When it rains in Chang'an City, there is also a rain that comes unexpectedly in the northwest grassland.
Compared with the soft breeze and drizzle in Chang'an, the rain on the grassland was more violent. It was vast and menacing. The wind and rain rolled up hundreds of miles of dry grass. Birds fled, wild beasts screamed, thunder and lightning echoed in the sky, and water flowed on the ground.
Not rain, but mud.
In such weather, no matter how experienced a hunter is, he will stay at home and not dare to offend God's killing power. But on a grassy slope, two men were fighting fiercely.
They are tall, have long beards and thin cheeks.
One with a red beard is holding a gold-topped jujube sunglass, and the other with a black beard is holding a harpoon.
Red Beard was chasing Hun Jianglong all the way to the red-haired spiritual officer Shan Xiongxin on the grassland.
Blackbeard is the former mountain king Hunjianglong.
The harpoon makes the tiger and tiger become windy, pierce the rain curtain, and unleash murderous intent.
"It never ends, it never ends."
Hun Jianglong roared loudly. He didn't dare to recall what kind of life he had spent during this period. He drank spring water when he was thirsty, picked wild fruits when he was hungry, and ate raw fish from tree roots. While running for his life on the vast grassland, hundreds of
Not even a soul could be seen inside.
But this Shan Xiongxin was like a ghost seeking his life, refusing to let him go at all. Every time soon after he landed, he would chase after him. There was no other way, Hun Jianglong could only continue to run for his life.
Now he can't understand Shan Xiongxin at all, but Shan Xiongxin's situation is actually a bit embarrassing.
After three or two months of chasing Hunjiang Dragon, he began to regret it. Thinking about it carefully, Hunjiang Dragon's head might not be that important, and it wasn't worth the effort to hunt him down. However, there was no turning back arrow when he fired his bow, so he went back like this.
What's going on? What will the people in the village think of me, what will those dogs and geese think of me, and will they be happy to play with me?
There was no choice but to walk all the way to the dark side, and then carry Hun Jianglong's head back to Toad Village with dignity. But who would have thought that the chase would take so long, and until now, Shan Xiongxin has forgotten why he wanted to do it in the first place.
He set out to chase Hun Jianglong. Thinking of this, he wished he could slap himself five hundred times.
The two sides have met more than once, and they are no strangers to each other's tricks. Up to this point in the fight, Shan Xiongxin no longer dares to say that he can defeat Hun Jianglong. After all, people grow very quickly under the threat of death.
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The harpoon held the harpoon, and the harpoon opened the harpoon. Both of them tried their best, because if they lost, the result would be death.
Although the level of this battle was not as good as Cheng Dalei's fierce battle with Little Heavenly Master, in terms of excitement, it was even better.
It's a pity that no one appreciates it.
"Standing on the grass on a rainy day, be careful of thunder." Hun Jianglong roared.
"The thunder from the sky will also strike you. Shan will never do anything wrong in his life."
"Bah, we are all on the same path. Don't look down on anyone. You may not kill as many people as I do."
Shan Xiongxin did not deny that to a certain extent, the two were actually on the same side. He just made a vicious move. Only the living people have the right to talk.
Hun Jianglong was no stranger to this move. He stepped back continuously to avoid it, and then immediately attacked, without giving Shan Xiongxin time to adjust his preparations.
Purple lightning flashed across the sky, tearing the dark sky apart, and was soon filled with deeper dark clouds.
"How about we fight another day? The weather is not very good today." Hun Jianglong distanced himself from Shan Xiongxin.
Boom!
Like thousands of thunders starting up and war drums beating, Hun Jianglong and Shan Xiongxin stopped breathing.
Could there really be thunder from the sky?
The two of them raised their heads almost at the same time and glanced at the sky. Strangely, the dark clouds were very quiet at the moment, and there was no lightning or thunder.
"Quick, look!"
Hun Jianglong suddenly screamed and raised his hand to point into the distance.
Shan Xiongxin also looked carefully at this time, and saw first a thin white line, like the rising tide of a river, as powerful as thousands of troops.
Immediately, he really saw thousands of troops.
Countless people are connected in a line, and only black shadows are seen in the heavy rain. The black shadows are connected together, and the people and horses are watered. It is the most ferocious beast in the world and the most majestic black mountain.
The Black Mountain is moving and getting closer. Thousands of troops and horses are moving together, and the hoofs of the horses fall to the ground, making a neat sound. This is the sound that Shan Xiongxin and Hun Jianglong heard just now.
The two of them were stunned at the same time, stunned.
Hun Jianglong is just a bandit, and dispatching hundreds of people is not an easy task. Although Shan Xiongxin has participated in the war, his momentum is not comparable to what it is now.
"The Rong tribe is the Rong tribe!"
Shan Xiongxin seemed to have discovered something and shouted loudly.
"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, do you want to attract them all?"
Shan Xiongxin glanced at Hun Jianglong, and Hun Jianglong also glanced at him. In the overwhelming rain, facing the Rong army, the two enemies who had been in power just now suddenly developed a feeling of mutual sympathy, hugging each other for warmth.
meaning.
Too small and too lonely.
"There are at least a million people here, right?" Hun Jianglong opened his mouth wide in surprise.
"No, only 10,000." Shan Xiongxin shook his head. He had some experience: "But this is just a vanguard force. If you can use 10,000 as a vanguard, the teams behind..."
Shan Xiongxin didn't dare to say any more, that number frightened him.
"What are they going to do? What are they going to do?" Hun Jianglong shouted.
He knew the answer, but he couldn't imagine the answer.
Thousands of armies came from the north and went to the south, and the south was the empire.
During that heavy rain, Ye Yuanhuo gathered the eight tribes of the Rong clan: dragon, wolf, dog, fish, deer, bear, tiger, and fox. The total force reached 200,000, claiming to be 500,000, and pointed the sword at the empire.
Shan Xiongxin gritted his teeth. The fire had finally reached the empire. How could the empire be resisted now that it was a mess?
No, the news must be reported to the boss in time so that he can respond early.
When Hun Jianglong noticed Shan Xiongxin's eyes falling on him, he suddenly became excited and subconsciously clenched the harpoon.
"What, you still want to fight?"
Shan Xiongxin held the golden-topped jujube sunglass in his hand, thought about it, and loosened it a little.
In this pursuit from the empire to the grassland, I had to kill him before. But compared with the fire that burned the sky in the rain, the Hunjianglong was nothing.
"The sky is big and the earth is big. Don't let me meet you again in the future. Today, I'll let you go for now."
Shan Xiongxin turned around and whistled, and the thin horse hiding from the rain in the distance came closer.
Hun Jianglong narrowed his eyes and stabbed him in the back. If you don't kill me, I will kill you. It's only because you didn't sell your back to me.
Shan Xiongxin didn't look back, he leaned forward and stabbed out along the ribs with the golden-topped Zaoyang spear.
A sharp knife pierces the heart.
There was no place to hide after wearing iron shoes, and in the end, Hun Jianglong himself bumped into his weapon.
Shan Xiong cut off his head with a short knife, got on his horse and headed west.