The general who was charging forward in the army behind the leader looked at the attacking figure in the air and said with a ferocious expression: "Fuck you martial arts master, let me see how many people you can kill! When you run out of energy, I will have to kill you.
Cut off his head with a knife and use it as a urinal!"
What about the Sword Immortal? What about the Sword God?
It's just a flying sword to take a person's head. The Guangling army stretched out its neck to be beheaded. How could they finish the killing in just a few seconds?
Thousands of lives were taken, and even Li Chungang had to break his sword and return to the west!
What's more, behind him is the most elite army in Guangling, which suppressed the Chu people and could not lift their heads for twenty years!
"rise!"
A soft cry.
The waves on the Guangling River suddenly surged, rolling like a boil.
There was a loud bang, the river surface exploded, and the endless river water surged up like a runaway horse.
The water in the Guangling River, which is as high as the city's head, is sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The roaring sound was loud, suppressing the sound of thousands of iron hooves trampling on the ground.
Tens of thousands of rivers flowed upstream, covering the sky and the earth.
What does it look like with a line of whitecaps rolling three thousand feet?
Countless onlookers who fled to the distance gasped at the same time.
Is this an angry immortal?
There have been countless heroic heroes carrying a thousand-pound cauldron and smashing it against the tide, causing thousands of waves. However, this is just an exaggeration. They only hit dozens of waves, and the river thousands of feet above the ground roars endlessly.
, more than thousands of waves?
If there really is a city in front, a line of waterfalls rushing down would be enough to smash it to pieces.
Wei Shuyang, an old Taoist, said with emotion: "When a warrior is angry, he can kill three thousand armors. This is the real land immortal! To kill people with swords, Deng Tai'a and Li Jian Shen are both the leaders in the world. If you use Xuantong to kill people, this one should be the one."
.Three thousand troops carrying Kui are enough to give King Guangling pain for a while."
His Highness the Crown Prince put away his sword and tsked: "Such a devastating method is close to magical power. Damn it, how long do I have to practice before I can use such a method?"
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
The vanguard general who was sprinting in front and holding a horse pole that was 10 feet long, his face changed with shock, and he yelled at the top of his lungs. It was just a cavalryman who was sprinting. If he wanted to turn his horse's head, how could it be done in a short time?
The river carrying the power of God is coming in an instant.
Everyone watching from a distance felt as if thunder was exploding in their minds. They were so dizzy that they could not do anything else except secretly swallowing their saliva.
Darling, isn't this a dream?
When a warrior is angry, can he really kill only three thousand soldiers?
Angry water poured down from the sky, and thousands of Guangling cavalry were instantly beaten into mud.
Within a few thousand steps, everything is scarlet!
Once he saw a thousand knights being crushed, even His Royal Highness, who had many dead souls under his sword, felt frightened. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, but his legs were still trembling, and he murmured: "One person is against a thousand troops.
, Damn it’s really a very domineering technical job, I can’t reward it!”
Jing Zhou grabbed hold from the air, pulled out the lucky general who survived from the water, and asked: "Where is Zhao Yi, King of Guangling?"
The general was extremely depressed and weakly said three words: Dayanji.
When the general pointed out the direction of Dayanji, Jingzhou threw the general on the ground and headed straight for Dayanji.
Since he has already been killed, he simply lets go.
The man in Tai'an City has too much energy. If he were killed, it would hinder the movement of heaven and earth, and he would inevitably face disaster.
It's just that you can't kill the emperor of Liyang Dynasty, but you can't kill a King of Guangling?
Dayanji Teacher Reading Platform
A large scroll with the character "Zhao" rustled in the river wind.
The bloated King Zhao Yi of Guangling sat on a high platform, with the governors and governors of Guangling standing on both sides.
At this time, the man wearing a python robe and a jade belt rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, holding his chin and cheek, and said with a smile: "I underestimated the courage of Xu Fengnian's son, so I led Baiqi Beiliang soldiers.
Dare to come to Guangling, do you really think that under the jurisdiction of this king, he can come in with a big show like he did in Jiangnan, and then leave with a pat on the back?"
An old staff member on the right side of Prince Guangling said with a sly smile: "Your Majesty is strategizing, and Xu Fengnian's brave and foolish little brat will definitely not be able to escape from His Majesty's hands! With thousands of cavalry, even Wang Xianzhi from Emperor Wu City can't stop a few of them.
In this attack, the few followers Xu Xiao sent to that kid could kill them all with just one charge. Maybe General Zhang has already carried Xu Fengnian's head to Dayanji at this time!"
Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, smiled and said: "The Beiliang army still has some fighting strength, but I don't know how many of the Kuai soldiers can fight to kill me. I heard that the new sword god is accompanying Xu Fengnian all the way?"
