The garrison fortress in Huangwei Mountain was already devastated. The black dragon of Khitan's national destiny, which almost blended into the night, rushed towards Zhao Zhengli. Black flames billowed from its several-foot body. It was activating its source to prevent changes from happening.
Yeluhe and Daheluohan below also attacked and killed them simultaneously.
The speed of two people and one dragon was extremely fast, leaving an afterimage in the night sky.
Although Zhao Zhengli was prepared earlier, he felt inexplicably powerless at this moment and had no choice but to move back instinctively.
In this way, four phantoms moved out of the garrison fortress in an instant, and the towering stone wall shattered and collapsed like paper.
A ray of purple light suddenly appeared in the night sky in the south. It arrived almost in the blink of an eye, and then there was only the sound of a sword that shook the sky and the earth.
"puff!"
"Ouch~"
The purple light penetrated straight through the black dragon's head, and its several-foot-long body was rushed dozens of miles away by the powerful inertia. It fell heavily to the edge of the ten-mile restricted area, and the night sky resounded with the roar of the dragon.
The Khitan soldiers and Liu Dawei were so shocked by this scene that they forgot to fight. Looking from a distance, they saw a black dragon struggling on the border between the two countries, with a purple sword stuck in its huge head. The sky was filled with purple arrogance, and its contempt for everything made everyone present humble. Like ants.
Even the three powerful masters were no exception. They became weak for no reason under this pressure.
The sudden turn of events left the three of them unprepared. Yeluhe and Daheluohan immediately retreated to maintain what they thought was a safe distance, but they rolled and crawled uncontrollably, their movements awkward and panicked.
Zhao Zhengli also repeated the situation of withdrawing and retreating. The overwhelming pressure that resembled the might of God made him feel fear in his bones.
After everyone pulled away from each other, they looked at the restricted area bordering the two countries again. The black dragon blessed by the Khitan national destiny slowly turned into black mist and dissipated, leaving only the bamboo sword glowing with purple energy.
At the same time, the Khitan land in the north trembled slightly, and the wailing of dragons could be vaguely heard underground.
In the Khitan camp where the two armies were facing each other, the great national advisor Yelu Xiao was pacing back and forth in his tent. When he heard the wail of his country's luck dragon in the rear and the fleeting sight of Zi Mang, he seemed to have expected the outcome.
The old man with a goatee and white beard and silver hair was lost in thought for the first time. After a long time, he murmured: "Is it true that there are land gods in Qingguo?"
Then he felt something was wrong again, and frowned a little more tightly. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes: "Using God to nourish the sword?"
His eyebrows gradually widened, and he looked toward the southeast of Qingguo in the moonlight and said to himself: "You must have been preparing for this sword for fifty or sixty years, right? Qingcheng Taoist Feng Zifeng!"
Unexpectedly, a faint voice responded from the distance: "It's not about preparation, it just happened to happen!"
The sudden voice really startled the great master, and Nanzhe said in shock: "You... have you really taken that step?"
A humble tone came from the air again: "It's easier said than done. I can only say that I barely touched the threshold!"
Yelu Xiao's tall and thin body almost staggered. This was obviously showing off naked. You must know that this threshold is the goal that many great masters pursue throughout their lives! Including him, the other person said "I could barely touch it!", and for a moment he was speechless.
Another instruction that sounded like an elder came from the night sky: "As the old saying goes, old bones like us should honestly seek immortality and ask questions, instead of chasing fame and fortune in the secular world with those younger people! There are so many lusts in the world, It’s all in vain in the end!”
Yelu Xiao did not respond. He stared at the bright night sky, and the voice lingered in his ears. It was not that he listened to the "persuasion" of the Qingcheng Taoist, but that he seemed to see that the Khitan army was getting more and more difficult as it marched southward. .
Grand Master Yelvxiao was temporarily distracted, turned his head and returned to the camp with a heavy sigh.
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The purple sword on the border between the two countries in Huangwei Mountain is slowly losing its purple color, until it becomes completely ordinary. It is a bamboo sword polished by purple bamboo.
Zhao Zhengli, who was in ragged clothes, had slightly dazed eyes. He was familiar with this sword. It was the Purple Bamboo Sword carried by his senior brother, and a warmth suddenly arose in his heart.
Zhao Zhengli turned his head and looked at Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan not far away. He was relieved that the luck dragon had been killed. Then he bowed his head in the direction of Qingcheng Mountain, picked up the Purple Yang Sword with one hand and the other hand with the other hand. Wipe the residue between mouth and nose
Blood foamed, and his eyes became hard, like a beast ready to attack.
Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan exchanged glances briefly. Even if they recognized the terrifying strength that Zhao Zhengli had shown previously, they were both at the top of their game in the same realm. Now Zhao Zhengli was alone, and he was far less ignorant than Kelanshan. , it’s two against one again, the two of them have a better chance of winning than him.
As for his minions, the remaining Khitan soldiers alone can bring them down.
After thinking about this, the two powerful Khitan masters gradually became more motivated to fight.
Yeluhe waved his halberd, Dahe Luohan waved his spear, and the two took the initiative to attack on the left and right.
Zhao Zhengli allowed them to attack him from left to right, with a smile on his lips, as if he was crazy and proud.
Immediately afterwards, he responded, forming a seal with his left hand and wielding a sword with his right hand. The ragged clothes on his body danced wildly with his unkempt and broken hair. His true energy surged like a stormy sea, one wave higher than the next.
"Bang bang bang!"
The three of them collided in a flash of lightning, creating a big crater in the ground.
