Previously, the Beimang Military God, the young vassal king, the Peach Blossom Sword God and the white-clothed Luoyang, the four of them left the hinterland of the Beimang army one after another, leaving only Huishan Ziyi, who insisted on continuing to advance forward, facing Deng Mao and the layers of grassland iron cavalry alone.
Broken Spear Deng Mao had to sincerely admire the courage of this Central Plains woman, who really did not lose to any man in the world.
Deng Mao, who has always been silent, couldn't help but ask: "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, why is this so?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng broke through the formation so far, he was already extremely murderous, and his shot was even more worthy of the words "strong as a broken bow, like a thunderbolt", along the way, whether it is a heavy armored foot soldier or an elite cavalryman, as long as she is stained, it will inevitably end up dead without a corpse.
The reason why she can be called Liyang Shuangbi with the young vassal king is not only that the realm is extremely high, but also that Xuanyuan Qingfeng's foundation, whether it is physique or qi, is very thick and solid, and the qi in her body is both strong and long.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng put his hands behind him, the south wind blew on the battlefield, and the hostess of the big snow flat with his back to the northern city, the green silk and skirt fluttered to the north.
Abundant as a god.
Deng Mao once followed Luoyang and Yelu Dongbed to Zhulu Mountain in the Central Plains, and even intercepted the convoy that Liyang escorted Gao Shulu south to Guangling Road, and followed the two to go south and north in Liyang, so he was no stranger to the Central Plains rivers and lakes.
He is the nominal guest of the Yelu family in the vein of Yelu East Bed, a bit similar to Huishan Huangfang Buddha and Longgong Ji Liu'an, the status is more transcendent, but it must not be simply regarded as the vine attached to the big tree, according to legend, Deng Mao was frustrated and silent in the grassland in the early years, and Yelu Hongcai, who was called "the boss" by the nobles of the North Court, gave him a helping hand, and respected him as a guest, Deng Mao was naturally grateful.
In fact, the arrogant Deng Mao has a lot of respect for Luoyang, which is mixed with the admiration between men and women, as well as the admiration of people in the same way, but Deng Mao is determined to reach the top of martial arts, and the shallow feelings for the sect leader of Zhulu Mountain have been shelved in the depths of his heart, like an old wine buried in the ground, no need to take it out to drink, and he is reluctant, just remember it occasionally, as if he can smell the lingering aroma of wine.
At this time, the two confronted each other, only in terms of the level of the realm, the Beimang Grandmaster who was in the same era as Murong Baoding, Deng Mao, as the predecessor of the rivers and lakes in the purple clothes of Huishan, was half a realm lower than Xuanyuan Qingfeng, just an ordinary celestial realm, far from touching the threshold of the land immortals, but even if she was as conceited as Xuanyuan Qingfeng, she still did not act rashly, and she did not feel that she could easily cross this man and take off the head of the prince of Beimang, so she could already see her jealousy of Deng Mao from the side.
Of course, Xuanyuan Qingfeng also has the intention of accumulating qi to restore its peak, and he did not deliberately hide this, Deng Mao's non-obstruction, it seems to be a light enemy, but it is actually a trade-off, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's qi is indeed steadily rising, but the previous indomitable momentum is declining slightly.
Deng Mao was actually reluctant to see the untimely death of this legendary woman, but seeing Xuanyuan Qingfeng's posture, Deng Mao knew that it was useless for him to say more.
Since he was able to be placed near the "Tianyuan" of this chessboard by the Beimang Taiping Order, as the most important chess piece to balance Xu Fengnian, the king of Beiliang, on the bright side, Deng Mao didn't have time to use the killer weapon against Xu Fengnian, how could he speculate with common sense Xuanyuan Qingfeng's temples and green silk fluttered wantonly, and his heart was like water.
If it is said that the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a, it is located at the highest point of the battlefield.
Then she deservedly located in the northernmost part of the Rejected North City.
Deng Mao finally laughed out loud and asked, "I really don't regret it" Xuanyuan Qingfeng's expression was indifferent, and he did not speak grandiosely.
