Chapter 635: The North Wind Blows, The War Drums Beat
Wang Xiu was riding on a bloody horse, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers behind him. His heroic posture also made his opponents feel ashamed. But the opponents he faced were not inferior to him in the slightest. From Wang Xiu's eyes, it could be seen that this time he was The opponent he had to face was already enough for him to take seriously.
The man who led an army of 400,000 people was galloping at the forefront, looking at the waiting sky outside Tianqiong Pass.
"What a Beifu soldier. He is indeed an elite of the Tang Dynasty. It's a pity that he will fall completely this time."
A man with a wolf mask and a helmet on his head took the lead. Seeing Wang Xiu coming out of the city to take the initiative to fight, he was slightly shocked by their courage. The helmet completely covered the face, leaving no gaps except for the eyes and nose. When he came out, his eyes were indeed a bit penetrating, with an evil spirit and cold light. This person was the Protector of the Western Xia Dynasty, Jackal Sheng Zhantang, a warrior at the peak of the Taoist realm, and one of the pioneers this time.
"Spread the troops? Then follow their wishes. One hundred thousand people will follow me!"
At the right entrance of the road, Xia Ding and Xia Ling's uncle and nephew were already waiting at the front line of the Queen, just waiting for the enemy to arrive and fight to the death. The rubble and rolling logs on the mountains on both sides have been prepared for this man to guard the gate. Fumo's Xiantiantian is the most suitable.
Sheng Zhantang rushed over, and the army behind him was already far behind. He was not worried because he was in danger alone. On the contrary, this would disrupt Xia Chang Xia Ling's battle plan. If one person could deceive everyone in front of him, If there is an ambush, it can only be said that the outcome of Qingzhou's right pass is already doomed.
Xia Ling saw a man and a horse coming towards him at a very fast speed, so he knew that the person coming was not good.
"Chang'er, I'm going to deal with this guy. You should lead the army first, don't act rashly and fall into his scheme."
"Uncle, be careful. This person is Jackal General Sheng Zhantang, who is not easy to deal with."
"Then we have to see which one is faster, his gun or my sword, drive!"
In the Xianxian Canyon, two fast horses were running towards each other in almost a straight line, with their spears forward and their killing swords thrust out. The horses passed side by side, and a spark was drawn between the iron tools. The lightning-fast confrontation shocked Xia. Chang was also a little frightened.
Turning around and charging again, the two of them did not release their brilliant infuriating energy, but tightly wrapped their infuriating energy around their weapons. The large-scale impact of infuriating energy would scatter the arrangements on both sides. At this time, rubble and rolling wood would fall, which would hit everyone. There is no benefit, and Sheng Zhantang does not want to exchange his own life for victory in this battle, especially if he is very sure of himself.
Every blow from the two of them was enough to crack mountains and crack rocks. They exchanged nearly a hundred moves back and forth. The power of the peak Taoist realm had completely overwhelmed the two war horses. They were kneeling on the ground with all four limbs, breathing less and less.
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Sheng Zhantang is famous not only in the Xixia army, but also in the entire Xixia world. His reputation lies in his wolf nature. He is fearless at all and will never retreat. He stands up from the ground and stabs directly with one shot. When he came out, the blade of the Dragon Tooth Sword passed by, and the harsh sound of metal made Xia Ling feel a little uncomfortable in his ears, so he had to turn over to avoid it.
He swept across the body with a single shot, closing in on Xia Ling again. This style of attack was really overbearing, but it was so powerful that it hit the dragon's teeth, making it difficult for people to parry.
Sheng Zhantang made several strong attacks and saw a flaw in Xia Ling's three steps back. He released his left hand and thrust his right hand forward. The red tassel spear spun out like a surging river.
The tip of the spear had already reached his throat, but at this critical moment, Xia Ling suddenly turned his wrist half a circle at an unbelievable and tricky angle, and the long sword circled the hilt from behind to his left hand. The blade blocked the tip of the spear.
When he passed by, the whole person jumped up and kicked Shengzhantang, which was also due to inertia.
The jackal, which had no time to retreat, could only suffer a hidden loss, but this wolf was no ordinary wolf, but the king of wild wolves. With his chest raised under Xia Ling's kick, he exerted force with his left hand.
The spear was also swung at Xia Ling's dragon tooth, and Xia Ling, who was defenseless, was also driven back.
The two separated from each other. This time the confrontation could be said to be a draw, or each had its own strengths. It was probably difficult to tell the difference between the two of them as to whether they were alive or dead as quickly as possible. They were both staring at each other on the spot, looking for a sure way to kill.
On the other side of Zuorong Road, on a hillside several hundred meters high, Xiao Pojun stood with a knife at the only intersection across the mountain. He had no horse and no backup. He was the only one standing there quietly.
A strand of flowing long hair danced in the wind, reflecting in his eyes as he faced the 100,000-strong army in front of him.
Among this flanking army, there were two people who took the lead to attack Xiao Pojun. They were both Taoists, but their specific identities were somewhat unclear. One was Guandao General Wu Lirong, and the other was Lu Yuyi, a martial artist.
