The two silhouettes met in the air, like the legendary floating mountains in the depths of the Western Wilderness colliding with each other. The terrifying sound of the collision reverberated in all directions.
The sharp blood-red broadsword stirred up countless whistling sounds in the air, as if the blue sky was about to be split open. However, most of the momentum of the broadsword was blocked by a pair of iron fists.
Occasionally, the broadsword broke through Xia Hou's iron fists and fell on his body. Xia Hou's battle robe would emit a pale yellow luster, preventing the sharp broadsword from biting into his body.
The blood-red broadsword was the most powerful weapon of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. Although it could not break into Xia Hou's body, its weight and the impact made it a horrible iron hammer, hitting Xia Hou's body heavily.
Xia Hou's iron fists were iron hammers, mercilessly hitting Tang's chest and abdomen.
In the blink of an eye, the two powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine hit each other countless times in the air.
They hit each other countless times.
They hit each other countless times.
They hit each other countless times.
The two floating hills kept hitting each other, separating, and then colliding again. The sound of the collision, like muffled thunder, kept ringing in the sky not far from the grassland.
The continuous rumbling of thunder was so close that the sheep lying in the sea of grass, their bodies stiff, instinctively felt the terror of death. Terrified, they propped up their limp legs and fled in all directions.
The grassland girl, who fell from the horse, lay in the grass and looked at the two god-like figures in the sky. She was so shocked and scared that she turned into a fool. She couldn't care less about her flock of sheep.
The soldiers of the Tang Army, who were enforcing the military law, covered their ears and knelt on the grass with pale faces.
Three soldiers who were lucky enough not to be beheaded could not cover their ears because their hands were tied. Black blood gradually flowed out of the corners of their eyes and noses. A moment later, they were shocked to death by the collision of the two powerhouses in the air.
The horses on the meadow neighed in panic.
The heaviest muffled thunder sounded in the sky above the grassland. The fierce wind swept the earth from the sky, breaking the long grass and flying everywhere. The two figures in the air finally separated, retreated hundreds of feet, and fell on the grassland.
Two muffled sounds almost at the same time sounded on the grassland.
Xiahou and Tang's domineering aura leaked out a little as their feet landed on the ground. The grassland under their boots suddenly collapsed and turned into two pits. The spring grass in the pits turned into broken pieces, like newly built tombs that had not been sealed.
"Enemy attack!"
"Assassins!"
Even though they were facing peerless powerhouses like the World Wayfarer of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, the well-trained border army of the Tang Army woke up with a strong will and began to organize a defense line.
The sound of horses' hooves and armors collided incessantly.
In the military camp at the bottom of the meadow, hundreds of heavily armored Black Cavalry of the Tang Empire assembled at an unimaginable speed. They formed two vanguard formations and galloped out of the camp, leaving grass and dust in their wake as they launched a surprise attack and sealed off the meadow.
Then, there was the sound of wheels rolling. More than ten heavy-duty crossbows were pushed out of the camp and aimed at the man on the meadow. Array masters, under the protection of powerful attendants, began to set up temporary arrays.
The Tang cavalrymen stared at the man on the meadow with grim expressions.
The enemy was only one person. The Tang army was fully prepared, but they still sensed an unprecedented danger. The atmosphere on the meadow became extremely tense.
Tang stood in the meadow, stood in the slightly sunken pits, stood in front of hundreds of the most elite Tang cavalry in the world, stood in front of countless crossbow bolts. His expression was still calm, still silent, as if he had seen nothing.
He only had eyes for Xia Hou, who was not far away.
Dunn was still wearing the ordinary leather jacket, but compared to the past, his leather jacket looked more shabby, and many parts of it had even rotted.
His expression was calm, but his face was somewhat haggard.
He had helped the Senior Statesman Society lead the tribe to fight against the Central Plains Allied Forces for many days. Recently, he had continuously attacked Xiahou and fought with the Tang Army several times. Even if he was an iron man, he would still feel tired.
Especially in the previous battle with Xia Hou. Although it was a short battle, he had suffered serious injuries. Countless holes had appeared on the leather jacket between his chest and abdomen, and the color of blood could be vaguely seen.
The blood-red saber in his hand was also somewhat dim.
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The Tang army was undoubtedly the most powerful army in the world.
In the past years, under the command of General Xiahou, they had conquered the Yan Kingdom in the east and attacked the Wilderness in the north. They had won every battle and conquered everything. They were extremely proud and confident.