In the pit, Zhao Zhengli remained unmoved. With a crazy look on his face, he held the spear with his true energy in one hand and blocked the halberd with the purple sword in the other. Naturally, the two Khitan masters were on the other end of the two sharp weapons.
The two of them were not surprised and were ready for the second blow.
"Boom boom!"
Use your fingers as swords and transform your true energy into your palms.
Close combat requires skills and agility. Zhao Zhengli restrained his hands and was passive. Facing the fingers and palms coming from the left and right, he put his feet on the ground and took off like a frightened bird. He spun around in mid-air to avoid it, and then used his body to avoid it. After falling, two barb kicks from the left and right landed on the shoulders of the two men. At the critical moment, the two people instinctively raised their hands to block, but only heard two "bang bang" sounds, and the two fell back several meters away.
Zhao Zhengli, who had not yet landed, followed by spinning his body and pulling the purple sword, and swept out countless sword energy, radiating in all directions.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
The two people who retreated quickly used their true energy to avoid being injured by thousands of sword energy. This was the case, and the two of them also suffered sword wounds of varying depths.
All this happened in an instant, and Zhao Zhengli dragged his injured body to perform consecutive sword moves, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan naturally noticed this subtle change, and regardless of their sword wounds, they flew away again.
The garrison fortress transformed into a mountain full of energy, and the sound of fighting echoed in the night.
"Bang!"
Zhao Zhengli flew upside down several feet.
"Boom! Boom!"
Yeluhe and Daheluohan flew several meters away.
The three of them fought tirelessly over and over again. The billowing dust was mixed with true energy, sword light, and the sound of fists and feet hitting flesh, and the sound of sharp weapons hitting each other.
This is a hard battle between masters and strong men. Soldiers are also fighting hard in the distance. Dozens of people are besieging Liu Dawei. No matter how fierce he is, a mortal body will eventually get tired, exhausted, and despair.
His body was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he was fighting among the Khitan soldiers almost madly. With his devilish eyes, he glanced at the young Captain Zhao who was also fighting crazily with his peripheral vision. He retracted his gaze and finally locked onto Xu Liang in the distance. That former comrade-in-arms was the one who betrayed the Qing Kingdom. He was the one who leaked his whereabouts, leading to the fate of dozens of brothers. Now he and the Captain are in deep siege.
He was filled with hatred, anger, anger, and sadness arose in his heart. He held up the intercepted sharp weapon and rushed forward with a hysterical roar: "Xu Liang, you little guy, please die quickly!"
He felt the helplessness and despair of this battle, and vowed to use his last breath to kill the rebel Xu Liang.
How could Xu Liang's thin body compete with him? His roar alone was enough to scare him out of his wits. Fortunately, his friend had dozens of Khitan soldiers blocking his way.
The strong man Liu Dawei was once again surrounded. He fought unwillingly and roared crazily.
It's not that he is afraid of death, but that he has difficulty accepting the betrayal of his teammates.
"Bang~"
The red-eyed Zhao Zhengli slashed out a sword energy that was tens of feet long, and the night suddenly became like day. This was one of the few desperate battles he had fought since he came out of the rivers and lakes. It was the first battle with the First Imperial Master of Tubo on the way from Shu to the capital. He was not so crazy in the first battle, because the premise of that time was that he was poisoned by an old woman from Nanzhao Kingdom and sacrificed his life in exchange for it, but this time he was in peak condition.
Although he was injured by the Luck Dragon earlier, the root cause was not injured after all, which shows how dangerous this battle is.
Also surprised were Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan. You must know that they worked together to encircle and kill them. They even used subtle formations to display their strength perfectly. With a 50-50 split with Zhao Zhengli, it’s hard to imagine what it would be like to go it alone.
The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid. Such a person would definitely become a serious problem for the Khitans in the future, and even if they risked their lives, they would not be able to keep him alive.
This was their worst plan. However, they tried their best to gain no advantage. The two sides fought for half the night at a loss of between 50 and 50.
The skyline of Huangwei Mountain turned white, the garrison forts had long been razed to the ground, and the mottled mountain was full of devastation.
Fighting could be vaguely heard on the huge battlefield. Looking closely, it was the two powerful masters Zhao Zhengli and Khitan who had been fighting for half a night.
But without the monstrous energy of transformation from last night, and without the terrifying skills at the beginning, the three of them were naked and struggling in the mud, like gangsters in the streets and streets of the village, each move and move had no rules.
As for the Khitan soldiers, Liu Dawei and others, there was no trace at all. Upon closer inspection, they were scattered on the edge of the dust, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
The sky is getting whiter, the ground is brighter, and there is a white spot moving at the end of Huangwei Mountain.
A little closer, there was a young man in white robes riding a bad horse, riding against the bright red sun. From time to time, a head popped out from behind him to look around, muttering: "Brother Six Emperors, we killed dozens of Khitans along the way. Soldiers, why don’t you see their assistance? It stands to reason that the garrison and fortress are nearby? Why don’t you see the stone wall and stone fortress?”
The young man in white robe did not answer, because he was also confused, and his handsome face looked around with a frown.
When the two of them arrived five miles away from the garrison, they looked at the dilapidated mountain in front of them and the corpses on the ground. When they saw three unknown objects wriggling in the distance, they subconsciously became vigilant.
Looking closely, there were three people who blended in with the mud and dust. The young man in white robe got off his horse and took off a long spear to approach them cautiously.
Although the three clay figures struggling in the mud were exhausted, their master state was still the same. When they noticed someone approaching, they reflexively jumped away and looked at the person.
Four pairs of eyes looked at each other across the distance, with surprise and joy.
"Brother Zhao, is that you?"
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