On the other hand, Yu Groom, who was favored by Wang Xianzhi in terms of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, was the first disciple of the Martial Saint who did not like to fight for fame and fortune. Therefore, he was not famous in the Central Plains Jianghu like Men Linya. However, Yu Groom's cultivation was unquestionable. No matter if it was the young King Hsu Fengnian or Huyan Daguan, who replaced Cao Changqing as one of the four grandmasters of martial arts evaluation, they all believed that Yu Groom's true strength was the closest to Đồng Thái in the world. If they were to talk about who had the most hope to stand shoulder to shoulder with the two old and new Sword Gods, Li Chungang and Đồng Thái on the peak of swordsmanship, it would undoubtedly be Yu Groom who had the greatest hope, and not Qi Xianxia of Longhu Mountain who also had an outstanding foundation and gave up the old swordsmanship and chose to break and rebuild.
This gentle gentleman who seemed to smile at everyone and was refined and courteous, his martial arts future was vast and immeasurable.
The majority of Yu Groom's sword attacks were relaxed and casual, like the common people in the marketplace who were watching a bustling scene. He had truly reached the natural realm of doing as he pleased.
However, every seemingly careless "pointer" would cause a rider to fall off his horse and die. There was not the slightest wound caused by the long sword on the corpse.
However, compared to Lou Huang's bold moves, the leisurely Yu Groom's chiseling speed was clearly a level slower.
In front of him, Lou Huang turned around and casually lifted the head of a Beimang rider with his sword. He smiled at Yu Groom behind him and said, "I killed sixteen more riders than you, how is it?"
The calm and composed Yu Groom smiled and said, "A thin stream is long."
Lou Huang snorted coldly and turned around to continue killing the enemy.
After his junior apprentice-brother Lou Huang turned his back to him, Yu Groom still had the mood to stand on his tiptoes and look at Wei Miao and Chai Qingshan's battlefield. Seeing the two Jianghu seniors working together, he nodded to himself. His and Lou Huang's rude and unreasonable advance was not because they were swayed by their emotions. These fellows who were born in Martial Emperor City, under the supervision of their master, almost all of them had been diligent in fighting the tide since they were young. Therefore, their 'one breath' qi was rather vigorous and thick, which gave them an innate advantage. Under the premise that their qi was not too different from martial artists of the same realm, he, Lou Huang, Lin Ya, Gong Banque, and the others might have already changed their qi three times, but they only needed to change their qi two times.
Bridegroom Yu lowered his head and gazed at the hilt from the Tide-listening Pavilion's armory. He couldn't help but feel a bit sad. A peerless sword had fallen on the battlefield. Wasn't it a bit unfortunate that it was born at the wrong time?
Yu Groom Yu suddenly laughed out loud and sheathed his sword. At the same time, he unsheathed his cold saber. His figure suddenly rose from the ground and moved freely on the back of the Beimang cavalry. Picking up the heads of those who died with their eyes open, Yu Groom Yu, who had always been reserved, laughed boldly for the first time, "Lou Huang, how about changing your saber? On the battlefield, taking people's heads with a cold saber is the same as breaking the tide on the city wall when we were young. It can be said to be the two greatest things in the world! "
In front, Lou Huang sneered, "Wait until my Shu Dao sword is broken!"
Yu Groom Yu joked, "A rough man who doesn't understand romance, no wonder he can't find a woman to warm his bed!"
Lou Huang didn't pay attention to this senior apprentice-brother's teasing, but his sword was even fiercer and more decisive.
In the center of the battlefield, for some reason, the King of Feudal Lords, the Peach Blossom Sword Deity, and the white-clothed Luo Yang stood still at the same time and looked to the north. The three of them were not only waiting for the Beimang infantry to approach, but also secretly looking for the real enemy.
The young King of Feudal Lords finally looked at the Beimang's dazzling banner in the distance and said softly, "Then I'll go first?"
The white-clothed Luo Yang didn't say yes or no.
The Peach Blossom Sword Deity Đồng Thái pushed his sword out of the sheath with his thumb and said flatly, "I'll help you find Tuoba Bodhisattva first."
