The three hundred guards of the Imperial Forest Army held down the handle of their swords at the same time, even if the previous masters of the Criminal Department were repelled by the young vassal king's move, and put on a posture of breaking into the Qin Heavenly Prison, but these three hundred elites of the Zhao family wearing light armor and golden swords still did not immediately draw their swords to kill the enemy. ， Of course, this does not mean that the Imperial Forest Army is a useless embroidered pillow, let alone how good the temper of the Royal Forest Army is, if it were replaced by any other person standing at the door, the three hundred Royal Forest Army with a secret order would have rushed up to kill.
However, for some reason, there is no young man wearing the python robe of the vassal king in front of him, after all, he is the son of Xu Xiao, the general who holds 300,000 Northwest Iron Cavalry, and he is also a martial arts master on the same level as Cao Changqing and Deng Tai'a.
Whoever draws the knife first dies first, the reason is as simple as that.
The criminal department was enshrined and flew, and the deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army had to take the position, this burly master of the inner world, with a "Yonghui Tianzihao" imperial knife hanging from his waist.
During the reign of the first emperor, it took five years for the court master to forge eighteen handles one after another, of which the earliest three handles were treasured in the interior, and the first emperor only wore the golden dragon Dayue armor to participate in the hunting, and would hang one of the handles.
Until the end of Yonghui, in addition to the three commanders of the Royal Forest Army were given three handles, Yonghui Tianzi No. 16, 17 and 18, according to the rules, the official position of the commander of the Royal Forest Army will not be hereditary, but the golden knife will be "hereditary", that is to say, only sitting in these three positions can be qualified to wear these three knives.
Gu Jiantang of the Great Pillar Kingdom, Chen Zhibao, King of Shu, Lu Baijie, Tangxi Sword Immortal, and Wu Chongxuan, who had just gone to Beijing to go to the court, and the four military scholars of the Liyang Dynasty were each given a stalk, which was privately passed on.
Among the eight generals of the four expeditions and four towns, in addition to Wu Chongxuan, only Ma Lulang, the general of the expedition to the north, won this honor, but no one knows what the specific font size of these five "Huizi knives" is.
When today's son ascended the throne, ordered according to the Yonghui Tianzi knife imitation of nearly 500 new knives, personally named Xiangfu Daye knife, referred to as Daye knife, the scabbard is all the same color for the wooden gold peach skin sheath, the handguard is an oval iron gold hollow plate, there are three jade dragons that can be moved, vivid, when the knife is raised, the percussion is like a dragon's roar, it can be described as ingenious.
The deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army took a deep breath, his tone was no longer as rigid and stiff as the unlucky guy of the Criminal Department before, and said in a deep voice: "King Beiliang, please don't embarrass us. ” Xu Fengnian, who was standing by the knife, was silent, and did not pull out the ordinary old-fashioned cool knife that was cast very early, but gently tapped his fingers and flicked the hilt.
It's like the sound of a cool drum in the north.
To be able to be the deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army of the Liyang Zhao Family, naturally he will not be greedy for life and afraid of death, this burly man smiled freely, and had a little bit of the will to die generously for the king after eating the king's lu, probably knowing that he would die, there was no old-fashioned errand on the side of the emperor in the palace in previous years, looking at the Northwest vassal king in front of him, he smiled heartily: "Yang Dongping, the old martial artist in the countryside of Dongyue, entered Beijing twelve years ago as a guard of the Imperial Forest Army, and has been away from the rivers and lakes for twelve years, and the last battle in this life, to be able to fight with the king of Beiliang, this life is in vain."
After saying his last words, Yang Dongping took out the Yonghui Tianzi No. 17 Imperial Knife that he didn't know who he would hand over after he died in battle, and said loudly: "Meet the enemy" Three hundred auspicious talismans are neatly unsheathed.
Yang Dongping took the lead in rushing forward with a knife and roared: "Retreat with me" In an instant, twenty Imperial Forest Army, including Yang Dongping, came one after another.
In addition to maintaining the thickness of the formation outside the front gate of Qin Tianjian, the hundred guards of the Imperial Forest Army did not move, and the rest of the guards swept towards the left and right flanks of the battlefield of King Beiliang and Yang Dongping, obviously not only blocking the path of the young vassal king's advance, but also intercepting the way of retreat.
