Let's say that after Ma Yuanyi used his superior skills to sneak out of Luoyang City under curfew, he urgently summoned three thousand Yellow Turban warriors hiding in a village outside the city.
He was covered in fine iron armor, rode a green-maned horse, and held a four-finger black-tasseled iron spear in his hand.
The three thousand yellow turban warriors are all strong men with strong bodies and vigorous looks. They are all wearing half-body armor and a yellow turban on their heads. They hold a round shield in their left hand and a long sword in their right hand. They follow Ma Yuanyi's horse on foot. They stride like flying and no one is left behind. .
Not long after, a group of people and horses had arrived at the foot of Beimang Mountain, and when they were about to head up the mountain again, there was a sudden roar from ahead that shook the forest and made the earth, stone, trees and leaves rustle.
Ma Yuanyi's face changed color slightly, and he hurriedly raised his iron gun and ordered him to stop and be on guard.
Three thousand yellow turban warriors ordered them to follow, and suddenly stopped and formed a formation at the foot of the mountain.
Ma Yuanyi raised his head and looked up the mountain. The moonlight was bright tonight, and he could see three horses galloping down the hillside from a distance.
Among them was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy dressed as a Taoist boy. Riding on his crotch was a huge tiger with black stripes on a white background. There was a bright silver dragon stick across the saddle bridge.
The boy on the right is fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing plain clothes and white robes, riding a very splendid white dragon horse, holding a gentian silver spear in his hand, and wearing a three-foot long sword with a white shark skin sheath on his waist. .
The boy on the left is also about twelve or thirteen years old, with a sickly face, riding a Hualiu colt, holding a phoenix-billed knife in his hand, with a bow bent on his back and an arrow pot hanging on his waist.
The visitors are Liu Bian, Zhao Yun and Huang Xu.
The tiger Liu Bian rides in the center is the cub of the tigress that nursed him. Hu Long had long intended to use it as a mount for his adopted son, so he had been carefully cultivating it for many years. Now it has begun to take shape, and it is somewhat magical.
Zhao Yun and Huang Xu's mounts were obtained by Liu Bian from his mother, Queen He, when she came to visit last year. They were extremely popular, and they had been with the tiger for many years, so they didn't know how to get along with them. Frightened.
Ma Yuanyi's mount was a different scene. The previous tiger's roar had frightened it greatly. Now when he saw the tiger coming with its teeth and claws raised, he felt the aura and power that could frighten all beasts. The legs trembled and the mouth screamed.
"Who is coming?"
Ma Yuanyi had an ugly look on his face. While shouting questions, he released his energy to protect the horse and resist the power of the tiger.
The third child arrived at the foot of the mountain and stopped a hundred steps away from the people on the opposite side.
Liu Bian sneered and said: "Looking at your attire, you must be from Taiping Road. I am the Han prince Liu Bian you are planning to plot!"
He had been taught by Hu Long's words and deeds for more than ten years. In addition to martial arts, he also had extraordinary knowledge and intelligence. Since he knew that his return to the Han Dynasty could not be changed, he had to create some momentum and return in glory.
Ma Yuanyi's heart sank. Not only did the other party know about this, but he also took the initiative to attack, so he must have some support.
However, the current situation is such that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Even if there is no confidence that it can be captured before, there is no reason to retreat temporarily.
What's more, he didn't believe that he, who had received the true inheritance from the great virtuous master, and the three thousand yellow scarf warriors who had been trained by the great virtuous master in immortal magic, could do nothing to the three young boys in front of him.
Thinking of this, Ma Yuanyi raised his iron gun again and shouted loudly: "The sky is dead, Huang Tian is standing!"
The three thousand yellow turban warriors responded in unison, tapping their long swords on their round shields in unison and shouted: "If you are born in Jiazi, the world will be blessed!"
Ma Yuanyi pointed his iron gun far ahead: "Kill!"
Amidst the shouts, the man and horse galloped out as one.
Three thousand yellow turban warriors hurriedly followed behind.
The energy and blood in their bodies surged, and the evil energy rose from their heads, forming a faint shadow of a continuous mountain in the sky above.
The richness of the vitality of heaven and earth and the perfection of the laws of heaven and earth in this world are far beyond all the worlds that Hu Yuan has experienced before. Therefore, extraordinary powers besides martial arts and Taoism have evolved. The art of military formations is the most widely used among them. A broad one.
At this moment, Ma Yuanyi followed the method taught by the great sage Zhang Jiao, using himself as the hub to condense the evil energy of the three thousand yellow scarf warriors into one body, transforming it into the shape of a mountain, which really contained the power to suppress and crush everything. Mighty and mighty.
Seeing this, Liu Bian sneered, took out a fist-sized yellow gourd from his arms, opened the lid and tipped it down. Immediately, a round, golden bean bone rolled to the ground.
There were 1,080 beans in total. After falling to the ground, they grew in the wind, and instantly transformed into 1,080 warriors two feet tall, wearing thick golden armor.
