The eleventh is finally here.-<  >-)

Whether it is careful layout or unintentional insertion, the most tragic character among the top ten masters has stepped on the most correct time and appropriate place, and almost immediately pinched Xu Fengnian's fatal hole. Li Chungang wanted to fight Wu Liuding, who carried Su Wang Jian, each representing the leader of new and old swordsmanship in the world, and he could escape in three moves and two moves. Wei Shuyang and Lu Qiantang have all gone to the reed marsh, which is an unpredictable bloody battle, even if he fights to death, it is possible to fight to the death. At this time, only the Dead Soldier Blue Bird, as well as Ning Emei and the 100 light cavalry behind him. Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at the big halberd Ning Emei, who was eager to try. Without asking, the powerful general of Beiliang holding the iron halberd of Bu, nodded and one hand

Raise, thirty light cavalry spread out in a fan shape, and thirty powerful crossbows pointed directly at the master who was famous in the world. It was undoubtedly another feud between iron-blooded soldiers and martial arts people. With the big halberd Ning Emei resisted, Xu Fengnian would not look at the eleventh for the time being, but stared at the old sword god who was rushing away. It was not that he sniffed Wang Mingyin, but the peak life-and-death battle between the masters. The moves were destined to be extremely clever. Whether it was Li Chungang or Wu Liuding, they were all sword-do heroes. Maybe any action would be more exquisite than the moves he picked from the secret book. It was a good thing to remember the outline, which would benefit him endlessly. Xu Fengnian couldn't help but whisper: "It's really tense."

Li Chungang took the sword and left. Wu Liuding faced the famous swordsman senior. Not only was he not afraid, he smiled with a hearty and free smile, twisted his hand, and flew forward with a bamboo pole, wearing a blue shirt and rushing forward. He held one end of the bamboo pole, which was exactly the same as on the river. Then he used a bamboo as a sword. The other end of the bamboo pole suddenly inserted into the road, shouting lightly, "Get up!"

That time, he once crossed the river and raised the boat with one rod. This time, he pried up a large area of ​​heavy mud from the mud road and smashed it at Li Chungang. After the bent bamboo lifted up the dust that covered the sky and the sun, the bamboo pole swirled back to his shoulders, stepped on the ground with a bang, and stepped on a big pit. The dust suddenly splashed under his feet. The bamboo pole that should have been brittle on the spot was pressed into a moving arc by his hands. He pressed the twisting technique with his hands. The big pole was like a full moon bow, bounced into the air, and shot the dust into it, injecting a sharp sword energy into it.

Li Chungang, who had a slim body, sneered and slashed away with his sword as usual, shattering the blind dust. At the same time, he made a spurt to smash the sword energy contained in it!

The dust was covered in the sky, and the soil mixed with abundant sword energy fell to the ground and pierced countless potholes. On the gap official road two hundred steps apart, the sword energy flew in a mess, and dozens of ravines appeared. Princess Jing'an was stunned. If she stayed on the spot, wouldn't she be really dismantled as Xu Fengnian said? She ended up dead without a complete corpse? The power of a light sword broke through the air and cracked the earth, which was so terrifying and invincible? Princess Pei had no impression of martial arts in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes. Today, she saw it with her own eyes and realized that it was terrifying. She turned her head and looked at Xu Fengnian secretly, but she did not see the clues in his eyes. She couldn't tell whether he was confident or lost.

Li Chungang's sword penetrated the sun like a rainbow, and the white light was dazzling. It fell rapidly in the dust and turned toward Wu Liuding. The sword was blocked by the sword energy of the bamboo pole and the dust. It seemed that it was not weak at all. The bamboo pole returned to Wu Liuding's toes and retreated quickly. In the slightest margin, the old sword god went down with a sharp sword, wrapped in an unparalleled sword intent, stabbing the Wu family's sword crown into a huge pit that was 100 feet deep. Wu Liuding in the green shirt chuckled softly, "What a sword immortal kneels down." While speaking leisurely,

The bamboo pole did not stagnate at all, bringing out a vast circle, sweeping towards the head of the old sword god, roaring into wind, and making a sound, the old sword god sneered, how dare the young man talk about swordsmanship with the bamboo pole in front of me? The long sword in his hand surged, even the vulgar can see the sword's tip green light lingering with the naked eye. The so-called sword energy, the high-level realm, is to make the sword develop a sense of a great spirit that connects the heaven and earth. People in the world only think that a real man should raise a three-foot green edge to kill people and destroy the enemy. Do you really think it is just a three-foot copper iron sword body?