The daughter of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, she has never regretted anything in this life.
Deng Mao stepped out heavily, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was dressed in purple and stained with many bloodstains, swept forward almost at the same time.
Both tacitly chose to fight in close quarters.
Divide life and death within one zhang The Beimang Daxu waved in the wind, stirring up ripples and hunting.
Dressed in golden armor, the prince of Beimang, Yelu Hongcai's face was gloomy, and the magnificent pillar of light that symbolized the majesty of heaven fell from the sky and fell in front of the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince.
Although Yelu Hongcai has been forced by the situation for more than ten years to endure dormancy and survive a rather shallow city, but at the peak of his almost most complacent life, he feels that the entire Central Plains is already in the bag at a sensitive moment, King Xinliang carried the way of heaven with his own strength, which made Yelu Hongcai, who was sitting on an army of 400,000, swell with a strong resentment, and engraved it in his heart.
The world's personnel, the most afraid of comparison, beauties, celebrities, power and wealth, are all the same.
Before Yelu Hongcai didn't see Xu Fengnian, the news about this person's eldest son, in recent years, almost heard the ear grinding calluses, for Xu Fengnian, who successfully squeezed out Chen Zhibao's final hereditary replacement, Yelu Hongcai deep in his heart, in fact, repaid a complex feeling of sympathy and sympathy, which allowed the Beimang county lord with the pseudonym Fan Bainu to sneak into Liangzhou and take the initiative to convey his goodwill to the young vassal king.
Yelu Hong glanced at Yiqi in the distance, she and the four or five talkers of the Chess Sword and Le Mansion were gathered, probably discussing how to intercept those Central Plains Grandmasters.
Yeluhong's eyes when he looked at her did not have the slightest tenderness, even if she had shared the bed with her for more than ten years, she just maintained her face as respectful as a guest.
She suddenly turned her head to look at her, Yeluhong instantly squeezed out a warm smile, she nodded at him, and then turned her head to continue to discuss with others.
After Yelu Hongcai retracted her gaze, his face quickly turned cold, and when a cowardly Xue guard behind him quietly stepped forward to his side, Yelu Hongcai's soft face this time came from the bottom of his heart, a huge grassland, this Beimang prince can say some intimate words in the end, and he only has this one by his side.
Different from the sweaty horse that Yelu Hongcai rides, the servant's mount is a high-headed horse with a snow-white body, exuding an oily brilliance similar to mutton fat and jade, and the young rider has a slightly larger helmet on his head, covering his eyebrows, revealing most of his extremely feminine and handsome face, Yelu Hongcai watched him carefully keep his distance from himself, his eyes showed undisguised love, and he laughed softly: "Come closer, it's okay." ” The young horseman narrowed his natural and charming narrow eyes, looked at the southern battlefield, and said slowly: "Gallop to the north and be arrogant, and sing until the south wind dies."
The first half of the sentence is appropriate, but the second half of the sentence is not at all. ” Prince Beimang, who was not familiar with poetry and disdained vassal elegance, couldn't help but ask curiously: "How to explain it, there are allusions in it?"
The personal servant with the title of cowardly Xue guard, boldly rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Even if you lay down the Central Plains in the future, with your knowledge, how can you deal with those remnants of Liyang in the future?"
Yeluhong laughed for a while, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Isn't it you?"
” The young horseman pursed his lips, looked at the dazzling bright purple clothes in the distance, and sighed: "A woman should be content to live to her part." ” Yelu Hongcai followed the line of sight of Hu and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was fighting with the broken spear Deng Mao, and said disapprerovitically: "No matter how high the martial arts are, together with Xu Fengnian, a full eighteen martial arts masters outside the northern city will still be unable to escape death against our grassland iron horse."
The best outcome of this Daxueping Martial Arts Alliance Master is to die under Deng Mao's broken spear, or die in the Iron Cavalry Rush, otherwise surviving on the battlefield will only be worse than death.
