Chapter 990: The army in the north city is approaching, and the grandmasters join forces to fight.
After this battle, you and I have no other owes each other, so we will never meet again.
Xu Ying in the red robe fell beside the white robe Luoyang, turned her head and smiled sweetly, looking at her and him.
After the white-clothed and white-haired Sui Xigu landed on the ground, he raised his one arm and twisted his long white eyebrows with his fingers. The old man who ate countless famous swords in the world still did not wear a sword, but just let out a breath.
The glass of wine fills the sun and the moon, exhale and destroys the five mountains.
The blind girl zither Xue Songguan stood in her arms with her head slightly tilted, and her fingers were put together and gently pressed on the strings, about to break out.
Knock your finger and ask for immortality, and knock your finger and cut off immortality.
Wu Liuding, a contemporary sword cap of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, looked at the Beimang army in front of him, and said with a smile: “It’s much bigger than the situation our ancestors of the Wu family encountered back then. In the future, I must brag about Wen Busheng. After this incident, I have seen strong winds and waves.”
Jian Shi Cui, who kept closing his eyes, turned his head and opened his eyes to the top of the city, looked at the woman in white who was beating drums like thunder, and then whispered: “Are I ugly and have a bad temper?”
Wu Liuding was stunned and grinned, “Cui! Since I had eaten your pickled vegetables, you have been the best-in-class beauty in my life in Wu Liuding! A must!”
Yu Xingrui, a Wudang master carrying a peach wood sword, laughed at him and said, “You guys have a bit of the style of my junior brother.”
On the other side, the sword master Mao Shulang, the elderly Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang and the chief guest guest of the Dragon Palace in Southern Xinjiang stood side by side.
Mao Shulang closed his eyes and rested, and his palm pressed against the hilt of the knife around his waist.
Ji Lu’an narrowed his eyes and looked at the North Mang army like a flood, calm and composed.
Cheng Baishuang, who was only one step away from the realm of Confucian Saint, took one hand and raised her whisper and muttered to herself, “Sir, who said that our scholars have no courage?”
On the far left, Wei Miao, the first person in Nanzhao, wrapped his arms around her chest, and was surrounded by Chai Qingshan, the leader of the Dongyue Jianchi Sect.
Wei Miao asked in a bad Central Plains official accent: “Zhengma Chai, I heard that the scenery of Dongyue Sword Pond is very good.”
Chai Qingshan nodded and smiled: “It’s not as steep as your 100,000 mountains, but it’s unique. If Mr. Wei has the opportunity to visit my Dongyue Sword Pond in the future, I will definitely take out the three jars of homemade apricot wine to treat guests!”
On the far right, Yu Xinlang and his junior brother Lou Huang each hung their swords. The swords were Shudao and Shin-Tao, which are among the top ten famous swords in the world, and the swords were just ordinary Beiliang swords.
Lou Huang said seriously: “Don’t forget to make an agreement.”
Yu Xinlang laughed at it.
Outside the Northwest Pass, above the line.
Eighteen people.
In the Beimang army, Chun Nabo Tuoba Qiyun and the royal relative Yelu Dongshui looked at each other, and the latter finally said, “Is this a dying struggle in Beiliang?”
Tuoba Qiyun turned her head to look south, and said slowly, “Deng Mao, the broken spear beside His Highness, and your second uncle, and the Murong Baoding, the Orange State Holding the Season Murong, are only three martial arts masters. Even if Zhu Wang and Li Mibi still have a backup plan, they still seem a little stretched.”
Yelu Dongshui pulled the corner of his mouth: “Will your father be absent in such a heart-stirring battle for the master?”
Tuoba Qiyun had some regret in her eyes, and shook her head and sighed, “My father had never said he wanted to come here in person, maybe he really missed it.”
Yelu Dongshu curled his lips, gently waved the whip, and said lazily: “That’s the biggest regret in life.”
