This battle was fought without any rhyme or reason.
Lu Song and Wang Qilin both carried the mark of the Beiliang Army. Today was no exception. After leading the charge and breaking through the front line tide caused by Han Diaosi, the two valiant generals couldn't help but look at each other in dismay when they saw the white, red, and black entangled together. They could see a hint of awkwardness in each other's eyes and were clearly at a loss of what to do. Originally, they thought that they could take advantage of the situation by relying on their eight hundred cavalrymen and two hundred scattered Jianghu soldiers. No matter who the opponent was, they would be able to take advantage of them as long as they charged forward. However, their young master, who they would have to rely on in the future, was like a rash youth who didn't understand the ways of the world. He wanted to be in the limelight and insisted on fighting one-on-one with Han Diaosi even after the Six-Armed Demon's defeat. This made the scholarly general Lu Song somewhat resentful. He thought, 'If you die outside the Shenwu City, all the humiliation we've endured for the past twenty years will be for naught.' Lu Song raised his spear and stopped his horse. His eyes were gloomy.
Wang Lin was young and hot-blooded. He felt that this Beiliang heir, who was younger than him, was a little reckless. However, his temperament was somewhat to his liking. At the very least, he didn't act like a coward and let the hundreds of brothers behind him rush to their deaths. Wang Lin held a pair of Thunder Lord Hammers. This was a martial art passed down from his ancestors. His father was a hero of the forest and had hammered a peerless general of West Chu to death at the Battle of Scenic River. Although he was suspected of bullying his opponent because he was exhausted from fighting for a long time, he had still hammered the enemy general's chest. Wang Lin was born with outstanding physical strength. His pair of Thunder Lord Hammers weighed sixty kilograms. Not to mention fighting for a long time, it would be a huge burden for an ordinary soldier to charge on a horse. Wang Lin swung one of the hammers and stared at the battlefield. He felt dizzy and dazzled.
Ren Shanyu reached out to stroke the hair on her temples. Her eyes were blurred. She had often heard that the young master of Beiliang was extraordinarily handsome and that he was a first-class playboy. She and her sisters, who had been through bloody battles, chatted in private and didn't really believe the rumors that came later. They said that he personally went to Beimang and cut off the head of the King of Northern Courtyard, Xu Huainan, and even killed the Fifth Raccoon of Bingbing Mountain. Ren Shanyu only thought that even if he really practiced the saber seriously for a few years, his realm was limited. After all, the level of one's cultivation was related to the number of secret manuals, but it was not necessarily related. One should not bite off more than one could chew. Ren Shanyu was an experienced person, so she knew better than the average person that quality was more important than quantity. But today, she saw with her own eyes that although she was at a disadvantage against the well-deserved tenth person in the world, after all, he had made the human cat attack several times. She admitted that even ten Ren Shanyu would not have such ability.
Ren Shanyu had no way out compared to the martial artists like Lu Song and Wang Lin. After entering Beiliang, which was a cage that imprisoned many ferocious beasts, she had never heard of anyone who could walk out without losing at least a few layers of skin. Ren Shanyu remembered a famous Jianghu giant who was once in the martial arts world. He didn't do his job well and was forced by Chu Lushan, who was in charge of half of Beiliang's spies, to cut off one of his eyes and one of his arms. He struggled at death's door and worked as a chef for more than ten years.
Ten miles away from the Shenwu City, several riders galloped over.
The leader was the White Bear Yuan Zuozong.
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The battle outside the city was in full swing. The Shenwu City, which had been alerted by the news, had already begun to close the city and impose martial law. The scholar in green robe leisurely walked along the river with a withered willow branch in his hand. In the eyes of the passers-by, there was a huge difference between him and Đồng Thái, who had become the God of Sword with a peach blossom branch. However, those who had truly experienced the power of the Beimang willow branch no longer had the chance to lower their guard, except for the black-clothed youth who had entered Beimang with a black tiger. As for Xu Longxiang, who had caused him to fail for the first time in his life, the scholar-like No.1 killer of Beimang certainly could not forget about it. He had planted a willow branch with his own hands, but it did not bear fruit. This made him feel a little regretful. Fortunately, he did not kill the gifted Xu Longxiang in the Liyang Dynasty this time. Instead, he went to kill Xu Longxiang's brother, which was also a pleasure. It was a pity that he, Ma Wei, did not make a move and cause trouble for the Beimang and Liyang Dynasty. He could only settle for the next best thing, which was to launch a sure-win attack outside the Shenwu City. This made him feel a little regretful.
