Cao Zhuqing, the god of Ningguo army!
A single name can be worth an army of 100,000.
He stood there with unparalleled power.
The aura at the peak of the Dao realm is filled with blood-red evil energy, rising into the sky.
In the sky, the wind and clouds are turbulent.
Outside the Black Mountain, Lin Jinglao was in tears, his cigarette stick trembling slightly.
"Lao Cao, Lao Cao, brothers are coming."
At this time, a ghostly voice sounded: "The Marshal's old department, the Shadow Military Academy Lieutenant, came to help and was ordered to wipe out the beast tide in Black Mountain."
Lin Jing turned around and looked.
In the forest, hundreds of people stood motionless.
They wore dark light armor, their faces were covered with Rakshasa masks, and they held a pair of large and small scythes. They all had the same equipment.
The leader's mask is different from the others.
The other person's mask covered the entire face, while his mask only covered the left half of his face.
"You are Zuo! Hahaha, you are here. Your brother Ayou must have gone to the marshal's side."
A Zuo nodded, "Yes, so we don't have much time left to clear out the beast tide in Black Mountain, so let's start as soon as possible."
Lin Jing was in a good mood after seeing his old brother, "Hahaha, you are still as dedicated to your mission as ever."
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In Qingye City, everyone in Xuanwen Sword Academy cannot move or move.
Mo Yingxue felt fear for the first time in her life.
Facing Cao Zhuqing's evil spirit, she couldn't control her heart at all.
In contrast, Lin Ming stood beside Cao Zhuqing, turning a blind eye to the overwhelming evil aura.
Make a decision!
Everyone compared the two of them.
Mo Yingxue, the next generation patriarch of the Mo family in Qingming Prefecture, the chief senior sister of Xuanwen Sword Academy, ninth on the Qilin Ranking, fighting in the Mysterious Body, and at the peak of the Body Forging Realm.
Lin Ming, the fallen genius of the Lin family in Qingming Province, was the chief scholar of Quanxuan Academy. His good reputation was not well-known, but his bad reputation spread thousands of miles.
However, after seeing him today, the rumors were not true.
Lin Ming had a close friendship with Cao Zhuqing, the military god of the Ning Kingdom, but Mo Yingxue was unable to match him for this alone.
Seeing how he showed no fear in the face of evil spirits, he must be a true gentleman with an open heart.
Where is Mo Yingxue? He didn't even dare to look at the old marshal twice.
Let's judge again!
Finally, look at his peers and friends——
Jian Wuxu, Ge Qinghuang, Zhao Wusheng, Xiao Chuyang... their cultivation levels may be high or low, but they are brave and moral. Which one of them is not a hero?
Where is Mo Yingxue? There is no close friend of the same generation, even those in Xuanwen Sword Academy, they have no ambition at all.
Why do we need to judge again for superiority and inferiority?
Who is the true pride of heaven?
Who is that dazzling sun in the sky?
There is no need for redundant words at all, everyone knows what is going on.
Mo Yingxue saw the eyes of the people around her, and she was quite familiar with that look - the eyes of passers-by looking at losers.
Why are all these eyes directed at me?
She was furious, pointed at Lin Ming, and shouted: "It's all you!"
At this moment, Mo Shanhuai waved his hand suddenly, and a stream of spiritual energy flew over, blocking Mo Yingxue's words.
Silence!
The situation was now extremely critical and he could not allow the situation to continue to develop.
Quietly crushed two jade slips.
One calls for the Mo family, and the other calls for the Xuanwen Sword Academy.
These are life-saving jade slips that can only be used in the most urgent situation.
The two jade slips released a faint shimmering barrier, and then two voices emerged one after another.
One came from the great elder of the Mo family, Mo Kuang.
"To save my face, please don't kill them all."
One came from the dean of Xuanwen Sword Academy, Monk Jian'a.
"Whoever kills me in the Sword Academy, I will definitely kill you regardless of the reason."
Mo Yingxue and Mo Shanhuai were in a low-light barrier, but the surrounding Xuanwen Sword Academy students were not there.
