After Ye Cheng left Shuyang, he went all the way north. Most of the players he saw on the road had settled down. After all, the war was over. Except for a few people who were still fighting in their respective camps, the rest were those with outstanding martial arts skills or big gangs.
Only then will they continue. After all, in a war, it is not just one person's participation that will play a big role. Of course, if there are people with Ye Cheng's strength, there will still be people who will recruit them.
The road to the north is very fast. The north of the Young Marshal's Army is controlled by Wang Bo, known as Zhi Shilang of the Changbai sect. Although this man occupies a large territory, it was originally bordered by Li Zitong's East China Sea, but overnight it changed.
Although I have some ideas now, I feel it is too late.
After entering the sphere of influence of the Daxia Army, Ye Cheng easily found a city belonging to the Daxia Army. After staying in the teahouse for a while, he heard about the recent movements of the Daxia Army. Many players were obviously concerned about the recent movements of the Daxia Army.
The defeat was very depressing, and I was happy to see what was going to happen next. At least the Daxia Army would not be able to hold on for much longer.
After leaving the restaurant, Ye Cheng hurried to Puyang. He did not expect that Dou Jiande's forces had been forced back there. Several cities were attacked and ambushed. No wonder the morale was so low.
The three-day trip made Ye Cheng half exhausted. Moreover, the terrain in the north was gradually becoming more rugged, and there were already mountains. Even though the black clouds were moving like a strong wind, I was still exhausted. After climbing over the mountains and ridges, I finally saw Puyang.
city.
At this time, groups of cavalry were galloping on the ground outside the city, obviously looking for suspicious traces.
After going down the hillside, Ye Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. At least Puyang City was relatively safe like this. If even Puyang was lost, the Great Xia Army would really be in decline.
After entering Puyang City, he immediately rushed to the city lord's palace. After a series of complicated searches, Ye Cheng was taken to a main hall and was greeted by a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Are you the candidate sent by the Young Marshal?"
Ye Cheng nodded slightly and said, "That's right!"
After handing over the badge, the middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "The young marshal is very efficient in his work, and this time he also appointed you to be my king's bodyguard. It seems that you must be outstanding!"
"Your Excellency, you are exaggerating!"
At this time, a guard came in from outside the palace and bowed: "Sir, the singer you selected has arrived. General Xu has checked it and found no flaws. Do you want to send it to the East Palace?"
"General Xu will send them off after checking them. My master must be quite bored. Let them accompany him to relieve his boredom. Then they will be rewarded heavily!"
"Yes, sir!"
The middle-aged scribe walked up to Ye Cheng and said with a smile: "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Ling Jing, the Imperial College offers wine!"
Ye Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect that the person in front of him had such a high official position. He immediately bowed slightly to show respect.
Ling Jing walked towards the door of the hall and said slowly: "Black God, come with me to see my king. He has been very upset recently. Maybe your arrival will make things better!"
Ye Cheng didn't speak, but quietly followed Ling Jing, passed through the heavily guarded checkpoint, and then came to the inner city.
Around the hundred-foot-long square, rows of sergeants were lined up. Each one of them had bright eyes and a faint blood. They were obviously elites who had experienced hundreds of battles. On the city walls, there were hundreds of people patrolling with bows and crossbows.
Don't dare to slack off even a little bit.
Soon, the two entered the inner hall, and a soft and elegant sound of silk and bamboo came. In the hall, dozens of gorgeously dressed singers and dancers were dancing gracefully, with graceful and gentle postures, and every appearance was extremely handsome.
, any one of them can have stunning beauty that can captivate thousands of people, making people feel like they are in a fairyland on earth.
There are small tables placed on both sides of the main hall. There are only a dozen people sitting there, half of whom are wearing armor, and behind the pillars are dozens of guards. Even in the face of so many beauties, their eyes are still clear.
, naturally has extraordinary concentration.
Deep in the hall, on a high platform twenty feet away, a person is sitting. Even though he is sitting, he still gives people a strong sense of oppression, as if a tiger is sitting on a dragon's plate.
Ye Cheng didn't take a closer look, and naturally knew in his heart that this person must be the leader of the Great Xia Army, Dou Jiande, who claimed to be the King of Xia. He was indeed majestic and majestic, with the air of a free emperor.
However, his eyes did not look at Dou Jiande, but stared at the dozens of dancers in front of him. After a while, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly found a woman among the dancers, who always gave him a dreamlike feeling.
, it’s not that he is greedy for the beauty of this woman, but a kind of spiritual induction.
Although this woman was mixed in the crowd, she would have been a stunningly beautiful woman so that no one would notice her at first glance, but this woman did attract attention, and she was still the kind of woman who was half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms, and welcomed everyone even if she wanted to refuse.
state.
But in Ye Cheng's clever eyes, he still found clues. This woman was definitely well versed in martial arts, and her light kung fu skills were rare in the world. She was probably better than him. He secretly wondered if he had just arrived.
