Chapter 249: Old and New in succession

Three hundred imperial guards pressed the hilt of their swords at the same time, even though earlier the Ministry of Justice experts were repelled by the young feudal king’s move and posed to break into the Chintian Supervisor, these three hundred elite Zhao Chamberlains wearing light armor and golden swords still didn’t draw their swords to kill the enemy immediately.

This of course does not mean that the imperial guards are not useful embroidered pillows, not to mention the imperial guards have a good temper, if replaced by any other person standing at the door, carrying a secret order of the three hundred imperial guards, has long rushed up to kill.

But, in front of the young man who somehow did not wear a feudal king python robe, after all, is the son of the general Xu Snapu who holds three hundred thousand northwestern iron horsemen, but also with the Cao Changqing Deng Ta’a Qiqi’s great master of the martial arts, only in terms of the reputation of the world, I am afraid to exceed the rest of the two gods of the land a chip.

Whoever draws the knife first will die first, the reason is so simple.

The Ministry of Criminal Justice to give a person to fly, the deputy commander of the imperial forest army had to hard top position, the stout figure of the top masters, waist hanging wear a “Yong Hui Tian Zi” imperial knife.

The reign of the late emperor, the court master craftsman took five years to forge eighteen handles one after another, of which the earliest three handles are treasured in the inner, the late emperor only wearing a golden dragon parade armor to participate in hunting, will only wear one of the handles. To the end of the Yong Hui until the end of the year, in addition to the Royal Forestry Army, the three deputy commander was given three handle, Yong Hui Tian Zi sixteen, seventeen and eighteen, in accordance with the rules, the Royal Forestry Army commander’s position will not be hereditary, but the golden sword will be “hereditary”, that is to say, only sit on these three positions are eligible to wear these three knives. Gu Jiantang, King of Shu, Chen Zhibao, Tongxi sword fairy Lu Baijie, and just went to the capital on the court of Wu Chongxuan, the Liyang dynasty successive four military ministers, each given a handle, to be able to private heirloom. Four conquests four towns eight generals, in addition to Wu Chongxuan, only the northern generals army horse Lu Lang was awarded this honor, but the five “Hui word knife”, the specific font size is how much, no one knows.

Today’s son of heaven after ascending the throne, ordered in accordance with the Yong Hui Tian Zi knife imitation of nearly 500 new imperial knife, personally named Xiang Fu Daye knife, referred to as Daye knife, sheaths clear for the wood and gold peach skin sheaths, hand guards for the oval iron and gold hollowed out disk, within the three can be moved to the jade dragon, but also very similar to the hand, raise the hand to carry the knife, knocking as the dragon, can be said to be a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

The deputy commander of the imperial guards took a deep breath, his tone was no longer as rigid and stiff as the unlucky man from the Ministry of Justice earlier, and said in a deep voice: “King of Beiliang, please don’t make things difficult for us.”

Xu Fengyen who stood by the sword was silent, not drawing out the ordinary old-fashioned cool sword that was cast very early, but gently knocking his finger to flick the hilt of the sword.

Like the sound of a drum in Northern Liang.

To be able to become the deputy commander of the Imperial Forestry Army of Liyang Zhao room, naturally will not be greedy and afraid of death, this burly man sprinkled a smile, with a few points of both food king’s salary will be generous for the king’s intention to die, probably knowing that the heart will die, not in previous years in the palace on the side of the son of God when the old board, looking at the Northwest feudal king in front of him, brightly laughed: “The old Dongyue countryside martial arts man Yang Dongping, twelve years Twelve years ago into the capital as imperial guards, counting has been away from the jianghu twelve years, the last battle of this life, to be able to fight with the king of northern Liang, not in vain!”

After saying his last words, Yang Dongping drew out the Yong Hui Tian Zi XVII imperial sword that he didn’t know who he would give it to after his death in battle, and shouted, “Meet the enemy!”

Three hundred Xiangfu Daye swords were neatly sheathed.

Yang Dongping took the lead in charging forward with his sword, roaring, “Retreat the enemy with me!”

In an instant, twenty imperial guards including Yang Dongping swooped in successively.

In addition to maintaining the thickness of the formation outside the front gate of the Qin Tian Supervisor, one hundred imperial forest guards did not move, the rest of the guards swept towards the left and right flanks of the battlefield of the Northern Liang King and Yang Dongping’s one, obviously not only to block the young vassal king’s path forward, but also to intercept even the retreating path.

