Nangong Pushe looked at Yu Liancheng with a pair of peach blossom eyes, with a hint of surprise.
Is this guy really not leaving?
A little too arrogant and frivolous.
This is Guangling, a territory that the feudal king Zhao Yi has worked hard for 20 years.
Among the so-called seven vassal kings both inside and outside the court, King Guangling had the strength to compete with the other three.
In addition to the majestic navy, Guangling also has a considerable number of elite cavalry, among which the 8,000 personal guards on the back are the elite among the elite. Swift as flying arrows, fighting as thunder and lightning. The cavalry commander Lu Shengxiang had outstanding military exploits and was as famous as the five adopted sons of Northern Liang King Xu Xiao except Chen Zhibao.
The former general Gu Jiantang dismantled the old army, and except for his direct descendants who joined the main army, all the combat power fell into the hands of King Guangling and King Yanchi in turn, increasing their strength.
Boom! !
There was a sound of the ground shaking.
The common people and dignitaries who were watching the tide ran away for their lives, leaving a mess behind. There are some lively things that you cannot watch, and you will pay the price with your life if you watch them.
Nangong Pushe raised his eyes and saw a line of black tide coming from the land. It was the distinctive black horse and dark armor of the leading army.
From a distance, the momentum is like rolling thunder, not inferior to Guangling's first wave. There is no doubt that no matter how masters stand in front of these knights, they will be crushed to pieces in an instant.
Nangong Pushe looked at Yu Liancheng again, seeing the calm and composed look on the other side's face, and secretly guessing what kind of trump cards the other side had.
"Young Master Nangong, don't look at me like that. Your look is very misleading. I don't like masculinity."
Yu Liancheng turned around and smiled, which was particularly warm and gentle under the sunlight: "But you are so handsome, you are almost catching up with me. If you are really a beautiful woman, I will pursue you no matter what."
Nangong Pushe smiled and said: "I also give you this sentence. With your appearance, if you are a little lady, I might also like you."
Yu Liancheng immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sister, Young Master Nangong likes you."
Nangong Pushe's peach blossom eyes widened: "What did you say?"
"My sister and I look so similar, you clearly have a special affection for her." Yu Liancheng touched his chin, with a malicious smile on his lips: "My fair lady, a gentleman is very kind. I think you are pretty good. It’s pleasing to the eye, I agree to your marriage.”
"Fart." Murong Wuzhu had already rushed over, his eyebrows were raised, and he went to twist Yu Liancheng's ears with his bare hands: "I don't need you, a little brat, to decide my marriage. Besides, I don't like such a sissy."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Yu Liancheng dodged Murong Wuzhu's jade hands left and right, and quickly begged for mercy.
"Sissy..." Nangong Pushe's mouth twitched. He was a sissy, and that boy was no better.
"Stop making trouble, let's think about how to deal with those thousands of cavalry." Peach Blossom Sword God smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He was not surprised that Yu Liancheng could kill three hundred knights at will.
But there are three thousand cavalry in front of us.
The most famous person in the world who used personal force to compete with an army was of course the Sword Emperor of Xishu. He killed more than a thousand cavalry by one person and was trampled into a pulp in the end.
Then there are the Wu Family’s Nine Swords.
The nine withered swords from the Wu Family Sword Tomb defeated ten thousand cavalry.
It is said that two hundred years ago, nine Wu family swordsmen went to Beimang with nine horses and nine swords to save one person. The nine most accomplished swordsmen left the tomb together.
Nine people fought hard to kill ten thousand of Beimang's most elite ghost-carrying heavy armors, but most of the nine people were killed or injured, and only three of them finally returned to the Wu family. As a result, the vitality of Jianzhong was severely damaged. In the past two hundred years, it has been unable to recover and is no longer as prosperous as it was in the past.
The Nine Swordsmen of the Wu family can rely on each other and take advantage of each other, and are extremely familiar with each other, which is why they have achieved such a record.
What's more, even if Deng Tai Aken and Yu Liancheng team up to kill these three thousand cavalry, King Guangling will still have five thousand cavalry and tens of thousands of elite naval troops.
Yu Liancheng glanced at the 3,000-backed Kuai army, waved his robe sleeves, and said calmly: "The Wu family's nine swords can defeat ten thousand cavalry, which is the pinnacle of warriors in this world. Today I will let the world know that warriors are not unable to compete with thousands of armies, but they are just They're just not strong enough."
"But before that..." Yu Liancheng glanced at the fat pig prince lying on the ground, grinned a cold smile, raised his finger, and activated the sword energy.
