The war with the protagonist of the Hang Ye Cavalry on the post road came to an end. Soon a scout passed the military information to Ren Chunyun, a captain of the northwest northwest northwest northwest northwest northwest Fengqiu. The two generals reacted very differently. Ren Chunyun, wearing bright red armor, stood with a sword. After hearing that Ma Jinchai was defeated, she laughed and touched the horse's mane, and looked gloating. Tongzhou is a general with a similar rank. Since the official hats on everyone's heads are not much different, it is naturally an enemy. Ren Chunyun, who was from a poor family, has long disliked the ridiculous name of the Ma Jiawei. The chief of the commander under his command has all occupied the seeds of the generals of Lingzhou. What kind of elite soldiers can be trained? There are two plain areas in the Lingzhou Plain that are easy to stretch for the cavalry to train soldiers.

In 2008, Ren Chunyun had a dispute with Ma Jinchai and taught a lesson to the fancy and frosty cavalry. However, Ren Chunyun was soon reintroduced by Ma Jinchai in the officialdom. His salary was fine, and no one dared to tamper with this thunder pool. He just distributed a batch of weapons and weapons to local troops from Youliang border according to the rules. Ren Chunyun only received some "remaining" that was not even B-level qualifications. After inquiring, he found out that it was the in-laws behind Ma Jinchai who was an important member of the Hyogo in Beiliangdao. Later, Ma Jinchai brought a brand new cavalry with a hundred cavalry to kill You Kou on the excuse of suppressing You Kou and showing off his power. If Ren Chunyun had not suppressed his generals, he would almost have a mutiny.

Zhu Boyu on the other side is much calmer. He has always had a bad view of Ma Jinchai, but he never put it on his face. He really should drink and be polite. Therefore, Feng Qiu Cavalry and Ma Jinchai's young men get along well, mainly because Zhu Boyu is also a military officer who came out of the mansion. His fathers once fought side by side and had a life-changing friendship. However, although Zhu Boyu had never been to the border battlefield.

Jin, the credit card of the Green and Strong School of the Beiliang who can calm down and manage the army is rarely seen. In recent years, he holds real power and is often ridiculed by many miscellaneous generals who return to Lingzhou to retire with military merits, making Zhu Boyu more willing to get along with guys like Ma Jinchai. After all, the false drinking is better than the seniors who have weak descendants in the family to show their qualifications as soon as they meet, and their nostrils are all upturned. Zhu Boyu

Now, the prince, who is worried that he has not started a massacre in the Lingzhou officialdom, would take the opportunity to attack Ma Jinchai and others, and Zhu Boyu will be implicated and pulled him off. How could the prince care about whether you, Fengqiu, a Fengqiu Captain who has no military achievements, should be clean or be in a stalemate with Ma Jinchai? Unfortunately, Zhu Boyu, who has a baby face, sits on the back of the horse, and the war horse is only Class B. The only thirty A-level war horses in Fengqiu Cavalry, were given to him by him.

The commander and the elite soldiers. Zhu Boyu waved his hand and asked the scout who followed the Fengqiu Cavalry's rules to make his own decisions without dismounting the horse to report. Zhu Boyu, wearing ordinary armor, exhaled a mouthful of mist and looked extremely solemn, because he could see that the prince's prince was heartbroken to the officialdom of Lingzhou, but there was a difference in military and political affairs. With the lessons of the Huaihua General Zhong Hongwu, Zhu Boyu asserted that the garrisons of Lingzhou would not have this luck.

The peach blossom beauty fan swayed gently, the breeze blew, the hair on his temples fluttered lightly, and the handsome young man in black fur looked away, and the three cavalry teams that were surrounded and killed in a fan-shaped battle formation were obviously different from the previous two hundred cavalry, and the horse's hooves were neat and consistent, without any confusion. With his extraordinary eyesight, he could clearly see the young-faced cavalry, with firm eyes and instructed, and had no intention of moving the light crossbow. Beiliang's ban on the control of the crossbow was very strict, and he could still use his private Beiliang sword to escape by relying on his family background. If he dared to hold a crossbow, even a small light crossbow that could be used by a maid like a cunzi crossbow, once discovered, he would be searched for the house that day, and there would be no room for maneuver.

The movement ran wildly on the post road, and the mud splattered everywhere on the straight line under his feet, which was terrifying. The Vajra realm martial artist who was really tired of being a lackey was just thinking about how to be happy. In his eyes, the two hundred riders who had previously been vulnerable were delicate and weak and needed support. The two or three hundred riders in front of him were nothing more than a strong woman with a little stronger strength, and he could not withstand his movements a few times. The first-class master with a very inconsistent personality with his name was rushing forward with a smile.