Li Chungang, the one-armed sword, still had an understatement after falling on the road. (_-<  >-)

This time, Wu Liuding no longer avoided his sharpness, and the bamboo pole did not change its trajectory, and still swept across the thousands of troops.

The two of them had sword moves, just horizontally and vertically.

Li Chungang's hand clashed with the bamboo pole of Wu Liuding head-on, making a clanging sound of gold and stone that was unreasonable, piercing the eardrums. Poor Princess Pei covered her ears and screamed, but it was futile and almost vomited blood. Xu Fengnian frowned slightly, walked in front of her, invisibly blocking the aura ripples caused by this collision for her.

After Li Chungang's sword in his hand contacted the bamboo pole, it was not bounced away, but was like the bow of the boat teaching Xu Fengnian's sword move, and he instantly bounced the bamboo pole sixteen times, which was terrifying again and again. The green light, which was originally one inch long, burst to three inches. Others saw the green sword energy dancing in the old sword god's hand, and the bamboo pole was bent and turned again and again. Finally, he could not bear the old sword god's invasion of sword energy. It was like there was no end to the sword energy. It made a bang. The bamboo pole was only an ordinary bamboo pole. When it broke, Li Chungang, who had the opportunity, had no stranger face and took advantage of the opportunity to slash Wu Liuding's chest. The bamboo pole was broken into two. The latter held half a piece of his hands, retreating again and again, and drifting twenty steps. Li Chungang bullied himself twenty steps. The sword edge was always far from Wu Liuding's chest. The tip of the sword was half a foot away. The sword energy was like a spitting green snake, but it was only one foot away!

Wu Liuding finally stopped raising his sword. The one-handed bamboo pole turned into a two-handed sword. The Wu family's sword tomb is known for his sword moves. He can walk out of the tomb as a sword crown, and undoubtedly has a stunning attainment in swordsmanship. The bamboo pole does not produce a trace of sword energy, but is only good at making moves by magic. Even when facing Li Chungang, a sword master who stepped on the threshold of the sword immortal, he still took the domineering path and moved forward. Li Chungang frowned and let go, smiled slightly, and for some reason, he drew the green light on the sword. The sword aura no longer did, but he used sword moves to fight with his sword moves, strolling in the garden, and dealing with moves. The two fought close to each other, dazzled in the blink of an eye. They didn't know whether they had swung hundreds of swords or thousands of swords.

The eleventh battle in the world is also eye-opening. The Liyang Dynasty has eight crossbows. Apart from the four crossbows fired by foot, the other four are the cardinal crossbows among the iron cavalry of Beiliang, which is the most lethal and can not be inferior to the yellow stirrup crossbow. Therefore, this Beiliang standard crossbow is called "Kaishan", which is as famous as the Beiliang sword. Since it is dared to be called Kaishan, its strength is amazing. Thirty crossbows fired volleys, buzzing through the air, but the eleventh Wang Mingyin just walked forward without fear.

He made a hand and pointed at the air in front of him, and landed the first wave of arrow rain to the ground. After the rain poured over, the second wave of arrow rain suddenly came. Wang Mingyin, who had a scheming expression, no longer pointed at the country with one hand, clenched his fists, and his clothes were bulging, and he actually acted as a rude attitude to resist the crossbow. The several waves of arrow rain were violently bounced away by the aura he wandered outside his body, and they were inserted into the ground obliquely. For a moment, Wang Mingyin was covered with arrows, and he walked straight towards the thirty horses without any injuries.

If a crossbow is angry, it can only be called a crossbow.

But this farmer kept silent and blocked the crossbows that were constantly splashing ink.

He said he wanted to use the crown prince’s head on his neck and head.

Then you will do what you say.

