Chapter 999 The Eight Grandmasters died outside the city, and the Beimang Army was killed and injured.
Although every time you wave your sleeves, it would bring heart-wrenching turbulence, the old man always had a peaceful mind and muttered to himself: “But I feel that there are ghosts and gods in high singing, how can I know that I can’t starve to death and fill the ravines… Don’t think about my old country to my old friends, and try new tea with new fire. But I can’t do it…”
Cheng Baishuang felt the magnificent sword rain above her head.
The elderly man who had to breathe and did not fall into the dry dantian was already powerless to turn his head and open his eyes. He could only vaguely sense the sword rain fell in the Beimang step formation on the side of Xue Songguan. The old man smiled with relief on his face.
“The country is unhappy, the poets are fortunate. One wishes that there will be no boundary poems in the future, and there will be no great poets in the future. Two wish that scholars in the future will be happy to forget their worries. They do not know that old age is coming, nor do they know that old age is coming…”
Cheng Baishuang raised his arm for the last time, with long robe and wide sleeves, and the scholar was romantic.
The child held his clothes and asked, “He Taichi when he returned home.”
When his arms fell down this time, the old man’s lips moved slightly and he could no longer raise his arm.
With his back to the northwest gate of the Central Plains, facing the hundreds of thousands of troops of Beimang, the old man bowed his head silently, silently.
Before Cheng Baishuang’s lifetime, Beimang never had a huge rock or a crossbow arrow that fell into Jubei City.
Who said that there is no use for a scholar?
Sui Xiegu, the closest to the old Southern Tang survivor, did not turn his head and sighed softly. He originally took the place where he stood as the center of the circle. Within twenty feet, more than a hundred snow-white sword energy as thick as the mouth of a bowl were intertwined into a net. Suddenly, the sword energy expanded ten feet outward, and sixty sword energy added. More than eighty shield-holding infantry who were cautiously rushing forward were killed immediately, and the fate was even more miserable than the separation of five horses.
Ji Lu’an, a guest guest of the Dragon Palace in the Beimang step formation on the right, cut a heavy armored Beimang centurion into two halves with one sword. He suddenly turned around and roared, “Old book bag!”
At this moment, seven or eight spears stabbed in clusters. The sword master Mao Shulang strode forward, and took more than ten steps forward, blocked Ji Lu’an and wiped it horizontally, swept away the thick energy, and cut all the Beimang infantry in half.
Wudang Dazhenren Yu Xingrui shouted “Bold Rats”, and the peach wood sword in his hand flashed, piercing through the necks of three Zhu Wang dead soldiers on Mao Shulang’s side. With the power of a sword, the immortal flew his sword and took the head.
On the far left side of the battlefield, two brothers, Yu Xinlang and Lou Huang, were from Wudicheng City, one with a standard sword and the other with a famous sword. Both sides advanced together, because Xu Yanbing helped to block the stair formation at the end, and the proud disciples of Wang Xianzhi were completely relieved to dig forward.
A half-step martial saint was in the rear without worrying about stopping things, just killing people. Yu Xinlang and Lou Huang seemed to be more powerful than Ji Luan and the other three.
> Louhuang’s sword is extremely strong and its sword moves are simple, just like a woodcutter chopping wood. Whether it is Beimang cavalry or war horse, there is no complete corpse under one sword.
Yu Qing-groom put away the broken knife, put it back on the scabbard, and pulled out the ancient sword that had already been trembling in the scabbard, and still pointed and pointed lightly. The rabbit rose and fell, and the gods were gone, and there were no more or less. One time he took a life. Although the momentum of killing the enemy was not as terrifying as Lou Huang, even Xu Yanbing was a little surprised when he noticed the subtle changes in this person’s aura. As Wang Xianzhi’s first disciple, Yu Xinlang actually showed signs of breaking through the battlefield. It was natural, and naturally, just one line away from being able to step into the threshold of the land sword immortal. Although even after a stable realm, it is still not a real land god, as long as the realm reaches that level, it is far from referring to the swordsman in the Xuan and Tianxian realms who accidentally understand one or two swordsmans who can compare with the power of one or two sword immortals, they may be another person after Deng Tai’a.
