Cui Wazi clenched the handle of the fly brush and said gloomily, "I respect Master Li, not you! Don't push your luck! "
However, the sword did not pay any attention to this virtuous and respected Enlightened Master of Law. Instead, it turned around and stared fixedly at a weak and delicate woman who had previously accompanied a certain silk-clothed young master in a show of cultured elegance.
In the General's Mansion in Youzhou, Huangfu Jin, dressed in official robes, sat on a red sandalwood chair. In the hall stood an old swordsman who was resting with his eyes closed. He was carrying a heavy sword case. He was the master of the Profound Finger Technique, Mi Fengjie, who had been recruited by the King of Beiliang himself.
Compared to Cui Wazi, who practiced the Profound Finger Technique on the bell tower, Mi Fengjie's Profound Finger Technique was based on the sword.
Huangfu Jin knocked on the table with one hand and held a teacup lid with the other. He gently fanned the steam rising from the tea in the cup. This powerful general had a mixed reputation in Beiliang, but no one could deny that he was the King of Beiliang's favorite. In Youzhou, he was probably the only one who could bear the title of "trusted subordinate". Huangfu Jin could drink, but he did not like to drink. When he drank tea, he only drank strong tea that was so bitter that it made one's mouth feel bitter. Huangfu Jin was silent. According to the intelligence reports from Wutongin and Fushui, Beimang's network and Jianghu forces had infiltrated the hinterland of Youzhou. Although they had spread out in all directions in the beginning, the Eagle Guard and Peregrine Falcons in the dark and the local garrisons on the surface had been exhausted and suffered heavy casualties. Later on, these desperadoes had chosen a central route to the south. Then, under the cover of large-scale assassinations on the left and right, they had gone straight to Youzhou's capital, Changgeng City. The target of the assassination was obvious. It was either him, the General of Youzhou, or Governor Hu Kui.
In Changgeng City, in addition to Mi Fengjie, who had a hidden identity, there were also many second-level supreme power masters in Governor Hu's Mansion to protect Hu Kui.
There was also that crazy woman, Fan Xiaochai, who was hiding in the city.
It seemed reasonable for Beimang to attack Changgeng City, which was heavily guarded but had plenty of bait. After all, the life and death of Huangfu Jin and Hu Kui could affect the situation in Youzhou Province.
Huangfu Xi suddenly covered the teacup and said in a low voice, "That's not right!"
At the same time, on the outside corridor of the clock tower, Beimang, who realized that his identity had been exposed, lifted the pole and jumped without hesitation, leaving the Immortal of Morality Sect to deal with the dangerous woman who had hidden herself deeply. He laughed and said, "Cui Wazi, it's time for you to sacrifice your life for the country. When we successfully kill Yan Wenluan, I will personally send the compensation to the Dao De Sect. "
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General Yan Wenluan's tent was not in the hinterland of Youzhou. It was only 150 miles away from the mouth of the gourd. At first, when the Youzhou border army heard that a large number of Beimang assassins had infiltrated, they sent out 20 scouts of each group of 50 people. Great Ancestor Gu was different from Chen Yunchui, who was stationed in Youzhou. Great Ancestor Gu was in charge of the situation at the border of Liangzhou Province. Because he was worried about the safety of the commander, he even asked Zhou Kang, the deputy commander of the cavalry army, to send the most elite crossbowmen to the old general's tent. He completely ignored Yan Wenluan's objection and sent them to the old general's tent in case of any accidents. As the spy reports were sent, it showed that the Beimang assassins kept coming south. Especially the tent of the deputy commander of the infantry army, Chen Yunchui, was attacked at night. The Youzhou army suffered heavy casualties. If it were not for the fact that there were enough third-level masters and masters in the ambush, the consequences would be unimaginable. Although the alert of Yan Wenluan's tent did not weaken, everyone was obviously relieved.
This day just happened to be the time when the Northern Mang cavalry crazily poured in from the other side of the gourd, the smoke of war rising from all directions.
Yan Wenluan led a thousand cavalry to rush to the frontlines.
Around the thousand cavalry, the crossbowmen on the three white horses and the first-rate scouts of the Youzhou infantry were carefully and skillfully scouting.