A scream was heard, and Zhao Bi's wound was bleeding again. The fat prince jumped up immediately. It turned out that he was just pretending to be faint.
But no matter whether Yu Liancheng is pretending to be dizzy or really dizzy, the words he says are like splashing water. If he says he is skinned, he will be skinned, and if he says he will be cut into pieces, he will be cut into pieces.
Not even one less knife will do.
…
Dayanji, on the teacher's review stage.
A large banner with the character "Zhao" rustled in the river wind.
Sitting in the middle is a middle-aged man who is even more bulky than Zhao Fat. He is wearing a python robe, jade belt, and golden Sichuan brocade satin, which complements the trend of Guangling.
The seat under the man's buttocks is three times the size of ordinary people. He is as immobile as a mountain. Just sitting there makes him taller than many civil servants on Dayanji.
All over the world, he can wear a specially given golden python robe and have such a figure. Who else could there be besides Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling who was born from the same mother as today’s emperor?
"Your Majesty, three thousand Kuai-back troops have been mobilized. Whether the Murong siblings live or die depends solely on Your Majesty's word."
Standing next to the feudal lord Zhao Yi was a thin, monkey-like old man with a pair of rat whiskers. He was wearing a first-class robe made by Su Zaogong, but his appearance was really ugly, looking like a dog-headed military advisor.
"Yes." Prince Zhao Yi nodded his huge head, calmly.
This fat pig was so lustful that he crushed two queens of the Spring and Autumn Period. As for the princesses and concubines who were imprisoned, there were countless of them. You can't even count them on your fingers and toes. He waved his hand casually: "Shengxiang, what do you think of the success or failure of this move?"
On Zhao Yi's right hand side is a middle-aged general with a dignified appearance, standing with his sword in hand. This shows that the vassal king trusts this general, who is none other than Lu Shengxiang, a famous general in the world.
Lu Shengxiang's voice was heavy and majestic, and he spat out four words with as much care as gold.
"Nine times out of ten."
The rat-bearded staff member with an aged face said with a sly smile: "General Lu is wrong this time, not nine out of ten, but ten out of ten. The Sword Emperor of Xishu back then could only fight one for a thousand. I wonder if Emperor Murong Tong can block three more." Thousands of cavalry charged several times.”
Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, smiled and said: "Three thousand troops carrying the leader cost me a lot of money. After this battle, even if I only lose one-third, I will be in pain for a long time. Don't want this scene." It’s too boring, so you should watch it carefully, because it is a waste of my money.”
The rat-bearded staff member smiled and said: "Three thousand cavalry are important, but if we can take this opportunity to capture Huishan, it will be worth it. In addition, the Murong siblings are a rare pair of parallel lotuses. Congratulations to the prince for having two more stunning beauties in his harem." What a stunner.”
"Haha, it's easy to talk about. The success of this matter is inseparable from Zhupo's benefits." King Guangling laughed.
This fat pig is not just a lustful person who can ruin noble women. If he had no real skills and only knew how to suppress people bloodyly but not win over people's hearts, the rich Guangling with a tax of 150% to 60% in the world would have been full of desolation. He seems to be lustful and greedy, but in fact, he is as secretive as anyone else.
Apart from King Guangling, the rat-bearded staff and Lu Shengxiang, the most conspicuous person on the parade stage was an old swordsman with a haggard face but exuding a sharp sword aura.
This man folded his hands on the hilt of his sword, faced the cavalry and Yu Liancheng's group, and closed his eyes in concentration.
The staff member who was called Zhupo looked at the swordsman and said with a smile: "Chai Qingshan, Emperor Murong Tong is famous in the world. If you can defeat him, people in the world will probably remember you as a great swordsman again. Why don't you take action?" , could it be that he was frightened by the opponent's name of 'Yijian Huangtian'?"
This old man is none other than Chai Qingshan, the only remaining great sword sect from the previous generation in Dongyue Sword Pool.
His swordsmanship is the best in the southeastern part of the empire, and he has resisted countless assassinations and plots by Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling. The contemporary sword master of Dongyue Jianchi has no choice but to expel Chai Qingshan out of consideration for the reputation of Jianchi.
Guangling King Zhao Yi glanced at Chai Qingshan, and seeing that he was calm and calm, he said slowly: "Zhang Zhupo, don't act like a little bitch, Chai Keqing just killed your unsatisfactory nephew, what a big deal. If you keep nagging, be careful if I let you have a fight with Chai Keqing."
Zhang Zhupo rolled his eyes, slapped him hard twice, and said with a smile: "I know I was wrong."
King Guangling smiled and nodded: "That's right. You are all my confidants. Conflicts are contradictions, but when things happen, we must be consistent in dealing with the outside world."