More than 200 guards of the Imperial Forest Army were extremely fast, and for a while, outside the gate of Qintianjian were like a group of butterflies flying brilliantly, which made the Li Jiajia soldiers who were in the gate feel dazzled, and there was a chill to the bones, asking themselves, in this kind of fierce siege, ordinary masters can really survive by luck Yang Dongping, who took the lead, made a dull vibration on the street every step, he didn't dare to jump up and split his head, in the face of the great master of Beiliang Wang, who had a huge disparity in strength, there were too many vacancies, and it was destined to be a fatal end, even if it was a rather conceited one-product King Kong Realm Yang Dongping, he only chose the most conservative move, the knife was used as a sword, and the tip of the knife pierced the chest of the Beiliang King, and this knife did not use all his strength, leaving three or four points of qi in case of trouble, in case of defeat, he had to escape even if he was injured, and he must not let the King of Beiliang succeed in one move.
Although Yang Dongping has been far away from the Central Plains for more than ten years, his reputation is not obvious, but he does not dare to slack off in the palace Da Nei, which treasures countless martial arts secrets, and he has a martial arts way, and if he does not advance against the current, he will retreat, and Yang Dongping, who is outstanding in his talents, has endured loneliness for more than ten years, and does not care about the false name of the master, but cultivates the Vajra realm to be extremely solid.
This knife has almost reached the realm of returning to simplicity and returning to the truth, without any superfluous majestic momentum, unpretentious, and restrained.
Even if Yang Dongping didn't dare to despise today's new Grandmaster in the slightest, he soon found that he hadn't faced the top Grandmaster to the death for many years, and once he met a figure of the level of King Beiliang, a slight mistake was enough to be fatal.
Yang Dongping's original intention was that he could not make a contribution with a knife, and when he saw that the opportunity was not good, he would try to staggered with the king of Beiliang, or he would retreat on the spot, and there would be guards of the Royal Forest Army behind him to fill in the position and help delay the battle, and he would eventually have a glimmer of life, and then he would continue to fight again.
It's a pity that Yang Dongping didn't expect that he would die of not overestimating himself, but seriously underestimating his opponent.
The young man dressed in a vegetarian shirt had no attempt to stop him, allowing the sharpened iron of Yonghui Seventeenth Imperial Knife to stab straight into the chest.
At that time, between the trade-offs, life and death, Yang Dongping, who thought that there was an opportunity, suddenly soared between his five fingers, and no longer accumulated, and the three jade dragons in the hands of the imperial sword guard suddenly roared.
When the tip of the knife is about to touch the young man's heart, the linen cloth can be stabbed through the body, and suddenly a huge force is transmitted from the blade, and the knife in his hand is like hitting a mountain, as if hitting a stone with an egg.
Yang Dongping had been so decisive that he immediately gave up this precious and extraordinary Yonghui imperial sword, but when the King of Beiliang had just let go, he had already stretched out his palm, and Yang Dongping's whole person seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, so that his body was still rushing forward slightly, but his entire chest was instantly sunken, and his back was protruding at the same time.
Yang Dongping, the deputy commander of the guards of the Imperial Forest Army, died on the spot.
Yang Dongping's corpse flew upside down, and crashed into a guard who was waiting for an opportunity to rush forward to kill the young feudal king, and the unparalleled momentum exploded a large field of blood in the latter's chest before he had time to dodge.
Behind him, a guard tried to reach out to stop his "seriously injured" colleague, and with a click, his arm exploded, not giving him a chance to regret it at all, and the two of them, whose regression momentum showed no signs of exhaustion, slammed into him.
Then the three corpses flew out upside down together, gliding out on the ground, and the corpses slowly stopped in front of a hundred immovable Imperial Forest Soldiers, and a trail of scarlet blood flowed from the ground.
The dead are dead, and the living are shocked.
After Yang Dongping was killed with one palm, the Yonghui Tianzi knife that should have been passed on to the next deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army after the war came out of his hand, and Xu Feng waved it casually.
