Chapter two hundred and ninety-six blood is exhausted and dust and soil fourteen
Ling Tianyun and Zhao Kuangyin stood side by side, and next to Zhao Kuangyin were Mo Xiaoshan and his two personal guards. The indifferent waiter rushed in front of Zhao Kuangyin with a single step, but Zhao Kuangyin forcibly pulled him in front of him.
Behind them, four people stood quietly in a row on the long street, facing the rich night, exuding a heavy and oppressive atmosphere. The long street went straight forward, stretching into the endless
Amidst the mist of the dark night.
Everyone tensed up, and the sound of horse hooves coming down with thunderous thunder was getting closer and closer. Although it was somewhat possible to escape in the dark night, everyone at the venue was arrogant and arrogant.
Generations, facing dozens of tough Khitan elites, they never showed a trace of fear in their hearts. It was just that the two young men standing next to Mo Xiaoshan had a nervous look on their faces, with their fists clenched.
There were beads of sweat on their foreheads.
A violent cold wind suddenly hit his face, and the strong cold wind swept over with a trace of bloodthirsty evil spirit.
The front gradually lit up, and the team like a fire dragon appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye with the power of thunderous explosions. The team with flames in the sky and the faintly lit lantern hanging high in the inn.
A clear touch point was formed.
Five blurry figures stood quietly under the swaying lights. The weak lights stretched their bleak figures. The rushing momentum was like a storm, and the dim lanterns were blown away.
It blew for a while and swayed, almost falling from the eaves of the inn. Five solemn faces, five desolate and fearless figures, with a bit of heroic spirit on their faces, and bursts of bravery emanating from their bodies.
breath.
Fearless when the enemy was more than ten times more numerous, and even less afraid of the Khitan elites who were as fierce as wolves, a few rays of cold light appeared in the dark night. The taut body was as tight as the roots of an old tree.
He was rooted to the ground, and his strong and sturdy body did not take a step back at all because of the bloody aura that hit his face.
The long fire dragon and the thunderous sound of horse hooves began to slow down gradually. What appeared in front of everyone's eyes were fierce and strong faces, filled with a sinister aura like endless blood. In their hands
He held up a crescent-like scimitar that was splashed with cold light, and a frightening light shone from the blade directly into everyone's eyes, and a coldness as cold as ice slowly poured out from the bottom of everyone's hearts.
Only then did Ling Tianyun realize what a true elite warrior was and what a true tiger and wolf warrior was. The dozens of Khitan warriors in front of him were exactly what he thought of as the powerful tiger and wolf warriors. This was what he had always shared with his father.
The plan to promote elites in the army that we talked about was just that due to various reasons, there have never been such elites in Baishui Pass.
With a bang, the group of galloping Khitan warriors reined in the horse they were sitting on at the same time. Only the thick white mist breath came out of the horse's nose, but there was no confusion at all. The man holding the torch high, holding the torch in his hand,
The Khitan warrior holding a moon-like scimitar stopped four to five feet in front of them. Dozens of pairs of sharp eyes fell on the five figures standing quietly under the dim light at the same time.
Then, a handsome man in white robes walked out from the group of elite Khitan warriors. The man sat on a rare pure white horse. There was a look of arrogance in the man's eyes that looked down upon the world. He was so handsome.
There was a fierce temperament in his face, and he held a spear that was full of blood in his hand.
That handsome man was none other than the third Khitan prince Yelu Zongheng. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a tyrannical light shot out from his eyes that swept past Zhao Kuangyin and others. When his eyes fell on Ling Tianyun
When he was pregnant, his eyes showed a bit of disdain, but at this moment, he did not take Ling Tianyun, who had once challenged him, in his eyes. The expression of disdain for pregnancy suddenly appeared, which made Ling Tianyun's heart
Very uncomfortable.
"I have heard for a long time that the Zhao Guan family is extremely brave, with unparalleled martial arts skills, and is brave and good at fighting. He is a rare warrior in the Great Zhou Kingdom. When I saw it tonight, I was not disappointed." Yelu Zongheng showed his arrogance as soon as he appeared.
