"Young Master Yan is still in full swing." Gu Foying said with a smile.
Yan Zhuo cupped his hands and said politely: "Where, where, Senior Gu is being polite. I wonder what Senior Gu and Brother Bai are doing here this time?"
Gu Foying grinned, and the two pieces of white flesh on his cheeks trembled wildly, and said: "It's been a few months since we said goodbye to Jinding. I admire the style of Young Master Yan very much, and I want to compete with Young Master Yan again.
Fan.”
"Senior Gu, you think so highly of me, why do you care about Yan's little skill?"
Yan Zhuo said this. Mu Yunfeng behind him really couldn't hold back his temper and said bluntly: "Gu Foying, Fang Yingnan, you have come to trouble us again and again. This time we will settle the old and new accounts together."
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Fang Yingnan raised his eyebrows when he saw Mu Yunfeng speak, and said angrily: "When has it been your turn for a nobody like you to speak here?"
Mu Yunfeng raised his head and responded: "Does this unknown young man want to rely on the sword in his hand to speak?"
After saying that, Mu Yunfeng's sword was unsheathed, and a bit of cold light flashed across Fang Yingnan's eyes, crisp and cold.
When a swordsman draws his sword, he is like a gambler who puts all his chips on the line and never stops playing, no matter whether he wins or loses.
Fang Yingnan also unsheathed his sword, and a box of clear water came out along with the sword, with a hint of cold air reflected in Mu Yunfeng's eyes.
It is said that swordsmen in the Far West will throw their gloves to the other party before a duel. If the other party catches it, it means they accept the duel. In Kyushu, swordsmen do not have gloves, but they have scabbards. All they have to do is draw the sword out of the sheath.
The representative accepts the duel.
Mu Yunfeng and Fang Yingnan both drew their swords from their scabbards. The swords were as sharp as their eyebrows and their eyes were as sharp as each other. When their eyebrows met, there were fierce fireworks, as if a duel had already begun in their pupils.
Just when Mu Yunfeng was about to step forward, Yan Zhuo reached out to stop him and said: "Senior Gu, you are also a member of the Jianghu. Don't you see that Jiangzuo wants to annex Kyushu?"
, how can we, the children of the world, be accommodated when Kyushu is unified?"
Gu Foying listened to what Yan Zhuo said and said nonchalantly: "The rivers and lakes? The ups and downs of the rivers and lakes are bright and dark. In the past few decades, the rivers and lakes have been in the open. If they are not kept together next year, the rivers and lakes will have to be in the dark. The rivers and lakes are like this, and the same is true for Jiuzhou. Even Jiang and the lake are like this.
If you don't want to unify the Nine Provinces, there are also Dadan, Northern Qi, Bohai, Beggar Gang, Baiyun Villa, etc. who want to unify the Nine Provinces. This is the general trend of the world, and I am just following the trend."
After Yan Zhuo heard this, he was startled in his heart: He is not afraid of bad villains, but he is afraid of both civil and military villains.
This Gu Foying has his own theories and plans. Such a person has a clear mind and clear goals. It is really difficult to deal with him.
"Can it be that the general trend of the world ignores the life and death of the people, and can it be that the law of heaven can make the people of Jiuzhou fall into war and become homeless? You can kill indiscriminately just by obeying the will of heaven?"
Yan Zhuo asked questions one after another, looking from Gu Foying to Fang Yingnan.
"Fang Yingnan, I thought you were a nobody that day at Yunmeng Lake, but I didn't expect you to fall for yourself. Fortunately, I came to save you."
When Fang Yingnan heard what Yan Zhuo said, he suddenly remembered that Yan Zhuo had acted righteously that day, and also thought that he had gone against Yan Zhuo just for Xiang'er. He felt guilty and couldn't help but hang his head.
Gu Foying looked at Fang Yingnan, frowned, and shouted: "A man, if you love, you love. Those who hesitate in love are cowards!"
Following this drink, Gu Foying took action.
As soon as he strikes, it's a killer move! A unique move!
The gorgeous lovesickness comes out of its sheath, and each sword comes with a heart-breaking, bone-wrenching lovesickness.
Lovesickness breaks one's heart, and lovesickness penetrates into one's bones.