Flying up, the Wu Lirong Guan Dao was raised from the ground. A blade flashed across the ground, and the stones were broken into two smooth sides.
Xiao Pojun's right hand was palm downward, and the big knife that had been with him all his life flew out of his hand, leaving only the scabbard stuck in the ground, but it was no longer important.
There was no other movement, and the knife in his hand showed no intention of resisting. He just used the armor on his body to hit the knife.
Wu Lirong saw that this sword did not bring any threat to Xiao Pojun, and it did not even take half a step back.
He saw a look in his eyes, which was a kind of ridicule, a kind of confidence, and a kind of glory!
"Canglanjia!"
He rushed over directly, and within a few breaths of distance of a hundred meters, Guan Dao had already fallen.
Xiao Pojun sneered, and the sword came forward. The moment it made a sound, his body hit him. Although he was protected by armor and infuriating energy, Wu Lirong was still knocked out about ten meters away.
"Come again! Why should I, Xiao Pojun, be afraid!"
In the two fights, Wu Lirong was no match for Xiao Pojun. The man behind him originally wanted to fight the undefeated God of War one on one, but at this time he had given up on this unrealistic dream and flew over with his sword.
Faced with such a powerful flying sword, Xiao Pojun swept it back with one strike. The two joined forces. In his eyes, there was still only the word "war". This was the military soul and belief left by the Beifu Bingjia back then!
As an old man on the battlefield, he always sticks to his only belief!
"Ke Yi, you are here too. It seems that the Western Jin Dynasty is serious this time. Even martial arts masters like you have been invited. So there is no need to waste time. Let's come together! One, two, one hundred
One, ten thousand! So what! Kill!"
Holding the knife in both hands, Xiao Pojun roared forward, causing the war horses to neigh slightly and take a few steps back. This murderous aura honed in years of battlefields, along with the resentment of thousands of ownerless souls on the Heroic Soul Mountain,
They all rushed out. Following the sword, they showed their most powerful side towards their old enemy for many years.
The 50,000-strong army surrounded the 100,000 soldiers and horses, and launched an attack desperately, not knowing what death was.
At the end was Xiao Pojun, who was fighting alone. Coin Yike and Wu Lirong took the lead, and the four generals raided the formation. However, the gap was only six to one, but Xiao Pojun had the arrogance to overwhelm six, and there was no advantage at all.
"With the power of one person, I can compete with two people at the peak of the Taoist realm and four at the early stage of the Taoist realm. I am worthy of being the number one person below Dongxuan. It's a pity that I can't use him."
With his right hand raised, a soldier rode a fast horse to the left wing, notifying the 100,000 troops to fight with all their strength. Xiao Pojun and 50,000 Beifu soldiers must be left on the hillside, leaving no one alive.
Wang Xiu looked at Jiang Chen who was giving the order. This person is said to be the leading figure leading the new generation of the world. He is probably about the same age as Feng Yu, but he is already in the Dongxuan realm, and he also has that enviable status and the ability to lead the army. .In the Western Jin Dynasty and even in Leimen, he was considered to be a god-like existence.
Many generals and martial arts masters from Jinxia appeared beside them. Looking at Qingzhou Military God Wang Xiu, how could this man with the title of Crazy Sword on the martial arts list not want to fight. After this battle, not only did they He is famous all over the world, and he is also the hero who conquered Qingzhou, which is enough to bring glory to his family.
Wang Xiu never looked in Xiao Pojun's direction. It wasn't that he was cold-blooded, but that he couldn't. An ancestor of Confucianism and Taoism once said: Even if tens of thousands of people come to me, Xiao Pojun can be so domineering, how can he not do it himself? ?The 200,000 troops in front of him are just the Tang sword in his hand that determines the boundary between life and death. There are only two endings.
On the vast grassland, the tips of the grass blades were dripping with blood, and it was impossible to know where there would be a good piece of land.
The battle has begun. Feng Yu stands on the top of the carriage and closes his eyes. He has maintained this posture for a long time.
"His Highness has not eaten for three days. Can he bear to travel in such a hurry?"
"I hope he knows what he is doing. From what I know about His Highness, he is not that kind of person. I think he has his own reasons."
During the night's stay, Xia Tianhe and others suddenly felt an extremely strong murderous aura coming from around them, covering them almost instantly.
"who!"
Everyone looked carefully around the dark night, but no killer was found. Feng Ao suddenly landed next to everyone, holding down Xia Tianhe, "Don't be excited, no one else, it came from this kid."
Feng Yu was still standing on the carriage. No matter how windy or rainy he was, he couldn't move. But at this moment, the wind blowing around him was blocked by the murderous barrier, which could not affect his emotions. .
"Why did His Highness's murderous intent suddenly become so strong? This has never happened before."
Feng Ao stroked his beard and stared at his disciple with eyes that could penetrate everything in the dark, "Judging from the enchantment and changes in his aura, he should be about to break through. This has never happened to him before." Something?"
"No, it's normal for Your Highness to break through the realm. His aura has greatly increased, and he has made rapid progress. There is no sense of weakness or the need to reshape the meridians after breaking through the realm. He has never released such murderous aura. It's like hell."