The more they did so, the more uneasy Yan Wenluan's guard commander felt when the ten of them blocked the path of the thousand cavalry.
At the end of the road, the person in the lead was a woman whose face was covered by a white veil.
Beside her was a middle-aged scholar with thin eyes and a long beard. He had a Xiao Yao Bandana on his head and a dark purple bamboo flute at his waist.
They were the Princess Tomb and Little Thoughts.
Chess and Sword Music School, Great Music House.
Behind the two of them were two of the ten giants of the Beimang demon path. A dwarf sat on the shoulder of a giant. It was a weird scene.
The Beimang jianghu only knew their nicknames, "Iron Horseman" and "Thirsty Horseman". The latter was especially notorious. Just like the demon Xie Ling who liked to eat people's hearts and livers, they liked to drink the blood of living people.
In the most unsociable position at the back, a white-haired old woman was coughing heavily. She had a delicate and beautiful flower on her head.
The other five were all outstanding first-rate experts of the Beimang jianghu.
Yan Wenluan raised her arm and the thousand cavalry suddenly stopped. The old general chuckled and said, "This time, the northern barbarians have quite the appetite."
The cavalry commander of the personal army was deeply worried. He urged his horse to Yan Wenluan's side. But before he could speak, Yan Wenluan laughed and said, "Don't worry. There's nothing for us to do today. Just enjoy it. In the end, there's still the existence of ten thousand enemies in the world. We generals who rely on the strength of our soldiers and horses have no choice but to accept it. "
In the cavalry commander's confusion, one of the cavalry silently stepped out of the formation.
A man holding a long spear took off his helmet.
This man, who was hailed by the world's famous general, Yan Wenluan, as the enemy of ten thousand enemies, slowly urged his horse forward.
Many years ago, during the era when the Sword God, Li Chungang, was the champion of the Jianghu, there was a man from Beiliang. One man, one horse, and one spear, he was unstoppable on the Beimang grasslands.
His name was the Spear Immortal, Wang Xiu.
After that, the world only knew that Wang Xiu taught a disciple who surpassed his master, the White Robe Chen Zhibao.
But even the people of Beiliang, and even the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian, did not know the reason why Chen Zhibao was unable to take away the famous spear, "Instant", after killing his master, Wang Xiu.
It was because someone used an ordinary wooden spear to block Chen Zhibao, who was wielding the "Plum Ziqing".
Looking at the seemingly ordinary cavalry charging with a spear, the leader of the Great Music House sighed helplessly. "It's Xu Yanbing. Our previous plan has become a joke. "
A gust of wind blew past him and the princess.
The Great Music House felt even more helpless. "You're courting death."
The burly Steel Horseman galloped past them like lightning, and the dwarf laughed cruelly.
When the distance between the two parties was about fifty steps, Thirsty kicked the giant's shoulders with both legs and used the momentum to leap forward.
The thin and small figure's trajectory in the air was very ghostly and gaudy.
In the end, it only brushed past him.
The thousand cavalry behind Yan Wenluan did not see how the spear-wielding man attacked. They only saw the devilish dwarf explode into a cloud of blood in the air, and then the burly giant turned around and fled with all his might. They still did not see how the spear-wielding man on the horse moved his spear, but the enemy did not dare to run in a straight line. They circled back and forth, battered and exhausted. The next scene was even more inconceivable. The Beimang demon nicknamed "Steel Horseman" seemed to have been forced into a desperate situation for no reason. He turned around again and charged toward the horse.
In the end, like an idiot committing suicide, he crashed into the tip of the spear, allowing the spear to pierce through his head.
Xu Yanbing flicked his wrist lightly and flung the giant corpse away.
He continued to charge.
It was not that Thirsty and Steel Horseman were too weak to withstand a single blow, but that the opponent they chose to attack with his spear had no chance of survival.
In the past, when Wang Xiu, one of the Four Great Grandmasters, fought against others, even if many of his opponents were on the same level as him, there were still very few who could withstand a single blow from him.
Xu Yanbing had already surpassed Wang Xiu's peak state by a lot.
This was even more so!
This meant that the battle between Xu Yanbing and Chen Zhibao in the future was destined to be a matter of a single spear.
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