An iron spear stabbed at the same time. The movement held the tips of two cold spears in both hands, twisted them into two iron blocks, pulled their wrists inward and then hit them outward. The two riders who refused to let go were knocked off the horse by him ringing the bell. The shot in the middle pressed against the heart of the music, but failed to pierce a transparent one. Instead, the burly man with a smile and a casual face continued to rush forward. The spear that penetrated downward bends out into an exaggerated arc in the air. It can be seen that the cavalry's strength and toughness are not comparable to that of the horse Jinchai tribe.

Zhuo Juewu, who could occupy a place among the small group of people at the top of the rivers and lakes, did not care whether the ants under his feet were light or heavy. He bent his knees and drilled into the abdomen of the horse, and carried a war horse in a rapid forward motion on one shoulder. The movement was like a king carrying a tripod, smashing the horse to the rear of the cavalry team. The trailing horse that was affected by the fish in the pond fell to the ground, but he was soon pulled away by the horse's sideways and rode on the horse. The two robes rode together.

Another melody was handed toward a completely invulnerable movement. Finally, the movement that aroused some interest in laughing wildly. It suddenly rose up, stepped on Yiji's head, and then followed the flow and wandered left and right, trampling on a famous cavalry and a war horse, which made more than a dozen cavalry completely lose their combat power. The movement seemed to feel that it was still not satisfied. After landing, they were too lazy to take action, and they only rush to rush. Wherever they went, the war horses were broken and killed after violently hitting.

The Hundred-Man Cavalry Formation quickly penetrated the movement easily, but the movement was not idle either. After seeing this, the Hundred-Man Cavalry Team with the left hand saw this, under the command of the leading commander, they did not slam the charge, but led the troops to continue to slacken. The hundred long spears in their hands were thrown out one by one. Most of the iron guns stabbed on the movement either slipped or shot down on the post road. Some iron guns that did not stab the movement were nailed directly into the frozen soil of the post road. The movement was teasing, and they also wanted to let Bei Liang open his eyes and look at him.

Mr. Le's Vajra body stood still. After the gun forest, the hundred riders on his right hand followed a rain of arrows. All the movements of the man who was in the pass were all accepted with a smile. Except for his broken clothes and his body was unscathed, the movement seemed to be huge, but in fact he was also silently accumulating strength and trying to reach the peak and fight again. It was not impossible to continue teasing the group of mice alone, but be careful of sailing the ten thousand-year-old ship. If there is a martial arts master hidden in the cavalry team, his movements are weak

When he was reduced, he would take action insidiously. Although he would never capsize in the gutter, once he lost a little face, God knew whether the vicious young man behind him would be bored and would vent his anger. Serving to this young master was really harder than serving his ancestors. If he was extremely hated in his heart, he would never mind changing his taste of the music that had sneered at famous scholars and children. Coke was very clear,

This kind of ruthless revenge that is smooth and smooth, I will probably not be able to rely on in this life. Unless the man was beaten to dust by a sudden appearance of immortals, he would have the opportunity to step on the insult. But on Beiliang Road, an old sword god Li Chungang, and Chen Zhibao had already rebelled into Beijing, leaving only a junior brother of the Gun Immortal King Xiu and Yuan Zuozong, who is the commander of the border cavalry. Could these two remaining top masters still join forces to appear here?

Although the hundred-man cavalry facing the music on the post road was penetrated, they soon launched a charge again. A team of 100-man cavalry at the foot of the mountain led by Huang Xiaokuai himself to join the battlefield. The hundred-man cavalry on both sides changed crossbows and spears. Even if they could not achieve success against the masters of the Vajra Realm, the formation was closely connected, and the performance was much more remarkable than the frozen wild cavalry of Ma Jinchai. The music, which was unafraid, was breathed slowly, and the mist was swept long and stretched out his arms and twisted his wrist joints. It seemed that the sound of the horse's hooves was noisy, and the foot was shocked, and the dull roar actually faintly overshadowed the sound of the hooves. The music stepped on the post road one by one, and the momentum grew, and it was like rolling thunder on the ground. The backs of the two hundred-man cavalry on the post road were much stronger, but no one was afraid to fight. The official battle in Beiliang

Especially the struggle in the army, they have been despised by the pillars of the Liyang court for village farces. If they play the role of a shrew who can't make a fuss, they will only roll up their sleeves and fight with their hands. Compared to the capital in the court, those temple calculations that are continuous and the portals are all the same as the temple calculations. How can the atmosphere created in Beiliang in just twenty years be the eyes of the imperial masters? However, it seems that many pillars and civil officials have forgotten that the Liyang court has the cultural heritage of their group of experts in governing the country, and the poor Beiliang also has the unique inheritance of the Northern Liang iron cavalry. Dong Yueqi failed to do it well, but such as Wang Zhi, Ren Chunyun, Zhu Boyu, Huang Xiaokuai, etc., these little lieutenants and military officers who are not even qualified to enter the vision of the temple giants are doing well.