These golden-armored warriors drew out the heavy swords about eight feet long and as wide as a human body, with densely jagged edges and jagged edges, thrust diagonally from their backs, and formed a formation behind the three little ones in five lines and eight trigrams.
Golden talismans appeared on the surface of their golden armor, and a layer of hazy golden light shrouded their bodies. The golden light rose upwards and turned into a golden cloud in the void.
These golden-armored warriors are the Taoist guardian soldiers "Huangtian Camel Dragon Soldier" refined by Hu Yuan using the "Emperor-eating Camel Dragon" captured from Pu Feng. He also used the Tao of Talisman to connect each other's Qi to evolve the formation. It has the same effect as the art of military formation.
Liu Bian, who was in the formation, urged the tiger to step forward, took the bright silver Panlong stick from Anqiao in his hand, and laughed loudly: "Brother, third brother, please help me defeat this bandit!"
Zhao Yun and Huang Xu wielded swords and guns at the same time, and they also laughed heartily and responded in unison: "Brothers are of the same mind, their sharpness can cut through metal, kill!"
Three small figures in the shape of "pin" came out together, and one thousand and eighty yellow camel dragon soldiers followed closely behind them with their long legs like copper pillars.
The distance of more than a hundred steps between the two sides suddenly disappeared.
At the moment when the two armies collided, a high-pitched dragon roar suddenly came out from the golden clouds above Liu Bian's side.
Liu Bian's eyes were shining brightly, and he clamped his legs hard and sat down on the tiger's ribs.
The tiger raised its head and roared as if in response to the dragon's roar, and its huge body rose into the air.
Liu Bian held the stick in both hands and raised it above his head as if he were raising fire to the sky.
In response to his shout, a five-clawed golden dragon flew out of the golden cloud, rolled up the stick, and merged with the golden dragon on the stick.
Then the golden light on the bright silver dragon stick became brighter, and a phantom of a giant pillar that was a hundred feet long and as thick as a water tank appeared.
"Thousands of armies are defeated!"
Liu Bian shouted violently, and with the force of wind and thunder, the stick crashed down with a huge force.
The shadow of a hundred-foot stick first smashed the phantom of the mountain above the enemy, and then crushed Ma Yuanyi on the opposite side and the more than three hundred yellow scarf warriors behind him into a pulp. Finally, the ground was violently undulated like waves and a hundred-foot-long strip was smashed out. of extremely deep ravines.
After he sat down and the tiger's four paws fell to the ground, Liu Bian, who looked a little pale, put the dragon stick behind his back. After secretly adjusting his breath a few times, he exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest.
Although he had a solid foundation and profound cultivation under the guidance of Hu Yuan, the mighty power of heaven and earth attracted by the formation of one thousand and eighty "Yellow Heavenly Camel Dragon Soldiers" with one blow turned into the almost reached level just now. A blow from the Golden Core Earth Immortal level also consumed seven or eighty-eight points of one's cultivation.
"kill!"
Just when the yellow scarf warriors were stunned by Liu Bian's blow, Zhao Yun and Huang Xu rushed out from Liu Bian's left and right sides.
Zhao Yunwu's silver gun transformed into a brilliant rain of light that was as bright as a tree and silver flowers. The gorgeous but extremely dangerous tiny light points scattered freely. Each light point condensed a condensed and sharp gun aura that was as solid as a substance. In an instant, hundreds of people in front of it were shot. The rest of the Yellow Turban warriors were drowned.
When the light and rain dissipated, the more than a hundred yellow turban warriors, without exception, had their throats spattered with blood, and fell down row by row like cut wheat.
Huang Xu, on the other hand, moved his sword like the wind, and the phoenix-mouthed broadsword slashed nine times through the air in an instant.
Nine crescent-shaped translucent swords that were about ten feet wide were arranged in a fan-like shape, slashing horizontally towards the yellow scarf warriors in front, forcibly cutting out nine flesh-and-blood alleys paved with broken limbs in the dense battle formation.
Then the three little ones no longer had the chance to take action.
One thousand and eighty "Yellow Heavenly Camel Dragon Soldiers" silently waved their eight-foot giant swords and slammed into the yellow scarf warriors who had completely lost their fighting spirit. They smashed through rotten wood and rotten soil, and in the blink of an eye they destroyed the scattered enemy formations. Kill each other and pass through each other, then roll back and cross again.
When they returned to Liu Bian and re-arranged, only a few dozen of them had a few knife marks on their golden armor and needed some repairs. The rest were stained with the enemy's plasma and minced meat and only needed to be cleaned. .
Although he achieved a complete victory in his first try, there was not much joy on Liu Bian's face.
He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Luoyang, his face becoming more and more solemn.
Not long after, smoke and dust billowed from the sky, and the sound of people shouting and horses neighing was loud. The momentum was far greater than the previous three thousand yellow scarf warriors, and it was feared that there were tens of thousands of horses.
Liu Bian could clearly hear the cry that came with the wind: "Save the prince, kill the Yellow Turban!"
