With a Half-step Martial Sage guarding the rear, there was no need to worry about blocking. They only needed to focus on killing. Yu Groom and Lou Huang seemed to be more powerful than Ji Liu 'an and the other two.
Lou Huang's sword momentum was strong and his sword moves were simple. Like a woodcutter chopping firewood, no matter if it was a Beimang soldier or a warhorse, under one sword, there was no complete corpse.
Yu Groom put away the cold blade that was about to break and put it back into the scabbard. He pulled out the ancient sword Fu Ji that had been vibrating in the scabbard for a long time. He still casually pointed and pointed. Yu Groom moved like a hare and a falcon fell like a falcon, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Although his killing momentum was not as terrifying as Lou Huang's, even Xu Yanbing was surprised when he noticed the subtle change in this person's Qi. As expected of Wang Xianzhi's first disciple, Yu Groom actually showed signs of breaking through in the battlefield. Naturally, he was only one step away from becoming a Land Sword Immortal. Although even after stabilizing his realm, he was still not a real Land Immortal, as long as his realm reached that level, it would not be comparable to a Mysterious Celestial and Celestial swordsman who accidentally comprehended one or two Sword Immortal sword moves. He would probably be the second person after Đồng Thái.
Bridegroom Yu's sword pressed against the space between the brows of a Northern Mang soldier. He didn't look at the corpse that fell off the horse, instead jumping onto the horse's back. He looked forward and reminded Lou Huang in front of him with a sunken voice, "Northern Mang has another thousand elite cavalry that is currently hurrying over.
Lou Huang was about to speak, but Yu Groom had already rushed forward with a laugh, "Let me fight him first!"
On the far right, just as Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao were changing their positions at the critical moment, a silhouette as swift as a startled swan smashed down from above. A fist as powerful as a thunderbolt hammered into the chest of Chai Qingshan who was just about to retreat. Even though this sword master whose name shook Li Yang had already subconsciously placed his sword horizontally in front of him and used the tip of his sword to meet the enemy, hoping to make the uninvited guest retreat in the face of difficulties, he didn't expect that the fist still collided with the tip of his sword without any hesitation!
The Dongyue Sword Pool Sect Master who was currently taking a breather and had already fought for a long time was caught off guard, actually being injured by his own longsword. Fortunately, Wei Miao quickly rushed forward, grabbing Chai Qingshan's shoulder with one hand and pulling him back, while blocking the second fist of that Northern Mang martial grandmaster with the other.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Chai Qingshan flew back over thirty meters. A bloody groove was cut on his chest so deep that his bones could be seen. Blood gushed out and soaked his clothes.
As Wei Miao's left hand clenched that fist, because his right hand had to help Chai Qingshan dodge the sword, his second punch was slower than the Beimang expert's by a hair's breadth. However, it was precisely this hair's breadth that allowed the shrewd and treacherous assassin to gain the upper hand.
Wei Miao was punched in the forehead. Wei Miao stomped his feet and only took half a step back before stopping himself. He refused to take a single step back! From this, one could see the unyielding nature of the number one expert of Nanzhao!
Wei Miao exchanged blows with the newcomer!
Both sides took three steps back!
Wei Miao's fist landed on that person's chest, while his own forehead suffered another punch.
With his head heavily injured, Wei Miao's ears were already oozing blood.
In his blurred vision, the Beimang general clad in shining silver armor laughed savagely. "Wei Miao is a fist, but there's no fist in the world? The one I'm going to kill is you! "
While the tall general was speaking, Chai Qingshan hastily took a deep breath and was about to reverse the situation for Wei Miao. But at this moment, the old man heard the blind zither player behind him shout, "Watch out above your head!"
A second Beimang assassin with a ghostly figure descended from the sky without a sound or a trace of Qi. He was like a wandering ghost.
The silver-armored general's opening was clearly a deliberate diversion. Perhaps this was the true killing move of the two Beimang grandmasters after they had worked together!
Chai Qingshan quickly took a step back.
As Xue Songguan gave the warning, his palm brushed viciously across the zither strings!
But a scene that caused the blind zither player to feel grief and indignation appeared. The assassin completely ignored the heavy wound in his chest, as if he could not feel the slightest bit of pain. The extremely slender, four-foot-long sword in his hand, without sword aura or sword light, chopped straight down between Chai Qingshan's eyebrows!
Beimang's willow, Li Fengshou's haunting spirit!
On the brink of life and death, Chai Qingshan still used all his strength to deliver what might be the last strike of his life.
It pierced straight for that person's heart.
The master of the Dongyue Sword Pool only hoped that this strike would be able to pierce that person's heart.
I, Chai Qingshan, don't care if I die. It's good if I can kill one more person.
Originally, he should have used this chance to have Li Fengshou kill Chai Qingshan, and then have the silver-armored general use his fists to kill the unstable Wei Miao.
That would have been the best situation for both sides to win!
