Shang Fang's sword is at the waist, and the Wulun treasure carving bow is in the hand.
Whether it is drawing a sword to stab in close combat, or controlling the strings in long-range combat, it is a strong tactical means.
And now it seems that for an old emperor with gray sideburns who once fought in the south and the north, and had great military exploits, it seems that the only thing missing is the red rabbit under his crotch.
The Lanhua Panlong suit is dressed in a Hu suit, although it is a narrow style with small sleeves, it does lack a little majestic imperial style, but it is the only benefit, and it can only be revealed on the battlefield. got on and off the horse, drew his sword and drew his sword, but I don't know how much idle help this wrapped costume has.
The color is not fresh and not public, just reflecting the afterglow of the sunset at the beginning of the night, and the golden dragon Su embroidery in front of him is vividly reflected.
It seems that the figure of this old emperor has never been out of shape, otherwise the golden dragon body will look more ferocious.
Although the figure is not out of shape, it is now trying to recall the style of this hard time that could be pulled away ten years ago, or even twenty years ago, and now it seems that more bowstrings have been added, familiar and unfamiliar, strong and rough, as if there is a majestic force of forbearance on the bow, which affects every nerve of the bow-bearer.
Only doubting his own lack of strength, he did not dare to doubt the power of this treasure carving bow.
He didn't open it, and then he started to pull out about seven points, and now he puffed his beard, and with all his strength, he finally pulled the bow like a full moon, and almost shook the red moon cold arrow on the bow, and shot towards the enemy in the distance.
Under the dark moon, countless dark shadows appeared.
As the old emperor expected, it was the top group of fast knife players in Qianniuwei, dressed in black, holding knives like electricity, and killing people without blood.
The old emperor's fingertips shook and sent out the cold light of the red moon, I don't know if he aimed at it or not, I saw that the arrow body flashed quickly like a delicate and flexible electric light, and when it was about to hit the man in black, the speed suddenly increased, emitting a dark red streamer like a red flame.
A man in black at the front fell in response, but this did not affect the fact that more and more black-clothed people in the distance were speeding up their pace as fast as lightning.
They are all dressed in plain clothes, without a little armor cover, although the pace is very light, but they can obviously catch up with the vigorous tenacity that does not show any dragging, the foot is stable, the internal force is enough, the internal force is enough, the action is strong, and the action is strong and most of them can be fatal with one move.
The old emperor drew out the second arrow, which was carried out when the group of black-clothed people came quickly like locusts, and the situation of black pressure was already much more obvious, but with his own observation and experience, these people should be around five hundred, not too many.
Think about it, how many people it takes to kill an old emperor, this is a number of no more, no less, at least surround this dormitory, and force the palace to ask for the guilt.
The second arrow was released, but it was not aimed at the man in black.
The dark skyline is now completely dark, and there is no trace of light to speak of, but the red and cold light can always absorb some light in the endless darkness with its own unique design, creating a brilliant dark light, and rushing to the sky.
The old emperor stood in front of the hall dignifiedly, wearing a blue python suit and no longer seeing too many bright colors, only the sonorous posture that looked strong still showed his identity, proud of everything, despised everything, and cherished all the creatures of all things in this world.
He's waiting.
There must be something waiting for it.
His proud and upright body was still erect, a body that had never bowed to anyone in this world, so now it seemed that he was not going to give in to anyone again.
Even the shadows were getting closer and closer, and they surrounded him less than fifty paces, revealing a pair of blazing eagle eyes that stood above the walls and looked down on everything beneath them.
Bright but full of blood, cold and silent but hidden endless enthusiasm, that is just a little hope that has been consumed by years and time, and what is now shown in front of this old emperor, perhaps what he wants the old emperor to see, is not this hope, but their new sporadic pleasure full of evil or impulsiveness hidden behind this glimmer of hope.
They didn't do it right away, I don't know if it was because they were scared or because they were scared, but they had been standing there for a while.
The old emperor seemed to be a little unbearable, but he knew that as long as he stood up and stood here, maybe he didn't need to say anything, this world, at least the subjects in the Tang Dynasty, should not be able to slash him to death with one sword.
But he doesn't seem to be pinning his hopes on these ready-made things, because they have been used too many times, too long.
What he wanted to see now was a victory in his eyes that were still full of hope, even if there was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides of the war, even if there were talented wolves, tigers and leopards on the other side, full of evil, or they were these blind people who were driven by people and forced to do nothing.
Now it seems that whether they are his loyal subjects or not, it has become irrelevant, what matters is that he has raised his Shang Fang sword and roared at everyone, "Where is the red flame and cold light?"
The aftermath of the dragon's chant was undecided, accompanied by a burst of sharp sound and whispering rhyme, countless sharp blades in the sky rushed in, which were obviously hundreds of bright bows and arrows from the back of the palace, but they still adhered to the only characteristics of this kind of bow and arrow, one after another delicate and flexible light was as fast as lightning, and when it was about to hit the man in black, it was fast, emitting a dark red streamer like a red flame.
