Chapter 72, I am smiling from the horizontal knife to the sky
Li Cunxiao stood calmly in the center of the platform, even though he was the only one there.
But Liangyan felt like there were thousands of troops standing behind Li Cunxiao on the school training ground, and the oppressive feeling of calm and self-power made people unconsciously have trouble breathing.
This huge sense of oppression was even greater than the first time he saw the mirror world of Beidu in the virtual network.
After all, Liangyan can now be considered a first-class master, but the little power he has now is not even qualified to be mentioned in front of Li Cunxiao.
According to legend, Li Cunxiao could kill a tiger with his bare hands at the age of ten, and was later adopted as an adopted son by Li Keyong and entrusted with important tasks.
He led the army for 20 years without a single defeat. He shot a eagle bow at his waist and a horse spear in his hand, which made the enemy frightened and surrendered without a fight.
Even in the final execution, he was able to pull the five horses back without any harm just by relying on his body's instinctive reaction.
If he hadn't been so disheartened and wanted to die, no one in the world would have been able to do anything to him at that time.
The king cannot defeat Xiang, and the general cannot defeat Li.
This is history’s evaluation of Li Cunxiao.
Now that such a war-god-like figure is standing here, Liang Yan is completely unsure. What will be the test on this fourth level?
A few minutes later, the school training ground was still empty except for Liangyan.
Li Cunxiao waved his hand on the general stage and said:
"Good advice, soldier, the enemy will attack in three hours. Then you will join me to defend against the enemy."
Although the good words were dozens of meters away, the voice was loud and loud, as if it was ringing in his ears.
Liang Yan was stunned.
This Li Cunxiao is indeed not simple. The skill of transmitting sound through the air with his hands tests the ultimate control of the upper body muscles.
It seems that his muscle control ability has reached an incredible level.
Suddenly a strange thought occurred in his mind:
"This Li Cunxiao is from the former Jin Province, which used to be the Central Plains of China. Could it be that he is proficient in the relationship between Qi and force?"
This thought lingered in Liangyan's mind for a long time. He had a hunch that the reward for climbing this level must be related to the Qigong practice method.
With this idea, Good Words is now full of motivation.
He didn't know what kind of enemies Li Cunxiao was talking about, let alone how many enemies there were, but he didn't intend to pay attention to these kind words.
Since there are only two of them on the school training ground, it means there are no reinforcements. They will be the only ones to defend themselves against the enemy in three hours.
Taking a few deep breaths and relaxing his muscles, Liangyan walked to the stable next to the school training ground and prepared to choose a good horse to ride.
After all, Li Cunxiao is good at riding and fighting. He will definitely ride a war horse to fight in a few hours. He cannot let his guard down at this time.
Fortunately, Liangyan's body was flexible enough, and he seemed to be quite talented in horse riding skills. Within half an hour, he was able to ride a horse and gallop.
Since we are fighting against thousands of troops, the method of controlling air will not be of much use at this time.
The method of controlling Qi works for hundreds or thousands of people, but what about tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?
I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion before I finish killing the enemy.
So Liangyan led the horse to the weapons rack and used ordinary weapons to fight ordinary soldiers. This was the most appropriate choice at the moment.
Rows of cold weapons were placed neatly on the shelves, including swords, guns, clubs and halberds.
However, Liangyan knew that he couldn't use any of these. The weapons that suited him now were those weapons that didn't require any skills, just slashing with force.
After searching carefully, Liangyan finally found the most suitable weapon on the weapon rack in the last row, a short-handled Mo Dao.
This knife weighs about twenty-five kilograms, the blade is more than four feet long, and the handle is one and a half feet long. It can be used to slash with both hands or to chop horizontally with one hand.
Liang Yan took the knife and swung it a few times, and he fell in love with this Mo Dao. It was just the right weight and had great lethality against ordinary soldiers.
An hour has passed since I finished doing this.
Liangyan looked at the sun in the sky and estimated that it was already 12 noon, which meant that the enemy would arrive here in four hours.
Since there is still so much time, why not improve your cultivation level.
Yu Qingge once said that any object can be tried to communicate with. This Modao's cold light is restrained and it was obviously forged after thousands of times of hard work. Maybe he will have a chance to communicate with this weapon.
But just when Liangyan was about to use his second consciousness, he felt a pain that was like a thousand cones piercing his brain. In an instant, the pain flooded his brain.
With a "boom", he fell to the ground and fainted.