More than two hundred imperial guards are very fast, a time outside the gate of the Qin Tian Jian as a group of butterflies fluttering brilliantly, so that the formation is located in the gate of the Li family armor are dazzled, but also a chill through the bones, ask yourself, in this kind of imposing siege, unusual experts really can survive?

The first Yang Dongping every step in the street issued a dull vibration, he did not dare to leap up and head chopping, the face of the Beiliang King of such a disparity in their own strength of the great masters, too many openings, is destined to be the end of a move to death, even if it is quite conceited of the first grade of the realm of vajra Yang Dongping, but also only to pick the most conservative moves, the knife as a sword with the tip of the knife straight to stab the Beiliang King of the chest, and the knife did not make full force to leave three or four points! The knife did not use its full strength, leaving three or four points of air to prepare for future problems, in case of defeat, sparing injuries to escape from life, never let the Northern Liang King a move to win. Although Yang Dongping away from the Central Plains jianghu more than ten years, reputation is not obvious, but his collection of countless martial arts secret manuals in the palace a day dare not slack off, martial arts road, against the tide of the boat does not advance or retreat, the talent of the bones are considered outstanding Yang Dongping, in the more than ten years is more resistant to loneliness, and does not care about the finger Xuan masters of the name, but the realm of the vajra realm of the cultivation of the exercise to be incomparably solid, the knife, the melting of a number of kinds of not transmitted to the world This knife, the integration of several kinds of non-transmitted mastery, and once received the former Secretary of the Palace of Justice, Han Sheng Xuan’s instructions, this knife almost reached the realm of the return of simplicity to the realm of the great success, without any excess of majestic momentum, simple and unadorned, the breath of the inner convergence.

Even though Yang Dongping did not dare to slight the new masters of the world, he soon realized that he had not met with the top masters for many years, and once he met this level of the King of Beiliang, the slightest mistake was enough to be fatal.

Yang Dongping’s intention is a knife can not be built, see the opportunity is not good to fight with the king of the northern Liang stagger, or retreat on the spot, there are behind the imperial guards to fill the position, to help delay the battle, they will eventually have a chance of survival, then continue to fight again is.

Unfortunately, Yang Dongping did not think of himself, actually died in the matter of not overestimating himself, but seriously underestimated the opponent.

The young man in onyx did not have any attempt to block, let the iron like mud Yong Hui 17th imperial sword stabbed straight to the chest.

At that time between the trade-offs, a line of life and death, thought the opportunity to take advantage of the Yang Dongping five fingers between the violent surge of Qi, no longer stored power, the imperial sword guards in the hands of the three jade dragons suddenly clanging dragon sound.

When the tip of the knife can barely touch the young man’s heart linen and then will be able to follow the trend of a knife through the body, suddenly from the body of the knife back to a burst of huge strength, the hand knife such as hitting the mountain, as if to hit a stone with an egg.

Yang Dongping has been decisive to immediately give up this precious extraordinary Yong Hui imperial sword, but the North Liang King in his just let go at the same time, has a palm outstretched, Yang Dongping the whole person as if suffered from a siege hammer violently, so that the body is still slightly forward, but the entire chest instantly are sunken, and back at the same time, protruding a large piece.

First Grade Vajra Realm Yang Dongping, the Vice Commander of the Imperial Guard, died on the spot.

Yang Dongping’s body flew backwards and crashed into a guard who was waiting for a chance to pounce forward to kill the young Clan King, and the unrivaled force of the impulse blew out a large, wanton splatter of blood on the chest of the latter who was too late to dodge.

Behind the guards tried to reach out to stop the “seriously injured” colleagues, click sound, arm exploded, do not give him a chance to regret, backward momentum without signs of exhaustion of the two ruthlessly hit him.

Then the three corpses flew out together, skidding on the ground, the corpses slowly stopped in front of one hundred imperial guards who formed a formation and did not move like a mountain, and on the ground, a scarlet blood trail flowed out.

The dead were dead, the living, shocking to the eyes.

After Yang Dongping was killed by a palm strike, the Yong Hui Tian Zi sword that was supposed to be passed on to the next Vice Commander of the Imperial Forestry Army after the battle came out of his hand, and Xu Fengyen lightly and casually waved his hand.