But at this moment, Chai Qingshan suddenly realized that although the longsword had left a deep gash in his forehead, it only needed a little more strength to break open his head. If there was a little more strength, it would not be difficult to dismember his body.
But that assassin with extremely strange swordsmanship chose to be merciful?
At the same time, the silver-armored general of Beimang's Orange Province, Murong Baoding, seemed to have been immobilized by an immortal, wasting a rare opportunity to deliver a punch.
Chai Qingshan's eyes widened. Even the old man, who was a seasoned sword grandmaster, felt that the scene in front of him was too absurd!
The Beimang assassin in front of him was suspended in the air, his arms drooping, and the willow longsword falling to the ground.
A section of willow Li Fengshou's head was grabbed by the neck by someone behind him and lifted in the air!
Murong Baoding did not dare to move. He was unbelievably obedient.
Even though he could clearly see that person's back.
It was a purple-gold robe!
The King of Beiliang who broke through the sea of clouds and returned to the human world, Hsu Fengnian.
The young king's five fingers were like hooks, completely destroying the Qi inside the body of this section of willow.
The soft and boneless Li Fengshou twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled gloomily.
In an instant, Wei Miao wanted to punch, and Chai Qingshan wanted to use his sword, but they were too slow.
The two top martial arts grandmasters believed that even if they were in their peak state, they would not be able to stop the surprise attack of the third "assassin" of Beimang.
The young king's back suffered an unimaginable heavy blow. After a slight shift of his footsteps, his whole body bypassed Chai Qingshan and crashed into the towering wall of the North City.
Wei Miao and Chai Qingshan retreated almost at the same time.
Unexpectedly, that person did not have the intention to chase after them. He stood in the same place, looked at the base of the wall, and sneered: "You really want to die!"
Hsu Fengnian did not obediently hide in the sea of clouds and rely on the protection of Đồng Thái to completely stabilize his Qi. Instead, he dared to come back to the battlefield to save others?!
Murong Baoding glanced at the man standing next to him with mixed feelings.
Even if he knew that they were in the same camp and their status was not too different, Murong Baoding still could not help but feel as if he was facing a great enemy. He did not dare to take it lightly.
Murong Baoding whispered: "What about that section of willow?"
The burly man surrounded by eighteen golden dragons did not speak.
Murong Baoding's eyes were gloomy, but he did not continue to ask.
Under the city walls of North Barricade, Xu Fengnian, who had his back to the battlefield, was still holding Li Fengshou's neck. Li Fengshou was pressed against the wall, and his face was a bloody mess. It would not be an exaggeration to say that his body had been smashed to pieces.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked: "You didn't die when I cut you in half last time, but you should be dead this time, right?"
The section of willow of Beimang, whose real identity was hidden and prominent, opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to laugh happily, but he could not laugh. He said in a hoarse voice: "Me? I'd rather be dead. It's not a loss to have you, Hsu Fengnian, accompany me in death. "
Hsu Fengnian said: "Oh."
Li Fengshou slowly closed his eyes, as if he had been relieved of a great burden. He said intermittently: "Don't worry … I'm really going to die this time … but I'll tell you one last secret. I don't need Tuoba Bodhisattva to avenge me. I, Li Fengshou … can do it myself. Hsu Fengnian, do you believe me?"
Hsu Fengnian twisted his neck and laughed: "Guess?"
Hsu Fengnian threw away the corpse, turned around, and looked up at the sky.
He knew what Tuoba Bodhisattva was waiting for.
The suppression of the Heavenly Dao that Beimang had planned had two uses. First, it would wear down his Beiliang destiny. This was what the immortals in the heavens cared about the most. Next, it would destroy his body, and add flowers to the brocade of the Beimang military god.
Because he had not expected Zhao Changling to lead many exiled immortals to land in Beiliang and add so much destiny to Beiliang, and then Đồng Thái arrived with Tai-Ah and slashed through the air, the pillar of light targeted at him had to be retracted early.
As to where half of the Heavenly Dao was, Hsu Fengnian did not know and did not care, but it definitely had something to do with this dead branch of the willow. Li Fengshou was more or less the primer. Whoever killed this illegitimate son of Li Mibi would attract the next suppression. Hsu Fengnian was sure that even if he did not kill Li Fengshou, this madman would stretch out his neck for him to chop. Maybe Li Fengshou had a deeper identity, and was a banished immortal. In his previous life, he was the ruler of a country destroyed by Xu Xiao, or traced back to before the Great Qin. In short, it was an old debt that could not be settled by reason for several lifetimes. Hsu Fengnian had long seen through it. Too much debt was not a burden, but since there was no next life, he would resolve it completely in this life!
Hsu Fengnian walked out of the shadows step by step.
On and below the city walls, this Liyang Wang tore off the python robe!
His clothes were like snow.
Just like when White Robes left Liangzhou!
This young man who no longer wanted to be some bullshit Liyang Vassal King smiled brightly for no reason. Then he raised his head and said in a clear voice: "Xu Xiao's eldest son, Hsu Fengnian, seeks death here!"
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