Chapter 159 – The Third Cup of Confucian Sage Plum Wine

Sword Pavilion quicksand between the line of the Iron Gate Gate, gathered a hundred years since the jianghu can be said to be the most pile of top experts, the number of people, enough to vibrate away from the sun North Mang two jianghu, and almost none of them are not the existence of the mentality of the death of the battle not to retreat. This and when Cao Changqing and Deng Ta’a topped the Wudi City has a big difference, that time there are many observers, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but the real shot in the end or only two people, watching from the sidelines but will not be into the hilarious, compared to the Central Plains Jianghu is extremely unfamiliar with the Iron Gate Pass, too far away. Iron Gate Pass a battle, who have no way to stay out of it, as long as you appear in the field of vision!

Just for the masters who have surfaced to go to war in person, there is a rod of plum wine late Chen Zhi Bao, claimed to be good at finger Xuan to kill the heavenly image of the cat Han Diaoji, once stepped on half of the dragon tiger beheading the devil stage of the sick tiger Yang Taiyao, away from the sun army in the third person of the white bear Yuan left Zuozong, the perfect finger Xuan of the shadowy thing Dan Ying, pseudo-realm finger Xuan Xu Fengyuan, carrying the red chi dragon sword of the Xu Weixiong, the six beads of Tantric Buddhism bodhisattva, in the past years, one of the four great masters of the Fu will be the armor of people in the body! of the Golden Armored Man, Xu Longxiang, who was born as a vajra, and Qingbird, who wielded the Shakura Gun.

Doing the shocking deeds of conspiracy and counter-insurgency, they killed each other, the prince who might sit on the dragon chair and the next head of the clan, the king of Beiliang!

This battle will soon decide the future pattern of Beiliang and Xishu, no one dares to say that he or she will be the last to laugh and live to tell the tale.

Xu Fengyen rode ahead, twelve flying swords with perfected sword tires knotted with green silk, forming a Thunder Pond Sword Formation stolen from the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai’a side.

He crashed into the black-clothed old monk Yang Taiyou, who was the main accomplice in the capital’s white case back then.

Yuan Zuozong followed closely behind on horseback, spurring on His Highness the son of the world, but pulling back fifty paces to wander outside of an arc.

Along the way, the double-sided, four-armed vermillion-robed shadowy creature that was tightly concealed by a cage finally revealed its hideous true face, bypassing Xu Fengyen and the black-clothed monk, and swept straight towards the entrance of the Iron Gate Pass valley. Its goal is very clear, who is suitable for feeding as a tonic bait, it will be even its flesh and blood with the qi and draw all, the fifth raccoon is a warning, at this time, the shadowy creature Dan baby dual-phase golden eyes glittering, presenting a different meteorology from the ordinary filth.

The green bird diagonally lifting brake, steering the horse forward, still is not ignore that reputation outside the black master of state, straightforwardly lead eight hundred white horse righteousness from kill to that side of the two hundred imperial forest army. In the Johoran Mountains, before the great battle, the gongzi said with a smile that the fifth raccoon would be handed over to him, the blue bird from the beginning did not doubt that the gongzi could remove the head of the fifth raccoon, today, the gongzi pestered the Yang Taiyang, she will not add to the snake as well.

The black-clothed boy has abandoned his horse and is on foot, but his figure is like rolling thunder on level ground, far exceeding the galloping horse with outstanding footwork, once again showing what it means to be the first of ten thousand enemies in a battlefield!

Wang Chong of the Feng Zi Camp subconsciously glanced over as he lined up alongside His Highness with his warhorse, gripping his lance in his hand tightly as he softly said, ”Lin Heng, keep an eye on it. His Highness has single-handedly carried on with the old bald donkey Yang Taiyou again this time, and has not let us down.”

Quickly leaving behind the stagnant His Highness Yuan Zuozong and the trio of black-robed old monks, the White Horse Boxers who had launched their charge were all so hot-blooded that they were almost trembling. Seven hundred of them previously followed such an unscrupulous son who has never set foot in the barracks once, said that in addition to bullying the water spirit of the little mother is only left in the building to throw a thousand dollars of ability, who is not blocked in the heart of these years, is not panicked? This all the way westbound rush, that wear a sword and wear a sword of Beiliang big son brother is still not a word, also never thought to say a few words of easy-going body words, well in face warm warm, are not. Only in the previous distance of two miles from the Iron Gate Pass, said in a deep voice: “Today, follow me to kill Liyang Prince Zhao Kai.”