At this moment, a burly figure appeared out of thin air in the clearing ground between the two riders, with arms and knees, and a golden light vaguely flowing rapidly throughout the body, like a golden dragon python emerging from the clouds and mist.
The visitor said expressionlessly, “You two are retreating back ten miles immediately.”
Tuoba Qiyun, who is the Northern Mang Chun Nabo, ran north without saying a word.
Even though he was as rebellious as Yelu Dongshu, after hearing the man’s unreasonable words, he followed Tuoba Qiyun and retreated without hesitation.
When this figure appeared in the Beimang army, Deng Mao, who was guarding the Prince of Beimang, the demon head Zhongliang who was on par with the general’s magical powers, and the Mourning Murong Baoding located on the front line of the army, all of the three top experts in Beimang’s hearts trembled.
This person stood in place, as motionless as a mountain. Although he was on the flat ground, his aura was as majestic as the Kunlun of the mountain range in the world.
Above the northern city, a drum sounded the heaviest.
The young vassal king wearing a python robe and a big sleeve floated, then silently said: Kill!
The other seventeen Central Plains masters recited the word “kill” silently at the same time with a clear understanding.
While the strong infantry army of Beimang Middle Road was advancing steadily, there was a five-thousand elite cavalry protruding on each of the left and right wings, and the horse’s hooves were thunderous.
Two cavalrymen who are skilled in cavalry and shooting cooperate with the middle stairs to conduct dense shooting at the city head of the Jubei City to block the crossbows that suppress the city head and allow the siege infantry to advance quickly to the city head.
The front tide of the Eighteen Grand Masters, located at Louhuang, Yu Xinlang, Wei Miao and Chai Qingshan on the left and right sides, were divided into two groups, each rushing forward calmly and blocking the cavalry’s charge route.
On the rapid advance of the Beimang army, because the eighteen people left the city to resist the enemy, which was originally later than the crossbows after the archery rain and the catapult cart, and huge arrows that broke through the air,He actually appeared on the battlefield first, as if one of the sword immortals from the land was shooting towards the dozens of masters who were blocking their way.
In the fastest view of the Wu family’s contemporary sword crown, two black dots arrived in an instant. He laughed and said, “If you talk about sword control, who can compete with my Wu family’s sword tomb!”
While talking and laughing, the young sword crown continued to move forward sideways, stretched out his arms, and his five fingers were like hooks. The two bed crossbow arrows that had stabbed him almost at the same time were held in front and back by him. The arrows as thick as guns and spears had huge inertia, and violently rubbed with the rich aura between the young sword crown’s five fingers, bursting out bursts of incredible lightning. Wu Liuding’s body was dragged back by two arrows of the same length and took dozens of steps. His feet slid out of the ground. He finally turned into a solid grip. His five fingers each held a arrow that was as strong as a crossbow. He twisted it and rotated his body. He angrily shouted “Give it back to you”, threw the two “long swords” in his hand at a speed that was not inferior to the previous one, and broke through the air. He nailed through the six or seven shield-holding infantry above the two rows in one breath, and his bodies were strung into a gourd.
Young Jianguan still refused to give up, and stood firm with his feet one by one, put his fingers together, and pulled back: “The Sword Tomb is the seventh momentum to nourish the energy, and the geese return!”
The two fierce arrows that broke the formation and killed the enemy instantly pulled out and returned to the front of Young Jianguan. Jian Shi Cui, who was next to Wu Liuding, drew out the ancient sword Suwang, and slashed forward casually, slashing a powerful arrow in half. The broken arrow flew away from her shoulders less than one foot away, and slid down on the ground twenty feet away.
The female sword servant who stood side by side with Jian Guan frowned and said softly, “If you make a move, you will make a move. It is a taboo for sword tomb to nourish your spirit and is the most harmful to breathing.”
The young sword Guan shouted lightly, “Let’s go!” After throwing two arrows forward again, he turned to her and smiled and said brightly, “I always feel that fighting alone can’t show the style of a master.”