They could clearly feel Cao Zhuqing's overwhelming pressure.
At this time, three hundred people flew in from the sky. They were riding snow-white flying-winged horses, wearing white armor and white helmets. They had giant bows slung from their left shoulders to their right hips, and they held spears that looked like snow and silver.
There are three extremely long snow-white feathers stuck on the helmet of the leader.
"Why does the old marshal need to take action?" He laughed and shot an arrow from the sky.
The arrows are like wind and thunder, and explode when they hit the ground.
boom!
The shimmer barrier suddenly shattered. Mo Shanhuai recognized this person and couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. "How could it be him?"
Three hundred white horses flew over the long street, and everyone in Qingye City screamed in surprise.
"Flying Wing Cavalry! This is the Flying Wing Cavalry founded by the old marshal!!!"
"They patrol the borders of Ningguo and kill all the unjust people who plot to harm Ningguo like thunder. They are a sharp knife that our Ningguo hangs over the heads of the villains, and they are the guarantee for Ningguo to live and work in peace and contentment."
"When the old marshal comes out, how could they not come? Hahahaha, as it should be."
At this time, the leading white-armored knight dismounted and hurriedly came to Cao Zhuqing with a dozen soldiers.
He knelt down on one knee and hit his chest hard with his right fist, "General Chen Yehua, I respectfully welcome Commander Cao back to the court!"
Cao Zhuqing smiled and reached out to support him.
"Okay, I haven't seen you for many years. The little boy back then has grown up. I see you are no longer afraid of heights. Not bad, very good. Your cultivation level at the peak of Taihe Realm is also good. Maybe you can shoot Lao Xu."
Xu Aodong grinned, "Try another day."
"Don't dare, don't dare. No one can say that they can take Uncle Xu's third sword safely without entering the realm of saints." Chen Yehua shook his head quickly, and the three extremely long feathers on his head were swaying back and forth.
Really scared!
Chen Yehua didn't care about anything, and he still showed it in front of all his subordinates and everyone on the street.
This act shows respect—respect from the heart.
The corners of Mo Shanhuai's mouth twitched and he was about to speak.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and the whole long street trembled slightly.
It's not obvious at first, then gradually gets stronger.
Lin Ming stood sideways, looking left and right, towards the ends of both sides of the long street.
Cavalry, see the cavalry again!
Their military formation was solemn, and their iron horses were galloping without any disorder. Everyone wore heavy black and yellow armor, and heavy black iron helmets on their heads.
The weapons they carry vary from person to person, either with double halberds on their waists, a Qinglong Yanyue Sword on their backs, or a eight-foot-long spear in their hands.
These weapons have only one characteristic - they are heavy!
Those who can wield such weapons and fight on the battlefield are all brave men.
The mounts on their crotches are called Iron-Blooded Ghost Horses, which come from the "Ghost Plain" in the far west of Qingming Prefecture, on the border of Ning Kingdom.
The iron-blooded ghost horse has a strong body, wears hundreds of wrought iron armor, can travel three thousand miles a day, and has a high-pitched neighing sound that can scare away tigers and wolves.
Ordinary people cannot ride it, only warriors with extraordinary physical strength and courage can conquer it.
The man is a fierce man, and the horse is as good as dust. Therefore, the army is called Shenwu!
It was also founded by Cao Zhuqing.
In the past thirty years, the Shenwu Army has never lost a single enemy.
The Ning State was able to maintain its national strength under the attack of the Jing State and the Bian State, and the Shenwu Army was indispensable.
Two teams of heavy cavalry came from the end of the long street, and the conscripts lined up and stood in solemn silence.
These one hundred and twenty brave warriors raised their soldiers high and roared: "Welcome Commander Cao back to the capital!"
All the ferocious ghosts and horses under the seats roared: "Hey!!!"
The sound was uniform, turning into a substantial hammer hitting the second layer of shimmering barrier.
boom! ! !
Mo Shanhuai's face turned pale and he turned to look at Mo Yingxue, "I'm afraid you and I have lost everything in this round."