When he seemed to be strolling leisurely, he was still a few miles away from the city gate. However, the river in the city was also nearing its end. When the city gate seemed to have been hit by a huge rock, there was a ripple of Qi Ji. With his cultivation base, he could naturally feel it clearly. However, he was not in a hurry. Every time he did the dirty work, he had to pull chestnuts out of the fire. The most important thing was to control the fire. Now, he was in the pot. Haste makes waste. He was not in a hurry. With Han Diaosi's Mystic Comprehending strength, as long as that white-haired guy did not stupidly rush to his death in reincarnation, he would be able to tease him for at least an hour. For the first time, One-section Willow has some respect for the notorious cat man. Crossing the threshold and killing the Celestial Phenomenon with the Finger Mystery, isn't it the realm that half of his peers dream of?
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
As far as the eye could see, there was a black-clothed youth blocking the way.
The young man grinned and pointed at his chest.
One-section Willow also laughed.
Previously, he was the oriole behind, attacking others. He did not expect that this time it would be reversed. One-section Willow glanced at the river covered with ice and snow, somewhat self-deprecating. How could one not wet his shoes if he often walked by the river? He threw away the dead branch, and a thin hiltless short sword slid out from his sleeve.
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When the one-armed old man who was addicted to eating swords entered the city, Death Soldier Yin stopped at the gate of the Eastern Sea Martial Emperor City. He carried a big box on his back. Originally, there were more than twenty swords, but they were all empty. They were all famous swords in the Youyan Mountain Villa. Each of them could be described as cutting iron like mud. However, during these days, he had been following the old man from afar. The swords in the box were just like the broken food in the roadside stalls. Which family's child was a little greedy and could buy them back with a few coins. Along the way, Yin walked cautiously and sullenly. However, thinking of His Royal Highness's instructions, he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. In order to fish out accurate information from the old man, he could only serve him carefully. In fact, the two were already close to the Martial Emperor City half a day ago. According to His Highness, they would enter the city when they saw the blue and white luan in the sky of the Eastern Sea. The old man's gaze was somewhat unfriendly, but in the end, he was patient and gave him a lot of face. Although Yin was the top Death Soldier assassin in the dynasty, he looked simple and clumsy, like a street vendor. It was just that his body was a little sturdier. It was hard to imagine that he was a terrifying figure who had personally participated in the assassination of Di Shiyuan. At this time, he was carrying a big box and standing outside the city as if relieved of a heavy burden. He was not eye-catching at all among the famous heroes of Jianghu who came and went.
Yin turned back and left the Martial Emperor City. At this time, he definitely could not make it in time for the battle.
He only hoped that the new master of Beiliang would be safe and sound.
After more than twenty years of suffering, there was no reason for him to die in a foreign land.
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It was snowing heavily in the world, and the sky was unimaginably bright.
A sword was suspended in the Nine Heavens.
Ancient books and poems used the words "riding the wind" and "ascending to immortality" to describe the freedom of immortals. Scholars and officials climbed high to write poems, seemingly in a leisurely mood, but in fact, the mountain road was bumpy. Often, a round trip to a famous mountain would take half a day or even a whole month. In history, there was no lack of scholars and poets who lost their footing and fell off cliffs. After taking such risks, after climbing the mountain, one would be at the top and enjoy the scenery, especially the magnificent scene of rolling clouds. The place where the sword was suspended was high above the splendid sea of clouds. Standing in it was like standing on the shore of the sea. At this time, it was close to dusk and the sun was setting in the west. The sea of clouds was colorful and incomparably magnificent. A few of the colorful clouds were like vertical waterfalls, daunting at first sight.
If the Qi cultivator White Butterfly on the lake of Youyan Mountain Villa was said to be somewhat like an immortal, but this woman standing on the sword was like a fairy in both body and spirit.
When she was able to ride the sword, every time she felt gloomy, she would break through the clouds alone. In this kind of fairyland, she would be lost in thought. She could not even say that she was watching the sea and comprehending the sword, she was just in a daze.
Dozens of feet above the sea of clouds, there was a thin layer of golden clouds, like a building on top of a building. No wonder there was a saying in the Taoist classics that there were nine heavens and eighteen floors. After she came back to her senses, she rode the sword and rose from the ground. The floor was within reach of her hand. She stretched out her hand and gently rotated it, creating a vortex, just like the countless dimples on the woman's cheeks.
Saint Cao Changqing "ascended the building" in the air. Every time he ascended the stairs, the previous stairs disappeared.
Cao Guanzi said softly, "If he died in the territory of the old West Chu, it could be regarded as a good medicine. Li Yang is clearly setting up a battle array, insisting that we restore the country. "
After the King of Beiliang's concubine, Jiang Ni, a female sword fairy, said in a flat tone, "So we are all pawns crossing the river."
Cao Changqing smiled and said no more.
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