The sun rose in the east.
Even the citizens of Great Peace City were attracted by this soul-stirring scene and looked up.
Mount Hui Purple Robed Xuanyuan Qingfeng had arrived at the Jiujiu Restaurant at some point. She ordered the signature mutton hotpot from a young waiter who recognized her at a glance. She expressionlessly picked up her chopsticks.
There was someone who was closer to the Imperial Astronomer than Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan, and even closer than Luo Yang, Đồng Thái, and Cao Changqing.
The young girl stood at the foot of a high wall. She reached out her hand to adjust the slanted sable hat that covered her eyes.
No one knew when she had arrived. Not only did the Immortals at the entrance of the Imperial Astronomer not notice, even Hsu Fengnian, who was focused on fighting the enemy, did not notice.
And she was only one wall away from the heavy cavalry that had been reduced to pawns.
As an assassin, she had not killed many people. More accurately, the number of people she had killed could be counted on one hand.
For example, the world's eleventh ranked Wang Mingyin.
And the gatekeeper of the capital, Liu Haoshi, had clearly escaped the pursuit of Hsu Fengnian, who had been possessed by the Qin Emperor. In the end, he had been killed by her and his head kicked around like a ball.
Other than killing Hsu Fengnian, she had only made one mistake, and that was stopping Wang Xianzhi from entering Beiliang.
This time, she would not allow herself to make a mistake.
On the main street, the four hundred cavalry began to charge at each other.
If they were blocked by Hsu Fengnian's twelve flying swords again, then the next time, the remaining thousand or so cavalry would come out in full force.
But Hsu Fengnian's flying swords had clearly been used up. The eight flying swords were on the verge of shattering and had no choice but to return to his sleeves.
In reality, Hsu Fengnian had been able to last for so long. If he had faced the elite cavalry of the mortal world, he would have been able to break armor 1600.
The White Deer Immortal, who had transformed into a rainbow, did not give Hsu Fengnian a chance to catch his breath. The four hundred cavalry had already arrived.
The date mark on Hsu Fengnian's forehead glowed brightly. A trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hands and began to form a sword.
In his life, he had only used the Three-Foot Sword to kill dragons.
Azure Dragon Sleeves.
Back in the day, the old man with the sheepskin fur coat threatened to teach him this sword move that was as famous as the Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven. When he was young, His Royal Highness was still puzzled about how the one-armed old man had two sleeves.
Sixty years ago, there was only one person in the vast Jianghu.
After sixty years, the Sword of Great Snow Plateau came.
The unveiling of the young swordsman was to ride his sword and laugh loudly over Guangling.
The old man's curtain call was at the riverside of Guangling, where he broke 2600 pieces of armor with a single sword strike.
When he entered the Jianghu, he was stunning. When he left the Jianghu, he was carefree.
This was Li Chungang.
For a thousand years, there was only one person whose Sword Dao could stand shoulder to shoulder with Ancestor Lu. It was Li Chungang.
Cao Changqing and Đồng Thái widened their eyes almost at the same time. Even the two Earth Immortals among the Four Grandmasters of Wushu Reviews were somewhat confused and shocked.
They could vaguely see an old man wearing a sheepskin coat standing beside Hsu Fengnian. This time, his appearance was different from the "similar" appearance on the streets of Mawei Post Station.
This time, it was a divine resemblance!
The hunchbacked old man stood behind the young vassal and smiled, "Brat, let's say goodbye this time. Don't bother this old man if you have nothing to do in the future. If you have to leave, leave. This old man has nothing to miss, so why can't you let go?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded gently. In his two sleeves, an extremely majestic green Qi madly flowed out.
"Brat, are you going to learn from This Old Man and fight by the riverside? So stubborn? Won't you regret it? "
"If I'm not stronger than her, I won't have the face to pick her up in the future."
"That's true. This Old Man was stronger than Green Pao Er in the past. Otherwise, she wouldn't have liked him. Oh right, don't bully her just because you're stronger. This Old Man has been through this before. He knows that he will regret it. Remember, if you don't know how to cherish a woman because she likes you, you can't do that. "
"I don't need you to nag."
"Brat!"
"In the past, it was always you who acted cool. Why don't you take a good look at the last time?"
"Sure."
The two green dragons in his sleeves, one on the left and one on the right, were like a flood bursting through a dam, each like a great river rushing east and west.
Li Chungang's figure gradually dissipated, his eyes filled with nostalgia and agitation. Finally, he softly said, "In the hundred years of Jianghu, there was me, Li Chungang, and Wang Xianzhi took over. Now, there's also you, Hsu Fengnian … there's no harm in not having wine …"
As the two green dragons charged past, the majority of the four-hundred-some golden-armored cavalry were thrown off their horses. Fifty to sixty did their best to go against the flow, but the golden light on their bodies was still rapidly dissipating.
The wall at the end of the street loudly collapsed.
However, in this scene of utter defeat, there were four cavalry that stood out the most. Their official ranks in the army during their 'lives' were not high, and their individual battle prowess was far inferior to that of the cavalry commanders. However, without exception, they were all cavalry that Jin Xin 'an had personally selected from the main camp. Before this, they were unremarkable in Ma Lulang's heavy cavalry. At the time, when they were selected to join the battle of the Imperial Astronomer, the four of them were actually baffled. They did not think too deeply about it, only believing that they had accidentally caught the discerning eye of a major figure in the army. Naturally, these four cavalry were unaware that in the eyes of the Great General of the North, Ma Lulang, they were only ordinary members of the heavy cavalry. However, in the eyes of the Qi Cultivator grandmaster Jin Xin 'an, each of them was an existence that possessed a certain type of destiny. The ancestors of these four cavalry came from Old Li Yang, Eastern Yue, Northern Han, and West Chu. As a result, they were the true trump cards to deal with Hsu Fengnian and Beiliang. They would be the most sinister trap in this battle. Although the momentum of the four cavalry that stood out from the crowd had been thwarted, they were still gradually closing in on Hsu Fengnian. The cavalry in the lead wielded a golden spear. His warhorse was only five paces away from Hsu Fengnian, unable to advance any further. With a mournful neigh, the warhorse raised its hooves high into the air. The cavalry thrust the tip of his spear forward inch by inch, piercing towards Hsu Fengnian's head.
