At the same time that Yi Yishu killed a section of willow, the square formation in the middle of Beimang was cut in half by two people wearing white and red robes. Luoyang and Xu Ying echoed from left to right, and the number of infantry behind them each time did not exceed 300. .
The one-armed sword-eating ancestor stood behind the two female masters. Within a radius of twenty feet, sword energy flowed like a rainbow, and the intruders were killed on the spot as if they had fallen into a trap.
Not only that, Sui Xiegu, with fluttering white clothes and snowy eyebrows, twirled his long eyebrows with two fingers and said silently: "Get into battle."
The nearly five thousand broken swords that fell into the Beimang army because Xu Fengnian was using the sword rose into the air, and landed next to Sui Xiegu one after another.
There were more than a thousand swords in a row, five rows in total, neatly arrayed, inserted into the open space in front of the sword-eating ancestor.
Use the sword array against the military array.
Sui Xiegu closed his eyes, smiled and murmured to himself: "The mainstay, the center of the river rises, the rolling floods, the vastness of Changchun."
Sui Xiegu suddenly took a deep breath, and nearly two thousand broken flying swords fell one after another behind the old man. However, these long swords did not penetrate into the ground, but hung in the air, like a sword formation and a crossbow formation.
Finally, Sui Xiegu took a deep breath again.
Suddenly, the tall and burly old man's body bloomed with brilliant white light in all directions.
Sui Xiegu, who had eaten countless famous swords in the world, dispersed the sword energy accumulated for hundreds of years into two large formations. Each flying sword was instilled with a wisp of sharp sword energy. In an instant, he felt like a psychic rhinoceros, as if he had gained spirituality. Whether it was a foot formation with upright swords or a crossbow formation with horizontal swords, the two formations had nearly five thousand swords, all of which were trembling and wailing at the same time.
The old man murmured in a low voice: "Li Chungang, you broke two thousand six pieces of armor in Guangling River with one sword. I, Sui Xiegu, don't want to lose to you..."
The old man who once exchanged arms with Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Li Chungang passed away with a smile on his face.
The two sword formations were completed in one go.
A hundred years of energy, all vomited out in three mouthfuls.
Sui Xiegu, as the first grandmaster to die on the battlefield, was just the beginning.
Nanzhao Wei Miao fought against the Beimang cavalry alone.
The punches rise and fall hard, as powerful as a collapsed bow, and as powerful as thunder.
Beimang's cavalrymen and their horses weighing several hundred kilograms were smashed and flattened by Wei Miao's fists, and their blood gathered into small streams.
Wei Miao became a fanatic in practicing boxing. He never slacked off for a moment because of his outstanding talent. He learned this style since he was young. He worked hard every day, going into mountains to destroy giant trees, entering water to pound rivers. He has already punched a million times, with power as strong as hair!
One punch was like breaking a big bell, making a loud noise.
Hundreds of cavalrymen were instantly swallowed up by their fists and died on the spot.
This Nanzhao martial arts master who was supposed to shine in the arena of the Central Plains fought alone against thousands of Beimang cavalry on the battlefield outside Jubei City.
Rivers of blood flowed all around, and corpses littered the fields. At least more than 1,500 cavalrymen died under his iron fists.
Since the fierce battle, Wei Miao has reached the point where the oil has run out and the lamp has dried up, but he still has no intention of retreating.
"Drink!" Wei Miao's last punch was also the last punch in his life.
The ultimate punch of this boxing master.
Hundreds of cavalrymen died under this punch.
The remaining strength of the fist was not lost. After drilling through the Beimang cavalry formation, it was still able to travel hundreds of feet and force itself in front of Beimang's army.
Countless Beimang soldiers were so frightened by the powerful fist that they dropped their weapons, turned around and fled.
Wei Miao stood proudly and glanced at the broken cavalry formation. He raised his gaze slightly and looked at the Jubei City. He was destined not to see that graceful figure.
Wei Miao's eyes were gradually drawn to the lake of blood flowing out of his eyes.
Wei Miao, the master of Nanzhao, suffered all the tendons and veins in his body, but he died without falling.
Since there is Wei Miao in boxing in the world, how can I, Wei Miao, stop boxing in fear of death?
There is no such truth.
