The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 564
Xie Fenghe represents the doubts of the entire military. His strength naturally represents a level beyond the seven levels of the same rank. However, at this time this practitioner who has a sword in the army behind him may represent the military’s Fenghe is not at ease, whether it is from momentum, confidence, or the true power of this sword, it is by no means weaker than Xifenghe’s attack.
This is a real volcanic eruption, which may not be so.
However, feeling the fierce and overbearing swordsmanship, many years ago, I relied on a clever knife to clean up all the horse thieves in the Wulan Mountain area. He raised his eyebrows, but he had no worries at all, but he was inexplicably excited.
The scorching air wave came before the real sword, blowing up the long hair of this cold practitioner.
His white face and the edges of his hair were all plated in red, and in the next moment, his entire body burned as if it were real, icy, and turned into an unimaginable flame!
The sword intention coming from the front was like a volcanic burst, but his sword intention came back, but it completely overwhelmed the former, and the shock between heaven and earth was like a huge oven standing up out of thin air.
Compared with this huge oven, the swordsmanship bursting out like a volcano is like a flame flowing towards the oven at most.
Everyone on Tang Yi's side is clearly aware that this long-haired man's sword will be such a result. There are some admiring expressions in his eyes, but Xifenghe and Qianqi behind him are all eclipsed!
"Zhao Jianlu!"
The previously overbearing voice became an incredulous exclamation.
At the moment when the exclamation sounded, the two swords had already met.
With a loud bang, the violent wind that blasted the volume suddenly turned into a real crimson fire.
Flames like red chains sprayed out dozens of feet on both sides. When it began to disappear slowly, the cavalry who was still in violent shock found that the long-haired cultivator did not know when he had stood in Tang. In front of others, he still keeps the gesture of waving his sword forward.
There was a crimson long sword in his hand that was full of real flames. The system was ordinary, but there was a roaring blast in the raging flames.
His sword seemed to be lifted up from the ground, the tip of the sword cut across the ground, and a scar on the ground was completely melted by horrible heat and turned into a magma zone.Magma was dripping from his blade.
On the sword of the crimson long sword, the curving runes run like magma flowing. The first feeling captured by anyone's eyes is that the sword seems to be melting, and it must be split with these runes.However, in the next moment, this sword's heavy mountain-like atmosphere made anyone feel as if it had been perfected and extremely stable.
The black hair of this long-haired man turned completely red in the crimson sword light now, exuding some kind of touching charm.
His calm and cold eyes are now crimson, shining with a desperate light.
Under the world, only Zhao Jianlu has such a sword, such a sword intention, and such a practitioner.
In Qianqi, the armor of the sword-cultivator was broken. Although he stood arrogantly, his feet plowed a deep gully on the ground.
The sword in his hand is also crimson, and the flame-like runes are pure golden yellow, but at this time the sword in his hand is constantly shaking, and some of the sword blades have appeared due to burning. Black traces.
Was shocked by a sword, but the powerful practitioner in this army had no anger in his eyes, only deep shock and incomprehensible.
"Why are you from Zhao Jianlu?"
Some people who didn't make the shot were as shocked as he was, and someone couldn't help but yell out.
"My master respected many apprentices, and Zhao Jianlu was not only Zhao Yi Zhao Si." The long-haired man slowly closed his hand. As the breath of his original name returned, the sword disappeared into his hands, but he The kind of breath that naturally flowed out of the body was still palpable.
Xifenghe took a deep breath and looked at the long-haired man with a complex expression: "Why would you follow him all the time?"
He naturally refers to Tang Mei.
This is indeed not a boring question.
Every disciple of Zhao Jianlu is a real Xiaoxiong, and for many years, even those who have already died in battle, have left many amazing stories.Especially today, after Zhao Jianlu’s seventh apprentice, Zhao Zhan, was killed by Ye Celen in Changling, in the subconscious of most practitioners in the world, only Zhao Yi and Zhao Si were left.
How could Zhao Jianlu's giant owl be reconciled to retreat with a general of the great Chu dynasty who retreated from the mountains?
In particular, even when Tang Mei retreated, he did not stand at a very high position in the Da Chu Dynasty. At that time, his status in the army of the Da Chu Dynasty was probably not as good as the current Xifeng River.
