Just as Yi Yishu killed a section of willow tree, the square formation in the middle of Beimang was cut in half by two people wearing white and red robes. Luoyang and Xu Ying responded left and right, and the number of infantry behind them each time did not exceed 300.
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The one-armed sword-eating ancestor stood behind the two female masters. Within a radius of twenty feet, sword auras were flowing like rainbows, and trespassers were killed on the spot as if they had fallen into a trap.
Not only that, Sui Xiegu, who was fluttering in white clothes and with fluttering snow eyebrows, twirled his long eyebrows with two fingers and said silently: "Start the battle."
The nearly five thousand broken swords that fell into the Beimang army because Xu Fengnian was using the sword rose into the air, and fell one after another next to Sui Xiegu.
There were more than a thousand swords in a row, five rows in total, neatly arrayed, inserted into the open space in front of the sword-eating ancestor.
Use sword array against military array.
Sui Xiegu closed his eyes, smiled, and murmured to himself: "The mainstay, the center of the river rises, the rolling floods, the vastness of Changchun."
Sui Xiegu suddenly took a deep breath, and nearly two thousand broken flying swords fell one after another behind the old man. However, these long swords did not penetrate into the ground, but hung in the air, like a sword formation and a crossbow formation.
In the end, Sui Xiegu took another breath again.
Suddenly, the tall and burly old man's body bloomed with brilliant white light in all directions.
Sui Xiegu, who had eaten countless famous swords in the world, dispersed the sword energy he had accumulated for hundreds of years into two large formations. Each flying sword was imbued with a wisp of sharp sword energy. In an instant, he felt like a psychic rhinoceros, as if he had gained spirituality.
Whether it was a foot formation with upright swords or a crossbow formation with horizontal swords, the two large formations had nearly five thousand swords, all of which were trembling and wailing at the same time.
The old man murmured in a low voice: "Li Chungang, you broke the armor of Guangling River for two thousand and six with one sword. I, Sui Xiegu, don't want to lose to you..."
The old man who once exchanged arms with Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Li Chungang passed away with a smile on his face.
Two sword array, one in one go.
For a century, the three mouths are exhausted.
Sui Xiegu, as the first grandmaster to die on the battlefield, was just the beginning.
Wei Miao of Nanzhao fought alone against the Beimang cavalry.
The punches rise and fall hard, with force like a bow collapsing, and blows like thunder.
Already Beimang's cavalrymen and their horses weighing several hundred kilograms were smashed and flattened by Wei Miao's fists, and their blood gathered into small streams.
Wei Miao became a fanatic in practicing boxing. He never slacked off for a moment because of his outstanding talent. He learned this style since he was young and worked hard every day. He went into mountains to destroy giant trees and entered water to pound rivers. He has already punched millions of times, with strength as strong as hair!
A punch was like breaking a big bell, making a loud noise.
Hundreds of cavalrymen were swallowed up instantly and died on the spot.
This Nanzhao martial arts master who was supposed to shine in the arena of the Central Plains fought alone against thousands of Beimang cavalry on the battlefield outside Jubei City.
Rivers of blood flowed all around, and corpses were scattered all over the place. At least more than 1,500 cavalrymen died under his iron fists.
After the fierce battle till now, Wei Miao has reached the point where the oil has run out and the lamp has dried up, but he still shows no intention of retreating.
"Drink!" Wei Miao's last punch was also the last punch in his life.
The ultimate punch of this boxing master.
With this punch, hundreds of cavalrymen died.
The remaining strength of the fist was not lost. After drilling through the Beimang cavalry formation, it was still able to travel hundreds of feet and force itself in front of Beimang's army.
Countless Beimang soldiers were so frightened by the powerful fist that they dropped their weapons, turned around and fled.
Wei Miao stood proudly and glanced at the broken cavalry formation. He raised his gaze slightly and looked at the Jubei City. He was destined not to see that graceful figure.
Wei Miao's eyes were gradually drawn to the lake of blood flowing out of his eyes.
Wei Miao, the great master of Nanzhao, suffered all the sinews and veins in his body and died without falling.
Since Wei Miao is the best boxer in the world, how can I, Wei Miao, stop boxing in fear of death?
There is no such reason.
She was watching.
