Chapter 065 shameless like

Tuoba Spring Falcon and that often deal with the medicine pots of sick elder brother is different, born with God’s strength, Tuoba’s martial arts Chong Li, the clan almost all the young and strong are enlisted in the army, for this not yet eighteen years of age will soon step into the realm of the King Kong small son, very optimistic about this trip, but also North Mang military God intends to be Tuoba Spring Falcon to break the layer of windowpaper.

To top trek spring falcon brawn, mounted shooting quite colorful, pull strong bow and bead shooting arrows two hundred paces, accuracy are not deviation, only he weighed that the south dynasty anointed big surname son of the residual force, within a hundred paces, can be fatal, one hundred and twenty paces enough to hit, he does not want this guy died so easily, so has been wanting to about one hundred and twenty paces to shoot its back, the best is to shoot to injure the feet and hands, each time the royal court fall hunting, top trek spring falcon with the military hunting, encountered large prey, are at the edge of the range leisurely, wandering riding shot. This is the teenage years by his father thrown to the ice field and white bears to fight and kill sharpened the mind, when the weapon only a bow and a dagger and a pot of arrows.

The end of the Marco Pol back to not shocked by the son of the arrow throwing technique, but fear in this young man in a deadly situation, still do not forget to carefully weigh the pros and cons of the thick black city, a line of people articulated hunting, in addition to line of sight tracking, if disappeared outside the field of vision, we have to rely on eagles in the air stalking, to provide information, and constantly stretching the spacing between the two sides to do the blindfold, and ultimately take advantage of the eagles swooped down to reduce the height of the arrows, to avoid the arrows and arrow to kill, a breath of fresh air, and the sword to hurt people. It is simply in the borrowed gas harnessing the sword after the injury, and then in the small master wounds on the salt, masters often win or lose a line, the heart shakes, easy to lose before the war. There is a yellow eagle disk air, they are sure to win, even if they are lucky to escape from the field of vision, as long as the general direction is correct, not afraid of this person missed the net, all the way to chase, do not give him time to breathe and heal his wounds, the board on the nail to the end of the lamp.

Duan pol back to reveal a fierce smile, since you can still kill the eagle demonstration, I have to send you a straw to crush the camel!

A rough face flushed with sickly crimson, eyes dark, iris gradually faded until the pupil is missing. The cavalrymen, including Siddhartha Tsetsechal, sensed something strange about the squire, and their horses became restless. Tackle Tsa’er as the grassland Sydney, see a lot of knowledge, to be more knowledgeable, stole a glance at the Tuoba Spring Falcon standing on the back of the horse, not worthy of being the son of the military god, the force of the slaves around him is so domineering, casually carry out one can be alone to step on the level of the small tribes.

Thunder Spear!

Tuanjiao Er Hui Hui raised his realm strongly at the cost of losing his qi and blood, stepping into the Empyrean Pseudo Realm with one foot. Bending the arm as if lifting a gun, stepped on a series of pleasing cross step, when the last throw out, the left leg to make a subtle but a move to set the world of the stomping stretch, driving the small arm forward to burst out a whip action, only to hear the eardrums of the whoosh, a naked eye can not be seen the gun spear cut through the air, the spear to the point of the vacuum brought about by the ripples, as a comet swept through the arc of the throw straight to Xu Fengyen’s back. Duan pol back to back from the qiang tribe, from ancient times, specializing in the use of featherless javelin, arrowhead body slender sharp, force can penetrate a number of armor, he was involved in hunting since childhood, to throw the gun is known in the brave warriors of the qiang tribe, when he was young he met with the peak of wudao great master of the gun fairy king embroidery, get to teach the gun axiom, and ultimately create their own thunder spear aptitude, eight years ago, and the demonic path of the famous lords fighting for their lives, two spears to kill, and became famous in one battle. But this kind of extreme loss of qi and blood spear art is to hurt the enemy a thousand self-loss means, end Marco Polo back dare not easily use, and victory in surprise and long-distance sniping, visible end Marco Polo back has been on Xu Fengyen to what extent.

