A general walked out from behind Yue Fei. He was not wearing any armor, and his attire was similar to that of Wanyan Loushi below.
He opened his arms, revealing his strong chest, and his burly figure was like an iron tower.
As soon as he took a few steps, several people shouted at the same time: "King Ming!"
Wang Yin said: "This Tatar is an unknown person. How can I let King Ming personally take action? I am willing to kill this person."
Yue Fei had fought Fang La in Qingxi Cave and knew how powerful these people were, especially Wang Yin in front of him.
Fang La glanced at Wang Yin, then at Wanyan Loushi, shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate this person."
He patted the city tower and jumped to the bottom of the city. At this time, Wu Song was gradually losing his grip. Seeing that the man coming was unusually majestic, he knew that he was the leader of the Ming Cult, so he rolled on the spot and quit the battle.
Wanyan Loushi sneered, and his contemptuous laughter made Wu Song furious. He held the knife and wanted to fight back.
Suddenly a strong wind swept him up the tower. Wu Song turned around and saw that it was Song Jiang who took action.
Although everyone drank together every day and had strong feelings of loyalty, Wu Song didn't know that Song Jiang had such a skill.
Song Jiang said: "Although there are not many people and horses in the Ligustrum Camp, there are quite a few generals who can fight. Brother, please be patient and watch Fang La fight with him."
Wu Song himself knew that he might not be able to hold on if the fight continued, so he didn't get angry at this time and just stared at the battlefield.
After Fang La landed, Wanyan Loushi finally became serious. He raised the knife with one hand and placed the back of the knife in the crook of the other arm.
The two people did not speak, but looked at each other, and both could see the seriousness of their opponents.
Fang La twisted his wristband, and his robe moved automatically without any wind, puffing up energy.
Lou Shi on the opposite side swung the knife and wiped it again. His eyes were extremely sharp, just like Haidongqing deep in the Baishan Mountains of Liaodong.
Fang La was not in a hurry to take action. His Nine-Yang Magic must pursue a one-hit kill, otherwise it would be difficult to fight for a long time.
But the Ligustrum Tatar opposite was different. He had a long breath, and it looked like he could fight for three more days and three nights without any fatigue.
This is simply not a person, but a killing machine. It is precisely because there are such savage beast-like Tatars in Ligustrum that they can defeat the Khitan with an army of several million with one against a hundred and 50,000 horses.
No one would believe that the Song Dynasty, which was recognized as a weak link in the Six Dynasties, was actually facing the real enemy of the Central Plains.
At this time, Ligustrum was stronger than Mongolia, and Wanyan Aguda's record was even more exaggerated than Temujin's.
The reason why he did not conquer as much land as Temujin was simply because the Privet Tribe was a small tribe with too few people.
When it comes to the ability of soldiers to fight, Mongolia is not as good as Ligustrum, but this is the way of the world. A high explosive power will never be as high as a good endurance. It is difficult for a race with a small population to rule a large land for a long time.
The Six Dynasties all thought that the Song Dynasty faced only tens of thousands of privets and horses, which was far less of a threat than the Mongols. They described the Youyan battlefield in a very simple way.
Fang La was really discerning, so he decisively rejected Wang Yin's request to fight because he didn't want to lose this capable subordinate and brother.
Although people in Mingjiao all respect him as King Ming, within Mingjiao, everyone treats each other as brothers and sisters, including King Ming.
A ball of flame surged out of Fang La's fist. The Nine Sun Magic Technique was the most powerful and powerful technique in the world.
Wanyan Loushi felt the power in his fist, and his eyes became more solemn. He held the knife horizontally in front of him, and stepped forward with the steps of a dragon and a tiger.
In the Privet camp, Wanyan Zonghan said with a smile: "Lou Shi is going to get serious. His sword skills are extremely powerful, but he can only cut three swords. The person in the world who can take his three swords can do it with one hand."
Count them all."
Wanyan Zongqian also nodded and said: "This Lou Shi's sword is indeed overbearing. Last time I encountered an old demon trained by a thousand-year-old snow ape while hunting, he chopped down all of them with one strike."
"This Song Manzi is going to be in trouble."
In the Privet Formation, there was constant laughter. They had too much trust in Lou Shi.
As the number one warrior of Ligustrum, how could he lose in a duel?
Boxing and swordsmanship have something in common. Both focus on doing it in one go, releasing all the power instantly, leaving no room for yourself or the opponent.
Wanyan Lou's room was struck with a knife, and a whistling sound suddenly erupted in the air. Two powerful wind knives emerged from it, kicking up dust all over the sky with astonishing power.