Zhang Zhupo nodded and bowed: "I understand, I understand."
From beginning to end, Chai Qingshan remained calm.
Lu Shengxiang sneered in his heart.
Zhang Zhupo was just a useless scholar, used to show that the prince valued scholars. But the practical value is really pitifully low, so how can it be compared to a first-grade sword master.
But he is a bit clever and has his own way of survival.
Of course, this has nothing to do with him.
He is a promising general who will make great achievements in the vast territory in the future, and even become the next King of Northern Liang.
…
The naval drills on the river are still going on as usual, but the situation on the banks of the Guangling River is already turbulent.
More than 3,000 troops carrying Kui rushed towards Yu Liancheng and others.
At first, the sound of horse hooves seemed like a waterfall rumbling down in the distance, sultry and unappreciative.
But not long after, it turned into dense drum beats, thunder rolling in the sky, and strong winds rushing in like falling leaves, making people's hearts tremble.
The rapidity of the attack and the agility of the reaction make it the most powerful army in the world.
The combat power of this Kui-backing army cannot be tolerated by the community. It is a powerful and elite soldier comparable to any army in the world.
The pioneer general Zhang Erbao led the way. He was tall and strong, with eyes as sharp as an eagle. He held a horse pole, and when he waved it, the wind was like a tiger, and the sky roared.
"You surrender as soon as possible to have a chance of survival, otherwise you will be trampled into flesh and die without a burial place." Zhang Erbao exhaled and opened and closed his breath like thunder.
The army has long had a way to deal with the masters of the martial arts. The saints of the three religions can borrow the mysteries of heaven and earth to move a thousand pounds.
As for ordinary martial arts warriors, it takes a lot of energy to take action.
Under the flood-like charge of the cavalry, there was no chance for Ruyi Yuanhuan to breathe. No matter how powerful the master was, he could not bear the exhaustion, and in the end he could only die.
Zhang Erbao believed that although there were many masters in the world, except for the one from Emperor Wu City who was a little unsure, the three thousand Kui-backed troops were enough to deal with any martial arts master.
Suddenly, Zhang Erbao's expression froze.
I saw something floating in the wind in the hands of the demon-handsome young man.
Under his feet, there was something like a bloody gourd, lying on the ground, moaning constantly, but it was ridiculously fat.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince...is that you?" Zhang Erbao discerned the identity of the man on the ground from the fat flesh and hoarse scream, and his pupils suddenly dilated: "You madman, how dare you treat His Highness the Crown Prince like this. "
The King of Guangling, Zhao Yi, had three sons and six daughters, but the one he loved most was his eldest son, Zhao Bi, who had the same temperament and temperament as him. Now he was skinned alive.
Even if he could win these people in this battle, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to gain a favor.
"Tsk, tsk, you always have to pay back if you go out to fool around. If he wants to peel off my skin, he must be prepared to be skinned by me."
Yu Liancheng was smiling, but this smile was full of evil, which made people feel scared: "I am a very friendly person. When I was doing the steak, I asked him if he did it like this, but he didn't say anything. It was really embarrassing and shameful. .”
"You..." Zhang Erbao gritted his teeth and looked at Zhao Bi again. He found that the prince was still breathing, and his eyes lit up. With the famous doctors and various heavenly and earthly treasures supported by the palace, it might not be impossible to bring him back to life.
However, it may not be that easy to get it back.
"Do you want this damn fat man? Okay, I'll give it to you." Yu Liancheng seemed to have seen what Zhang Erbao was thinking. With a flick of his sleeves, he summoned a burst of energy out of thin air and swept away the bloody gourd-like Zhao Bi. go out.
"Hurry, catch the prince." Zhang Erbao looked at Zhao Bi, who was roaring towards him. He felt anxious and quickly called to his masters.
"By the way, he also said that he would cut me into pieces with a thousand swords, so naturally I can't owe him the debt." Yu Liancheng flicked out a sword energy with his fingers and shot it into Zhao Bi's body.
Zhao Bi suddenly opened his eyes wide, sharp sword energy shot out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, his limbs stretched to the extreme, and his body expanded like a balloon.
Zhang Erbao's eyes widened. Although he didn't know what happened, he instinctively rode back.
Zhao Bi's face was full of pain, and he swelled to the extreme in the blink of an eye, turning into a weird giant, and finally exploded with a loud bang, like a bloody firework.
Countless fragments of sword energy poured out from the fireworks, and several knights who were closer were immediately dead.
"I'm relieved."
Yu Liancheng looked at this scene, breathed out gently, and showed a satisfied expression.
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