The unsheathed imperial sword that was thrown high paused slightly, and then began as if it was being harnessed by a land sword immortal The sword first slashed through the neck of a guard of the Imperial Guards, and the next moment, it pierced the shoulders of his colleagues on his side, leaving his left shoulder in and out of his right shoulder, and a nearby guard who jumped high with his sword raised was cut off by a knife.
A large arc swirled around Xu Fengnian.
After all, this group of Imperial Forest Army is a few masters of the Great Interior, in the trajectory of the arc of "Yonghui Seventeen", there is no shortage of people who shoot knives or save their lives or intercept them, but without exception, as long as the knife is out, the temporarily ownerless Yonghui Seventeen are unscathed, but the auspicious talisman Daye knives in the hands of other guards are all shattered on the spot.
Seeing Xu Fengnian's movements, Yonghui XVII began to draw a second arc with a larger range.
At the same time, within the first circle beside Xu Fengnian, the swords of all the guards of the Imperial Forest Army who died before they had time to draw their swords also began to leave the ground and fly into the air, joining the arc trajectory.
On the second arc, which was further away from Xu Fengnian's figure, there was a piercing sound of the Daye knife exploding and breaking, and corpses kept falling to the ground.
The more than 160 guards of the Imperial Forest Army who were still alive were forced to stand outside the arc, and it seemed that they were surrounding the Beiliang King who had not really come out of the sword layer by layer, but in fact, they couldn't even grasp a corner of the young vassal king's clothes.
When Xu Feng began to move forward with his feet raised, the arc that was visible but traceable with fast steps suddenly appeared a ripple change, occasionally jumping out of the arc, and only after obliterating a certain guard did he continue to return to the arc trajectory.
More than two dozen guards, caught off guard, were killed instantly.
I don't know who was the first to shout "Break the formation together", and the guards of the Royal Forest Army outside the circle began to slash at the arc in a dead manner.
A breath, ordinary people are afraid that they will not be aware of it.
And the ordinary martial artists who enter the hall in martial arts, one breath, is still just like raindrops falling on the eaves, and it disappears when it touches the ground, but the great master of martial arts, the qi is as long as a river, and from the high pavilion tree of heaven and man in the world who personally formulated the division of martial arts into one product and four realms, there is a saying that there are eight hundred miles in the body for a long time.
Masters with similar strength face the enemy, to a large extent, it is the "battle of one breath", whoever breathes longer, often can be invincible, who has a shorter breath time, will be able to seize the fleeting opportunity faster, so that I will live and die.
No matter what, the remaining Imperial Guards found themselves no longer able to let the young vassal king continue to "do it in one go" comfortably.
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Xu Fengnian continued to move forward, ignoring the strength of the guards of the Imperial Forest Army, and turned his head to look at Xu Yanbing, who was holding a spear in an instant, who nodded with a smile.
Xu Yanbing accompanied him this time, not to help kill people, or even to help Xu Fengnian block the ironclad heavy cavalry at both ends of the street.
These people will be handed over to Xu Fengnian, who has reached a new realm in the Xiama Wei Post House, to solve it by himself.
But before Xu Fengnian entered the Qin Heavenly Prison, two people and two arrays were involved.
Xu Fengnian is in Tai'an City today this year.
Just like his year, Wang Xianzhi stood in Emperor Wu City This state of mind has something to do with the level of martial arts cultivation, but at the same time, it has little to do with it.
But whether there is such a state of mind, and in turn the impact on cultivation, Xu Fengnian really achieved a veritable one-man battle against two people at the last moment of dismounting, which actually explains everything.
Then.
Cao Changqing, Luoyang, Wu Jian, Xuanyuan Qingfeng and others are intentional.
Deng Tai'a, Chen Zhibao, Yu Groom, Chai Qingshan and others did it unintentionally.
On the empty street, Xu Yanbing took a light breath, and the gun in his hand shook.