"My Master let me practice forbearance. My Master very much agrees with General Tang's way of using troops, so he let me follow him."
The face of the long-haired man is still very cold, but the scarlet light of the eyes of the pupils has not faded, giving a strange and powerful feeling.
He said these two words, then glanced at Xifenghe and the cavalry behind him, and said, "Is there any problem?"
"There will be no more problems." Xi Fenghe replied seriously, and then said nothing, Zema turned around.
No one will have problems anymore.
Because no one would think that he could be higher than the master of Zhao Jianlu.
Even now, most practitioners believe that the master of Zhao Jianlu was even stronger than Wang Jingmeng at that time.
The same is true of Zhao Jianlu's practitioners.
The practitioners of Zhao Jianlu thought that Wang Jingmeng owed their master a fair duel.
If a legendary practitioner like Zhuo Dao followed Tang Mei only by accident, then another Zhao Jianlu practitioner is no accident.
More importantly, the other riders in Tang Mei's body did not look weak.
At least the four princes of the unified army in Daqin alone, there may not be so many powerful practitioners around them.
Qianqi held Tang Mei and others in the end, and began to march silently and quickly.
When the night came, the army did not stop, but just changed a prepared horse in a river valley and continued to move at full speed.
In the wilderness at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.
There is also a cavalry running.
Howling wolf.
A general led by the head looked up at the moon, a feeling of hunger instantly occupied his body and mind, it seemed that the original dense stomach was evacuated at this moment, a burst of emptiness and the terrible feeling of urgent need for food began to flood his consciousness.
This general has only begun to react. It has been a long time since the last round of rest and dinner. His subordinates need more food than themselves.
He was silent for a moment, knowing that his eagerness to rush to the north was wrong.
He gave orders to rest in place and cook in a pot.
When piles of bonfires ignited, he made a decision to get all the sergeants to remove the glittering armor on themselves and the weight-bearing beasts, and bury them deep in place to fill in all traces.
Few people would question his order, but his order suddenly suppressed the atmosphere of the temporary camp to the extreme.
A general’s very loud questioning sounded immediately. This is the tradition of this army and the experience of this army. Anything that shakes the mind and will of the army must be resolved in a very public way.
"General, we all know that you are eager to rush back to the battlefield in the North, but I am worried that you are too eager to have emotional problems. Jinyan Heavy Armor has always been our strongest weapon, and we have already been used to it. This is the battle method of the Golden Flame armor battle. Our habit of subconsciousness in the battle has been based on the fact that the armor is difficult to be punctured and can withstand the strong energy. The rush to the rampage. If the armor is removed... we will still have this Brave, are we still the Golden Army?"
This is Jin Gejun.
The general led by him is naturally the most powerful general Xiang Xiang who guarded the territory at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.
"I know that my previous emotions have some problems. In view of the comparison of the military strength of the two sides, from any aspect... I am afraid that our Jin Gejun is the key to winning or losing."
Xiang Yan bathed in the moonlight and slowly walked through the campfire. His gaze swept every sergeant who was watching him. His voice was not loud, but he was extremely stable and clear: "According to the speed of the march, even us At this moment, the Golden Flame armor was buried in light, and when it reached the northern border as soon as possible, this war has reached at least the middle and late stages. So in a sense, the arrival of our Jinge Army has not been able to kill the greatest extent. How many Qin troops died, but to give confidence to all the troops in the north. We only need... I am afraid that we will only have one or two crucial victories."
"Our Jin Gejun, the key is to be able to arrive at a critical moment, rather than in a perfect state and combat strength."
"As for the armor that you are accustomed to, you can rely on rampage. There is still a long time from our place to the northern border. You can slowly change and get used to it on the way... If there is no way to fight, then use our flesh and blood as armor to win the battle."
Xiang Yan's last few words seem to be very helpless, but such helpless words contain his own courage to lay down his life and forget his death. When his last sentence has not been finished, the entire temporary camp has already sounded Countless roars and growls.
The golden armor was removed, and it gradually became cold without the body temperature, but the blood was boiling, and the fire was burning like a bonfire.