Three hundred imperial guards held the handle of the knife at the same time. Even though the previous master of the Ministry of Justice was repelled by a young vassal king with one move, he acted as if he wanted to break into the Imperial Heaven Supervision, the three hundred elite Zhao Shi wearing light armor and gold swords still did not immediately draw their swords to kill the enemy.

Of course, this does not mean that the Imperial Guard is a rather useless embroidered pillow, nor does it mean that the Imperial Guard has a good temper. If it were any other person standing at the door and carrying secret orders, the three hundred Imperial Guards would have rushed forward and started a massacre.

However, for some reason, there was no young man in the robes of the vassal king. After all, he was the son of Xu Xiao, a general who held 300,000 northwest iron cavalry, and was even more famous as Cao Changqing and Deng Tai'a. In terms of the momentum of the world, he might be even better than the other two land gods.

Whoever draws the knife first dies first, the reason is that simple.

The Ministry of Justice was beaten away by someone, and the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard had to bite the bullet and top him. This burly, big inner master was wearing an imperial knife "Yonghui Tianzi" hanging around his waist.

During the reign of the late emperor, it took five years for the palace craftsmen to forge eighteen handles one after another. The earliest three of them were treasured in the Great Inner. Only when the late emperor wore a golden dragon armor and participated in the hunting, would he wear one of them. By the end of Yonghui, except for the three commanders of the Imperial Guard, the three commanders of the Imperial Guard were given three commanders, the names of the Imperial Guard were 16, 17 and 18. According to the rules, the official positions of the Imperial Guard would not be inherited, but the Golden Sword would be "hereded by the Imperial Guard".

That is to say, only those who sit in these three positions are qualified to wear these three swords. Gu Jiantang of the Great Pillar Kingdom, Chen Zhibao, Chen Zhibao, Tangxi sword immortal Lu Baijie, and Wu Chongxuan, who had just gone to Beijing to court, and the Liyang Dynasty, four ministers of the Ministry of War, each of which was given one, which was passed down through privately. Among the eight generals in the four expeditions and four towns, except for Wu Chongxuan, only the great general of the Northern Expeditions and Northern Expeditions, Ma Lulang, received this honor, but no one knows the specific sizes of these five "Huizi Knife".

When Zi ascended the throne today, he ordered that nearly five hundred new imperial swords be imitated according to the Yonghui Tian Knife, and personally named Xiangfu Daye Knife, abbreviated as Daye Knife. The scabbard is all made of wooden gold peach-skin sheaths, and the handguard is an oval iron-gold hollow plate. There are three movable jade dragons inside, which are vivid. When raising the hand to hold the knife, the knocking is like a dragon's sound, which is a clever and craftsmanship.

The deputy commander of the Imperial Guard took a deep breath, and his breath was no longer as rigid as the previous unlucky male of the Ministry of Justice. He said in a deep voice: "King of Beiliang, please don't make us embarrassed."

Xu Fengnian, who stood pressing the knife, kept silent and did not pull out the ordinary old-fashioned scavenger that had been cast very early, but gently tapped the handle of the knife.

Just like the sound of the Northern Liang drum.

If you can become the deputy commander of the Imperial Army in the Zhaoshi of Liyang, you will naturally not be a greedy person who is afraid of death. This burly man smiled and had a little bit of enthusiasm for dying for the king after taking advantage of the king. He probably knew that he would die, and he was not as scheming as a servant of the emperor in previous years. Looking at the Northwest Vatican in front of him, he smiled heartily: "Yang Dongping, a martial artist from the old Dongyue countryside, entered Beijing twelve years ago as an imperial guard. He has been away from the rivers and lakes for twelve years. In this last battle, he can fight against the King of Beiliang, which is worth his life!"

After saying his last words, Yang Dongping pulled out the No. 17 Royal Sword of Yonghui Tianzi, whom he didn't know who he would hand over to after his death in battle, and shouted: "Welcome to the enemy!"

Three hundred Xiangfu Daye Knife, neatly unsheathed.

Yang Dongping took the lead in rushing forward with a knife and roared: "Follow me to retreat to the enemy!"