The old staff glanced at the old swordsman with a withered face next to King Guangling, and said with a half-smile: "I don't have much dealings with the martial arts world. I have only heard the story of the Sword Emperor of Western Shu killing a thousand knights with his sword. But the martial arts people
These are mostly rumors, and Qianqi is probably exaggerating. Even if this sword god is extremely capable, how many of the princes' backing troops can he fight to kill using silver mountains?"
King Guangling laughed a few times and was about to say something when he saw the withered old man next to him looked up with a solemn expression.
King Guangling looked along and saw a long purple shadow coming towards him.
Dozens of county guards and governors lost their minds for a moment. Someone came single-handedly to break into an important place in the army!
A bright voice followed: "Fat Zhao, I'm here to take your life today!"
"Quick! Quick!"
"Stop that man!"
A group of people on Dayanji suddenly went into a rage.
Before the hundreds of personal guards could gather together to block their master, they were shattered by the endless sword energy.
The old staff member on King Guangling's right who had his foot in the coffin felt his heart beating so hard that it seemed to jump out of his throat. In front of him, pieces of corpses were piled up like a hill, and a river of blood flowed under his feet, heading straight for the altar.
The smell of blood made him stagger and fainted.
As for the swordsman with a withered face, before he could move, he just rolled his eyes twice, and his head rolled off his body.
When all the officials in Guangling finally came to their senses, they saw a standard Guangling knife. When the blade was shining, blood splattered three feet on the bloated body of King Guangling.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. Several people looked at each other and rubbed their eyes. One of them even pinched his thigh cruelly, and then they realized that they were not dreaming.
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The next day, the world was shocked!
There were sudden waves in the rivers and lakes.
A warrior's anger can kill a prince!
In the Jinluan Hall, the emperor of the Zhao family looked at the Eight Hundred Miles in his hand and was very angry and happy: "King Guangling is dead, and there are no bones left of the five thousand Kui soldiers in Guangling. What a mountain ghost, what a swordsman, how dare you."
It’s so courageous to regard the laws of my Liyang Dynasty as nothing!”
For a moment, you could hear a needle drop in the hall.
Many of the officials in the court had complicated expressions, and they were lamenting that the most favored vassal king had died like this, with his body cut into two parts by a single sword.
Although Cao Changqing had been to the palace three times, he had never killed a person with royal blood. However, although this new sword god had never entered the palace, he took the head of a prince with one sword.
Compared to the depression in Jinluan Palace, the Northern Liang Palace was bursting with laughter.
Dazhuguo held a secret letter and said with a grin: "Damn, kill well, kill so satisfyingly!"
"When I first saw the fat man Zhao Yi, I felt that I was not to my liking. It turned out to be the case later on. Although I, Xu Xiao, killed many people, I rarely attacked poor people. In the Guangling area, many people died because of this fat pig.
Common people?”
After reading the letter word by word from beginning to end, Dazhuguo limped forward a few steps, opened the door, looked into the distance, and murmured: "It's time for Feng Nian to come back..."
The night was falling, and there were several fires burning on the bank of a river.
Several carriages were parked aside.
His Royal Highness the Prince had itchy hands and took Feng Ziying to rob and kill Zhao Gou. Jing Zhou was holding a pot of wine and leaning on the carriage in front of the fire to drink alone. Qingniao stood quietly behind with a gun.
She is not a woman with complicated thoughts. She is very content just standing behind her like this.
Jingzhou sighed softly: "Blue Bird, you said that Zhao Gou died in batches, and those who came were not Han Shengxuan, but just people who were not of the first grade, why did they bother to come?"
Qingniao thought for a moment and whispered: "For the sake of the Emperor Zhao's face."
"Princes' families are the most unsympathetic!" A cold voice came from behind.
Jingzhou chuckled, turned his head, looked at the graceful figure and said, "Xu Fengnian is quite an anomaly."
Princess Jing'an Zheng'er bowed down and gave a salute, then said, "Thank you, Master, for helping me several times."
Jing Zhou looked at the poor man, shook his head and said, "It's just a finger of true energy, it's not necessary."
Since ancient times, beauties have had poor lives, leaving their green graves alone to face the dusk. In this world, without enough strength, having peerless beauty is just a disaster.
Pei Nanwei stood aside, silent, and suddenly felt that the man in front of him was quite kind when he was not killing people.
As soon as the word "harmony" appeared in his mind, Pei Nanwei felt an absurd feeling.
Before today, she would never have imagined that she would feel this way.
How many people did the person in front of me kill along the way?
The unparalleled sword energy that opened his mouth was raging in the sky, and the earth was filled with ravines and corpses.
After seeing the blood-stained river water for the first time, she woke up from her dreams for several nights. For several days, she was terrified of the figure in front of her, even from a distance.