Yuan Meng, the captain of Fengziying, whose pupils were shrinking, staring at the unknown person in the world, and he stepped on the reins and rode his horse and took a sword to kill him. The Northern Liang Light Cavalry was familiar with the cooperation. Twenty people in fan-shaped squads on both sides of Yuan Meng once again set off the crossbow to create momentum, and the remaining ten people behind him followed the captain to draw swords and rush. The Northern Liang Army attached importance to the first place in horse politics. Not to mention how powerful the heavy armored iron cavalry was, even the horses equipped by the Light Cavalry were far from comparable to the cavalry outside of Beiliang. Moreover, Fengziying was a direct guard of the Northern Liang army.

The horses they rode were all heavy, seven feet high and weighed more than two thousand kilograms. Under the rushing momentum, the cavalry, whether they were wearing swords or carrying guns, were like mountain torrents, and their combat power was amazing. Pei Nanwei did not know much about the Spring and Autumn War, but heard that the cavalry in the Northern Liang was invincible. Today, when he saw the ten cavalry rushing momentum, he couldn't help but feel a little dazzled. Ten men and ten horses were like this. The 300,000 iron cavalry under the command of the King of Northern Liang, how arrogant should it be when he straddled the six kingdoms?

But the next scene made Princess Pei widen her eyes. The strong man with a farmer-like appearance rushed towards the ten riders. He pushed away the arrows from both sides of the fan and ran, and ran hard to hit the high-headed horse in front of the captain Yuan Meng, who was the first to be hit. Princess Jing'an expected that the cruel scene of the village farmer splattering blood did not appear. Instead, the dull man hit the mountain and broke the neck of the war horse, knocking Yuan Meng and his people and horses out. Yuan Meng didn't even have time to cut down the knife. The man then accelerated his pace. His feet stepped on the ground like a roar, not inferior to the sound of horse hooves. He spread his hands and supported the two horses. He suddenly exerted force, hanging the four hooves of the two riders following Yuan Meng, and threw them horizontally!

Born in the literary gentry, then raised by King Jing'an, Pei Nanwei opened his mouth slightly, looking incredible. There was such a powerful warrior in the world?

The man was thrown away three war horses in anger by this farmer. Two northern swords on his side finally took the opportunity to chop them. The man who was trying to pull the mountains and rivers was as deep as water. He held the most sharp standard sword in the world with both hands. Just twisted it, he curled it up.

“Down.”

He heard him say two words calmly, and the two brave light cavalry were pulled off and thrown out by him.

The man stopped suddenly with a war horse, raised his hooves and stepped on them heavily!

His hands, which were big as a cushion, retracted lightning, and were higher than his head. He held the horse's hooves with heavy force, snorted coldly, and tore the horse to death!

How much strength does it take to tear a war horse under the inertia of momentum into two pieces?!

The Fengziying Qingqi, who had no mount, fell down and was hit in the chest by a man with a punch. The armor and chest exploded, and they died on the spot, with blood and blood on their bodies.

The next few riders were easily thrown out by this brave man, and none of them were spared.

Pei Nanwei couldn't bear to look anymore, and subconsciously glanced at the Prince of Beiliang standing in front of him. His back was still standing upright. After moving, he could finally see some of his side faces, but he could not see the expected panic. This made Pei Nanwei very disappointed. The man was unstoppable and he said he wanted to borrow his head. Is Xu Fengnian really not afraid at all? Pei Nanwei looked at the battlefield again, and after just one meeting, the prince's personal guards lost several points, which made him even more

Princess Pei was shocked that in such a cruel situation, the other light cavalry of Fengzi camp were still as straight as the prince's prince and turned a blind eye to the bloody scene, especially the burly general holding a halberd, shrouded in heavy black armor, with armor and iron halberds, and more than 400 pounds. In the face of failure, he just rode on a horse and remained unmoved. What a terrible heart! Princess Pei was worried about, were all the soldiers in Beiliang so ruthless?

The big halberd Ning Emei raised her arms and held the halberd, and pointed the tip of the halberd at the eleventh King Mingyin. Ten of the twenty cavalry were still silent and lifting the crossbow, while the ten cavalry continued to sprint.

The man was the first to be killed among the ten cavalry. The slightly injured person re-emerged on the horse and lined up the seriously injured person sat on the ground and picked up the crossbow.

A clamping force is faintly formed.

When Beiliang faces the enemy, he can only fight to the death.

Princess Jing'an looked at the ten riders and rode forward without hesitation. In the past, when she heard from King Jing'an Zhao Heng, she never understood the bone-broken coldness in his words. She finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Can your light rider block it?"