Finally, the warhorse could not hold on any longer. Its hooves smashed into the ground, and the spear continued to slide downwards.
However, the spear was like snow approaching a furnace. It melted several inches away from Hsu Fengnian's shoulder.
The Liyang Cavalry commandant, whose grandfather had been the Great General of the East, was reduced to ashes.
The invisible pillar of destiny that towered over the Eastern Yue capital seemed to have been struck by lightning, suddenly shaking.
Next, in the territory of the old Northern Han, there was another wave of shock. Many of the Spring and Autumn survivors of the old Northern Han felt a mysterious sense of unease.
In the imperial capital of West Chu, which had welcomed the first empress of the Central Plains, many scholars, regardless of whether they were scholarly scholars reading books in their study or ignorant children reciting books in private schools, paused for a moment. Baffled, they continued to read.
When the last heavy cavalry soldier whose father had died on the battlefield of the Western Wall shattered with golden light, a dragon's roar of grief and indignation resounded in the air above Great Peace City.
Hsu Fengnian's body trembled slightly four times. The last time, in particular, blood seeped out from between his eyebrows.
Three immortals seized the opportunity to attack, attempting to work together to seriously injure the young vassal king who was barely holding on.
Hsu Fengnian exhaled heavily.
The turbid air was filled with wisps of blood.
After exhaling this breath of old Qi and clotted blood, the hundreds of flying swords above his head seemed to descend. The three immortals safely circled around the falling rain, their figures light and agile. Between the gate of the Imperial Astronomer and the young vassal king, the three immortals of Mount Longhu flashed and appeared, quickly approaching Hsu Fengnian. These flying swords, which were unable to support themselves, only delayed them for a moment.
But in this precious moment, Hsu Fengnian, with his thumb on the Beiliang Saber on the left side of his waist, lightly pushed. The Cold Saber was almost completely unsheathed, leaving only the tip of the saber in the scabbard.
Hsu Fengnian's feet were rooted to the ground, his body leaning back. The hilt of the Cold Saber, which had not been completely unsheathed, just happened to hit the chest of an immortal who was sweeping with a horsetail whisk.
The immortal's body shattered like Kunlun jade.
Xu Fengnian's feet didn't move, but his body leaned backward. After the tip of the scabbard touched the ground lightly, he stood up straight again. With another push of the scabbard's hilt, the second immortal's immortal body was shattered by the cold blade in the same way.
When the last immortal gave up the idea of close combat, Hsu Fengnian's five fingers suddenly clenched. The unsheathed Cold Saber trembled slightly. It did not continue to slide back into the scabbard, but went against the momentum of the attack.
The immortals who were retreating suddenly had a clap of thunder behind them.
The three immortals dissipated in the blink of an eye.
More than five hundred cavalrymen on the street were completely annihilated.
At this moment, a petite figure swept toward the white deer, and her hand blade happened to stab the chest of the immortal who had just condensed on the back of the white deer.
She succeeded in her attack and quickly retreated without hesitation.
However, the explosion of the golden light still smashed into her body.
On her route of retreat, she passed through several walls. When she finally stopped in the distance, she coughed out a mouthful of blood. Then she adjusted her mink hat, raised her arm to wipe the corner of her mouth, and lightly leapt up to sit on the wall. She took out a scallion pancake from her pocket that she had bought on the way here, and lowered her head to take a big bite.
Cao Changqing and Đồng Thái looked at each other and smiled. Killing an immortal and eating a pancake, they really brought out the best in each other …
At the gate of the Imperial Astronomer, after the white deer immortal was mysteriously ambushed by a little girl, the Lotus Crown Daoist Master and the First Ancestor finally made their move at the same time.
A small crack had appeared on the tip of Hsu Fengnian's foot. It was because he did not retreat half a step and let the soles of his shoes rub against the ground.
Although the three immortals did not succeed and could not retreat, just like how Hsu Fengnian's sword had delayed their advance, they also successfully delayed Hsu Fengnian's breathing.
The First Ancestor of Mount Longhu floated over with the sword in his hand.
Hsu Fengnian had not recovered his breathing, and still forcefully clashed with the First Ancestor.
The blade in his left hand was finally unsheathed.
The old cold blade clashed with the First Ancestor's sword.
The "young" First Ancestor with a face as clear as jade slid back tens of feet, almost crashing into the gate of the Imperial Astronomer. But his smile was still bright.
Hsu Fengnian took ten steps forward and only took nine steps back. But the Lotus Crown Daoist Master's body directly passed through the First Ancestor. The two immortals exchanged positions. The First Ancestor's palm struck Hsu Fengnian's forehead, and spat out two words.
"Mountain Splitter!"
Hsu Fengnian's head slightly swayed backwards, his heels leaving the ground, the tip of his foot stepping hard on the ground.
One step.
Just one step back.
But he still did not retreat from the position where he faced off against the sixty immortals.
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