Two hundred paces from the enemy.

Yuan Meng let out a monstrous roar, “White Horse Boxers! Fight to the death!”

Two hundred imperial cavalrymen simultaneously launched an onslaught, and the sixteen Golden Sword Guards did not leave a single person behind, all mounting their horses to meet the enemy.

Zhao Kai always sat in the horseman’s position, squinting and looking away. The Rune General Golden Armor stood quietly in front of the vehicle with both hands holding the ancient hilt of the great sword and thrusting it into the earth. This ferocious sword was exchanged for the life of the entire family of a famous sword maker of the world, the puppet within the golden armor was even a great master after being flayed by the hands of Han Woliji back then, and its individual battle power was enough to crush the remaining four abandoned rune armors.

A snow-white robe of the tantric woman bodhisattva one hand in front of the chest seal, one hand as a flat support bottle, yellow sand in the palm of the hand above a few feet high in the crazy spinning cohesion, gathering sand into a tower, but slowly achieved a number of stars and buckets vortex image.

Zhao Kai clenched the whip stood up, take a deep breath, “I will die here?”

The sturdy horsewhip in his hand suddenly crumbled inch by inch, this prince whispered and laughed, “How can I die here!”

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History books, especially the wild history, prefer to the name of the ten thousand enemies to describe that type of battlefield generals, but no one will take it seriously, but a thousand enemies, in the Liyang dynasty military does exist, although the phoenix, but after all, there has been a precedent, when the Xu family for the son of God to open the western Sichuan, remove the king of western Sichuan and a large number of officials swore to defend the country’s gates, would rather die than subjected to the Liyang, would rather die than to escape from the Imperial City, and even more so as the western Sichuan royal family of the Sword Emperor a sword! Guarding the city gate, but unfortunately, after the force after the first exhaustion, was crushed to death by the Northern Liang iron horsemen, that battle, Xishu Jian Huang in three incense sticks of time to kill the elite cavalry eight hundred people, after the death of the horse’s hooves trampled, and then by Chu Lushan will be a flag inserted on top of the body. Smoke of the long spring and autumn chaotic war, so that the military armor are on the fight to kill the top masters of the jianghu have a lot of practical experience, must be in their own side of the morale of the collapse before, alive to wear out the opponent, do not give it a chance to catch their breath, these corpses and bones of life piled up valuable experience, by the old pawns continue to pass on to the new pawns, passed on from generation to generation. Wang Zhi as the Jiange riding general, the south is that the sword emperor sword folded people died in Western Sichuan, the north of Liang, not to mention, there is Chen Zhi Bao, and the consort grave survived the Yuan Zuozong, can be called a veritable enemy of a thousand, naturally often take these pugilistic characters as a hypothetical enemy to train the cavalry.

But the opposite side of that red python clothes eunuch battle force of fierce, killing wrist of the sly, still let Wang Zhi a little surprised.

Han Diaoji a line straight, red python robes fluttering in the wind, hands are floating hundreds of red silk, finger picking people’s heads, often divided into corpses.

In addition to Wang Zhi a Northern Liang knife cut some red thread, plus a few powerful generals survived, no less than thirty cavalry to this cat strangled. The good thing is that the cavalry battle formation at the beginning of the pursuit of multiple rounds of killing, and strive to thick, even if part of the cavalry impact advantage, even if it is given to Han Diaoji behind the 2,000 horsemen an inherent advantage, but also to do their best to detour to intercept the old eunuch! A few days ago, Wang Zhi got a secret order is very simple, just two words: stall! With what? Wang Zhi in addition to a thousand riders to maintain their strength, to prevent the opposite side of the two thousand people who know each other’s roots in one fell swoop, to participate in the battle of two thousand riders is not a hornet wildly surging up, but divided into twenty hundred cavalry, and make sure to go in and out of the degree of the number of possessions of the wheel of war to the limit of the best play.

Wang Zhi has had three sharp encounters with Han Sable Temple, a sword, the remaining two are stooping down to pick up the dead robes of the lance, a horseback gun after the red cat, thrown to the back, a lance was long eyes of the general dense red silk around the back, directly to the winding and stirring, Wang Zhi the third thrown directly to the horse, a red oozing cat actually pulled the horse to pull the air up to avoid the flying gun, but also the head of the five cavalrymen around the head of the horse. Pulled the heads of the surrounding five cavalrymen together into the air.