Xu Fengyen in clearly know Tuoba spring falcon three people identity, especially began to flee, has been waiting for the end of the Marco Polo back to back of the famous stunts, known as the three spears to open the mountain of the thunder spear, finally waited.

All the way hard to accumulate scattered rhubarb court, remove the broken arrow to shoot the yellow eagle with some, are gritting their teeth to prepare to resist this spear! Dodge simply do not want to think, a throw out of the Thunder Spear has end Marco Polo back to echo the traction of qi, not after the feather arrow off the string that the target is fixed, which is similar to the superior mastery of the sword art similar to the gods.

Xu Fengyen’s eyebrow mark has long been turned into purple and black, also do not care whether to fall into the bleak situation of the return of the light, stop and turn around, twist the spring thunder with both hands, the body swept backwards, in the sheath of the spring thunder once again as the canyon constructed a huge round mirror wall of air, the contradiction of the fight, here. Duan Marco Pol Hui Hui also counted for Tuoba Spring Falcon to avenge the flying sword stabbing palm.

Tackle Cha’er and the hundred riders were finally relieved, this guy was too much of a pain in the ass, this time he should have resigned himself to die, right?

Xu Fengyen body fell heavily on the ground, struggling to sit up, actually can no longer stand up, took the side of the Spring Thunder, sitting cross-legged, placed horizontally on the knee. The blood gushing out of his mouth has turned black, not to wipe, doomed to wipe not clean anyway, Xu Fengyen just reached out and rubbed the hair tie hair bun, body hair skin by parents.

He was laughed at by Li Yishan since he was young, saying that he had a rich northern face, no wonder he was born in the Xu family. The eldest sister Xu Zhihu also always joked that the four in the family, only he looks the most like his mother, features like, eyes like, even hair like, she always said that jealousy is very much. Xu Fengnian vision blurred, his mind walks, remembered many trivial small things, remembered Xu Snapdragon hunchbacked back, siblings four laughing and joking, remembered the Qingliang Mountain Liang Wangfu Zhen Lingge, that one from childhood is the heart of the heavy shadow of the white coat, remembered the old man’s sword of the sheepskin fur to come and go with the people, the bloated hill on the parade platform on the banks of the Guangling River. Too many people and too many things, a flash, somehow, life is dying, in addition to feeling sorry for the old man Xu Snapdragon who spoiled himself, did not take over the burden of three hundred thousand iron horsemen from his hands, did not make his shoulders easier, and in the end, just thought of a woman’s dimples, he and she, although they grew up together, but can not be called poetic childhood sweethearts. His life is only twenty years, but has seen all kinds of women, about really such as the big maid sweet potato in a word of the seemingly sentimental actually ruthless, cool, care about a lot of women, but it seems that anyone can put down, only her, whether it is with the old yellow together with the three years of dislocation of the mourning dog career, or later travel, as well as the trip rushed to the North Mang, will always think of her, and then gently heartbreaking.

If the world knows that Xu Fengnian has been hereditary in the hands of the hand to go to the North Mang alone, will be laughing at this son of His Highness is fed up, put a good son not to do, go to the fight to do what? Your old man when the horse trampled on the rivers and lakes, has long proved that the rivers and lakes again wonderful, in front of the iron horse, the same only prostrate submissive part. You honestly wait for the king of Beiliang old death, wear that one of the most expensive feudal king python robe, why not? Even if the whole world is clear that there is Chen Zhi Bao this stick in the throat of the thorns, nine times out of ten, you Xu Fengyen turn a blind eye, but also is the military power to fall, the king of Beiliang is the king of Beiliang, the white-clothed War Immortal is the white-clothed War Immortal, one sitting in Beiliang, a sit on the border, distinct, well water does not offend the river water, but also has been enough to make people covet the puma XuanHui. Don’t know enough, don’t be self-important, don’t care if your son’s highness vegetative sleeve hidden gold or straw bag one, go to the northern Liang army, accumulate more military achievements, but you can with the spring and autumn wars rising peerless Chen Baiyi call for the board? Can you do the feat of forcing the death of Ye Baikui, the Sage of Soldiers? Can you have a few years to build up a full military line under Chen Zhi Bao’s watchful eye? To take a step back, Chen Zhi Bao stabbed to death the great master Wang Xiu, who was once as famous as Li Chun Gang’s Fengdu Green Robe and Rune General’s Red Armor, what qualifications do you have to be on the same stage with him, Xu Fengyen? Throughout the Liyang Dynasty, no one is optimistic that he can control the majestic 300,000 iron horsemen like the King of Northern Liang, which, comically enough, seems to be the root cause of the middle-aged man in the capital city of Tai’an City, who allowed the first son of this vassal king to run amok.