The music wanted to break a few Beiliang backbones with his own hands. Of course, he didn't know what to do and was too lazy to think deeply, but the different cavalry in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable. I finally joined the ranks of first-class masters, and in the end I would be a young man. When I arrived in Beiliang, I had to let my anger come out!

The movement stared at the cavalry general who was riding a brilliant armored sword and was full of energy. He felt like he could carry it down with a sword of the earth immortal. The movement, whose energy had reached its peak, was wild laughter resounded throughout the post road, colliding with the cavalry general. When he was fifty steps apart, he jumped high, stretched his long arms, and smashed it down with one punch. The Pearl Captain Huang Xiaokuai, who was the leader of the cavalry, blocked the sword, and the soldiers and horses all sank suddenly. The four hooves of the war horse were instantly broken by this unstoppable force. The Beiliang Blade was only squeezed out from the man's fist.

A trace of bloodstains, Huang Xiaokuai held a knife in one hand and held the back of the knife with the other hand, but still couldn't stop the evil fang from hitting the punch, pressing down a mouthful of blood, and the abandoned horse moved sideways. The blade wiped the man's fist, but still failed to cut his skin. The commander beside him was stabbed out with a long spear and stabbed it accurately at the left eye of the movement, forcing the man to not chase them. A cavalry even threw a gun and stabbed it at the crotch of the movement like a needle. The cooperation in a flash was vicious and effective. The movement frowned for the first time.

The essence of the master in the Vajra realm is nothing more than the four words "falling out the water". It takes up all the flowing water qi, and the perfect Vajra Invincible will be half successful. If you give the master enough breathing opportunity, slowly replenish the qi and restore the river atmosphere in your body, you will have to start over again. However, the master's qi accumulation has always been easy to gather and difficult, and the qi flows for hundreds of miles in an instant. This legendary land fairy realm is the Vajra realm and the Sharp Profound realm, which are both the first-class masters, and it is also out of reach. Like the movements that have fallen into formation twice in succession, the qi rises and falls

At 80% of the time, he was left alone to move as if he was a mountain without moving, and he was only using a stupid method to recover to 90%. The reason why the death of the Sword Emperor in the West Sichuan was regarded as tragic was not purely a pity that this master was crushed into a pool of meat mud, but also because the sword master guarded the gate of the Western Sichuan Imperial City for the sake of that worthless surname. The enemy he faced was a swarm of locust cavalry that was rushing over, and he had no chance to breathe. He fought to the end with his breath, and was simply watching himself walk step by step on the road to the underworld.

But the music only frowned, and what he was facing was just a hundred people riding.

He pushed away the dazzling shot of the Duwei, stepped on the iron spear thrown by the cavalry, and took advantage of the opportunity to hit the Duwei's head with a knee. The music occupied the magpie's nest and stood on the back of the horse. The war horse ran forward inertia. The music stood proudly looking at the top of the mountain without any reason, and a chest tightness arose.

A ride slowly went down the mountain.

Getting faster and faster.

In the distance behind the music, the peach blossom fan was closed with a snap. The long vermilion rope with the white sheathed sword on the other end was suddenly straightened.

While riding down the mountain, Mr. Hei Qiu also keenly noticed that he was being targeted by someone on the mountain and murmured to himself: "There is such a master in Beiliang who is not visible and uncovered? Why has the Zhao Gou Archives never mentioned it?"

The music's scalp was numb, like a ghost during the day, and it was so scared that it was scattered.

The character on the horseback was swaying with her sleeves, and from her cuffs to her arms, she climbed with countless red silks, like a fresh scarlet red snake.

Back then, there was such a human cat who was "wrapped in red and snakes" riding a horse leisurely towards his music.

The music, which was poked into the weak, was crazy and looked painful. He squatted on the horse's back, hooked his scalp with his hands and ten fingers, then raised his head, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, gritted his teeth and patted the horse to death, and rushed towards the horse.

The Pearl Cavalry at the foot of the mountain and on the post road subconsciously stopped the horse, leaving it to the unknown martial artist who was always unstoppable.

The rider fell off the horse and continued to "moving forward".

The couple who thought they would have to fight for at least a few incense sticks passed by like a floating person.

The scarlet sleeves became redder.

It turned out that he had a pair of bloody skin peeled from head to toe on his hand.

Three hundred cavalry on this side of the post road stared at the same time, watching the highness holding fresh skins sweep away, stopped in front of the young master who no longer waved the fan, and threw out the human skin high.

This scene will be unforgettable for Huang Xiaokuai.

His Royal Highness, who was wearing an ordinary Northern Sword, faced the "crossing the river" that was not inferior to the Nanhua sword.
Chapter completed!