Yu Xinlang pointed a sword at the middle of a Beimang cavalry’s eyebrows. He didn’t look at the dead horse corpse. He jumped onto the horse’s back and looked forward. He reminded Lou Huang in front of him: “There are another thousand elite cavalry coming in Beimang, and there is a top expert who hides it.”
Lou Huang was about to speak, but Yu Xinlang was already laughing and rushing away: “Let me know him for a while!”
On the far right, at the critical moment when Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao changed their front and back positions, a figure as fast as a thunderbolt hit Chai Qingshan’s chest, who was about to retreat. Although this famous sword master of Li Yang subconsciously stood up in front of the sword and used the sword edge to fight the enemy, hoping to make the uninvited guest retreat, unexpectedly, the punch still hit the sword edge without hesitation!
The leader of the Dongyue Sword Chi, who was in the midst of the breathing gap, was caught off guard and was injured by the edge of his long sword. Fortunately, Wei Miao quickly swept forward, grabbed Chai Qingshan’s shoulder with one hand and pulled it back, blocking the second punch of the Beimang martial arts master with the other.
Chai Qingshan sprinted over ten feet, and a blood groove with bones deep visible from his chest was cut out, and blood gushed out, soaking his clothes.
While Wei Miao held the fist with his left hand, he had to help Chai Qingshan avoid the sword edge with his right hand, and then he was slowing down the Beimang master by punching again. But this slight difference made the cunning and insidious assassin who had a great opportunity.
Wei Miao was hit on the forehead with a punch. He stomped his feet with a bang, and only took a step back and stopped retreating, but refused to take a step back! This shows that this Nanzhao No. 1 master has a strong temperament!
Wei Miao and the visitor exchanged one punch!
Each step back three times!
Wei Miao punched the man in the chest and then punched him in the forehead.
Wei Miao, whose head was severely damaged, had scarlet blood seeped out of both ears.
In the blurred vision, the Beimang general wearing a shiny silver armor smiled grimly.: “Wei Miao has boxing, and you are the one who kills no boxing in the world!”
Taking advantage of the gap between the speech of the tall general, Chai Qingshan hurriedly took a breath and wanted to get back to the disadvantage for Wei Miao. But at this moment, the old man heard the blind girl zither behind him shouting, “Be careful!”
The second ghostly Assassin of Beimang rushed down the air, silently, and without any fluctuations in the aura, like a lonely ghost.
The flaws of the silver-armored generals were obviously intentional tricks. I am afraid that this is the killer move that the two Beimang martial arts masters really surfaced after they were linked together!
Chai Qingshan quickly took a step back.
While Xue Songguan made a sound reminder, he rubbed the strings of his palms hard!
But a scene that made the blind girl zither master feel sad and angry appeared: the assassin completely ignored the severe wound of the explosion in his chest, as if he could not feel any pain. The extremely slender four-foot sword in his hand, without sword aura and without sword light, slashed straight at Chai Qingshan’s eyebrows!
A piece of willow in Beimang, the truly ghostly head of Murong Feng!
On the verge of life and death, Chai Qingshan still tried his best to deliver the last sword in his life.
Punched the man’s heart.
The sect leader of Dongyue Sword Pool only hopes that this sword can pierce the man’s heart.
It’s okay if I die in Chai Qingshan, it’s okay if I can kill one more person.
It was originally supposed to take this opportunity to let Murong Feng kill Chai Qingshan, and then the silver-armor general beat Wei Miao with both fists, with his turbulent and disordered aura. That would be an excellent situation for both to win!
But at this moment, Chai Qingshan suddenly realized that although the long sword had a ravine with skin and flesh on his forehead, he could break his head with just a little more strength. If he had more strength, it would be impossible to dismember himself. However, the assassin with extremely bizarre sword skills chose to show mercy. At the same time, it was the silver-armored general in Beimang Orange Prefecture who held the throne Murong Baoding, who was in charge of the throne, wasted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to punch.
Chai Qingshan widened his eyes. Even the old man who had experienced many battles, he felt that the picture in front of him was too absurd!
The Beimang assassin in front of him was hanging his body, his arms drooped, and the willow-leaf sword fell to the ground.
A piece of Liu Murong Feng’s head was held by someone behind him with one hand and lifted it in the air!
Murong Baoding dared not move, he was so honest that he was unreasonable.