As the blade fell, both sides were pressed by the energy, and even the earth became smaller. And under the blade was the center of all whirlpools, where all the power of the blade was condensed.
Fang La was inside. He shouted loudly without any intention of giving way.
Veins popped out on his forehead, he took a bow step forward, flames burned on his arms, and he raised his fist to meet the fatal blow.
After the two sides collided, a circle of air waves quickly spread out. The surrounding air seemed to be like Wanjun meteorites smashing into the sea. The city wall of Youzhou was impacted by this energy and shook like an earthquake.
Inside and outside the stadium, the air seemed to have solidified, and only the drifting dust and smoke swore that the scene just now was not an illusion.
After waiting like this for a long time, both sides watched nervously. When the dust slowly cleared, the two people stood in the center of the field.
Wanyan Loushi still raised his knife in a slashing motion, while Fang La raised his fist to attack. They were still fighting, but neither could defeat the other.
Seeing that there was no point in continuing the stalemate, Fang La released his strength from his fists, stepped back, and took the initiative to withdraw.
Wanyan Zonghan clapped his hands and said: "He's finished, Lou's next blow is coming!"
Coincidentally, the people of the Ming Cult on the tower also clapped their hands and applauded: "How could he withstand the second punch of King Ming!"
Fang La didn't pause at all, nor did he drag his feet. The next moment, he flashed and suddenly arrived in front of Wanyan Lou's room. One of his arms made a "crack" sound and expanded in a circle, and he raised a fist towards the opponent's head.
It blasted up.
The latter was already on guard, and the sword even spun half a circle above his head and struck Fang La accurately.
A muffled sound of "Peng" came.
Like the muffled thunder exploding in the sky, it is not loud, but has great concussive power.
No one expected that the two people's paths were so similar. This time, both of them were a little reluctant. They separated quickly after contact. Lou Shi was holding a knife and breathing heavily, and Fang La was not much better.
At this time, the people watching the battle on both sides lost their smiles. They were shocked by the intensity of the battle. Both of them showed their super strength.
Wanyan Zonghan looked at Aguda, who shook his head slightly, signaling him not to act rashly.
Wanyan Loushi was a direct descendant of Wanyan Zonghan. Unlike other privet generals who were all born into the privet family, Wanyan Loushi was a child from an ordinary family.
The reason why he has reached this point is entirely due to his super talent and some chance.
Even the shaman said personally that this child will have an unlimited future.
Wanyan Zonghan knew that if he was allowed to continue fighting, he would probably die.
The Ming Cult members on the city tower were about to jump off. How could they not see that the Privet Tartars opposite had the strength to kill the Ming King?
If the fight continues, the best result is that both sides will suffer losses.
The two people on the battlefield were fully focused and could not tolerate the slightest distraction.
Their third move is all ready to go. If it is actually used, the consequences will be disastrous.
At this time, Wanyan Aguda and Yue Fei suddenly waved at the same time.
The sound of ringing gold sounded on both sides at the same time, and both sides wanted to withdraw their troops and stop fighting.
Everyone in the Ming Cult and Wanyan Zonghan breathed a long sigh of relief, while others felt a little regretful.
You may never have the chance to see such a duel again in your lifetime.
The two of them returned to the camp respectively, and the third move was not fired, which was also a blessing for both parties.
Otherwise, no one knows what would have happened in such a collision without Li Yu's presence.
If Li Yu is here, it will be different. He and Fang La can easily kill Wanyan Loushi in an instant.
After all, as long as he is present, Fang La can let go of his hands and feet, and even throw the fourth and fifth punches.
After withdrawing his troops, Yue Fei's face became even more serious. He sighed and said, "This battle is more difficult than imagined."
The Song Dynasty held the title of being the weakest in the Six Dynasties, but it had to face Temujin and Wanyan Aguda at the same time. Fortunately, with the help of the Tang Dynasty, a strong enemy was eliminated.
But the battle was fought within the Song Dynasty, and it was inevitable to divide the troops, grain, and horses to deal with it.
The future is uncertain and dark. To be a light in this dark night, you must burn yourself.
Yue Fei looked around, but his will became stronger. Suffering could never hit people like him.
Only a knife from behind will make him fall. Fortunately, no one in the court will backstab him now.
Her Majesty the Queen gave him full trust and support, and Liu Bowen was in charge of Bianliang. Although he thought he was not as powerful as Li Shanchang, Zhuge Liang, Xun or others, he could handle logistics fairly well.