Qingniao always talked little, and Princess Jing'an was very restrained. Jingzhou could only chuckle and said: "You and I have nothing to do. This guy Xu Fengnian is addicted to killing and won't be able to come back for a while. Let's talk about Wudang Mountain."
Little Taoist priest? I heard that this bull-riding Taoist priest is no longer huddled in Wudang Mountain and has gone down to the south of the Yangtze River."
Princess Jing'an was stunned for a moment, then became curious again.
Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain?
What kind of little Taoist priest must he be to be able to penetrate the eyes of the person in front of me?
Qingniao said softly: "The Taoist priest still owes the young master a lot of golden elixirs."
Jing Zhou laughed loudly and said: "Hong Xixiang rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River to look for the man in red. There is a high probability that we will not have a chance to get this elixir."
"To talk about this Taoist priest, we have to start talking about eight hundred years ago..."
Princess Jing'an listened with rapt attention. When she heard the words "Jiangnan is good, red clothes are the best", she shed tears quietly.
"Eight hundred years of long-cherished wish, do men in this world really have such long-term love?" Pei Nanwei sighed in a low voice and listened attentively.
After telling the story for a long time, Jingzhou smiled and asked, "Do you still remember the one-armed old man?"
Princess Jing'an wiped away her tears, and suddenly the sloppy old man who liked to stare at women's houses and had no sense of superiority appeared in her eyes.
Princess Jing'an looked puzzled, wondering why the man in front of her suddenly mentioned Li Chungang.
Qingniao seemed to have guessed something, and whispered: "Senior in green robe."
Jingzhou glanced at Qingniao approvingly and said, "How can there be no infatuated men in the world? Li Chungang is the one who broke the sword."
That night, Princess Jing'an talked a lot, and she felt like she was letting out all the anguish in her heart.
Half a month later, Beiliang is already in sight.
At the front of the official road, there are two white horses, one on the left and one on the right.
His Highness the Crown Prince smiled and said: "Zhao Gou, these dogs, were killed by you this time. Damn it, it's been a long time, and they don't even have the courage to hang up. Otherwise, they can still be called Lu Qiu when they reach Beiliang."
Let’s play with them.”
Jing Zhou sighed softly: "It's a pity that as long as Han Shengxuan is here, Zhao Gou will kill him without stopping. Cao Changqing has taken action dozens of times before, and more than a thousand people died."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thought that this eunuch liked to play hide-and-seek with Cao Changqing in the Ouchi Palace. His skills were so incredible and jaw-dropping that he was said to be invincible even among the gods on land.
Is the realm of celestial phenomena majestic enough?
This state can sense the heavens and humans, and can borrow the power of heaven and earth, but this Korean cat is the best at killing celestial phenomena!
If it weren't for this eunuch, the emperor of the Zhao family might have had his head taken off by Cao Qingyi!
Seeing an empty pavilion on the side of the road, Jingzhou reined in his horse and said, "Go to the back to get some paper. There's still something I haven't given to you, kid."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked softly: "Sword manual?"
Jingzhou shook his head, "The talisman on the golden armor."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said "Oh", called the parking team, turned the horse's head, fetched paper and pen from behind, and started grinding the ink.
After the ink was polished, Jingzhou picked up the pen and began to draw on the paper. While swiping the pen, he said: "Although the four red armors of the talisman generals were damaged a lot, they were mixed with fine gold and recast by a blacksmith master.
With the talisman, you can obtain another Taoist divine weapon. Although it is not enough to withstand the heavenly calamity, it can still withstand one or two of the heavenly power."
His Royal Highness the Prince grinned: "Good stuff!"
Jing Zhou sighed softly: "Huang Man'er was born as a king. He is no longer gifted and can be described as extraordinary. It is okay to enter the Zhixuan. Once he enters the celestial phenomena, he will easily suffer disaster."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince frowned and asked, "Is there nothing we can do?"
Jingzhou said calmly: "If you don't enter the celestial phenomena, maybe Huang Man'er can be strong enough to resist the catastrophe physically."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked: "How strong can one be without fear of catastrophe?"
Jingzhou put away his pen and said: "Stronger than Wang Xianzhi."
His Royal Highness the Prince laughed dryly.
With a crisp cry, a pure white luan came with wings spread.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince blew the ink on the rice paper, folded the paintings carefully, and hid them in his arms. Then he called Qingbai Luan down from the sky. His face did not have much of the joy that should have returned to Beiliang, and he whispered
Said: "Lu Qiu'er is here."
A moment later, the sound of horse hooves on the official road was like thunder, and a Xu Ziwang flag appeared at one end of the road.
Princess Jing'an Pei Nanwei was sitting in the carriage, ignoring the unique scenery on both sides of the road, ignoring the well-equipped heavy armored cavalry that had swept through the eight countries, and just stared at the purple shadow not far away in trance.
After a long time, Pei Nanwei rubbed his eyes, sighed, and then looked back.