Yelu Hongcai glanced at a rider in the distance. She was gathered with four or five people from the Chess and Sword Music School. They were probably discussing how to stop those grandmasters from the Central Plains. Yelu Hongcai looked at her without the slightest gentleness. Even though she had shared a bed with him for more than ten years, she still maintained a respectful relationship with him. She suddenly turned her head and looked at him. Yelu Hongcai immediately squeezed out a warm smile. She nodded at him and then turned back to continue her discussion with the others.
When she withdrew her gaze, Yelu Hongcai's expression quickly became ice-cold. When a timid Imperial Guard Xue stealthily arrived at his side, the gentle expression that appeared on Yelu Hongcai's face this time came from the bottom of his heart. In this vast prairie, the only person this Northern Mang crown prince could share some intimate words with was actually this person at his side. Different from the ferghana horse that Yelu Hongcai rode, the retainer's mount was a tall, snow-white steed that exuded a glossy luster similar to fine jade. The young rider wore a slightly large helmet that covered his eyebrows, revealing half of his extremely feminine and handsome face. Yelu Hongcai looked at the retainer carefully maintaining a distance from him, his eyes revealing undisguised affection. He smiled softly and said, "Come closer, there's no harm."
The young rider narrowed his naturally charming eyes and looked at the battlefield in the south. He slowly said, "Horses galloping from the north are full of arrogance, singing from the south is full of death. The first half is appropriate, but the second half is not. "
The Beimang Crown Prince, who was not familiar with poetry and disdained to pretend to be cultured, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What do you mean? Is there an allusion to it? "
The personal retainer with the title of Bodyguard Xue rolled his eyes boldly and said angrily, "Even if we conquer the Central Plains in the future, with your little knowledge, how are you going to deal with the refugees of Liyang in the future?"
Yelu Hongcai laughed loudly and suddenly lowered his voice. "Don't I have you?"
The young cavalryman curled his lips and looked at the eye-catching bright purple dress in the distance. He clicked his tongue and said, "A woman should be content with her life."
Yelu Hongcai followed his retinue's line of sight and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng fighting Deng Mao with the broken spear. He said disapprovingly, "So what if he's good at martial arts? Including Hsu Fengnian, there are a total of eighteen martial arts masters outside the northern city. They won't be able to escape death even if they fight against our grassland cavalry. The best ending for this alliance chief of the Great Snow Plateau was to die under Deng Mao's broken spear, or die in the charge of the cavalry. Otherwise, surviving on the battlefield would only be worse than death. With her status and appearance, once she becomes a prisoner and her cultivation is destroyed, I'm afraid that even some old tycoons in the Western Capital will buy her for thousands of taels of gold, not to mention the Duke of Norland. "
The young cavalryman's face darkened as he lamented, "If that day really comes, Xuanyuan Qingfeng would already be dead the moment he lost his martial arts. It's like the generals and ministers in the imperial court. As long as they lose their official status, it's the same as having their backbone pulled out. "
Yelu Hongcai didn't believe that Xuanyuan Qingfeng could be a threat to him at all. He said calmly, "The beauties of the world are like the weeds on our grassland. There are more every year. Although Xuanyuan Qingfeng's beauty is indeed rare, we can still find many peerless beauties in the grassland and the Central Plains in the future if we search hard. To be honest, the women who made it into the Rouge Review in the past all had prominent identities without exception. It's as difficult as ascending to the heavens for women of ordinary birth to make it into the rankings. So, in the end, the men who hold power in the world like women's faces, but they like the clothes they wear even more. For example … "
The young cavalryman glanced sideways at the Beimang Crown Princess who had met with the two officials at some point and sneered, "For example, her?"
Yelu Hongcai said half-jokingly, "Her? She'll probably only make it into the next Rouge Review after she becomes the Empress."
After a moment of silence, Yelu Hongcai turned and said seriously, "You're different. You're different from her and them."
The cavalryman didn't turn to look at Yelu Hongcai after hearing this. He only raised his head slightly and said arrogantly, "Of course!"
There was once a prophecy that was widely spread in Jianzhou at the southeastern border of Liyang. However, after the dust settled at the Bull Mound, it had long since disappeared.
"A female brings back a male. The female is capable of toppling cities and the male is capable of toppling countries. Both of them fly into Wutong Palace."
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The square formation of Beimang's middle infantry was cut in half at the waist by two white and red robes. Luo Yang and Xu Ying responded to each other on the left and right. The number of infantrymen that slipped behind them each time was no more than 300.
The one-armed Forefather Eater Sword stood behind the two female grandmasters. Within a radius of 200 feet, streaks of sword qi flowed like rainbows. Those who trespassed were killed on the spot as if they were walking into a trap.
Not only that, Sui Xie Gu's white robe fluttered and his eyebrows fluttered. He stroked his long eyebrows and muttered, "Set up the formation."
Of the remaining flying swords that were left behind by the young Vassal Lord, more than 2000 undamaged longswords were pulled out of the ground one by one. The longswords soared into the air and connected with each other. They landed in front of Sui Xie Gu and stabbed into the ground. More than a thousand swords formed a row. There were a total of two rows. They lined up neatly in front of Forefather Eater Sword.
The sword formation formed a step formation.
Sui Xie Gu closed his eyes and smiled. He muttered to himself, "The cornerstone of the river rises suddenly. The rolling flood, the vast eternal spring."
Sui Xie Gu suddenly took a deep breath. Another 2000 broken flying swords landed behind the old man. However, these longswords didn't stab into the ground. Instead, they hovered in the air, forming a sword formation.
Finally, Sui Xie Gu took another deep breath.
Suddenly, the tall and sturdy old man's body emitted a dazzling white light.
Sui Xie Gu, who had swallowed countless famous swords in the world, scattered the sword qi that he had accumulated for a hundred years into the two great formations. Every flying sword was imbued with a strand of sharp sword qi. In a split second, it was as if they had gained spirituality. Regardless of whether it was the step formation or the crossbow formation, the four thousand swords of the two great formations trembled and wailed at the same time.
The old man muttered softly, "Li Chungang, you broke 2600 swords at the Guangling River. I, Sui Xie Gu, am not willing to lose to you …"
The old man who had exchanged an arm with Li Chungang of the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor passed away with a smile.
The two sword formations were formed in tandem.
A hundred years of spirit was exhausted in three breaths.
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