With her identity and appearance, once she becomes a prisoner and destroys her cultivation, not to mention Beiting, I am afraid that even some old and strong bigwigs in Xijing Temple will have to spend thousands of taels of gold to buy her. ” The young horseman's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he sighed: "If there is really that day, the moment Xuanyuan Qingfeng loses her martial arts, she will actually be dead.
This is like the general minister in the temple, as long as he loses his official hat, it is equivalent to being slung out. ” Yelu Hongcai didn't believe that Xuanyuan Qingfeng could pose a threat to himself, and the old god was saying: "The beauties in the world are like the aquatic plants on our grassland, there are them every year, and there will be one stubble next year after one cut."
Although Xuanyuan Qingfeng's appearance is indeed rare, but in the future, a grassland and a Central Plains, after careful searching, can find a lot of peerless beauties.
To tell the truth, the women who have finally made it to the rouge review in the past have all had prominent identities without exception, and it is really difficult for women from ordinary backgrounds to be on the list.
So, at the end of the day, the men in power in the world like women's faces, but they prefer the clothes on women's bodies, such as " The young horseman squinted at the princess of Beimang, who didn't know when he met with the two princesses holding the festival order, and sneered: "Like her" Yeluhong half-jokingly said: "Just her, probably only when she becomes the queen in the future can she be among the next rouge reviews." ” Yeluhong was silent for a moment, then turned his head and said seriously: "You are different, different from her, and different from them. ” After hearing this, the cavalry did not turn his head to look at Yeluhong, but raised his head slightly, and said with a proud face: "Of course" In Jianzhou, southeast of Liyang, there was a proverb that was widely circulated, but with the dust of the turmoil in Guniu Dagang, the ripples had already disappeared.
"One female and one male, the female is in the city, the male is in the country, and both fly into the Wutong Palace."
The infantry army formation in the middle of Beimang was cut off by two white-clothed and red robes, Luoyang and Xu Ying echoed left and right, and the number of foot soldiers who leaked behind them each time did not exceed three hundred.
Only the one-armed sword-eating ancestor stood behind the two female grandmasters, within a radius of twenty zhang, the sword qi was like a rainbow, circulating uncertainly, and the trespasser was like throwing himself into a net, killing him on the spot.
Not only that, Sui Xiegu, who was dressed in white with fluttering snow eyebrows, twisted a wisp of long eyebrows with his fingers, and said silently: "Start a battle against each other." ” The remaining flying swords that were dropped by the young feudal king's imperial sword to the outside of the northern city, more than 2,000 intact long swords rose from the ground one after another, and the long swords with one handle swept into the air, head and tail connected, and fell in front of Sui Xiegu in turn, straight into the ground, with more than 1,000 swords as a row, a total of two rows, neatly arrayed in the open space before the old ancestor who ate the sword.
Forming a step formation with a sword formation.
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Sui Xiegu closed his eyes, smiled, and muttered to himself: "The mainstay, the heart of the river protrudes, the rolling flood, the vast Changchun." ” Sui Xiangu suddenly took a deep breath, and nearly two thousand broken flying swords fell behind the old man in turn, but these long swords did not insert into the earth, but hung in the air, like a sword formation forming a crossbow formation.
Finally, Sui Xiegu took another sharp breath.
Suddenly, the tall and burly old man's body bloomed with brilliant white rays in all directions.
Sui Xiegu, who has eaten countless swords in the world, will scatter the sword qi that has accumulated for a hundred years into two large arrays, and each flying sword is instilled with a wisp of fierce sword qi, and in an instant, it is like a psychic rhino, such as gaining spirituality, whether it is a sword erected in a step formation, or a crossbow array horizontal sword, the two large arrays of four thousand swords, all trembling at the same time, and wailing.
The old man whispered: "Li Chungang, you broke two thousand six armor with one sword in Guangling River, and I don't want to lose to you in Sui Xiegu."
The old man who had exchanged arms with Li Chungang, the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor, passed away with a smile.
Two sword formations, two in one go.
A hundred years of spirit, three mouthfuls of spit out
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