In an instant, twenty imperial guards, including Yang Dongping, rushed to kill one after another.

In addition to maintaining the formation thickness outside the front gate of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, the 100 Imperial Guards did not move, and the rest of the guards rushed to the left and right wings of the battlefield of King Beiliang and Yang Dongping. Obviously, they not only wanted to block the young vassal king's way forward, but also intercepted the retreat.

More than 200 guards of the Imperial Guards were extremely fast. For a moment, they were like a group of butterflies flying gorgeously outside the gate of the Imperial Heavenly Prison, which made the soldiers of the Li family, who were in the gate, feel dazzled, and there was a chilling sound. Ask yourself, can ordinary masters really survive in this fierce siege?

Yang Dongping, who was leading the way, made a dull shock on the street. He did not dare to jump up and slash. Facing the great master of Beiliang, who had a huge gap in strength, was too empty, and it was destined to be killed with one move. Even Yang Dongping, who was quite arrogant, only chose the most conservative move, using a sword as a sword, stabbing the King of Beiliang's chest directly. Moreover, this sword did not use all his strength, leaving three or four points of energy to prepare for future troubles. If he lost, he would escape from the heavens even if he was injured. He would never let the King of Beiliang succeed in one move. Although Yang Dongping was far away from the Central Plains for more than ten years,

His reputation is not obvious, but he dared not slack off in the imperial palace where he treasured countless martial arts secrets. In the course of martial arts, he would go against the current and retreat if he did not advance. He was well-known for his talent and bones. In the past ten years, he endured loneliness. He did not care about the reputation of the Xuan master, but trained his Vajra realm to be extremely solid. At present, this sword has integrated several unique skills that have not been passed down from generation to generation. He has also received guidance from his former Sili Supervisor, the Shin-Shenxuan. This sword has almost reached the realm of returning to simplicity and return to the true world. There is no unnecessary majestic momentum, simple and unpretentious, and restrained.

Even though Yang Dongping did not dare to underestimate the new master today, he soon discovered that he had not been in the face of life and death with the top master for many years. Once he met a person of the level of King of Beiliang, some mistakes would be fatal.

Yang Dongping's original intention was to not achieve success with one knife. If the opportunity was not good, he would try to pass by the King of Beiliang, otherwise he would retreat on the spot, with the Imperial Guards behind him to fill the seats and help delay the battle situation. He would eventually have a glimmer of hope. Then he would continue to fight again.

Unfortunately, Yang Dongping didn't expect that he would die in the matter of not overestimating himself, but seriously underestimating his opponent.

The young man in white had no attempt to stop him, and allowed the No. 17 Yonghui sword, which was as sharp as mud, to stab the chest.

The choices at that time were at the forefront of life and death. Yang Dongping, who thought he could take advantage of the opportunity, suddenly the gas engine surged between his five fingers. Without any accumulation of energy, the three jade dragons in his hand guarded the sword suddenly roared.

When the tip of the knife was about to touch the young man's heart, he could penetrate the body with one stroke, and suddenly a huge force was transmitted back from the blade. The knife in his hand was like hitting a mountain, as if he was hitting a stone with an egg.

Yang Dongping was so decisive that he immediately gave up this precious and extraordinary Yonghui imperial knife, but when the King of Beiliang had just let go, he stretched out his palm. Yang Dongping felt like he had been hit hard by a siege hammer, so that his body was still rushing forward slightly, but his entire chest was instantly sunken, and a large piece of it was protruding from his back at the same time.

Yang Dongping, the first-grade Vajra Realm, was the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, and died on the spot.

Yang Dongping's body flew backwards and hit a guard who was waiting for an opportunity to slap forward in the young vassal king. With unparalleled impulse, a large piece of blood splashed out of the latter's chest, which had no time to dodge.

Behind him, a guard tried to reach out and stop his colleague who was "seriously injured". With a click, his arm exploded, and he did not give him a chance to regret it. The two men, who had no sign of losing their momentum, bumped into him hard.

Then three corpses flew backwards and slid out on the ground. The corpses slowly stopped before a hundred imperial guards who had formed a formation as motionless as a mountain. A scarlet blood flowed out from the ground.