The sheathed imperial sword thrown up high slightly paused, and then as if by the land sword fairy driving a flying sword, began the imperial sword first a knife wiped through the neck of an imperial forest guard, the next instant, penetrated the shoulder of the side of the same colleague, the left shoulder into the right shoulder out, a nearby guard who raised the sword to leap up high, but also was cut off by the waist with a knife.

A large circular arc swirled back around Xu Fengnian.

After all, this set of imperial guards is a number of great internal experts, in the “Yong Hui seventeen” that arc of the trajectory, there is no lack of people out of the knife or to save their lives or to intercept, but without exception, as long as the knife, the temporary owner of the Yong Hui seventeen are unharmed, but the other guards in the hands of the auspicious symbol of the Daye knife are broken on the spot.

Without seeing any movement from Xu Fenian, Yong Hui Seventeen began to draw a second circular arc with a wider range.

At the same time, within the first circle around Xu Fenian, the swords of all the imperial guards who died before they were able to make their swords start to leave the ground and fly into the air, joining the arc trajectory.

On the second arc that was even further away from Xu Feng Nian’s figure, the ear-piercing sound of daiye swords exploding and tautly snapping was constantly heard, and there were constantly corpses falling to the ground.

The one hundred and sixty or so imperial guards who were still alive were forced to stand outside the arc, seemingly surrounding the Beiliang King who had yet to actually strike his sword in layers, but in fact, they could not even grasp a piece of the young feudal king’s clothes.

When Xu Fengyen began to lift his feet forward, the arc that was visible but traceable at a fast pace suddenly appeared to have a ripple of change, occasionally jumping off the arc and obliterating a particular guard before continuing to return to the arc’s trajectory.

Twenty or so guards who were caught off guard were immediately killed.

I don’t know who was the first to call out “break the formation together”, but the imperial guards outside the circle began to slash at the arc, forgetting their own lives.

In a single breath, a normal person may not even realize it. And in martial arts on the level of ordinary martial arts, a breath of air, still but as rain drops off the eaves, touching the ground that disappears, but martial arts master, air long as a river, from the hands of the formulation of the division of the martial arts of the four realms of the earth celestial Gao Tingshu, very early in the body of the eight hundred miles of the saying that has been passed down.

Strength of similar experts against the enemy, to a large extent is that “a gas fight”, who breath longer, often can be invincible, who change gas time is shorter, it will be able to faster seize the fleeting opportunity, thus I live and you die.

The remaining imperial guards, no matter what, found themselves unable to let the young feudal lord continue to comfortably “one breath”.

Xu Fengyen continued to move forward, ignoring the imperial guards’ efforts to break the formation, and turned his head to glance at Xu Yanbing, who was holding the Shakura Gun, and the latter nodded with a smile.

Xu Yan Bing accompanied this time, not to help kill people, not even to help Xu Fenian block the iron armored heavy cavalry at both ends of the street.

All of these people would be left to Xu Fengyen, who was amongst a brand new realm in the Lower Mawei Post Pavilion, to resolve on his own.

Rather, before Xu Fengyen walked into the Qintian Supervisor, involving two people and two formations.

Xu Fengyi is in Tai’an City today this year.

Just like Wang Xianzhi standing in Wudi City on the other day of his year!

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

But the presence or absence of this state of mind, in turn, has an impact on the cultivation, previously Xu Fengyen in the last moment of the lower Mawei, truly achieved a veritable one man against two, in fact, has already explained everything.

At that time.

Cao Changqing, Luo Yang, Wu See, Xuanyuan Qingfeng and the others, were intentional.

Deng Tai’a, Chen Zhi Bao, Yu Xin Lang, Chai Qingshan and the others, on the other hand, did it unintentionally.

On top of the empty street, Xu Yan Bing took a light breath, and the spear in his hand shook greatly.

This man who had been severely neglected in both the Liyang Dynasty and the Jianghu of the Central Plains, a middle-aged martial artist that the onlookers had almost never heard of stepping out of Northern Liang’s jurisdiction, and who did not have too many notable battle results against the enemy, looked up at that heaven-transmitting platform of the Qin Tian Supervisory Authority, “Chen Zhi Bao, Xie Guanying, who is going to come first? Or come together?”

Inside the platform, Xie Guanying helplessly said, “The two of us, those who can fight, you’re not willing to fight, those who can run, I can’t run for the time being, what should we do? It’s a headache.”