She was watching.
After Wei Miao's heroic death in battle, Wu Emperor Cheng Yu's bridegroom held the famous sword and supported Qi, and directly attacked the thousand Beimang Jingqi who came for reinforcements.
When the sword fell, it was completely different from the previous dragonfly that just stopped killing people with just a touch of water. It was majestic and glorious, and the sword energy was so strong that it covered the sky and the sun.
Wang Xianzhi, who never wanted to praise anyone, once said with a smile to the little girl in green robe in private that there were tens of thousands of warriors in the East China Sea, but the groom was the only one who stood out!
This shows that Wang Xianzhi has high expectations for the groom.
Dozens of Beimang's elite cavalry were killed by sword energy, but it was still a drop in the bucket for the huge number of Beimang's cavalry.
Often the front army has just died, and the rear army arrives again, and the front troops follow after another.
There are also countless dead soldiers of Zhu Jun and Beimang masters mixed in, ready to launch a desperate attack at any time.
The reason why the eighteen masters of the Central Plains fought to the death was to kill and injure the Beimang infantry as much as possible.
Beimang and Beiting mostly relied on cavalry and were not good at attacking cities. They mostly relied on infantry and craftsmen from the Southern Dynasties.
After the First Liang-Mang War, Northern Liang captured Xijing, the capital of the Southern Dynasties in Beimang, and Beimang's millions of troops were wiped out.
The infantry of the Southern Dynasties suffered heavy losses.
In only one year, Beimang gathered the remaining soldiers and trained with all their strength.
They even did not hesitate to let the Beimang cavalry dismount and force them to fight on foot.
But Xu Fengnian's strength was beyond imagination, like a god descending to earth, almost annihilating all the Beimang infantry by one person, and it had even seriously affected Beimang's strategy for the Southern Dynasties in the future.
The infantry of the Southern Dynasty, which had accumulated wealth for twenty years, had been completely defeated.
Now to attack the city, the Beimang grassland cavalry had to dismount and fight.
In this way, casualties will only increase.
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In the hinterland of Beimang, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has already arrived fifty steps away from Dagu
The Xuanjueliu Gong body in the body is running at full speed, and the energy flow is like a river.
The closer they got, the crazier the cowardly Xue troops and elite cavalry around Prince Beimang became, but they still couldn't get close to the one foot in front of the purple-clad figure.
Every time Ziyi takes a step in Daxueping, countless lives are lost.
He Lian Wuwei, the governor of Xihe Prefecture in Beimang, Wang Yong, the governor of Baoping Prefecture, and the Crown Princess have all come to Yelu Hongcai's side, as if facing a formidable enemy, to ensure that His Highness the Crown Prince will not be beaten upright and openly by that crazy woman. Beheaded under the banner.
No matter what attitude His Majesty the Emperor holds towards the life and death of his son, he cannot let the coach die under the protection of the army.
It was a major blow to morale alone.
Although Helian Wuwei is not known as a martial arts master, he has always been known for his strict military management.
There are rumors that Wang Yong has never killed an enemy in the arena or in battle, but judging from the fact that these two cavalry are on the left and right of the Beimang Prince, they must be very powerful.
The princess who was named Han Gu in Chess and Sword Yue Mansion was rumored to be one of the few masters in the sect, second only to Hong Jingyan, Huang Baozhuang, the Tongren Master, and Huang Qing in swordsmanship.
Faced with this lineup, Xuanyuan Qingfeng showed no intention of retreating.
Yelu Hongcai, the prince of Beimang, looked at the purple-clothed woman who was approaching and surrounded by blood flowers, and said with a sinister smile: "The king has the order, remember to save her life."
If he can't control Xu Fengnian, can he also control a prostitute like you?
He has made up his mind to use her to win over a group of grassland dignitaries with unique habits.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng glanced coldly at Prince Beimang, who was riding on a big horse and wearing golden armor.
She had already transcended the realm of ordinary terrestrial gods, and her ears were extraordinary, and she could clearly hear what Yelu Hongcai just said.
With a sarcastic smile on his lips, this Prince of Beimang was supposed to be more noble than the young King of Beiliang, but he was such a lowly person.
Thanks for the reward from Li Meng, the God of Death.