After Wei Miao's heroic death in battle, Wu Emperor Cheng Yu's bridegroom held the famous sword and supported Qi, and directly attacked the thousand Beimang Jingqi who came for reinforcements.
When the sword falls, it is completely different from the previous dragonfly that just touches the water and kills people. It is majestic and glorious, the sword energy is so strong that it covers the sky and the sun.
Wang Xianzhi, who never wanted to praise anyone, once said with a smile to the little girl in green robe in private that there were tens of thousands of warriors in the East China Sea, but only the groom stood out!
This shows that Wang Xianzhi has high expectations for the groom.
Dozens of Beimang's elite cavalry were killed by sword energy, but it was still a drop in the bucket for the huge number of Beimang's cavalry.
Often the front army has just died, and the rear army arrives again, and the front army is followed by another.
There are also countless dead soldiers of Zhu Xi and Beimang masters mixed in, ready to launch a desperate attack at any time.
The reason why the eighteen masters of the Central Plains fought to the death was to kill and injure the Beimang infantry as much as possible.
The Northern Court of Beimang mostly relied on cavalry and was not good at attacking cities. They mostly relied on infantry and craftsmen from the Southern Dynasties.
After the First Liang-Mang War, Northern Liang captured Xijing, the capital of the Southern Dynasties in Beimang, and Beimang's millions of troops were wiped out.
The infantry of the Southern Dynasties suffered heavy losses.
There is only one year left, even if Beimang gathers the remaining soldiers and trains them with all their strength.
They even did not hesitate to make the Beimang cavalry dismount and force them to fight on foot.
But Xu Fengnian's strength was beyond imagination. He was like a god descending to earth. He almost wiped out all the Beimang infantry by one person. This had even seriously affected Beimang's strategy for the Southern Dynasties in the future.
The infantry of the Southern Dynasty, which had accumulated wealth for twenty years, had been completely defeated.
Now to attack the city, the Beimang grassland cavalry had to dismount and fight.
In this way, casualties will only increase.
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In the hinterland of Beimang, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has already arrived fifty steps away from Dagu
The Xuanjueliu Gong body in the body is running at full speed, and the Qi machine is flowing like a river.
The closer they got, the crazier the cowardly Xue troops and elite cavalry around Prince Beimang became, but they still could not get close to the place one foot in front of the purple-clad figure.
Every time Ziyi takes a step in Daxueping, countless lives are lost.
Helian Wuwei, the governor of Xihe Prefecture in Beimang, Wang Yong, the governor of Aquarius Prefecture, and the Crown Princess have all come to Yelu Hongcai's side. They are facing a formidable enemy to ensure that His Highness the Crown Prince will not be beaten upright and openly by that crazy woman.
Beheaded under the banner.
No matter what attitude His Majesty the Emperor holds towards the life and death of his son, he cannot let the commander die under the protection of the army.
Just for morale, it was a major blow.
Although Helian Wuwei is not known as a martial arts master, he has always been known for his strict military management.
It is rumored that Wang Yong has never killed an enemy in the arena or in battle, but judging from the fact that these two cavalry are on the left and right of the Beimang Prince, they must be very powerful.
The Crown Princess, whose name is Han Gu according to the Chess and Sword Yue Mansion, is rumored to be a rare master in the sect, second only to Hong Jingyan, Huang Baozhuang, the Tongren Grandmaster, and the swordsmanship close to Huang Qing.
Facing this kind of lineup, Xuanyuan Qingfeng showed no intention of retreating.
Yelu Hongcai, the prince of Beimang, looked at the purple-clothed woman who was getting closer and closer, among the blood flowers, and said with a sinister smile: "The king has the order, remember to save her life."
If he can't control Xu Fengnian, can he also control a prostitute like you?
He has made up his mind to use her to win over a group of grassland dignitaries with unique habits.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng glanced coldly at Prince Beimang, who was riding on a big horse and wearing golden armor.
She had already transcended the realm of ordinary terrestrial gods, and her ears were extraordinary, and she could clearly hear what Yelu Hongcai said just now.
With a sarcastic smile on his lips, this Prince of Beimang should be considered to be more noble than the young King of Beiliang, but he is such a lowly person.
Thanks for the reward from Li Meng, the God of Death.