Wang Zhi killed with red eyes and cursed, “Your mother, really not human!”

Behind Wang Zhi there were eight thousand hooves stamping the ground with a loud, gradual sound.

Wang Zhi made a gesture, and the thousand horses that were not moving split apart and began to rush like a flood around the reef in the center of the great river, rushing towards the two thousand horses led by He Yan. More supplemented by the six branches of the peripheral rangers who did not have the possibility to surround the murderous cats in the first place, to start a ferocious collision fight.

Wang Zhi rubbed his cheeks haphazardly, spat out a mouthful of bloodied saliva, and said fiercely, “If I don’t die this time, I’ll ask the King of Beiliang for a 10,000-man ranger general anyhow!”

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Chen Zhi Bao said that he would kill Xu Weixiong and take her corpse to Xishu to claim the throne, not showing any mercy at all, not dragging his feet in the slightest.

Every time Plum Zi Wine touched with the Red Chi-Chi Ancient Sword, the famous sword exploded with a string of clear sounds like a dragon’s roar, trembling and lilting.

With each impact, the sleeve of Xu Weixiong’s right arm, which held the sword in his right hand, shook violently.

The mystery of plum wine is far more than that, Chen Zhi Bao time and again out of the gun seems to be gentle and elegant, not half a bit of fire, but a sword once shaking sleeve, one after another rushed to the elite cavalry of the great snow dragon riders on the unexplained violent death, clearly have not been close to the two people within 20 paces, will be a clean and simple, as if being a gun pierced through the chest, and even can not feel the pain, the shape of the body backward flying backward, fell down to the yellow sand.

Chen Zhi Bao suddenly swung plum wine, swept out, will Xu Weixiong hand red chi dragon sword swung out of an ordinary sword will break horrifying arc.

Xu Weixiong one person and one horse behind the front and back of the two iron horsemen again inexplicably killed in action, before falling into the horse, the body in the air with the red chi sword in the same way, curved out an arc.

Gently take back the plum wine, Chen Zhi Bao finger ground gun tip spinning out a gun flower, looking toward the woman spitting out blood, blandly laughed: “This is only when the plum is still green. Are you really not going to extend your left hand? Taoism’s second talismanic sword red chi, in the end it’s actually still the word ‘edict’ ah.”

Xu Weixiong was silent.

Chen Zhi Bao turned his head to look at the Iron Gate Pass, “I had wanted to go there, chop off the python dragon along with it, and then enter Shu alone, so that I can justify it to anyone.”

Plum wine in his hand, plums gradually through deep purple.

Xu Weixiong threw up the red chi dragon high.

It was so high in the sky that it attracted heavenly thunder.

Xu Weixiong was about to blurt out the word “edict”.

A shot penetrated his abdomen.

Chen Zhi Bao pulled out the plum wine and brought out a stream of blood from the woman’s body, his face expressionless.

Xu Weixiong is still trying to say the word “imperial edict”, but also to the white spinning to the end of the gun, a shot knocked down the horse.

Looks like mercy, but in fact, this shot of plum green to purple, is considered a real killing move.

At this time.

There is a woman who came down from the south with a sword.

Behind the woman, there is a green-shirted Confucian scholar leisurely followed.

The young woman is absolutely beautiful, the sword posture is free fairy, she ruthlessly cut a glance at the life of the second greatest enemy of Xu Weixiong, cold voice: “I’ll just look, do not want me to take action.”

Instead, that accounted for all the world’s eight dipper wind flow of middle-aged Confucian light smile opened: “plum purple when good into the wine.”

Da Guan Zi Cao Changqing floated over to the woman, holding the woman whose soul beckoned, pressing her heart pulse, then gently putting in a pill and putting her down gently.

Whether she is dead or alive, heaven knows.

I’m just doing my best.

In fact, the human force to attract the heavenly calamity is still difficult to escape death.

The dead man should die.

If it is not to detect the vision of this place, yellow sand millions of miles, even the land god Cao Changqing simply can not catch up.

Cao Changqing got up and poked out a hand, asked: “Confucian saint Chen Zhi Bao, can we fight?”

This white-clothed war immortal, who no one in the world knew that he had quietly become a saint, lifted up a stick of plum wine surrounded by purple qi and calmly said, “Please.”