Two hundred and sixty-four chapters kill the white robe
ps: Someone came to my hometown, and I stayed with them until about three o'clock in the afternoon. After drinking a little, I felt dizzy. After seeing them off, I took a nap, and when I woke up, I quickly coded. I finished the first chapter at about eight o'clock, but it was eleven o'clock.
I only wrote half of the second chapter, and I feel dizzy. Together, it’s 5,000+, and I can only maintain perfect attendance.
But sadly, there is still something to do tomorrow%_%!
"boom……"
The staff and the steel gun collided hard together, and the energy of the explosion collided, stirring up layers of soil and sand within a radius of three to four feet.
"Good skills, good internal strength!" With the help of the recoil, he turned over and jumped one or two feet away. A white cloud fluttered in front of Zhu Biao's horse. "So you are waiting for death!" Zhu Biao's youthful face only made this person laugh.
The white-robed priest raised his eyebrows.
You are too young. If it is so powerful now, who will be able to cure it in ten or twenty years?
Therefore, this is a great disaster, and the talents of the Han people are the disaster of the Hu people! The disaster should be dug out and eradicated as soon as possible.
Zhu Biao looked at the white-robed priest with cold eyes. This was the first time he saw a white-robed priest appear, because even in the Celestial Religion with strict hierarchy and many levels, the white-robed priest is a person with a solemn status. October Yuan
On that day, the tribe of King Li of Youguli in Chishui, Baishan Mountain, held a memorial ceremony. Dharma King Guangmu of the West was not present, so the person who presided over the memorial ceremony was a white-robed priest.
But the first time he saw the white-robed priest, the white-robed priest left an extremely bad impression on Zhu Biao. Two red-robed mages, eight yellow-robed mages, and a large group of black-robed mages, this white-robed
The priest and his disciples directly messed up Zhu Biao's final attack on the defeated Hulu army in Xinqiu, and caused a large number of casualties to the Han army.
"Take another stick from me -" the white-robed priest's staff came out like a mountain again as he shouted.
This is a master who has practiced his staff skills to the point where he has reduced complexity to simplicity. He strikes with one stick. It seems simple but contains endless changes. Any of Zhu Biao's marksmanship can be dealt with by this staff.
His moves are dull, but he is as wise as foolish, as skillful as clumsy. He has truly reached the highest level in martial arts.
"I won't fight with you forcefully -" Zhu Biao stepped away from the pedals and slapped his left arm on the saddle. The figure flashed back three feet away. He just received a blow forcefully, and the black horse neighed when he sat down.
Continuously, if there is another battle, I am afraid that this BMW that I just got will be injured and retaliate!
"Where to go -" The cold light in the eyes of the white-robed priest became more intense. The arms of the staff sank, and the momentum of the mountain-like staff suddenly stopped, and there was no strength in the two feet. The figure shook and the man in the middle had already jumped five or six feet.
The distance jumped above Zhu Biao's head.
Then the staff is used as a stick, and the head is struck downwards with a stick.
This is a stick that contains great power. It still has the clumsy style. It is extremely simple, but it completely envelopes Zhu Biao's head. The staff does not fall very fast, and Zhu Biao can catch it with both eyes.
It left traces of it, but Zhu Biao was horrified to discover that it left a mark and a feeling in his heart!
——It seems that no matter how I fight back, the head of the staff will always fall on top of my head!
It was obviously not a quick blow, but it made me feel helpless from the bottom of my heart.
The steel gun was thrown out immediately, Zhu Biao pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, his eyes were firm, and he took action with the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" resolutely.
I can't compare to the other party's martial arts accomplishments now, so I simply don't compare. Although Dao Zhijian is powerful, the ability to reduce ten societies with one force has also been passed down in the world for countless years. Moreover, this white-robed priest has not yet touched Hua Fan.
is the limit of simplicity.
"Boom, boom, boom..." There were three explosions in succession.
Zhu Biao flew out like a meat bomb, knocking down a series of cavalry soldiers who were rushing towards him. The rolling internal energy surged, as if his chest was pressed by a big stone, and the internal energy could not calm down for a long time!
The successive air waves set off by the explosion also threw away the Han cavalry in a circle around the two men, and even the heavy horses fell down.
The white-robed priest who was in mid-air was hit by the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" and it was not pleasant. Zhu Biao's skill was close to fifty years. It was not far behind him. Plus, the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" skill
With the stacking of spells, the white-robed priest couldn't hold his breath after the three swords came down. He was in constant turmoil, and it was difficult to even continue to chase Zhu Biao. With the force of the counter-shock, he rose more than ten feet high in the air, with a light waist.