His character suddenly emerged, and although his domineering words were meant as a compliment, everyone had a different taste when they heard Ling Tianyun. He was as arrogant as ever, as arrogant and unruly as ever.
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"Third Prince, you are so polite. Zhao is a martial artist and is not worthy of the Third Prince's concern. Zhao has also heard that the Third Prince has achieved success as a young man and has a great ambition. When he saw it tonight, Zhao opened his eyes. The Khitan Kingdom can have a Third Prince.
It's your country's good fortune. But I don't know what the three princes did during their long journey in our land of China?" Zhao Kuangyin smiled faintly, and he retorted to the other party, but he was also so heroic, with the fierceness on his body
Qi is not weaker than the opponent's.
Ling Tianyun clenched his fists and stared at the arrogant third Khitan prince Yelu Zongheng with a pair of tiger eyes. He knew that a fierce fighting spirit surged in his heart, and he
He needs to fight Nayelu Zongheng again so that he will not be tortured by his own inner demons, so that he can transcend his inner demons and break the shackles of martial arts.
"I don't want to beat around the bush anymore. As long as Zhao Guan's family hands over the three traitors, I will withdraw my troops." Yelu pointed his spear horizontally, and it was none other than Mo Xiaoshan and the other three. He said domineeringly, but his eyes were filled with confusion.
He didn't look at the three people covered in blood at all, but focused on Zhao Kuangyin.
"The words of the third prince are wrong. Brother Mo and the other three are friends of Zhao. There are no traitors here, only friends and brothers. I forgive Zhao for not being able to agree to the order of the third prince." Zhao Kuangyin responded to the other party in a deep voice, and he said that
The Panlong stick moved across his chest, and his whole body's momentum surged. A strong wind surged from his body. His exquisite tiger eyes did not flinch and matched those of the man sitting high on the horse.
Yelu looked at each other vertically and horizontally.
"It is said that Zhao Guanjia's righteousness is extremely high, but no one can change the result that the third prince wants. I hope Zhao Guanjia will not regret this decision, so as not to make unnecessary sacrifices." Yelu Zongheng's face darkened.
There was an aura of frost on that handsome face, and his sharp gaze shot straight at Zhao Kuangyin like a sharp knife that pierced the heart. And the spear in his hand turned to point at Zhao Kuangyin, who had a long stick across his chest.
, his face full of evil spirit, he said sinisterly and sternly.
"Yelu Zongheng, if you wanted me to wait for my brothers to die, you would have done it long ago. You would not have waited until now. It was only at this time that Mo Xiaoshan realized and corrected your plot. As long as there are three of my brothers, you would have done it long ago.
My plan is to kill everyone here in one fell swoop to avoid future troubles. Don't say any hypocritical words. If you want Mo's life, then send you wolf cubs to take it."
As the protagonist, Mo Xiaoshan still didn't understand Yelu Zongheng's plan at this time. He didn't expect that the other party was so ruthless. Not only did he want to kill them all, but he also wanted to include Zhao Kuangyin. At this time, he also faintly thought
Knowing that Zhao Kuangyin was Yelu Zongheng's real target, they had just become the burial companions. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shout loudly, not at all afraid of the condescending third Khitan prince in white robes and brocade.
"Young clown, I just killed you in the blink of an eye. I have spent so much effort, how could I not think of what you Han people think. You Han people will always be like that. You will never be as ruthless and cruel as we Khitan people in treating the enemy."
How could you Han people learn that kind of cruelty?" Yelu Zongheng smiled contemptuously, revealing his ambition in no uncertain terms.
Ling Tianyun, who was standing by the side, was also filled with turmoil in his heart. He did not think that Yelu Zongheng's real target was Zhao Kuangyin. And what kind of identity did Zhao Kuangyin have that allowed the third prince of the Khitan Kingdom to travel thousands of miles to come here?
