Chapter 458 The Iron Cavalry of Beiliang Road is everywhere, Xu Fengnian peels and removes the knife
The music is teasing, and he also wants Beiliang to open his eyes and look at his uncle Le’s Vajra body, standing there motionless. After the guns, the hundred cavalry on the right followed another rain of arrows. The movements of a man who was in the pass were all accepted with a smile, except for his broken clothes, his body was unscathed. The movement seems to be huge, but in fact it is also quietly accumulating strength and trying to reach the peak and fight again. It is not impossible to continue teasing the group of mice alone, but be careful of sailing the ten thousand-year-old ship. If there is a martial arts master hidden in the cavalry team, he will take action insidiously when his movement’s aura fades, although he will never capsize in the gutter, once he loses a little face, God knows whether the vicious young master behind him will vent his anger when he is bored. The music that serves this young master is really harder than serving his ancestors. If he is extremely hated in his heart, he will never mind changing his taste if he is a higher level than that handsome young man. Cole Zhang knew very well that this kind of ruthless revenge that would be smooth and smooth in his whole body would probably not be able to count on in this life. Unless the man was beaten to dust by a sudden appearance of immortals, he would have the chance to get into a trap and step on it. But on Beiliang Road, an old sword god Li Chungang had already appeared, and Chen Zhibao had also rebelled into Beijing, leaving only a junior brother of Gunxian Wang Xiu, and Yuan Zuozong, who was the commander of the border cavalry. Could it be that these two remaining top masters can still join forces to appear here?
Although the hundred-man cavalry facing the movement on the post road was penetrated, they soon launched a charge again. A 100-man cavalry team at the foot of the mountain joined the battlefield under the leadership of Huang Xiaokuai. The hundred-man cavalry on the left and right sides changed one crossbow and one spurted gun. Even if they could not make a contribution against the Vajra master, the formation was closely connected, and their performance was much more remarkable than Ma Jinchai’s frozen wild cavalry. The unafraid music breathed a breath, and the mist lingered in a long and long manner. He stretched out his arms and twisted his wrist joints, as if he thought the sound of the horse’s hooves was noisy. His foot was shocked, and the dull roar actually faintly overshadowed the sound of the hooves. The movement stepped on the post road one by one, and the momentum grew longer and rumbling like thunder rolling on the ground. The two horses riding on the post road were much more powerful, but no one was afraid to fight.
The official struggles in Beiliang, especially the struggles in the army, have always been despised by the pillars of the Liyang court, for a farce in the village. If they play the role of a shrew who scolds the streets and cannot make a fuss, they will only roll up their sleeves and fight with a rude force. Compared with the capital in the imperial court, those continuous intentions and portals are all temple calculations that have been passed down from generation to generation. How can the atmosphere created by Beiliang in just 20 years be able to reach the eyes of the imperial masters? It seems that many pillars and civil officials have forgotten that the Liyang court has the cultural heritage of their group of experts in governing the country, and the poor Beiliang also has the unique inheritance of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry. Dong Yueqi failed to do it well, but such as Wang Zhi, Ren Chunyun, Zhu Boyu, Huang Xiaokuai, etc., these little lieutenants and military officers who are not even qualified to enter the vision of the temple giants, are doing well.
The movement wanted to break a few Beiliang backbones with his own hands. Of course, he didn’t know what to pass on from generation to generation.I was too lazy to think deeply, but the different cavalry in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable. I finally joined the ranks of first-class masters, and in the end I would be a young man. When I arrived in Beiliang, I had to let my anger come out!
The movement stared at the cavalry with outstanding armor and scabbards. It was full of thick aura and felt like the earth immortal could carry it down with a sword. The movement where the spirit had reached its peak was wild laughter resounding throughout the post road, colliding with the cavalry general. When he was fifty steps apart, he jumped high, stretched his long arms and smashed it down with one punch. The Pearl Captain Huang Xiaokuai, who was the leader of the horse, blocked the sword. The man, horse and Beiliang swords all sank suddenly. The four hooves of the war horse were instantly broken by this unstoppable force. The Beiliang sword only squeezed out a trace of blood from the man’s fist. Huang Xiaokuai held the knife in one hand and held the back of the knife with the other, but he was still unable to stop the evil fang from hitting the punch. He pressed down a mouthful of blood, abandoned the horse and moved it sideways, and the blade smeared the man’s fist, but still failed to cut his skin. The captain beside him stabbed out with a long spear and accurately stabbed the left eyeball of the movement, forcing this person to not be able to chase them. A cavalry even threw a gun at the crotch of the movement like a needle. The cooperation in a flash was vicious and effective. The movement frowned for the first time.
The essence of a master in the Vajra realm is nothing more than the four words “falling out the truth”. Having spent all the endless stream of water-like air, without the perfect and flawless Vajra Invincible, it is considered half of the success. If you give the master enough breathing opportunity, slowly replenish the air and restore the weather in your body, you have to start over again. However, the accumulation of qi in masters has always been easy to accumulate and difficult, and the qi flows for hundreds of miles in an instant. This legendary land fairy realm is also inaccessible even for the Vajra Realm and the Sharp Mystery Realm, which are both first-class masters. Like the movement, the qi has fallen twice in succession, and the qi has risen and fallen to 80%. During this period, the qi is left unmoved by the rain of guns and arrows, and it is only a stupid method to recover to 90%. The reason why the death of the Western Shu Sword Emperor in the world is not purely a pity that this master was crushed into a pile of meat mud, but also because the sword master guarded the gate of the Western Shu Imperial City for the sake of the worthless surname. The enemy he faced was a locust cavalry surrounded by waves of tides. He had no chance to breathe. He fought to the end with his breath, and was simply watching himself walk step by step on the road to the underworld.
But the music only frowned, and what he was facing was just a hundred people riding.
He pushed away the dazzling shot of the Duwei, and stepped on the iron spear thrown by the cavalry. He took advantage of the opportunity to hit the Duwei’s head with a knee. The Movement occupied the magpie’s nest and stood on the back of the horse. The war horse ran forward inertia. The Movement, which stood proudly, looked at the top of the mountain without any reason, and felt a sense of chest tightness.
A rider slowly went down the mountain.
Faster and faster.
In the distance behind the movement, the peach fan was closed with a snap. The long vermilion rope with the other white sheathed sword hanging on the wrist of the young master suddenly straightened.
While riding down the mountain, Mr. Hei Qiu also noticed that he was being targeted by someone on the mountain and murmured to himself: “Why has Zhao Gou, a master like Beiliang who is not visible and has never mentioned it?”
The music’s scalp was numb, as if he was ghosted during the day, and was frightened to death.
The figure on the horseback’s back had swaying sleeves, from the cuffs to the arms, climbing countless red silks, like a fresh scarlet red snake.
Back then, there was such a human cat who was “wrapped in red and swirled around the snake” and riding a horse leisurely towards his movement.
The music that was poked into the weak point was crazy, with a painful expression. He squatted on the horse’s back, hooked his scalp with his hands, then raised his head, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, gritted his teeth and patted the horse to death, and rushed towards the horse.
The Pearl Cavalry at the foot of the mountain and on the post road subconsciously stopped the horse, leaving it to the rider who went down the mountain and the unknown martial artist who was always unstoppable.
The man who was about to fly off the horse and continued to rush.
A pair of people who thought they would have to fight for at least a few incense sticks passed by like a floating person.
The scarlet sleeves became redder.