With a slight swing, it fell diagonally towards the back of the black BMW left by Zhu Biao.
"Eh-" The white-robed priest's eyes suddenly focused on Zhu Biao, and his expression suddenly changed.
He still had a slight upper hand against Zhu Biao's attack, but Zhu Biao's sudden appearance of the three swords could definitely pose a major threat to him. He didn't take Yu Weiren in his eyes at all. Previously, he only had Zhu Biao in his eyes.
Biao's white-robed priest still had Zhu Biao in his eyes. But at that moment, when his old strength was doing his best to make a living, when he was floating on horseback, there was an extremely sharp murderous aura.
Right up to his vest.
Xing Tianxiao, who had been holding his breath, suddenly jumped up from the crowd of soldiers, with his Qinggong skills reaching the extreme. When the white-robed priest had just noticed, his eagle-like hands had already covered all the vital points of the white-robed priest's vest.
superior.
The Shadowless Eagle is the Shadowless Eagle. I don't know how many soldiers on both sides of the Hu and Han Dynasties felt their eyes dazzled.
This is not a mantis slaying the oriole behind, nor is it a snipe and a clam competing for the fisherman's profit, but a pure goshawk soaring and an eagle pounces on food.
"Cang——" The stirring of the staff and the eagle's claws was a symphony of two golden and iron sounds.
The white-robed priest felt a stab in the palm of his left and right hands, and the sharp arrow-like internal force shot straight up along the meridians of his arms, breaking through the obstruction of the many internal forces in the meridians like a bamboo.
"Pfft--" After the eagle's claws touched the staff, the four curly fingers stretched out instantly, and eight finger-powered machine guns hit the vest of the white-robed mage almost simultaneously, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out on the spot.
With a muffled groan, the white-robed priest fell down from mid-air and fell to the ground. He rolled on the ground twice before turning over and standing up.
The staff is still in his hand, but the white robe now is no longer the white robe before!
"Despicable villain——" The top martial arts master turned out to be invisible among ordinary people. The eyes of the white-robed priest were full of contempt!
"Boom..." Just a moment later, two Silver Eagle warriors lurking among the soldiers, and ten Bronze Eagle warriors lurking among the soldiers, took action one after another, all of them killing them.
The unprepared comers from the Celestial Sect suffered heavy losses immediately. The two red-robed mages who had killed so easily were both injured and were successfully attacked. Three of the eight yellow-robed mages were killed, and the remaining five were all taken away.
Minor injuries.
"Death -" Xing Tianxiao said with a ferocious expression. He opened his hands like eagle claws, leaped into the air and once again dug into the head of the white-robed sacrificer like an evil eagle pouncing on its prey.
Kill the enemy in one fell swoop.
The white-robed priest glared angrily, and Huo Di jumped up from the ground. His feet stomped on the ground, looking at Xing Tianxiao's rushing figure, he stood up in response to the sound of earth cracking and a cloud of dust was raised.
Xing Tianxiao's offensive remained unchanged, his claws were like unsheathed sharp knives, and the arrows would not be retracted once they were sent out.
There was a soft whistling sound.
The white-robed priest raised up a cloud of dust and waved the staff in his hand. The staff was heavily shadowed and his whole body was covered by a black shadow.
Thousands of black shadows exploded quickly, with the white-robed priest as the center, and everything within a radius of one foot was covered by the phantom.
It was originally an evil eagle pouncing on food, but now it looks like it has fallen into a trap.
Zhu Biao calmed down the turmoil in his heart and held his sword aside. He didn't believe that this big net could catch Xing Tianxiao, but if something went wrong, he would be ready to kill him at any time.
A pair of hands turned into thousands of claw shadows and forced their way into the shadow of the white-robed priest's staff.
A series of snapping sounds sounded on the battlefield, and the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers were shocked to the point of pain.
In the dazzling black staff shadow in the sky, Xing Tianxiao was like a wisp of light smoke without any substance, moving at a ghostly speed in a space of about ten feet, dodging the opponent's fierce attack like a huge wave.
Victory or defeat is decided.
Blood splattered.
Xing Tianxiao rushed back violently with a shower of blood spat out from his mouth. The white priest's snow-white robe was covered with red blood flowers, and large strips of flesh were torn off his chest and right arm.
The three-foot sharp sword's cold light surged and shot out at the speed of thunder and lightning.
Zhu Biao did not hesitate to add another kick when the white-robed priest was at his most difficult moment.
A soldier was stunned on the spot. After Zhu Biao took action, his eyes were filled with shining sword light and he could not see anything. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.
The white-robed priest has been defeated.