Just for the sake of a powerful general from the Great Zhou Kingdom, he even did not hesitate to expose his own elite warriors.
"In this case, I am not polite. The Zhao Guan family should not blame this prince for being ruthless. If you want to blame it, blame fate. You and I are our own flags. Although I really want to compete with the Zhao Guan family on the battlefield, but this time
These are extraordinary times, and we have to use some extraordinary means."
"Zhao understands, is he that person?" Zhao Kuangyin's tiger eyes glowed with a strange luster, and he asked an inexplicable sentence, and only the two of them could understand that sentence. Others heard it in confusion.
Even Mo Xiaoshan, who was ready to fight, was startled. They really didn’t understand the meaning of the words that suddenly came out of Zhao Kuangyin’s mouth. Ling Tianyun was also startled. He didn’t know why Zhao Kuangyin asked this question inexplicably.
Although he said this, he seemed to feel that the person Zhao Kuangyin was talking about must have an even more extraordinary origin.
Yelu Zongheng's expression changed, and he recovered instantly, and there was a solemn look in his eyes. Obviously, he could understand the true meaning of Zhao Kuangyin's inexplicable words. He put away the long spear he pointed at a distance.
He nodded, and then nodded towards Zhao Kuangyin. Then, a fierce look of ferocity appeared on his face, and he waved the pistol in his hand without any words or any prelude.
As Yelu Zongheng waved his spear with cold light, the night sky seemed to be torn apart on the tip of his spear, and a strong and bloodthirsty evil spirit replaced the thick fog.
In the dark night, he rushed toward the proud and unyielding figures of the five Kishi in front.
"Hiss?????????", several high-spirited war horses made a long roar and rushed away from Yelu Zongheng. The knights raised dazzling lights in their hands.
The curved blade of blood energy rushed towards the five people standing in the middle of the street with a fierce and fierce momentum.
The powerful horse's hooves stirred up waves of fishy dust in the street, and the brave warriors on the horse's back lost their momentum, and what was vaguely visible was the heavy blood-evil aura condensed on their bodies.
The crescent-shaped blade rolled up a wisp of water-like night sky, condensing a heart-stopping stream of bloody light, and rushed towards the five people.
"Drink", the red-faced man who was among the leaders let out a roar. He did not retreat but advanced. The long stick with golden light in his hand was rushing toward the Khitans with a force that shattered the sky and the earth.
The warrior left. His body was as stable as a mountain, standing majestic, and the long stick in his hand swept towards the horses that were coming straight. He didn't see any movement, but
Everyone saw a flash of golden light before their eyes.
Then a sound of bones breaking reached everyone's ears. When everyone looked at it attentively, they saw that the horses running wildly and the Khitan warriors on the horse's back were heavily swept to the street.
Up. "Boom, boom, boom." With several loud noises, the horses with broken front legs and the Khitan warriors on their backs slammed into the wall of the house on the street from the street.
, causing the earthen wall of the house to collapse. And the Khitan warriors didn't even have a chance to fight back, and were heavily pressed under the dusty earthen wall.
Zhao Kuangyin's body returned to where he was standing just now, with a normal expression on his face, and the long stick in his hand emitted circles of faint golden light. A pair of tiger eyes looked unblinkingly at Yelu Zongheng, who was looking down from above.
And the majesty of the dragon roar that surged up from his body became even more intense. The aura of supreme majesty exuded from his body collided with the wild and domineering aura emanating from Yelu Zongheng.
At the same time, a sudden wave of Qi patterns shot out from their bodies, pushing the mist that filled the sky above the night sky. But they didn't know the innate aura in their bodies.
They did not feel such an aura. It was an aura that was like an innate counterexistence, a battle between fate and luck.
Ling Tianyun was even more shocked because he felt the auras emanating from the two people with the same extraordinary status, and he captured it keenly. He didn't understand what such auras were, he just felt that they were like two different people.
Like a true dragon that has not yet grown up, the aura should be exactly the luck, the luck of the world's struggle.