Something is about to happen.
Just when he was looking a little lost in thought, Ling Jing came back and said softly: "My king invites you to enjoy the song and dance together. Please sit with me first. When the song and dance is over, you can discuss matters with my king!"
Ye Cheng's eyebrows jumped and he understood immediately. Obviously Dou Jiande was not interested in him, but he didn't say much and followed Ling Jing quietly to sit to the right of Dou Jiande. He drank wine quietly and immediately thought about the palace.
The content in it was just different. This wine was really the best wine he had ever tasted.
At this moment, a bolt of electricity shot down from the roof of the main hall and headed towards Dou Jiande on the dragon throne. A cold light bloomed from the hands of the figure, like a waterfall of clear water, with a light blue color.
Luster, this gorgeous sword light carries the flavor of killing.
The sudden assassination immediately shocked dozens of generals in the palace. When they drew their swords to intercept, the assassin had already reached five feet in front of Dou Jiande at an extremely fast speed.
Because he was sitting with Ling Jing, Ye Cheng became the person closest to Dou Jiande at this time. If he made a move, he could completely intercept it. However, just when he was about to make a move, he caught a glimpse of Dou Jiande's eyes, which were firm and calm, and even...
A bit of coldness rages.
It was this discovery that made Ye Cheng too lazy to take action. Obviously Dou Jiande must have a back-up plan, and there was no need for him to take action at this time to show off.
Just when the man in black reached three feet in front of Dou Jiande, the brilliance on the sword surged, and the energy in the sword was finally released.
"Whoosh!"
A golden ray of light burst out from behind Dou Jiande and struck the assassin's sword screen, instantly tearing the light blue light into pieces, but the golden light also dimmed a lot.
The sudden change that occurred again shocked the civil servants and military officers in the palace, but after seeing the golden light resisting the assassin, Dou Jiande gently waved his hand, indicating to them not to panic and to retreat for the time being.
Dou Jiande looked at the assassin who landed on the ground and said softly: "You homeless people have come here to assassinate me again and again. Do you think that I am really a soft persimmon and you just pinched me at will?"
Although the voice was gentle, the majesty of the throne immediately showed no anger. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, and even the dancers in the hall knelt on the ground in silence.
The assassin snorted coldly and ignored Dou Jiande. Instead, he looked at the screen behind the dragon throne and said in a cold voice: "You must be the recently famous Wu Lei, Jin Mang Sword Qi, and Yan Shisan's disciple. It is said that
Even ink was defeated by your sword, it seems that it is indeed true!"
Ye Cheng immediately became interested. He had seen Mo Mo before and was half acquainted with him. His sword was very fast. If it had not been for deception, Wujiang Town might not have been able to win the bet with him. Even today, it seems that his sword is still
Soon, the person who could defeat Mo Mo showed that his sword was faster, and he soon understood why Dou Jiande ignored it.
At this time, a person slowly walked out from behind the screen. He was wearing black clothes, black trousers, and a black scabbard. His eyes were as dark as black curtains, making people reluctant to look away after just one glance.
The appearance of this person made Ye Cheng secretly frightened. She didn't expect that there was such a powerful swordsman hiding under his nose. She didn't notice it at all. Although the two were five feet apart at this time, this
It is a range that makes him vigilant.
People are like swords. The moment he appeared, Ye Cheng felt a sense of sword intent, which was deeply hidden, but also carried a faint killing aura. This was a killing sword.
The man known as Wu Lei glanced at the current moment in the palace and said slowly: "The Thirteen Cloud and Mist Swords of the Hengshan Sword Sect are quite impressive, but if you only have this foundation, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this hall today!"
"How arrogant!"
The assassin smiled and said: "Although the Thirteen Swords of Cloud and Mist are no match for you, I don't know if the Five Gods Sword Techniques of our Hengshan Sword Sect can kill you? I happened to have achieved a little success in sword techniques recently, and I thought there was no suitable person to practice with. Look,
You came to my door today!"
"Five Divine Sword Techniques? It seems that Hengshan Sword Sect has produced a decent talent, so you should be Yunshan?"
"Haha, after all, you have some knowledge. I am Yunshan. It seems that you won't be a fool anymore!"
In an instant, the long sword in the black-clothed assassin's hand suddenly disappeared, and five long swords appeared on his back at the same time. Each one had a different luster, but each one was a priceless sword. There was a faint sword in it.
The Qi lingering on the sword must be the best among the best.
Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, "Five swords? It seems that this person is planning to control five swords at the same time." He suddenly became interested. He also wanted to see the superb swordsmanship of the Hengshan Sword Sect. Is it as shocking as the rumors said?
The power of.
Wu Lei walked down the steps slowly, with a calm expression, as if nothing could make waves in his heart. Ye Cheng understood that this was a state of mind, and at first glance he was sure that this person might have reached his level.
Level, with enough strength to explore the way of heaven.
