The temperature dropped a lot at night and the snow was still falling.
Although it was leeward, the wind and snow were so strong that one could not help but feel a little uncomfortable. A few bowls of hot soup made one feel a little warmer.
The war horses huddled together to keep each other warm. Except for the warriors on night watch, everyone else got into the tents, snoring one after another.
The prince did not sleep. He always felt a little uneasy. He also lay down in the warm quilt of the beauties, but he could not fall asleep peacefully. He simply got up, got dressed and went out of the tent.
"Are you scared?"
A voice came from behind Yang Jingxuan.
The prince did not look back, the voice was too familiar, it was Zuo.
"It's not that I'm afraid. I just feel like I won't be safe tonight. They will definitely come again and will soon enter the northern border. They will definitely not want to let me go." Yang Jingxuan shook his head, his eyes swept over the surrounding mountains and thought deeply. .
"Don't worry, I will protect you." Zuo vowed.
"Haha, you'd better protect yourself." Yang Jingxuan turned around and punched Zuo with a smile.
"Boom" a thunderous sound exploded overhead.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Azuo pushed the prince in front of him aside. In a flash of silver light, a sharp arrow shot at a high speed was cut in half by him.
"Finally I couldn't help but attack me!" Yang Jingxuan said with narrowed eyes.
The sound of horse hooves sounded loudly in the distance, as if thousands of troops were charging towards them.
As the war drums beat, the well-trained warriors quickly rushed out of the tent and mounted their horses to get into formation.
"Southeast." Zhang Yan, the cavalry commander, shouted loudly and drew his sword to the front.
Thousands of cavalrymen quickly drew their bows and set arrows.
"shoot."
"Bang bang bang..." The sound of the bowstring instantly rang in my ears, and the bow and arrow turned into a black cloud and struck toward the southeast.
"Cum again..."
Second round…third round…fourth round…
"Charge with me..." Zhang Yan swung his sword again, bearing the brunt.
Thousands of cavalrymen followed closely behind them. The ground kept shaking as the horses' hooves stepped on them, and the snow on the mountains in the distance slid down.
"This is the elite division of my Yang family. Why should we be afraid of this?" The Crown Prince said happily as he looked at the majestic black armored cavalry.
"His Royal Highness, remember that you owe me another bottle of good wine." Zuo smiled and patted the Crown Prince on the shoulder.
Every time he saved the prince, he would make the prince owe him a jar of good wine. Now, if the prince cashes in, he should be able to fill a room.
"I know, I know, this is the 124th altar, I remember it all." Yang Jingxuan said angrily.
Soon, there were sounds of slashing and killing in the distance, and a smile appeared on Yang Jingxuan's face. As long as they faced each other, the Yang family's cavalry had never lost. Before, when they were rushing, the other party would only harass them from a distance. By the time the cavalry chased them, they were already there. He ran away without a trace, but it was different now. As long as there was a close confrontation, the Yang family's cavalry would definitely win.
"Okay, we already know the result. Let's go back. The weather is really cold." Yang Jingxuan shook off the snow on his body and walked towards the tent.
"Young Master, please accept your fate." Suddenly, there were shouts from all around the camp.
"Tune the tiger away from the mountain!" Yang Jingxuan was startled and looked quickly.
The originally white snow around the camp suddenly began to shake, and then people wearing white leather jackets climbed up from the snow. The knives in their hands gave off a cold glow in the moonlight.
"His Royal Highness, please step back and leave this place to me." Zuo held his sword in front of him, blocking the Crown Prince behind him.
"You still think I'm that ignorant playboy from Kyoto?" The prince smiled. His eyes were no longer frightened, but filled with murderous intent.
"That's right, then this time half of each person, the right side belongs to me." Zuo laughed, swung his sword, and rushed forward.
"Yingluo, bring your sword." The prince watched Ah Zuo step forward, and the blood in his body that had been calm for a long time suddenly boiled.
"Qiang..."
A sword cry sounded from the tent, and then cold light burst out of the tent and was caught in the hands of His Royal Highness.
"I have a sword hilt that no one in the world knows about."
"You are lucky enough to be born under this sword."
Cold light flashed, blood spattered, heads flew wherever His Highness passed, and hot blood made steaming blood pits on the snow.
"Hahaha..." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince laughed like a maniac, venting the grievances he had accumulated in his heart for many years.
………
On the leeward mountain of Beilong Mountain, on the edge of a cliff, an old man who looked like a scholar stood with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a young man with a strong body and a height of about ten feet.
"Master, when will we take action?" The young man asked in a naive voice, and his expression seemed a little worried.
"Xiaoyou, calm down. My teacher has told me many times not to be impatient when things happen. Xuan'er and Xiaozuo can handle it." The old man said in a deep voice with a hint of majesty.
"Yes, master." Ah You lowered his head and replied.
The old man is the master of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Azuo Ayou. I don’t know Ye. He is known as the ghost scholar in the world. When he gets older, some people call him the ghost scholar. He can write countless dead souls with one pen of the judge.
"The real master didn't take action again. That arrow just now must have been from an eighth-grade master or above. Xuan'er and Xiao Zuo are not his opponents yet. You can go meet him for a while." Ye Zhizhi said softly, but his eyes were Always keep your eyes on the distant southeastern mountain top.
"Yes, Master." Ah You replied with his fists clasped, a silly smile on his face.
………
"Your Majesty, do the kung fu of these people look familiar?" Zuo asked after killing the person in front of him with one sword.
"Hmph, it really is that little thief. He has such obvious internal skills, but he doesn't know how to adapt. He is either stupid, or he thinks that we will be defeated tonight." Yang Jingxuan replied coldly, and as soon as he finished speaking, there were two more words. A human head flew into the sky.
"Boom" there was another thunder, and a sharp arrow shot out with the force of thunder, its target was Yang Jingxuan.
"Your Majesty, be careful." Zuo shouted as a reminder. He was some distance away from Yang Jingxuan. At this time, he was surrounded by killers and there was no way to rescue him.
"Well done." Yang Jingxuan shouted coldly, turned his body, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sword light and enveloped himself.
With a crisp sound of "ding", Yang Jingxuan was shocked and stepped back. A powerful force was transmitted to his arm along with the sword. His entire right arm went numb instantly, and he could no longer exert any strength.
"This is much stronger than before, I can't withstand it." Putting the long sword in his left hand, Yang Jingxuan shouted.
At this time, he was approached by several killers. He was not good with the sword in his left hand and it was a bit difficult to deal with it.
"Your Highness, don't panic, this old slave is here." A figure flashed to Yang Jingxuan's side. With a wave of his hand, several killers vomited blood and flew out.
"Old Hong, there is a powerful character there." Yang Jingxuan raised his sword in his left hand to the top of the southeast mountain.
"One of the three deputy commanders of Ouchi, King Kun of Thunder Arrow, is an eighth-grade semi-master."
Originally, Lao Hong did not intend to take action. He knew that His Highness the Crown Prince needed to vent, and these killers who were quite powerful for ordinary people were just tools for venting in His Highness's eyes. However, the eighth-and-a-half-grade Ouchi deputy commander took action. It's different. At least the current Crown Prince is not his opponent.
"Boom boom boom boom..." There was a continuous sound of bowstrings on the top of the southeast mountain, and a figure stepped on an arrow and was in front of the prince in an instant as if he was strolling in a courtyard.
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