However, in front of this person, they could not be proud.
The Tang Army was not afraid of cultivators, because they thought that no matter how powerful a cultivator was, he was no different from an ordinary person in front of the black armored cavalry and crossbow bolts.
But they had never seen a cultivator as powerful as Tang.
The commander of the Tang cavalry stared at the man in the leather jacket in the distance and said coldly, "If we can't kill this monster today, how can we still call ourselves the Tang cavalry?"
The hundreds of Tang cavalrymen on the meadow heard this and their expressions suddenly became solemn. They pulled out their podaos from their sheaths and collectively shouted, "Yes, sir!"
Hundreds of podaos were pulled out from their sheaths at the same time. The sound of the podaos being pulled together became very solemn and even tragic.
In the days after the war between the Central Plains Coalition Army and the Desolate Man, the man in the leather jacket on the meadow appeared around the Tang Army seven times.
The Tang cavalrymen had surrounded him seven times, but none of them had succeeded. Instead, this man had killed many of them. He had even succeeded in advancing three times, until he was in front of General Xiahou.
If the General was not powerful and invincible, he would have been killed by the man.
Ordinary people were not as powerful as cultivators, and ordinary cavalrymen were not as powerful as cultivators. The Tang soldiers could accept this, but they could not accept that they could not even stop the man. They could not accept that as subordinates, they had to rely on the General to maintain the safety of the camp.
For the proud Tang cavalrymen, this was the greatest humiliation.
The bleak whistling of the military flute sounded around the meadow. Nearly 800 Tang cavalrymen in heavy armor began to slowly form a formation. The Array Master with crossbows in the camp also pushed forward dozens of feet.
A battle between the world's strongest cavalrymen and the world's strongest cultivators was about to begin.
"After betraying the Front Gate, you really became a coward. You only know how to hide in the camp and always let your men die."
Tang looked at Xiahou and said.
Xia Hou put his fist to his lips and coughed twice. He stretched out his hand to stop the actions of his subordinates around the meadow. Then he looked up at Tang and said, "My troops did not participate in the war against the tribe. You know very well why. So I don't understand why you have been trying to kill me since last year, even risking your life to kill me."
Tang took off his felt hat and threw it at his feet. Then he slowly walked out of the collapsed sea of grass and stopped about ten feet away from Xiahou. He said, "Because there are many people in the Front Gate waiting for you to go back."
Xiahou frowned slightly.
His eyebrows, which seemed like they were carved out of iron wire, looked cold and hard once he frowned.
There was no one alive in the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. There were only white skeletons and dead people on the ground. Then the people waiting for him to go back were not people, but those unwilling ghosts.
"Before the Front Gate was broken by Mr. Ke, your teacher and I had already left. This has nothing to do with me. You can't blame me for this."
"But after you went south, you still became a visiting professor of the West-Hill Divine Palace."
Tang said, "A traitor is a traitor. The ancestors of the Enlightenment Doctrine are all waiting for you to go back and apologize. Senior Sister Murong is also waiting for you in the steamer."
Hearing the word "Murong", Xiahou's frowned eyebrows gradually dimmed. After a long silence, he said, "It's not that easy to kill me."
Tang said, "If I reveal your true identity, who in the world can tolerate you?"
Xiahou said, "It's enough that the West-Hill, His Majesty, and the Academy can tolerate me. This means that Heaven can tolerate me. As long as Heaven can tolerate me, no one in the world will dare to not tolerate me."
Tang said, "The Emperor of the Tang Empire can tolerate you because of your military achievements. Maybe he wanted to get rid of you long ago, but he didn't want to have a direct conflict with the West-Hill. He didn't have any evidence, so he sent you to the border. The reason why the Academy didn't kill you is that the people in the Academy have long forgotten how to kill."
"Maybe what you said makes sense."
Xiahou looked at him expressionlessly and said, "But you are not the Haotian Taoism, the Emperor of the Tang Empire, or the Academy. So you can't kill me. And now in the whole world, only you want to kill me."
Tang said, "Why can't I kill you?"
Xiahou looked at the blood-red giant knife in his hand and the terrible blade that penetrated deep into the ground of the grassland. He said, "Because the divine knife has dimmed in your hands."
Tang said, "Your armor has also been broken."
The battle robe that Xiahou was wearing was a new one that he had changed in the morning. At this time, it had already been shredded by Tang's blade, revealing the armor that glowed with a metallic luster.