This man, who has been seriously neglected in the Liyang Dynasty and the Central Plains, a middle-aged martial artist who has almost never heard of him who has walked out of the Beiliang Territory and does not have too many outstanding achievements against the enemy, looked up at the Tongtiantai of Qin Tianjian, "Chen Zhibao, Xie Guanying, who will come first or come together" Inside the rooftop, Xie Guanying said helplessly: "The two of us, we can fight, you don't want to shoot, you can run, I can't run for the time being, how can I have a headache." ” Chen Zhibao said indifferently: "There are two large arrays in Qintian Prison, and the one in Longhu Mountain is used to imprison Xu Yanbing. ” Xie Guanying sighed, "Although there are more than 60 jade seals of all countries in the Spring and Autumn Period, whether or not the Holy Duke of Yan is in charge in person, the impact is not great, but if there is no Dragon and Tiger Mountain Great Array to reduce Xu Fengnian's strength first, the effect is really worlds apart."
The most important thing is that you don't want to do it."
Chen Zhibao interrupted the ambitious scholar's words, "You should know that Xu Feng's coming here is doing something that I would have done in the future, and I am already giving you face just by standing here."
If you want to take the opportunity to make the cool air in Liyang North burn all the jade, then rely on your ability to do it. ” Xie Guanying laughed at himself: "I know, I know, we are cooperating, we are all seeking skin with the tiger, I Xie Guanying knows it in my heart." ” At this time, Jin Xin'an, who had been the leader of the Northern Land Qi Cultivator for twenty years, suddenly ran into the Tongtiantai with a panicked face.
Xie Guanying frowned, his fingers in his sleeves quickly pinched, and he said to himself: "It's not strange that Yan Shenggong suddenly left Beijing, but in addition, what other big variables can there be?"
Jin Xin'an's face turned pale, and he said miserably: "Mr.
Xie, I just went to the seal library in person, only to find that Yan Shenggong didn't know when he took the big seal of Confucianism, which symbolizes the luck of Confucianism. ” Xie Guanying was stunned at first, then laughed, his sleeves trembled, he raised his eyes to look at the south, and said in high spirits: "Yan Shenggong, Yan Shenggong, do you really think that such a rebellious act can stop me Xie Guanying is self-defeating, you who are dead readers."
On the post road, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and a little scholar sat in a simple carriage from north to south.
The little scholar looked at the unprecedentedly restless gentleman, and really couldn't think of anything in the world that could make his husband feel uneasy, and the little scholar finally couldn't help but ask curiously: "Sir, what's wrong?"
Without waiting for Mr. to give an answer, the little scholar had an idea, felt that he had found the answer, and grinned: "Mr. should not have been accustomed to the water and soil in the capital and had a bad stomach?"
The middle-aged Confucian man had a small wooden box with a simple carving on his knee, and he remained silent after hearing the child's joke.
The little scholar was worried, and asked with a bitter face: "Sir, are you worried about the world's major affairs, can I share my worries for Mr."
Soon the little scholar sighed heavily and said, "Definitely not, I don't even have a reputation now." ” The middle-aged Confucian man smiled and said: "The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband."
Whether there is ability or not is secondary, and whether there is morality in the heart must precede ability. ” The little scholar's face still did not improve, "I have read so many sage books with my husband, and I naturally know these truths." ” The Confucian scholar smiled: "You have to accompany me to Beijing this time, after all, you are not thinking about being lazy in your homework and reading to your husband."
The little scholar sighed and began to recite aloud the ten family mottos that Mr. had summed up all his life's work.
Mr.'
s family motto is the "family motto" of all scholars in the world.
Inside and outside the carriage, the sound of books is loud.
The middle-aged Confucian began to close his eyes and concentrate, reading people, listening to the sound of reading.
"See the virtuous and think together, see the unvirtuous and introspect.
"Do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
"My day and three provinces and my body" When the little scholar read the last sentence of the ten, "Scholars can't do without Hongyi, and there is a long way to go".
The middle-aged Confucian scholar followed silently and recited a sentence "Scholars can't be without Hongyi, there is a long way to go", and then suddenly opened his eyes, patted the little scholar's shoulder, his eyes were resolute, and he said slowly: "It is precisely because of the heavy responsibility and the long way to go, that my generation of scholars must remember one more thing: scholars must not fail to Hongyi" The little scholar didn't know what to do, but nodded vigorously.
It was the middle-aged Confucian of the contemporary Yan Sheng Gong who opened the box with a smile.
Empty.
Yan Shenggong said softly: "Xu Fengnian, with you Beiliang fighting to the death, I have been in the Central Plains since Hongyi is behind":