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    Previously, the Beimang Army God, the young vassal king, the Peach Blossom Sword God and Luoyang in white had left the hinterland of the Beimang army one after another. Only one person in Huishan Ziyi was left who insisted on continuing to advance forward, facing Deng Mao and the layers upon layers of soldiers alone.  The prairie cavalry.

    Broken Spear Deng Mao had to sincerely admire the courage of this Central Plains woman, who was truly as good as any man in the world.

    Deng Mao, who has always been taciturn, couldn't help but ask: "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, why is this happening?"

    Xuanyuan Qingfeng has broken through the formation so far. He is extremely murderous, and his attacks are worthy of the words "as powerful as a collapsed bow, and as powerful as thunder." Along the way, whether it is a heavily armored infantry or an elite cavalry, as long as it is  If you get caught by her, you will definitely end up dead without any body parts.  The reason why she can be called the Liyang Twins together with the young feudal lord is not only because of her extremely high realm, but also Xuanyuan Qingfeng's foundation, both physical and qi, are very solid and solid, and the qi in her body is both powerful and long.

    Xuanyuan Qingfeng clasped his hands behind his back, and the south wind blew on the battlefield. The mistress of Daxueping, who had her back to Jubei City, had her black hair and skirt fluttering to the north.

    She is as graceful as a god.

    Deng Mao had followed Luoyang and Yelu Dongtang to Zhulu Mountain in the Central Plains, and even intercepted the convoy escorting Gao Shulu south to Guangling Road in Liyang. He followed the two people around Liyang, so he was no stranger to the Jianghu in the Central Plains.  He is the nominal guest of the Yelu family of Yelu Dongtang. He is somewhat similar to Huishan Huang Fangfo and Dragon Palace Ji Liu'an. His status is relatively transcendent, but he must not be regarded simply as a vine attached to a big tree. According to legend, Deng Mao encountered a setback on the grassland in his early years.  In silence, Yelu Hongcai, who was honored as "Old Master" by the powerful people in Beiting, helped him and treated him as a guest. Deng Mao was naturally grateful.  If you say you have no friendship with Luoyang, you are deceiving yourself. In fact, the proud and arrogant Deng Mao respects Luoyang very much, which is mixed with the admiration between men and women and the admiration of people in the same way. But what is Deng Mao's ambition?  When the martial arts reaches the top, the faint feelings towards the leader of Zhulu Mountain have been kept deep in my heart, like a jar of old wine buried in the ground. I don¡¯t need to take it out to drink, but I can¡¯t bear to part with it. I just need to remember it occasionally, and it seems that I can  I smelled the aroma of wine lingering on my nose.

    At this time, the two were confronting each other. In terms of realm, Deng Mao, the master of Beimang who lived in the same era as Zhong Liang and Murong Baoding, as a senior figure in the martial arts world in purple clothes from Huishan, was half a realm lower than Xuanyuan Qingfeng.  , it is just an ordinary celestial realm, far from touching the threshold of land gods, but even though he is as conceited as Xuanyuan Qingfeng, he still does not act rashly, and does not feel that he can easily get past this man and take off the head of Prince Beimang, and he can already take off the head of Prince Beimang from the side.  It was obvious that she was afraid of Deng Mao.  Of course, Xuanyuan Qingfeng also had plans to accumulate qi and return to its peak, and he did not deliberately hide this. Deng Mao's failure to stop him seemed to underestimate the enemy, but it was actually a choice. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's qi was indeed rising steadily, but  The previous indomitable momentum was declining slightly.

    Deng Mao was actually reluctant to see the death of this legendary woman, but seeing Xuanyuan Qingfeng's posture, Deng Mao knew that it would be useless to say more.

    Since he can be placed near "Tian Yuan" on this chessboard by the Taiping Order of Beimang, as the most important chess piece to check and balance Xu Fengnian, King of Northern Liang, Deng Mao had no time to use his trump card against Xu Fengnian. How can he use common sense?  conjecture?

    Xuanyuan Qingfeng's green hair on her temples flutters freely, and her heart feels like still water.

    ??If we talk about the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, he is located at the highest point on the battlefield.

    ? Then she deserves to be located in the northernmost part of Jubei City.

    Deng Mao finally laughed loudly and asked: "Do you really not regret it?"

    Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked indifferent and had no heroic words.

    The daughter of Xuanyuan Jingcheng has never known regret in her life.

    Deng Mao took a heavy step, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was dressed in purple and stained with blood, swept forward almost at the same time.

    Both of them tacitly chose to fight in close quarters.

    Life and death can be divided within one foot!

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    The large bamboo pole fluttering in the wind caused waves of ripples and a hunting sound.

    Prince Yelu Hongcai of Beimang, who was wearing golden armor, had a gloomy face. The magnificent beam of light that symbolized the majesty of heaven fell from the sky and landed in the open space in front of His Highness. Yelu Hongcai had no idea that under such terrifying suppression,  The young lord of Liyang did not turn into powder and was still able to escape. This was tantamount to a big slap in the face of His Royal Highness, and he did not forget to say "see you later".  Although Yelu Hongcai had been forced to stay dormant due to the situation for more than ten years and managed to survive quite a lot, at the peak of his life when he was almost the most satisfied and satisfied, he felt that the entire Central Plains was within his grasp.  At a sensitive moment, King Xinliang single-handedly took down the law of heaven, which made Yeluhong, who had an army of 400,000 people, feel a strong sense of resentment, which was engraved in his heart with each blow.

    The most fearful thing in the world is comparison, beauties, famous generals, powerWealth is like this.

    Before Yelu Hongcai met Xu Fengnian, in recent years, his ears had almost become calloused by the news about this man who slaughtered his eldest son. Regarding Xu Fengnian, who had successfully squeezed out Chen Zhibao and finally succeeded in inheriting the hereditary throne, Yelu Hongcai  Deep down in his heart, he actually responded with a complex feeling of sympathy and sympathy for each other. This is why the Beimang Princess, who used the pseudonym Fan Bainu, sneaked into Liangzhou and took the initiative to convey her goodwill to the young vassal king.

    Yeluhong glanced at Yiqi in the distance. She and the talkers from Qi Jian Yue Mansion gathered together, probably discussing how to intercept those Central Plains masters.  There was no tenderness in Yelu Hongcai's eyes when he looked at her. Even though she had been sleeping with him for more than ten years, they only maintained a superficial respect for each other.  Her nickname was Han Gu. She suddenly turned her head and looked at him. Yeluhong suddenly put on a warm smile. She nodded towards him, then turned around to continue discussing with others.

    Yelu Hongcai's face quickly turned cold after she withdrew her gaze. When a timid Xue guard behind him quietly patted his horse and came to his side, Yelu Hongcai's gentle expression came from the bottom of his heart. On such a vast grassland, this  In the end, the prince of Beimang was the only one with whom he could talk to someone who could have some intimate conversations with him.  Different from the bloody horse that Yelu Hongcai rode, the attendant's mount was a tall, snow-white horse, exuding an oily luster similar to mutton-fat jade. The young cavalryman wore a slightly larger helmet on his head.  Covering his eyebrows, revealing most of his extremely feminine and handsome face, Yeluhong looked at him carefully keeping a distance from him, with undisguised love and affection in his eyes, and chuckled: "It doesn't matter if you get closer."

    The young cavalryman narrowed his naturally charming narrow eyes, looked at the battlefield in the south, and said slowly: "The horses galloping from the north are so arrogant, and they sing to the south wind. The first half of the sentence is suitable for the scene, but the second half is not.  .¡±

    Prince Beimang, who was not familiar with poetry and disdained arty poetry, couldn't help but asked curiously: "What's the explanation? Is there any allusion in it?"

    The personal attendant with the title of Chou Xue Guard rolled his eyes audaciously and said angrily: "Even if we capture the Central Plains in the future, how will you deal with the remnants of Liyang in the future with your little knowledge?"

    Yeluhong burst out laughing, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "It's not you."

    The young cavalryman curled his lips, looked at the eye-catching bright purple clothes in the distance, and said with his tongue: "A woman should be content with her life."