The soldier reflexively swung his knife at the white-robed priest who came to him. A dry palm slapped his back, and a strong force instantly penetrated his whole body, and his heart was shattered into minced meat.
A ball.
But the time was so fast that even the quick soldiers couldn't spit out blood, and their bodies involuntarily shot towards Zhu Biao's sword energy like an arrow.
Yes, sword energy. Zhu Biao's internal strength has reached the current level, and his sword energy has completely turned into sword energy.
The white-robed priest's breathing was not smooth. Being chased by Zhu Biao's sword energy felt as if a thousand-jin boulder was weighing on his heart. His whole body was cut by knives. The cold air from the sword's edge made him feel as if he had been immersed in thousands of years of ice.
The next moment, everything is gone.
The light spots dispersed.
Zhu Biao stopped two feet away from the white-robed sacrificial priest. The soldier's momentum continued unabated, and he suddenly crashed into Zhu Biao's arms.
"Wind and rain in all directions——", Zhu Biao struck out the softest palm in "Thunderbolt Hand", trying to remove all the palm power attached to the soldier, but...
As soon as the man fell into his arms, Zhu Biao knew that the soldier was gone.
Zhu Biao jumped into the air and chased the white-robed priest with lightning speed. With Xing Tian smiling beside him, he couldn't run far.
This was quite true. Xing Tianxiao, who had his claws on his hands, had already stopped in front of the white-robed priest. The phantoms of his eagle claws were like a wave, and he hit the white-robed priest overwhelmingly.
A crazy smile appeared on the face of the white-robed priest. He raised his hands and, like a magic trick, a short hair was caught in his hand, transforming into countless spear shadows. As the tip of the spear trembled, it pointed diagonally towards Xing Tianxiao's face.
Xing Tian smiled with deep disdain on his face. If the white-robed priest had full strength and thousands of cold rays of light rained down on him, he would have been able to escape the limelight temporarily. But now, even if the shadow of the spear blocks the sky,
how!
The foundation is not good, everything is false.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with whirlwinds of short spears and eagle claws, roaring in the wind.
After a series of intensive sounds of gold and iron clashing, the white-robed priest staggered backwards, and the blood-stained short spear hung weakly in his hand. He had hurt Xing Tianxiao, and opened a bloody wound on Xing Tianxiao's shoulder.
But Xing Tianxiao's eagle claw also scratched off his right arm. The previous internal injuries had already damaged his meridians, and the internal injuries were far more serious than the external injuries. The strength of the short spear in his hand was at most as good as the previous five.
The sword qi rushed in quickly, and the white-robed priest spun around and fell away, vomiting out a mouthful of blood with every turn. There were at least ten blood marks crisscrossing his chest, front and back, deep enough to see the bones.
The majestic white-robed priest finally reached the end of his life. Facing Zhu Biao's sword energy, he had no power to fight back. He withstood it all.
"Ding, kill one of the top masters in the world..."
Xing Tianxiao looked at the body of the white-robed priest and smiled. There was a blood mark on his forehead, which was the mark left by the short spear of the white-robed priest. However, the flesh wound was not as serious as the injury on the shoulder. But the blood flowed down his face, which made Xing Tian smile.
Even more ferocious! Blood seeped down from his shoulders and dripped onto the soil along his arms.
"It's a pleasure to work with you -"
Zhu Biao and Xing Tian laughed at the same number, and looked up to the sky with a hearty and dripping smile.
If this white-robed priest faced a head-on confrontation, even if he was still no match for Xing Tianxiao and Zhu Biao's team-up, he would never be defeated on the spot and he would definitely be able to escape unscathed.
But now, there were corpses lying on the ground. Amidst the long laughter, Zhu Biao and Xing Tianxiao stood up and shot towards the two red-robed mages.
Zhu Biao didn't want to let go of any of these Tianshen cultists who killed Xiacheng. It wasn't them. Zhu Biao's army could add another seven to eight hundred people as a result of the battle. It was impossible for the defeated Xinqiu Hulu army to retreat into the city easily; no.
Among them, Zhu Biaojun's current number can still be around 9,000, instead of less than 9,000 now.
It was during this period of heavy killing that Zhu Biao's cavalry lost at least two to three hundred more.
"Drive, drive, drive..." Yili Mudan was still leading the army on horseback to Xinqiu Road.
At the foot of Yuming County City, Li Huizu looked at the sun in the west in the sky and gave an order. The rolling four-wheeled carriages, pulled by horses, roared out of the city and the surrounding fixed camps.
Chariots rattled and horses roared, and a scene unprecedented in the ten thousand years of war in the Central Plains appeared outside the city of Yuming County. Although the internal strength of the Han army was only 80,000 infantry and cavalry.