There was not a single young man in the vast dynasty that ruled over the Spring and Autumn, who was so missed by that Nine to Five Emperor.

Xu Fengyin’s fingers trembled as he tied the somewhat loose knot in his hair.

That night, Xu Snap said, Feng Nian, if you die in North Mang, in the future, North Liang will be handed over to Chen Zhi Bao. The Northern Liang army changed course, this is nothing to me Xu Snapdragon, but you die, I, the father, can only be like when your mother alone into the palace, can not be avenged.

Xu Fengnian joked at the time, you do father, really wimpy, if I’m this uncompetitive son hanging in the North Mang side, you lead the Northern Liang iron horsemen all the way to crush to the North Mang royal court, how domineering it must be?

Xu Snapdragon was silent for a long time, and finally laughed softly and said Dad would like to do so, but I’m afraid you’ll die, so I’ll say something discouraging to deceive you. My Xu family 300,000 iron cavalry, how have to knock out the North Mang accumulated thirty years of half of the country’s power, such a domineering thing, father to do, where compared to you to do?

Xu Fengnian smiled and said can not die of course not willing to die, white hair to send black hair, think of it is suffocating.

Never hit the son of Xu Snapdragon slap on the head of Xu Fengyen, but also never believe in ghosts and gods of the great general even successive pooh-pooh several times, laughing and scolded not to talk about the funeral. Then muttered to himself several times childish talk.

Xu Fengyen replied helplessly, saying that they have been crowned, what else is there to say about children.

Xu Snapdragon shook his head and stopped talking.

Xu Fenian closed his eyes and rested his hands on Chun Lei, somewhat understanding some things, why Xu Snapdragon nowadays still like an old farmer that likes to sew shoes? Xuanyuan Jingcheng should have been like Zhang Julu, who was able to strategize the world, and at the very least could have gone to get close to Xunping, but he was blocked by himself outside the door of the family of three, blocked on top of the Hui Mountain of the Xuan Yuan family name, and even though he became a Confucian saint in one fell swoop, he still did not take half a step. Riding oxen eventually went down the mountain, but this kind of downhill and in the mountains, and what are the two kinds? Sheepskin fur Li old man sixteen years old King Kong nineteen years old finger Xuan twenty-four years old up to the heavenly image, why after the broken arm is still on the river after the ghost gate for his year’s green robe children, a few smiles a flying sword?

In the end, it is all a word.

Xu Fengnian thought about her dimples, shook and stood up.

He knows that he likes her even if he doesn’t admit it. If you don’t like it, how can you look at it for so many years and still always look at it?

Just didn’t know that it turned out to be such a favorite.

Since he liked it but failed to say it, then don’t die here!

After Xu Fengnian opened his eyes, he took his cuff and wiped the blood stains, smiled and shouted, “Jiang Nai! Old me likes you!”

Tuoba Spring Falcon laughed coldly, only once again, he couldn’t laugh.

A young woman came with a sword, and behind her was a green-shirted Confucian who was walking on the waves and stepping in the air with ease.

The woman stood on top of a long sword, dangling in front of the guy who was in a place of certain death.

She glared and said angrily, “What are you shouting at me for? Shameless!”