It was already past three in the afternoon when he woke up again.
"Hey, why are you lying here?"
Liangyan muttered to himself while getting up unsteadily.
At this time, Li Cunxiao was already standing next to him on horseback. He was dressed in armor and had a cold light, and his bow was bent and his horse was standing in all directions.
His strong body blocked the sun in the sky. Liangyan felt that he was standing at the foot of Mount Tai, and the man in front of him was the mountain god Shi Gandang.
"Good advice from a soldier, I will now promote you to be my left captain, give me battle armor, and follow me to defend against the enemy."
Then Li Cunxiao took a piece of armor from the horse and threw it directly in front of Liangyan.
Liangyan, who was still a little confused, shook his head. After a few breaths, he finally remembered what he was doing now.
Climb the tower by yourself, and now you are on the fourth floor. The test on the fourth floor is to follow Li Cunxiao to kill the enemy.
Kill the enemy!
Liangyan suddenly woke up when he thought of this, what time is it now?!
But before he could figure out the situation, Li Cunxiao drove his horse outside the school training ground.
Looking at Li Cunxiao's figure riding away, Liangyan realized that the enemy should have arrived.
Then without saying a word, he quickly put the armor on his body, picked up his Mo Dao, mounted his horse, and followed.
Outside the school training ground is the Gobi Desert as far as the eye can see. The rolling mountains in the distance and the setting sun reflect the smell of the desert smoke.
Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew up a wisp of dust, and Liangyan instinctively stretched out his hand to block it.
At this moment, through his fingers, he saw a cloud of wind and sand rising on the horizon, blocking out the sky and the sun.
Suddenly, a chilling air spread from Li Cunxiao's body,
Feeling this chilling air, Liangyan's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.
He was not nervous but excited, a kind of excitement that wanted to rush into battle and kill the enemy.
Even the war horse under his crotch seemed to be affected by this murderous aura, and seemed restless and wanted to rush out.
"Lieutenant Zuo, resisting the enemy this time is my test. If you join me in defeating the enemy, you can pass the test. Use your strength rationally, otherwise it will be difficult for you to pass.
But you were smart enough to choose Mo Dao. The last person to directly choose this weapon was your sworn brother Qin Mu."
After Li Cunxiao finished speaking, he drove his horse and slowly walked towards the enemy. As he walked, he shouted in the sky:
“A true man stands between heaven and earth and uses his six-foot body to protect his family and country. Why should he be wrapped in horse leather?
Lieutenant Zuo, why don't you follow me and kill the enemy?"
Liangyan knew that a god of war like Li Cunxiao died at the hands of his own people, which was the greatest insult to him.
Now he just wants to do it all over again, and dying on the battlefield is the best destination for Li Cunxiao.
Liang Yan looked solemnly at the dust that was covering the sky in the distance, and then he fiercely pulled out the Mo Dao from his waist, and replied in a low voice with an arrogant smile on his face:
"Yes, general, please take your orders!"
After saying this, Liang Yan whipped his whip on the horse's legs, and the horse immediately understood what he meant.
After a long roar, the war horses rushed towards the enemy with good words on their backs.
Just like this, two war horses carrying their respective masters on the Gobi Desert,
Charge headlong towards the enemy.
The enemy troops marching in the distance also spotted Liangyan and the others.
, the heavy cavalry in the front row slowly accelerated.
After a few breaths, they had broken away from the rear infantry phalanx.
Then a total of eight thousand heavy cavalry charged Liangyan and the others with the sky full of wild sand.
Ten breaths later, the two sides collided with each other.
Originally this was a battle with extremely unequal numbers, two versus eight thousand, in a group charge of heavy cavalry.
But Liang Yan and Li Cunxiao's unyielding momentum made them invincible.
Liang Yan on horseback kept slashing, and with one swing of the four-foot Mo Dao, two people were bound to be broken in half.
Facing the opponent's Ma Shan, he did not dodge. He swung his sword and cut both the opponent and Ma Shan into two pieces.
For a moment, the people who had said the good words fell on their backs. Half a minute later, he and Li Cunxiao killed through the phalanx composed of eight thousand heavy cavalry.
The red-eyed Liangyan rode up to the sky and laughed arrogantly:
"How wonderful! How wonderful! General! Why don't we kill him again!"
Li Cunxiao was also affected by the arrogant laughter of Good Words. Wasn't he also so arrogant when he was young?
"Okay! Good brother! Turn the horse around and we'll kill him again!"