The old emperor's face still did not change slightly, and his eyes were full of hope as silent as water.
After looking at the fallen figures of the soldiers not far from him, he never sighed, but blinked, as if all this was destined like this, and everything he expected in his mind was so similar, and the countless arrows were not reused, causing waste, one on each black cloth, no more, no less.
In exchange for this, there was a brief silence around the palace, and then after two breaths, more men in black appeared.
They were obviously the same as the group of people just now, they were all armed with a thousand bull blades, their bodies were quickly disappearing, and there was no sense of procrastination and disobedience, and they came to force the palace at night and came to ask for the old emperor's life.
Ambilight was staged again, this time there were not many, still hundreds of arrows were sent out at once, but none of them hit the black clothes, and only pierced under the bluestone slab not far in front of the old emperor, forming an oval arrow array, forcing the black clothes to stop their steps.
In an instant, a person stepped out of the palace, and at first glance, it was a young man's dress, a gorgeous black robe was straight, and there was not much difference between it and the outfit of these black clothes.
Only when dozens of men in the same dark clothes appeared around the old emperor behind him, could he roughly see the slight difference.
The black clothes of these people are Xuan robes, while the Hu clothes of Qianniuwei are tight-fitting, this is the difference.
And the existence of this difference was quickly noticed by the black-clothed people.
In the territory of Datang, it seems that no one knows the Sujin Xuanyi of Yuncang Mountain, this kind of Xuanyi is obviously that type, which cannot make people suspect more, and it happens to be exactly the same.
Looking at the figures of those people again, just by raising their hands, they knew that it was the Han family's exercises.
Although the foundation is deep and cannot be seen with the eyes, the few people in the Han family team who can hold the complex attack strategy and rhythm of the Han sword are by no means idle.
Just a few simple sword-wielding guards made these Xuanyi feel an inexplicably powerful aura.
Although there were only fifty or sixty people on the other side, they instantly put on a sense of contempt for all five or six hundred or even more people, like a brown sparrow suddenly turning into a colorful peacock, which made people feel bright, but they couldn't find anything incomprehensible to the process.
But now the war is stopped, and there is no need to know more about the means and methods of his changes.
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I saw five hundred black-clothed Qianniu guards holding steel blades, rushing towards every nerve that needed to be soothed and soothed because they had been suppressed for too long.
This time there was no fear or distraction, no pity, no impulse or betrayal, it was just a natural reaction after too many cold missions.
Their footsteps are dense, it sounds very fine, but it is this feeling of fragmentation, but it makes the whole palace tremble, the internal force is huge and far-reaching, the feet are so, the body is even more cold, the thousand cattle knife is danced into a piece of brilliant silver light, like the sky and the earth under the night are flipped, the Milky Way is below, the earth is above, the stars are dense, and there can be no more guessing.
They didn't shout killing, this is also the most important training, even so, the young man in Xuanyi beside the old emperor still couldn't help the simmering feeling on his chest, and fought loudly.
Fifty people against five hundred, although the disparity is huge, but it is only in terms of quantity, this kind of argument has been used before, but most of them are based on more wins and less, this is the norm.
After all, it is a very slim minority to win more with less, let alone the practice of such a melee as tonight, which is very elusive.
Jiang Han's Han sword was wielding, and after slashing and killing several black-clothed people, he gradually realized that these people were not such easy to deal with fast swordsmen.
Generally speaking, Jiang Han can achieve a good record of non-stop movements within the kung fu of two incense sticks, and the action output of his subordinates is continuous.
But from today's point of view, this idea seems to be more of a manifestation of overconfidence, although it is not arrogant, but it is a record of close combat with that Qianniuwei, and if you solve one by yourself, the internal force will also be lost.
If this continues, I am afraid that most of the original fantasy of one person fighting ten people will not be realized, but it is a team of fifty people moving left and right, and it is not false at all to fight the momentum of 500 people.
After Jiang Han slashed and killed five or six people, he also felt that his internal strength was unstable and his physical strength was exhausted, and he wanted to meet his teammates alone, surrounded by enemy chieftains, how to fight.
Now in addition to the confusion of the sword shadow and sword light, I am afraid that I can only come to work hard with the strength in my heart that does not admit defeat.
My brother once said that ten dozen and one is not a siege, but a provocation by that one person against these ten people.
But now the smell of gunpowder has been strong, these fifty Yuncang warriors seem to be unable to hold the realm, although the more they fight, the more courageous, but also to see the safety of the old emperor, after all, this is a guard war, not a real fight, but turned around and raised his eyes, it seems that he was more dazzled by the diffuse smell of gunsmoke, and gradually lost his strength.
The Shang Fang sword in the old emperor's hand did not stop at all, slashing towards the body of the crazy warriors who were black and pressing, blood splashed, screaming and flying, although the current skill is not the same as ten years ago, it has slowed down a lot, but it is still the strength of the internal force, as long as the heart is angry, the mouth is a throat, or to move out the many momentum, just to fight, not to win.