He was the Defender-general of the Tang Empire. The armor on his body was personally designed by Professor Huang He of the Academy and supervised by the Academy. It was engraved with complicated talisman lines that could provide him with seemingly endless protection.
However, even though it seemed endless, it was not truly endless.
Last year in the north of the Hulan Sea, the blood-red giant knife in Tang's hand had left a deep mark on the armor. In recent days of continuous battles, the armor had become much dimmer than in the past, especially near the chest and abdomen. There were even a few cracks, indicating that it would break.
This armor wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"You have been injured all the time."
Xiahou looked at the fist marks and bloodstains on Tang's chest and abdomen and said, "And you have been seriously injured. If you were in good condition, it would probably take about four thousand armored black cavalries to trap you. But now you may die in the iron hooves at any time. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me at any time. "
"Only if you can break my legs will your cavalry be able to trap me."
Tang said, "But you know it is not easy to break my legs. You tried to do this three times in a row, but you did not succeed. You will never succeed."
After a short pause, he said, "And you're also constantly getting injured."
Xiahou said, "My injuries are lighter than yours."
Tang said, "But you are older than me."
Xiahou said, "We are both disciples of the Enlightenment Doctrine. Do you still believe the nonsense of old age and weak health?"
Tang said, "Old age does not mean that my body is weak, but my spirit is definitely not as good as it was. For example, you are more afraid of death now than before. Of course, you have been afraid of death since you cooked Murong."
Xiahou was silent.
"The older one is, the more easily he is afraid of death. The more cowardly one is, the more easily he is afraid of death. And the more afraid one is, the more easily he will die."
Tang looked at him and said, "As long as you do not return to Chang 'an, I will always follow you and continue to waste time with you. I want to see you die in front of me with my own eyes."
Xiahou did not say anything else. He turned and walked down the meadow.
The flute suddenly sounded, and the hooves around the meadow thundered. Hundreds of heavy armored black cavalries rushed toward Tang who was standing quietly on the meadow like a stream of iron.
Xiahou walked toward the military camp in the distance without looking back.
Hearing the roaring flames on the meadow behind him, he did not look back. Listening to the thunder-like impact, he still did not look back.
After three consecutive attacks and counter-attacks, Tang never made a move. He never found a chance to hurt Tang's leg. So Tang would never let himself fall into the vortex of the charge of thousands of cavalries.
From the moment he betrayed the Devil's Doctrine, Xiahou knew that this day would come sooner or later.
But he did not expect that the Devil's Doctrine was not responsible for killing the traitor, but the disciple of the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation. He admitted that Tang was right. He was indeed more afraid of death now than before, but he was not worried that he would die in Tang's hands or legs.
Because although Tang was one of the most powerful people in the world, he was also afraid.
If it was the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, he had no choice but to escape back to Chang 'an.
Xiahou thought so.
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Dozens of old houses and new houses had changed owners by the Yanming Lake at the foot of Yanming Mountain.
The new owner did not make too many changes to the lakeside houses. He did not completely demolish and rebuild them, but he still spent a lot of money to renovate and tidy up the lakeside.
Hundreds of workers and more than ten carts gathered by the lakeside and began to remove the lake mud. The gardener invited from the Scholar's Mansion began to direct the boatmen to plant lotus in the lake.
The owners of the old houses who had just moved away heard about what was happening here. They brought the old and the young back to Yanming Lake to see what was happening. Seeing the lake mud being removed by carts, seeing the boats planting lotus in the lake, and thinking about the beautiful scenery next year, they could not help but feel envious.
Envy was envy. Perhaps there was some regret, but there was no jealousy or hatred. The people of Chang 'an had always been praiseworthy in this aspect. Since the new owner had spent money, then the other party should spend money to renovate and renovate Yujing. This was all the enjoyment that the other party deserved.
The renovation of Yanming Lake was organized by Mr. Qi's Fish-dragon Gang. Ning Que only asked them to temporarily not change the structure of the house and to plant more lotus. He did not know the specific construction and did not want to participate. So he still lived in the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street.
"Darkie specially reminded me that Xiahou is afraid of water."
Ning Que sat by the well and looked at the quiet and dark well water. He said, "But I don't understand why a powerhouse at the Peak state of Martial Arts would be afraid of water. Maybe Xiahou deliberately said that to deceive people. So I will not try to drown him. I decided to kill him and then plant him in lotus."
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