Ten thousand four-wheeled flat carriages. Li Huizu always remembered how Zhu Biao returned from Huaiyuan to Xinchang. This time he was more than five times bigger. Ten thousand four-wheeled flat carriages, each with three horses, took six people.
At the same time, Wanbujia was not delayed in transporting a large amount of military supplies, food and grass, and dismantled bits and pieces of siege equipment.
In order to gather so many flat carriages, Li Huizu stopped almost all the transport convoys coming and going to the front line for half a month. He did not know how many times he was cursed by people from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of War.
The use of horse-drawn carriages to transport infantry troops was something that had never happened before in the ten-thousand-year history of the Central Plains. During the Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains had a large-scale horse-mounted infantry army, and the same was true in the Zhou Dynasty. However, using horse-drawn carriages to transport military forces was like a thin and strict
The tight membrane is vulnerable to a single blow, but it is extremely precious.
If you don't poke it open, you will never be able to touch the other space behind the film!
This is a difference in consciousness and thinking. Just like Zhu Biao's previous life on Earth, horse-mounted infantry also appeared in Chinese history, and horse-mounted infantry also appeared in Western history. However, horse-drawn carriages will always be a tool for transporting goods and civilian passengers. [
Horse-drawn carriages may have some inconveniences, but they can be used when fighting on the open prairie.】
It was not until the emergence of trucks that the concept of mechanization was formed. In the era in which Zhu Biao lived, mechanization was a basic military concept that was already common and could no longer be common. Zhu Biao was a military illiterate and knew very little about weapons and equipment, but he knew that mechanization was the first
They used trucks to transport soldiers and pull cannons. This is what I have always remembered from watching TV series about the Continental War.
Naturally, trucks are equated with horse-drawn carriages in the current time and space by Zhu Biao. Trucks can transport troops, so why can horse-drawn carriages only transport cargo? If geography permits, can they also transport soldiers?
When Zhu Biao Huaiyuan broke through, the effectiveness of the chariot first appeared. Now that Li Huizu is using it on such a large scale, he has truly exposed this concept to the world.
The sun was setting in the west, and the red sunlight shone on the battlefield left in the morning, making the battlefield already littered with corpses look even more blood-red.
"Commander, this is where Zhu Biao's tribe will fight for the first time today. There are more than 2,000 corpses of Hu Qi, and only 300 corpses of our soldiers." Commander Di Feng happily introduced to Li Huizu and a group of generals around him.
"There are still some Hugou corpses on the road ahead. The loss between the enemy and ours is ten to one. The last general had previously heard that he wished General Huaiyuan a hero and a reputation for being good at fighting. He is well-deserved!"
"Hehehe..." Li Huizu smiled with satisfaction. Zhu Biao's battle report has not been reported to him yet. He now knows nothing about Zhu Biaojun's situation today, and he is sweating in his heart. But now that he is looking at it, it is still
Believe in Zhu Biao.
"Are there no traces of wild dogs ahead or to the left or right?"
"Don't worry, Commander, the general has sent people to investigate carefully, and there is absolutely no slut!"
"Okay, we won't camp tonight. The whole army will march all night and arrive at Beiling County before dawn. Tell the soldiers in the car to sleep even if they can't sleep. Tomorrow's battle is related to the fate of the country. Whether the Northern Han Dynasty will prosper or decline depends on them.
Got it!"
"Promise——" All the generals around stood up and agreed.
——————————I am the dividing line————————
At the foot of Xinqiu City.
Zhu Biaoming was looking at the Hulu on top of the city, but he was actually staring closely at the fatigue level of the army in the status bar. After more than an hour of rest, the fatigue level of the entire army had finally increased from more than 30 points after the war.
It's dropped below fifteen o'clock.
With this physical strength, Zhu Biao can confidently and boldly lead them straight into Beiling County.
From dusk to dawn tomorrow, and perhaps tomorrow morning, it will be clear whether Li Huizu's battle plan will succeed.
The entire army has dropped to less than 9,000 men, and the increase in Zhu Biao's A-level troops has long enveloped the entire army. This is also the maximum capital he can have to last until the end tonight and tomorrow morning.
"Report——"
"Report to the general, a troop of 10,000 Hu cavalry is coming from the west..."
On the west side, Zhu Biao, who was about to order the entire army to mount their horses and march towards Beiling County City, paused as the words that reached his throat stopped.
"All the troops mount up and follow me -" I thought that only after the commotion in Beiling County City could we attract the Hu Qi from Gao County, they are here now?!
Complete! (To be continued. Piaotian. Registered members of literature recommend this work.