    Ye Luhong followed the line of sight of his subordinates and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng fighting with Broken Spear Deng Mao. He disapproved and said: "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, what can you do? Together with Xu Fengnian, there are a total of eighteen martial arts masters outside Jubei City, facing us on the grassland."  The iron cavalry still cannot escape death. The best outcome for this Daxueping martial arts leader is to die under Deng Mao's broken spear, or die in the charge of the iron cavalry. Otherwise, surviving on the battlefield will be worse than death.  Tragic. With her identity and appearance, once she becomes a prisoner and her cultivation is ruined, not to mention the great Xiti of Beiting, I am afraid that even some old and powerful bosses in the Xijing temple will spend thousands of taels of gold to buy her.  .¡±

    The young cavalryman's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he sighed with emotion: "If that day comes, the moment Xuanyuan Qingfeng loses her martial arts, she will actually be dead. It's like the generals and ministers in the temple, as long as they lose their official  The hat is like having the spine taken out.¡±

    Yelu Hongcai didn't believe Xuanyuan Qingfeng could pose a threat to him at all. The old god said: "The beauties in the world are like the water plants on our grassland. They appear every year. If you cut one crop, there will be another next year. Although Xuanyuan Qingfeng  The beauty is indeed rare, but in the future, if you add a grassland to a central plain, you will be able to find many peerless beauties after searching carefully. To be honest, the women who finally made it to the Rouge Review all have prominent status and are women of ordinary backgrounds.  , it is really difficult to get on the list. So, in the final analysis, men with power in the world like women¡¯s faces, but they also like the clothes on women even more, such as"

    The young cavalryman glanced sideways at Beimang Crown Princess, who had met the two festival-masters at an unknown time, and sneered: "Like her?"

    Ye Luhong said half-jokingly: "She is the only one who can join the next rouge review only when she becomes the queen in the future."

    Yeluhong was silent for a moment, then turned his head and said seriously: "You are different, different from her, and different from them."

    After hearing this, the cavalryman did not turn around to look at Yelu Hongcai. He just raised his head slightly and said with arrogance: "Of course!"

    In Jianzhou, southeast of Liyang, there was once a prophecy that was widely circulated, but as the dust of the Guniu Dagang incident settled, the ripples had long since disappeared.

    "One female and one male, the female enchants the city, the male enchants the country, both fly into the Wutong Palace."

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    The infantry formation on Beimang Middle Road was cut in half by two men wearing white and red robes.Luoyang and Xu Ying responded from left to right, and the number of infantry behind them each time did not exceed 300.

    The one-armed sword-eating ancestor stood behind the two female masters. Within a radius of twenty feet, sword energy was like a rainbow, flowing erratically. Intruders without permission were like falling into a trap and were killed on the spot.

    Not only that, Sui Xiegu, with fluttering white clothes and snowy eyebrows, twirled his long eyebrows with two fingers and said silently: "Start the battle."

    Among the remaining flying swords that were dropped outside Jubei City by the young feudal lord, more than two thousand intact long swords rose up one after another. Each long sword flew into the air and swept long, connected head to tail, and landed on Sui Xiegu's body one after another.  In front, straight into the ground, there are more than a thousand swords in a row, two rows in total, neatly arrayed in the open space in front of the sword-eating ancestor.

    ??Use the sword formation to conclude the step formation.

    Sui Xiegu closed his eyes, smiled, and murmured to himself: "The mainstay, the center of the river rises, the rolling floods, the mighty Changchun."

    Sui Xiegu suddenly took a deep breath, and nearly two thousand broken flying swords fell behind the old man one after another. However, these long swords did not penetrate into the ground, but hung in the air, like a sword formation and a crossbow formation.

    Finally, Sui Xiegu took another deep breath.

    Suddenly, the tall and burly old man's body bloomed with brilliant white light in all directions.

    Sui Xiegu, who had eaten countless famous swords in the world, dispersed the sword energy accumulated for hundreds of years into two large formations. Each flying sword was instilled with a wisp of sharp sword energy. In an instant, he felt like a psychic rhinoceros, as if he had gained spirituality.  Whether it was a foot formation with vertical swords or a crossbow formation with horizontal swords, the two large formations of four thousand swords were all trembling and wailing at the same time.

    The old man murmured in a low voice: "Li Chungang, you broke an armor of two thousand and six in Guangling River with one sword. I, Sui Xiegu, don't want to lose to you"

    The old man who once exchanged arms with Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Li Chungang passed away with a smile on his face.

    The two sword formations are in perfect harmony.

    A hundred years of energy, vomited out in three mouths.
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