When the King of Feudal Lords was about to disappear in a flash, Luo Yang finally said slowly, "After Tuoba Bodhisattva makes a move, you don't have to worry about your back, just open the formation and move forward."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and disappeared into thin air.
The next moment, the young King of Feudal Lords appeared above the Beimang infantry formation and stepped on a big stone that had just been thrown by a giant catapult.
The boulder that weighed several hundred kilograms first froze in place for an instant before smashing back to the ground at an even faster speed. Not only did it smash the catapult into pieces, but the boulder also rolled down like thunder, crushing dozens of catapults on the spot and turning them into a bloody mess.
The white-clothed Luo Yang closed her eyes and sniffed gently. The battlefield of the Great Qin Empire 800 years ago was so bloody, and the battlefield 800 years later was still the same. She whispered, "The Great Qin's Luo Yang is here."
Đồng Thái finally found the target behind the layers of iron armor. He slightly leaned his body and then gently flicked the sword with his thumb on the hilt.
The Tai Ah Sword that had never followed the Peach Blossom Sword Deity out of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb was finally unsheathed today and could show its peerless charm to its heart's content.
This flying sword was too fast, the Sword Qi was too long, and there was too much Sword Will. As a result, a thin and dazzling white rainbow stretched out between the scabbard on Deng Taia's waist and the flying sword!
It was as if there was a sword in the world that was two miles long!
The young Sword Crown Wu Liuding, who was unwilling to fall behind, chuckled and said, "Cuihua, as a sword servant, just stand behind me and watch how I open the formation!"
Right when Wu Liuding's wrist shook and was about to use the crossbow bolts as greatswords to open up the formation, he saw a violet clothed figure madly collide into Northern Mang's foot formation with an invincible bearing from the corner of his eye. Countless shattered iron shields and severed limbs sprayed into the surroundings of that ball of violet light, and it was like countless scarlet red flowers had bloomed. Wu Liuding couldn't help but mutter. "This crazy woman!"
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Under that large banner, Northern Mang's Crown Prince His Highness passed down the order, ordering Murong Baoding and Zhong Liang to each lead two thousand private cavalry to reinforce the two cavalry units that were stopped. They had to bring back the heads of those four Central Plains grandmasters who dared to stop a chariot with mantises. Every head was equivalent to the head of a lower third rank general in the Northern Liang Border Army!
Then, in front of the banner, he purposely cleared out a wide space with a radius of one mile. It was obvious that he was not afraid of the grandmasters from the Central Plains breaking the formation.
Northern Mang's crown prince acted so boldly, but regardless of whether it was the experienced and prudent West River Province's Disciplinary Magistrate Helian Weiwu or the shrewd Aquarius Province's Disciplinary Magistrate Wang Yong, none of them had the slightest objection. Even Broken Spear Deng Mao who was in charge of the crown prince's safety remained indifferent.
Everyone was calmly waiting for the appearance of the young King.
The calm and unruffled Crown Prince of Beimang turned his head and asked the Crown Princess, who won first place in the Chess and Sword Music School with the surname Gu Han, with a smile, "Do you think that Xu guy dares to come?"
Her face was cold. "Of course."
The Northern Mang Crown Prince's face was filled with disapproval. "It's good that he's here. It just so happens that this Northern Liang King understands a principle. There are millions of miraculous medicines in this world, but there is no medicine for regret."
She stopped talking and sighed softly.
Before marrying into the royal family, she had read all the poems and books in the Central Plains. It seemed that heroes always died at the hands of ambitious people.
However, she glanced at the man beside her who finally held great power and sneered. She thought, "Butcher Xu Xiao is an ambitious person. As the eldest son of the first wife, Hsu Fengnian is going to die at the hands of such an idiot. It's too pitiful."
Helian Wuwei, the Beimang Holder Wang Yong, had a complicated look in his eyes. The old man thought of the hidden plan that he had only learned about last night and sighed. It's just like this to have the whole world as your enemy.
The old man who stopped his horse not far from the Crown Prince of Beimang collected his thoughts and looked at the open space in front of him. He was very emotional. He hoped that the young man would come here and fight bravely, but he also did not want him to die in grievance.
But the young vassal king who had broken through two thousand armors by himself had finally arrived.
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