Chapter 295 Gu Xianfeng! The sharpest sword of the Dayan border army!
In the black military camp.
Feng Xi was frowning and thinking about the female cultivator when she suddenly heard an excited voice coming from the outside.
"Your Highness!"
"Good news!"
"Your junior brother, that young master Gu, is really amazing..."
"kindness."
Listen to the story.
Feng Xi's brows stretched a little, which was already a sign of her happiness.
"knew."
She thought for a moment.
"The order is sent, from today on, Gu Han will be the vanguard of my Fengyi Army."
"ah?"
The man was stunned.
pioneer?
Among the various armies, except for a few marquises, there were a group of commanders and deputy commanders. Then there were lieutenants at all levels, but they had never established the position of vanguard.
Obviously.
This was specially prepared by Feng Xi for Gu Han.
“From today.”
Feng Xi's voice came out again.
"Gu Han, it is the sharpest sword of my Dayan Border Army!"
"yes!"
...
"good!"
The two armies are not far away.
The man surnamed Liao, who was watching quietly, lit up his eyes and praised him.
"Winning simply!"
“Win beautiful!”
"This kid is a bit sinister, but this move is extremely clean and neat, and his killing power is first-class and powerful, which is somewhat similar to our highness back then!"
"Old Liao."
Someone laughed and said, "I think so much about him? Don't forget, you have a bet with him!"
"Oh!"
The man surnamed Liao didn't care either.
"Old Liao, I am a rough man. If you don't make any bets, just give me a thumbs up for his strength and record!"
"What a pity."
The old man felt a little regretful.
"If there were more talented people in the army, our morale would not be so depressed."
There are a large number of monks in the border army.
Of course there are many geniuses.
However, most of them have three or four rings, and fewer than five rings, and more than six rings, and even more, they can count them by their fingers. There are only Feng Xi, the only one who rings nine rings.
"This kid!"
The man surnamed Liao laughed.
"Old Liao, I guarantee my head, absolutely nine times, I didn't run away!"
...
Another place.
Gu Han's performance was naturally seen by Yun Lie and others. Unlike the joy of others, they all had a gloomy face and a cold light surged in their eyes.
Especially Yun Lie!
He is not blind.
With Gu Han's cultivation and killing power, it is definitely the nine sounds of the Taoist bell!
Why!
He was very unwilling to accept it.
Why do you all have nine rings of Taoist bells, just eight rings of me!
This moment.
He was jealous and became more determined to his previous thoughts.
Resign to him!
It attracted a trace of the blood of the ancestor dragon!
At that time, I will definitely be like the nine-sounding Taoist bells!
"This son."
Ji Cheng's tone is solemn.
"If you can grow up, I'm afraid you will be another tenth prince!"
"snort!"
Song He sneered.
"Then he must have a chance!"
"Let him live for a few more days. Once the war comes, I will take his life! Nine sounds? Nine sounds that are dead are worse than one sound... Hum?"
Sudden.
He seemed to have found something wrong.
"What does he want to do!"
...
In front of the formation.
Seeing that Gu Han had only breathed in just two short breaths, he took off the head of the young God of War.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
A burst of cheers broke out!
Even the heaviness and depression that were pressing down on my heart was dispersed a little!
"brother!"
Murong Yan kept shaking her mace.
“Good!”
Except for the fat man who looked calm, the rest of the people changed their colors and hurriedly avoided them.
Gu Han smiled.
This is exactly his purpose.
He had already heard Yun Fan say that the barbarians were not only strong, but also far superior to the border troops of the Great Yan Dynasty. Although he didn't know why, all the troops had never been dispatched, but even so, the border troops were extremely difficult to resist. It was often the same.
More defeats, less defeats, even if you win, you will win miserably.
Although there are Yan Emperor, Zhan Wang and Feng Xi.
Their morale will not fall to the bottom, but year after year, the depression and depression in their hearts can be imagined.
He knows very well.
The two armies fought.
Morale is particularly important, and in some ways, even more important than those elixirs!
Obviously.
Kill a young god of war.
Still so straightforward.
But it is even more encouraging than the previous encouragement Murong Yan brought to them!
At this time.
A monk rushed over and conveyed Feng Xi's orders.
pioneer?
The sharpest sword?
In an instant, everyone was excited and the haze and depressedness in their hearts were cleaned up a lot again!
Obviously.
Feng Xi's grasp of the morale of the army has reached a slightest level. She is very clear about what the border monks lack the most.
A sword!
A sword that is pointed at by the edge of the sword!
And Gu Han.
That's the most suitable candidate!
"cut!"
The fat man muttered quietly, his tone slightly sore.
"Isn't it just a vanguard? Who are you trying to scare? Wait, Fat Master must make the name of a vanguard and defeat this bastard!"
"Oh."
Zhao Mengyou glanced at him.
"So what about the Pioneer? He is the sharpest sword. What about you, what are you?"
The fat man fell into deep thought.
The hardest shield?
"This kind of thing."
Gu Han looked at the group of barbarians with gloomy faces, a little confused.
"Dare you dare to call yourself a god of war?"
"Who sealed it? All your temple of War God is this kind of waste?"
"Damn it!"
A barbarian was furious.
"Dog thing, you dare to humiliate my God of War..."
brush!
Not finished speaking.
A strong wind blew over his face, and the scattered invisible sword energy left blood marks on him, but Gu Han had already come to him!
"you……"
puff!
Not yet opened.
A light flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt a chill in his neck and his consciousness quickly disappeared!
"furious!"
"Kill him!"
"Hang his body outside the Temple of War!"
“…”
The barbarians roared endlessly.
When facing the Great Yan Bianjun, their mentality has always been high and arrogant. Gu Han's words undoubtedly completely broke their pride!
"Gu Xianfeng!"
Seeing Gu Han in a siege.
Then a monk wanted to come forward to help.
"Go ahead!"
The fat man lazily picked up his arms and watched the big show.
"If he can't handle such a small scene, haha, then the position of the pioneer should be taken to Fat Master as soon as possible!"
Among these barbarians.
The one with the highest cultivation level is much worse than the fifth God of War. How could he be Gu Han’s opponent?
For a moment.
The sword light was bright, and the invisible sword energy was scattered all around!
Heads flew up one after another.
Blood continues to spill.
But... the only thing that was not seen was Gu Han.
He was so fast that no one could capture his figure except for a few fat people!
Everyone was fascinated by the sight.
really!
Gu Xianfeng is the sharpest sword!
After a moment.
The barbarians finally couldn't stand it.
They are savage and fierce, but in the face of such one-sided massacre, they can't even touch the corners of their clothes. This feeling makes them almost collapsed, and the courage in their hearts has long been wiped out!
finally.
Nearly half of the casualties.
The remaining barbarians no longer had their previous arrogance and fled in panic.
Until now.
Gu Han only showed up.
He did not chase after him, and his sword shook and put it on the neck of a barbarian.
"I forgot to ask, which god of war was yours just now?"