Two quarters of an hour later, thousands of generals in Huaiyang Pass really withdrew from Huaiyang Pass, which shows the orderliness of the Beiliang border army and Chen Zhibao's insight into military affairs.
Net w The white fox followed Chu Lushan out of the city at the end, suddenly turned the horse's head, pulled out the embroidered winter and spring thunder double knife hanging from his waist, threw it high, and threw it into the city.
In that small courtyard, Xu Fengnian walked down the steps, Chen Zhibao slowly walked out of the room where the coffin was placed, stood on the steps, and the tip of the plum wine in his hand turned purple in an instant.
In the face of Xu Fengnian, a great martial arts master who is almost independent of martial arts, even if he is seriously injured at this time, no matter how arrogant Chen Zhibao, who now has the luck of Xishu, he still will not have the slightest underestimation.
Chen Zhibao understated that a shot was handed straight forward, for some reason, there was no majestic momentum that swallowed mountains and rivers in the imagination of impermanent people, and the purple plum wine overflowed in the chest of Xu Fengnian, who was slightly sideways, and Chen Zhibao's wrist shook slightly, and the originally straight gun body suddenly bent like a bow, and bounced towards Xu Fengnian's chest, which was the arc formula in the four-character formula embroidered by the Gun Fairy King, Xu Fengnian gently pushed it on the top of the arc of the gun body with one hand, and the plum wine was not pushed out, but burst out in an instant like a thunderbolt falling on the world, the figure slowly retreated, strolling leisurely, pointing and pointing, and "pointing" the secret strength of those broken guns that Wang Xiu became famous and learned one by one.
Suddenly, Xu Fengnian's body was like being hammered, and his feet slid backwards without leaving the ground, and he finally stopped at the moment before he was about to lean against the high wall of the small courtyard, and the placket of his back may be only a line away from the wall.
Xu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood, waved his sleeves lightly with both hands, and forcibly suppressed the turbulent qi in his body that fluctuated like a tide.
After eating a small loss, Xu Fengnian gently spit out a mouthful of turbidity, looking at the white-clothed Shu King who did not take advantage of the victory after a shot, it was very strange, this person's popularity was not brilliant in an instant, only five or six hundred miles, not to mention the seven or eight hundred miles that Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a and others could easily do, not to mention that Li Chungang fought in the Guangling River before his death, broke through the armor of two thousand six with one sword, and crossed the thousands of miles that Lu Zu praised as the threshold of heaven and man, just in terms of qi flow, I'm afraid that Chen Zhibao can't compare to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who is now in full swing on the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains. net Kendo has been a battle between qi and power since ancient times, and the same is true of martial arts in the world, but no one can deny the importance of the continuation of one qi, which is almost the foundation of a Jianghu martial artist.
But even if Chen Zhibao's qi flow is not magnificent, he can still fuse Wang Xiu's four-character formula in one shot, and it seems that he can have a very romantic handwriting after only three or four points of strength.
Chen Zhibao, who had the advantage in one move, said indifferently: "This shot is for the 300,000 iron cavalry of Beiliang to draw you, those Beiliang border troops whose names have been engraved on the stone tablet should not die so aggrieved." ” Xu Fengnian did not have any verbal disputes with Chen Zhibao, and slowly cultivated his strength.
In the previous battle of Guangling River, Xu Fengnian had already learned Chen Zhibao's plum wine, not to mention that Wang Xiu, the great master of the Spring and Autumn Period who taught Chen Zhibao spearmanship, was originally from the Beiliang family, and there were two junior disciples of Xu Yanbing Han Laoshan who had served the Xu family for many years.
There is always an inexplicable feeling that the strength is not caught, a bit like the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient, even if Xu Fengnian is a steady winner above the realm, but when it is really shot, it is difficult to achieve ten points, you must know that Xu Fengnian faced Wang Xianzhi, who was known as a man who overwhelmed nine people at that time, and was even able to score twelve points, and Tuoba Bodhisattva fought thousands of miles in the Western Regions that time, and it was also hearty from beginning to end.
Now that Xu Fengnian was severely injured by Tuoba Bodhisattva, it was more difficult to deal with that plum wine.
But no matter how dangerous the situation was, Xu Fengnian did not complain about anyone, nor was he resentful of Chen Zhibao's robbery. net This is just like Bei Liang's difficult situation now, since the general trend of the world is already like this, if you want to survive, don't care if the means of Bei Mang's army leaving the Yang Temple are not righteous and bright enough, in fact, you Bei Liang can't care about those at all.