Xu Fengnian did not make a sound, staring at the top of the swordsmanship battle between Li Chungang and Wu Liuding, sweat was already oozing from his forehead. All he could do now was to memorize and record all the swordsmanship that could be seen through by himself. This was a million times more expensive than memorizing the Go fixed style. The old sword god abandoned the swordsmanship. He used swordsmanship with Wu Liuding purely to fight swordsmanship. The swords of both sides were perfect, and the wonderful and heroic. The old man had the idea of ​​letting him watch the battle and could not waste this kind of good intention! The Wu family's sword tomb walked a path of sniffing, abandoning the indifference of the swordsmanship, and asking for it alone.

One sword is a move that no one can solve. It is rumored that everyone in the tomb is withered like a ghost. Among them, there are many masters of great swordsman who challenged the Wu family's imprisonment. They can only feed the swords and raise swords for the younger generation of the Wu family. Over time, the sword tomb not only buried tens of thousands of swords, but also recorded more and more detailed ** of the ten sword moves in the world. Although Wu Liuding's two pieces of bamboo swords are getting shorter and shorter, his moves are becoming more and more domineering and fierce. As the saying goes, one inch shorter and one inch dangerous. Even though Wu Liuding is increasingly at a disadvantage in the situation, he can use the bamboo sword to fight against the enemy with a sword aura and be undefeated for a hundred moves, which is enough to be proud.

Xu Fengnian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and said to himself that Princess Pei was confused behind her: "Technical work should be rewarded!"

When Princess Pei saw that the second group of light cavalry was destroyed by the man who had stepped along the way, the halberd general who was still as motionless as a mountain was finally about to start a charge. She couldn't help but ask worriedly: "What should you do if you can't even stop this general?"

Unfortunately, Xu Fengnian still ignored it.

In anger, Princess Jing'an raised her hand and was about to hit the back of His Royal Highness Beiliang. This was a subconscious action, but before she could take action, she was hit hard in the abdomen by the Xiudong scabbard. She immediately squatted on the ground with her body curled up, and her eyes were covered with tears, and she almost thought she was going to die.

Xu Fengnian, who was not at all sympathetic, narrowed his eyes and looked at the reed marsh from afar, and still ignored Daji Ning Emei's personal appearance.

The blue bird said softly: "If Ning Emei is defeated, I will ask for a weapon."

Xu Fengnian asked curiously: "What?"

The blue bird looked complicated and lowered his head and said, "Sound in a flash."

Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, turned around and said, "Where did I get this famous weapon embroidered by the Gun Immortal King back then?"

The blue bird looked at the carriage and said calmly: "It has been hidden in the axle."

Xu Fengnian said in surprise: "Bluebird, tell the truth, what is your relationship with Wang Xiu?"

Bluebird whispered: "He is my father, and he killed my mother."

Xu Fengnian sighed in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Ning Emei will be defeated if she is defeated. I don't think he and the 100 light cavalry can completely exhaust Wang Mingyin. Then you can take action when the eleventh force in the world is exhausted."

Princess Pei, who was squatting on the ground, burying her belly with her hands, looked up and gritted her teeth: "Xu Fengnian, aren't you afraid of these hundred people being decisive?!"

Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked at Princess Jing'an, who was unable to maintain her temperament and grace, and said calmly: "What do you know?"

Pei Nanwei, who could only talk to Xu Fengnian with his head raised, smiled nervously, "What do I know? What are you, Prince of Beiliang, and Prince of Jing'an, Zhao Xun?! It's not the same thing, retreating in the face of trouble, only knowing that people who are inferior to those of ants in your eyes will die in vain?! Today I will see how you kneel down to beg for mercy from that reckless man in the world!"

"Then you wait."

Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the battle between Wu Liuding and the old sword god of sheepskin fur. As expected, Li Chungang's good temper was about to be used up, and the next thing was a truly exciting battle.

The blue bird stared at Pei Nanwei.

One is a humble slave, and the other is a princess with great glory and wealth.

At that moment, the blue bird looked down at Pei Nanwei, who was creepy and silent.

Princess Pei looked at the maid who looked murderous and walked towards the carriage, bent down and pulled out an axle, which shattered on her hand, revealing a scarlet spear.

The gun name is instantly?
Chapter completed!