatest impact not on being able to kill How many Qin troops died, but to give confidence to all the troops in the northern border. We only need... I am afraid there will only be one or two key victories in time."
"Our Jin Ge Army, the key is to be able to arrive at the critical moment, not to arrive in a perfect state and strength."
"As for the armor that you are used to, you can run rampant. There is still a long time between us and the northern border. You can slowly change and get used to it on the way... If it really comes to the one or two key battles I mentioned Fighting, if there is really no other way, then use our flesh and blood as armor to win the battle."
Xiang Yan's last few words seemed to be very helpless. However, such helpless words contained his own courage to risk his life. Before he could finish his last words, the entire temporary camp had already rang Countless howls and growls.
The golden armor was removed, and it was getting colder due to the lack of body temperature, but the blood was already boiling, burning like a bonfire at this time.