The dead are dead, and the living are shocking.

After Yang Dongping was killed with a palm, the Yonghui Tianji sword, which should have been passed to the next deputy commander of the Imperial Guard after the war, came out of his hand. Xu Fengyan waved his hand casually.

The high-scattered sword paused for a moment, and then it started to be driven by the land sword immortal.

The Imperial Knife first slashed the neck of an Imperial Guard, and the next moment, it penetrated the shoulder of the colleague beside him, and went in and out of the right shoulder. A nearby guard who was leaping up high with a knife was cut off by a knife in the waist.

A large arc echoed around Xu Fengnian.

After all, this group of imperial guards is a large number of masters. There are many people who use swords to save their lives or intercept them in the trajectory of the arc of the "Yonghui Seventeen". However, without exception, as long as the sword is used, the temporarily unowned Yonghui Seventeen will be unscathed, but the Xiangfu Daye swords in the hands of other guards collapsed on the spot.

Without seeing what Xu Fengnian did, Yonghui Shiqi began to draw a second arc with a larger range.

At the same time, in the largest circle beside Xu Fengnian, all the swords of the Imperial Guards who had no time to take out the sword also began to leave the ground, flew into the air, and joined the arc trajectory.

The second arc that was even further away from Xu Fengnian's body was constantly heard, and the harsh sound of the Daye Knife bursting and broken, and corpses kept falling to the ground.

More than 160 Imperial Guards who were still alive were forced to stand outside the arc, seemingly surrounding the Beiliang King who had not yet made a real sword. In fact, they could not even catch the corner of the young vassal king's clothes.

When Xu Fengnian began to move forward, the arc that was visible but had traces suddenly appeared in a ripples. Occasionally, it would jump out of the arc and wipe out a guard before continuing to return to the arc trajectory.

Twenty guards caught off guard were killed immediately.

I don't know who was the first to shout "Break the formation together", the Imperial Guards outside the circle began to chop the knife towards the arc.

Ordinary people may not notice a breath themselves. However, ordinary martial artists who enter the house in martial arts have a breathing like raindrops falling from the eaves and disappear when they touch the ground. However, the great master of martial arts has a long qi as long as a river. From the high pavilion of the human celestial beings that divide the first level of the martial artists, the first level of the four realms of the martial artists, the saying that there was a 800-mile moment in their body was passed down very early.

A master with similar strength is largely the "one-sports battle". Whoever breathes longer can often be invincible, and whoever breathes for a shorter time can seize fleeting opportunities faster, so that I can live and die.

No matter what the remaining imperial guards found that they could no longer let the young vassal kings continue to "find" comfortably.

Xu Fengnian continued to move forward, ignoring the Imperial Guard's efforts to break through the formation, turned his head and looked at Xu Yanbing holding a flash of gun, who nodded with a smile.

Xu Yanbing was accompanying him this time, not helping him kill people, nor even helping Xu Fengnian to block the iron armored heavy cavalry at both ends of the street.

These people will be dealt with by Xu Fengnian, who has entered a new state in Xiamawei Inn.

Instead, before Xu Fengnian entered the Imperial Heaven Prison, he involved two people and two formations.

Xu Fengnian is in Tai'an City today.

Just like Wang Xianzhi stood in Wudi City in the next day!

This state of mind is related to the level of martial arts cultivation, but it is not very important at the same time.

However, whether this state of mind, in turn, has the effect on cultivation. Xu Fengnian had achieved a true one-man fight against two people at the last moment of Xia Mawei, which actually explained everything.

then.

Cao Changqing, Luoyang, Wu Jian, Xuanyuan Qingfeng and others were determined to do it.

Deng Tai'a, Chen Zhibao, Yu Xinlang, Chai Qingshan and others did it unintentionally.

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On the empty street, Xu Yanbing took a breath and the gun in his hand was shocked.

This man, who has been seriously ignored in the Liyang Dynasty and the Central Plains, is a middle-aged warrior who has almost never heard of having walked out of the jurisdiction of Beiliang and has not many outstanding achievements against the enemy. He looked up at the rooftop platform of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, "Chen Zhibao, Xie Guanying, who will come first? Or come together?"