As the old saying goes, do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, Xu Fengnian has always firmly believed that whether to listen to the destiny of heaven, or whether the mandate of heaven is good or bad, is a very secondary thing, what you have to do is to do your best, and you must not give up when you think that your personnel are not finished.
At this time, the long and short double knives of the embroidered winter and spring thunder fell into the small courtyard of the city from outside the city of Huaiyang Pass, Xu Fengnian was indifferent, and let the double knives be inserted into the courtyard, and Chen Zhibao did not prevent the fall of the two famous knives, only the tip of the spear trembled slightly, and the purple qi shook slightly.
It's not that Xu Fengnian doesn't want to take over the embroidered winter and spring thunder, but he can't.
Chen Zhibao shot again, sweeping to a place about a shot away from Xu Fengnian, who was standing in the corner.
But the next moment, Xu Fengnian didn't seem to move, but Chen Zhibao's swift shot pierced Xu Fengnian's left a few steps away, and the plum wine gently pressed against the wall, and the point stopped.
I saw that a crack was smeared horizontally on Xu Fengnian's chest, and blood gradually oozed out.
Xu Fengnian frowned, Chen Zhibao's shot was very fast, it was originally pierced in a straight line, but it was not fast enough for Xu Fengnian to avoid it, so Xu Fengnian took three steps, but in an instant, the tip of the plum wine appeared in his heart.
Therefore, when Xu Fengnian returned to the same place, his clothes were still scratched by the non-sharp spear head.
Chen Zhibao slowly withdrew the plum wine.
The secluded courtyard has not closed the courtyard door, and the breeze is blowing.
There is a jujube tree in the corner of the small courtyard, which is fruitful, and the green and red jujubes are hanging on the branches.
Every time the autumn breeze arrives in the northwest, almost every household in Beiliang will beat dates and eat dates, even the weak children can easily shake down, some married women who have not yet given birth to children for the first time, according to customs, will stand under the jujube tree, and the younger children in the family will choose those jujube trees with slender branches, shake vigorously, and let the red jujube smash on the top of the head, implying the early birth of a noble son.
On the inconspicuous jujube tree, suddenly a jujube quietly left the branch, bumped into the branches below and other dates, and then fell to the ground.
Xu Fengnian made an unbelievable movement, inserted his hands into his cuffs, and after posing as if he was waiting to be killed, his face was a little pale, and he looked at Chen Zhibao.
The jujube, which is more inconspicuous than the jujube tree, exploded with a bang after gently falling to the ground.
The plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand was as if he had been hit by an invisible flying sword.
Thunder fell on earth and resounded in the sky.
This is where Gu Jiantang's divine intent lies in the peerless Fang Cun Lei at the bottom of the box.
But the wrist of the flying sword that controls all things, and the realm where the heart goes to the sword is the root of the sword of the Wu family.
As the first jujube fell to the ground, the jujube suddenly fell like rain, and one by one fell sharply, some dull explosions, and some quietly landed.
Chen Zhibao stirred up a circle of ripples around him, different heights, like countless small stones smashed on the surface of a calm lake, that mysterious picture, like a fairy pen, on a snow-white rice paper out of thin air blooming lotus flowers.
Chen Zhibao closed his eyes and clenched the plum wine, even if a ripple rippled three feet above his head, he still didn't dodge, let alone hand out a shot to break the deadlock.
A circle of ripples spread slightly in the air just an inch above his shoulder.
Chen Zhibao is waiting, patiently waiting for Xu Fengnian's killer move, waiting for the moment when Xu Fengnian's heart has murderous thoughts, as for those seemingly mysterious and unparalleled ripples, they are just painless tricks.
For Chen Zhibao's current plum wine, there is no flawless pioneer in the world, and his posterior is confident that he can also break it with one shot in the face of Deng Tai'a, who is known as the world's unparalleled lethality, so no matter who he fights with to the death, he is invincible, not to mention the young vassal king in front of him who is already at the end of the strong crossbow.
Some ripples rippled in the distance of Chen Zhibao and were extremely "careless".
When the tree is full of dates.
Xu Fengnian's cuffs moved slightly, and a small and delicate flying sword hovered quietly in front of him in turn.
At the same time, the ripples that had disappeared around Chen Zhibao resurfaced.
Big and small, high and low.
A swaying snow-white lotus flower was drawn out of each ripple.
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