Chen Zhi Bao blandly said, “The two big formations within the Chintian Supervision, Longhu Mountain that is used to confine Xu Yan Bing is not on the line.”

Xie Guan Ying sighed, “Although the size of the Spring and Autumn countries more than sixty square jade seals are all in, there is no Diffractive Sage personally sit in the town, the impact is not great, but if there is no Longhu Mountain array first to reduce Xu Fengyin’s strength, the effect is really a world of difference. The most important thing is that you are again unwilling to make a move ……”

Chen Zhi Bao interrupted this ambitious reader’s words, “You should be clear, Xu Fengyen came here to do something I a thing I would have done in the future as well, I am already giving you face just by standing here. If you want to take the opportunity to make the Liyang Beilang Qi count jade and stone, then do it with your skills.”

Xie Guanying laughed to himself, “I know, I know, we are working together, we are all working with a tiger for its skin, I, Xie Guanying, know it in my heart.”

At this time, Jin Xin’an, who had been the leader of the Northlands Qi Practitioners for twenty years, suddenly ran into the Tongtian Terrace, his face terrified.

Xie Guanying frowned, his fingers in his sleeves pinched quickly, muttering to himself, “It’s not strange that Diffractive Sage Gong suddenly left the capital, but other than that, what other big variables can there be?”

Jin Xin’an’s face was ashen, and he said miserably, “Mr. Xie, I just personally went to the seal vault, only to find out that Duke Diffractive Sage had taken the central Great Seal symbolizing Confucianism’s qi at some point.”

Xie Guanying was first stunned, then laughed, shaking his sleeves, raising his eyes to the south, and said in a spirited manner, “Diffractive Sage, Diffractive Sage, do you really think that such a treacherous act can stop me, Xie Guanying? It’s just a mistake! You are all readers who read to death!”

On the stagecoach road, on a simple carriage traveling from north to south, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and a small schoolboy sat in the carriage.

The little book boy looked at the unprecedentedly fidgety sir, really couldn’t figure out what under the sky could make his own sir feel disturbed, the little book boy finally couldn’t help but curiously asked, “Sir, what’s wrong?”

Not waiting for the gentleman to give an answer, the little book boy had a flash of inspiration and felt that he had found the answer, grinning, “Sir wouldn’t be arriving in the capital with a bad stomach from the water and soil, right?”

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a small wooden box with ancient carvings on his knees, and remained motionless after hearing the child’s jibe.

The little scholar boy was worried and asked with a bitter face, “Sir, is he worried about the world affairs? Can I share the worries for mister?”

Soon the little schoolboy sighed heavily, “Definitely can’t, I don’t even have a title nowadays.”

The middle-aged Confucian smiled and said, “The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man. Having or not having the ability is secondary, having or not having moral righteousness in your heart should come before the ability.”

The little book boy’s face still did not look any better, “After following sir and reading so many holy books, these truths are naturally known.”

The Confucianist laughed, “This time you had to accompany me to the capital, in the end, you are still not thinking of slacking on your homework and reading to mister!”

The little scholar boy gave an oh, and began to loudly recite the ten rules of the family motto summarized by the gentleman’s life’s work.

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

Inside and outside the carriage, the sound of books was loud and clear.

Middle-aged Confucian began to close his eyes and concentrate, the reader, listening to the sound of reading.

“Seeing the virtuous and thinking of Qi Yan, see not virtuous and internal self-reflection.”

“Do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you.”

“I save myself three times a day. ……”

When the little book boy read the last sentence of the ten rules, “The scholar can not not be bold and resolute, the task is heavy and the road is long.”

The middle-aged Confucian followed the silent recitation of the sentence “Shi can not not Hong Yi, the task is heavy and the road is far away”, then suddenly opened his eyes, patted the shoulders of the little book boy, eyes resolute, slowly said: “Precisely because the task is heavy and the road is far away, my generation of readers, it is all the more important to remember one thing: the Shi can not not not Hong Yi. ”

The little book boy was not sure what to make of it, knowing that he nodded vigorously.

It was the contemporary Diffractive Sage Duke of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, smiled and opened the box.

Empty.

Diffractive Sage Duke said softly, “Xu Fengnian, with you Northern Liang fighting to the death in the front, I, the Central Plains, should be Hongyi in the back!”