———

In the Tongtiantai, Xie Guanying said helplessly: "We two can fight, you don't want to take action, if you can run, I can't run for the time being, what should I do? It's a headache."

Chen Zhibao said calmly: "There are two large formations in the Imperial Heaven Prison, and the Longhu Mountain that is used to imprison Xu Yan's troops."

Xie Guanying sighed, "Although more than 60 square jade seals of various countries are present in the Spring and Autumn Period, it is not a big impact whether Yan Shenggong personally takes over, but if there is no Longhu Mountain formation to reduce Xu Fengnian's strength first, the effect is really a world of difference. The most important thing is that you are unwilling to take action..."

Chen Zhibao interrupted the ambitious scholar's words, "You should know that Xu Fengnian is here doing something I would do in the future. I just stand here and give you a lot of face. If you want to take the opportunity to make Li Yang Beiliang's energy burn, then you can do it with your ability."

Xie Guanying laughed at himself and said, "I know, I know, we are working together to make a fuss with tigers. I, Xie Guanying, have a clear idea."

At this time, Jin Xin'an, who had been the leader of the North Qi training sect for twenty years, suddenly ran into Tongtiantai with a look of panic.

Xie Guanying frowned, pinched his fingers in his sleeves quickly, and said to himself: "It's not surprising that Yan Shenggong suddenly left Beijing, but what other big variables can there be?"

Jin Xin'an's face turned pale and said tragically: "Mr. Xie, I have just visited the seal warehouse myself, and I found that Yan Shenggong had taken away the seal symbolizing Confucian fortune in the central government."

Xie Guanying was stunned at first, then laughed, his sleeves trembled, he raised his eyes to look south, and said with great enthusiasm: "Yan Shenggong, Yan Shenggong, do you really think that such a traitor can stop me Xie Guanying? It's just a mistake! You scholars who are just studying hard!"

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On the post road, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and a young scholar were sitting in the carriage on a simple carriage from north to south.

Xiao Shutong looked at the uneasy gentleman who had been restless for the first time and couldn't figure out what would happen in the world that would make his husband feel restless. Xiao Shutong finally couldn't help but ask curiously: "Sir, what's wrong?"

Before the teacher gave the answer, Xiao Shutong had an idea and felt that he had found the answer. He grinned and said, "Sir, can you not adapt to the environment and have suffered from bad stomachs when you are in the capital?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a small wooden box with an ancient carving on his knees. After hearing the child's jokes, he remained silent.

Xiao Shutong was worried and asked with a bitter face: "Sir, are you worried about the big things in the world? Can I share my worries?"

Soon the little Shutong sighed heavily: "It's certainly not possible. I don't even have fame now."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Being capable is second to whether one has morality or not is in mind, one must first be able."

Xiao Shutong's face still did not improve. "I have read so many books of sages with my husband, so I naturally know these principles."

The Confucian scholar smiled and said, "This time you have to accompany me to Beijing. After all, you are thinking about being lazy and studying for your husband!"

The little book boy said oh and began to recite the ten family mottos summarized by the teacher’s lifelong efforts.

Mr.’s family motto is the “family motto” of all scholars in the world.

Inside and outside the carriage, there are a lot of books.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar began to close his eyes and concentrate, and listened to the sound of reading.

"When you see a virtuous person, you will think of yourself, and when you see a virtuous person, you will reflect on yourself.

"Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you."

"I examine myself three times a day..."

When the little book boy reads the last ten sentences of "Scholars must not be broad-minded and resolute, but have a long way to go."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar followed and silently said, "Scholars must not be broad-minded, but have a long way to go." Then he suddenly opened his eyes, patted the little Shutong on the shoulder, his eyes firm, and said slowly: "It is precisely because of the long-minded, that we scholars must remember one more thing: Scholars must not be broad-minded!"

The little book Tong was not sure about it and nodded hard.

It was the middle-aged Confucian scholar of the contemporary Yanshenggong who opened the box with a smile.

Empty.
Chapter completed!