Handiao Temple rolled up his sleeves under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Strands of thin red rope floated in the air like small red snakes. They were densely packed together like mayflies, making one feel intimidated just by looking at them. Giving life to a dead object had always been the symbol of a Celestial State master. For example, Chen Zhibao was able to turn the plum wine from green to purple. Other than the fact that the plum wine was not ordinary, it was also closely related to his sudden appearance as a Confucian Saint. Most of the past sword masters were also able to make a common sword communicate with the spirit, just like how a senior monk said that a stubborn stone nodded.
Han Diaosi did not rush to strike while the iron was hot. He put two fingers together and wiped the "red cloud" on his arm. The more relaxed and calm the cat was, the more suffocating the thousands of people opposite him felt. Some sharp-eyed people, especially the lackeys from Beiliang's prison, had already guessed Han Diaosi's identity. This eunuch had experienced ups and downs in his life and had faced countless enemies. His martial arts achievement had always been regarded as a mystery. At that time, when Han Shengxuan was still young, he flayed the Red Armor with one move. It could be said that he was born out of nowhere. This also opened the curtain of a new generation of Jianghu. After that, the Green Robe of Fengdu disappeared without reason. The North's Spear Fairy Wang Xiu was killed by his disciple Chen Zhibao. Even someone as strong as Li Chungang also ended the Jianghu with the matter of borrowing a sword after the battle of Guangling River.
Han Diaosi looked at the young man opposite him who acted out of line and twitched the corner of his mouth. At first, he did not think that this person would dare to take the lead. According to common sense, the higher one's position was, the more one cherished fortune and fate. Fortune and fate were like water. If one did not put in the effort to gather the wind and gather the water, not to mention the continuous good fortune of their descendants, they might not even be able to protect themselves. This Old Man Song, the leader of the literary world, was like this. However, with Han Diaosi's eyesight, after one move, he could see that Beiliang's momentum was just a low-level borrowing. Taoism invited gods to the heavens, Buddhism had Dharma subduing. Both were considered unorthodox, but their roots were orthodox. Southern Xinjiang's voodoo was the most insidious. It borrowed power from evil things and became a puppet of a mother and son. Han Diao Temple knew that Xu Fengnian had temporarily borrowed his realm from an otherworldly item, but what surprised him was this clumsy action of sacrificing eight hundred to kill one thousand enemies. However, Xu Fengnian did not seem to have suffered much from the backlash. After being forced back by his palm, he still managed to maintain his composure. His Qi was not scattered, and his true form was not revealed. Han Diaosi was too lazy to ask. He also disdained to talk nonsense with a person who was about to die. Whether he was a donkey or a mule, it was nothing more than taking him out for a walk.
Han Diaosi did something that made everyone feel funny. He bent down and pinched a loose snowball that was not too solid. Many old people would become unreasonable like a child when they got older, but who would think that Han Diaosi was so incompetent?
Han Diaosi slanted his palm and pushed gently. The snowball fell to the ground, but it did not fall straight down. It leaned to the side of the post road, where there was a lot of snow that had not been cleared in time. The deepest part of the snow was about two feet thick. The snowball, which was not even the size of a fist, rolled slowly at first, then became as fast as a wild horse galloping. It was like thunder rolling above the clouds. It became bigger and bigger. After three feet, it was half a man's height. After ten feet, it was two men's height. After that, its momentum became even more shocking. The snowball scraped the ground. Not only did it stick two feet of snow, it even made grooves in the ground that was as hard as ice, causing the surface of the snowball to be covered with a lot of yellow dirt. The snowball drew an arc outside the post road and fiercely rushed toward Hsu Fengnian, who was about twenty feet away from Han Diaosi.
Han Diaosi stretched out his hands and grabbed two balls of snow. He patted them again and two snowballs rolled out. It was as if two groups of people were having a snowball fight. Han Diaosi's side continuously grabbed snowballs and patted them in a half arc. This time, he was alone against a thousand people. Among the thousand people, there was supposed to be Xuanyuan Qingfeng of Mount Hui, the successor of Instant Spear, Wang Xiaoping of Wudang, who had three swords. Naturally, there was also Hsu Fengnian and the Celestial Phenomenon otherworldly item, as well as Lu Song, Wang Lin, and Ren Shanyu, who were Beiliang's lackeys.
The snowballs rolled and rolled at different speeds, forming a line with tacit understanding. As a result, the huge snowball that was the first to rush toward Hsu Fengnian was particularly eye-catching.
No one was stupid enough to sit and wait for death. The young general, Wang Lin, who had already decided to stake everything on this one throw, laughed sinisterly and said, "Charge!"
The fifty cavalrymen stepped out in unison and began to charge at the same time. The horses' hooves went from light to heavy, and the road was immediately covered with snow. The clean white expanse of the road turned into a dark muddy road.
Other than Wang Lin and the fifty cavalrymen beside him, the thirty-year-old Ren Shanyu, who still had a youthful face, and twenty elite Beiliang spies also rushed out. She tried her best to calm her mind and hold her breath. She only felt that the world was clear and bright. The woman, who had a unique talent for martial arts, only felt that her breathing was as heavy as the sound of the horses' hooves. This made the woman, who was afraid of Han Diaosi outside the city, calm down a little. I, Ren Shanyu, am not worthy of your attention, but I'm not that sticky paper doll that can be broken with a poke. Moreover, I have a thousand cavalrymen with me!
Wang Xiaoping got out of the carriage, one hand behind her back, and quietly grabbed the flintlock of the Three Swords.
Young Wu came to the roof of the carriage. He held a huge horn bow in one hand and two heavy iron arrows in the other. The muscles on his arms gradually swelled like hills.
One arrow a day was the limit of the young Men of Sacrifice's physical strength. However, after today's battle, he didn't even think about surviving, so why would he care about breaking one of his arms?
The moment the woman in green pulled out the blunt spearhead from the bottom of the carriage, she ran with the spear with no expression on her face.
Young Wu stood at a high place with a wide field of vision. He used the Thousand Pound Drop to stand still. The carriage shook and the wheels of the carriage immediately sank, crushing a few ice tracks. This Beimang Men of Sacrifice took a deep breath, pulled the big bow, and pointed the arrow at Han Diaosi in one breath.
But soon the young man's face changed dramatically. The unique traction skill taught by his master never failed. Once the arrow crossed the river and built a bridge, even Xue Songguan in the rainy alley could block it, but he couldn't avoid it. No one could cut off the "guidance" of the arrow tip. However, the old man in black let young Wu know that there was always someone better than him. The old man flashed and disappeared in front of Wu's eyes. The traction of Qi caused by the archery skill was very particular about the connection between the broken lotus root and the silk thread. As a result, young Wu lost for a while before the battle. His spirit, which had reached the peak, immediately collapsed. This made the rather conceited young man a little confused. After gritting his teeth, the arrow tip began to slightly deviate along with the horn bow. He braced himself to look for Han Diaosi's trace.
Snowball, which was located in front of the white tide, was like a small mountain, and it was pressing down aggressively.
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