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After forcing to death the Supreme Heavenly Lord of the Ancestral Temple, one of the Heavenly Lords of the Ten Directions, Li Yu was very honest for a few days.
He huddled in Xiazhou City, never leaving the house every day, only instructing his men to set up some defensive formations.
In the previous battle, due to Jia Baoyu's actions, both Datang and Mongolia suffered heavy losses, and the two sides had a truce for many days.
In this rare quiet day, Li Yu was not idle. He sent people to Bianliang Zhengjingmen and called several of his apprentices.
A large group of monsters, also led by Sanzhi, came to Xiazhou to participate in the war.
The compound where Li Yu lived originally belonged to a large family. At the beginning of the war, he was found to be delivering intelligence to the Mongols and had also sent a large amount of contraband outside the Great Wall.
This kind of behavior is not uncommon at the border, and many merchants do this business because the profits are so huge.
Even though they have to risk beheading and annihilating the whole family, there are still people who are rushing forward, wanting to bet that they will not be discovered.
In fact, it is difficult for such people to hide, because your profits are too big and it can easily make your subordinates jealous.
He feels that after everything he has done, you have earned all the money, and there will definitely be an imbalance. As time goes by, he will have other ideas, such as killing you or trying to seize your family property.
This kind of thought is like a disease. Once it occurs, it is difficult to heal on its own and will only get worse.
One day, they will lead their boss to a road of eternal destruction.
If someone thinks that his subordinates are loyal and will never betray him, then he is even more naive.
When loyalty is tortured by interests, only a handful of people can survive.
At this time, the demon army has not arrived yet, and the disciples have not arrived either. Li Yu is teaching Lin Daiyu how to practice in the yard.
It was rare for this little girl to work so hard, and Li Yu taught with great care. It was a pleasure to teach smart people, and Li Yu soon discovered that Lin Daiyu was actually very smart.
When the sky was dark in the back mountain and the sun was almost sinking into the sea in the distance, Lin Daiyu's Taoist robe shook and the surrounding leaves were blown away. Her handsome little face was serious and looked particularly cute.
Li Yu smiled and nodded frequently.
Pan Jinlian had an old habit of tidying up her own cabin and Li Yu's room every time she went to a house.
Putting aside her troublesome figure and appearance, Pan Jinlian is actually a living person and is very suitable to be a little daughter-in-law. Of course, the premise is that you have to control her.
She gathered her hair and tied it into a ponytail to make it easier to work.
A simple tassel is tied around her slender waist. Although the Taoist robe is very loose, it is still swollen by her hips and breasts. She has a slender neck, skin as white as porcelain, a delicate and pointed lower jaw, a straight nose, and eyebrows like willow tips.
, eyes full of spring water, charming and charming.
She had just wiped the two vases spotlessly, and when she raised her head, she saw Li Yu with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. She couldn't help but feel happy from the bottom of her heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Li Yu saw Lin Daiyu's rapid progress and said with a smile: "Since you learn so quickly, I will teach you another trick. When dealing with Wang Xifeng, you can give her a fatal blow by surprise."
"What kind of trick is it?" Lin Daiyu asked excitedly.
Li Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "Use poison!"
"Poison?" Lin Daiyu hesitated: "Isn't that too unfair?"
"Taoism is not divided into light and darkness, only talents." Li Yu said: "As long as it is used to deal with bad people, no matter how sinister the Taoism is, it is good. If it is used to deal with good people, no matter how upright the Taoism is, it is still evil."
Lin Daiyu nodded in understanding. She was still too young and had been pampered since she was a child, so she didn't quite understand what Li Yu said.
But Pan Jinlian believed it deeply.
Little Daiyu could not understand the dangers of the human world. Pan Jinlian shook her head and continued to arrange flowers in the vase.
Li Yu said: "Our sect's poison attack was inspired by a robbery I witnessed."
He was talking about the time Wu Yong used poison to defeat Yang Zhi in Huangnigang. From then on, Li Yu used poison almost every time and never failed.
He used the Qingmu Jue to hide the poison in the plants, so few people could detect it.
He waits until the enemy breathes in the poisonous gas before casting a spell. By this time, the poisonous gas has entered his body and cannot be dispelled.
Lin Daiyu has a wood spiritual root, so she is most suitable for cultivating this. In addition, she will travel around the world in the future. This is also a good way to protect herself.
After all, it is very dangerous for a girl like her to walk outside.
This world is not peaceful at all, and the ghost market underground in Bianliang is the best proof.
Li Yu turned his hand, and after a flash of white light, a large number of bottles and jars appeared on the ground.
"Okay, let's learn to recognize poison first today!"