"Senior Gu has improved a lot with his swords." Yan Zhuo looked at Xiangsi who was coming towards him and soared into the air, like a swallow floating in the air.
When Gu Foying saw a move, he made a move with both wrists, pressing the sword with the sword, pressing the sword with the shoulder, turned around and threw out a spin like a hurricane, trying to split the floating Yan Zhuo into two pieces.
It is extremely difficult for a person to rely on strength when floating in the air. Ordinary people have almost no choice but to be beaten passively, but Yan Zhuo is not an ordinary person. I saw him take a sharp breath, and in the blink of an eye, he hit the ground like a lead ball.
, just in time to avoid Gu Foying's pair of swords.
Just as Yan Zhuo avoided the blow, he clapped his palm, turned around, and used his toes to attack Gu Foying's lower body in a series of attacks.
"Young Master Yan also likes to attack people from all directions." Gu Foying mocked.
Yan Zhuo was not angry when he heard Gu Foying's ridicule. He turned over and took off the ribbon from his waist, holding it in his hand and said, "Senior Gu actually likes to bully defenseless people with a sword in his hand."
Gu Foying was not angry when he heard Yan Zhuo's reply, his expression remained as usual, and his sword was still sharp and cold.
When masters compete with each other, their state of mind is particularly important.
When people are calm, their hands will be steadier, their reactions will be faster, and their chances of winning will be greater. On the contrary, when people are confused, their chances of winning will decrease.
Yan and Gu seemed to be taunting each other, but in fact they were testing their mentality. They wanted to kill their opponents when they were confused and kill them with a single blow.
Gu Foying and Yan Zhuo exchanged three more moves, but it was difficult to tell the winner.
Just when Gu Foying and Yan Zhuo were in a dilemma, Mu Yunfeng and Fang Yingnan also took action.
Mu Yunfeng's sword was full of determination and love. As soon as he made a move, his sword intention bloomed like stars and red beans. The sword intention swept across and killed Fang Yingnan with thousands of silver stars.
Fang Yingnan's sword was romantic and sentimental. The sword was drawn out from the box and a vast expanse of blue water poured out, dyeing the heaven and earth into a piece of blue water.
As soon as the two swords touched, there was a crisp sound of "dang", and the silver star shone through the blue waves, and the blue waves swept the silver star dazzlingly. The first move of the two people's fight was extremely stunning and dazzling, even Yan Zhuo and Gu Fo
Ying couldn't help but look sideways at the two swords.
The stars are gone and the water is still.
Mu Yunfeng and Fang Yingnan stood facing each other, their clothes and belts fluttering in the wind.
Mu Yunfeng's sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and there was a little blood dripping on the tip of the sword. It was Fang Yingnan's blood. And what about Fang Yingnan? His sword was pointed straight at Mu Yunfeng, and there was blood on the tip of the sword. It was Fang Yingnan's blood.
Mu Yunfeng's blood.
The moment when Silver Star and Bi Bo came into contact, Mu Yunfeng slashed, stabbed, chopped, and slashed with twelve swords, three of which injured Fang Yingnan's chest, right arm, and lower abdomen. Fang Yingnan was unable to lift him.
, lifted, picked, struck, collapsed, and fired fifteen swords, four of which injured Mu Yunfeng's chest and lower abdomen.
"Your sword is not as fast as mine!" Fang Yingnan said.
His sword pointed at the wounds on Mu Yunfeng's chest and lower abdomen, confidently and openly.
"Although my sword is not as fast as yours, my sword is stronger and more stable than yours." Mu Yunfeng responded.
His sword was pointed at the ground, and the blood on the sword had been soaked red with a large piece of loess, which was cruel and steady.
Should a sword be faster and more powerful? Or should it be more ruthless and stable?
In order to know the answer, Mu Yunfeng and Fang Yingnan took action again!
Yan, Mu, Gu, and Fang fought together as a team. Their fight was fierce and exciting, but their fight was not important.
Why is it not important? Because their battle cannot affect the outcome of this battle.
The ones who can really decide the life and death of Dajian Mountain are not them, but the chief general of Dajian Mountain, Zhao Boyue, and the chief general of Beifu Soldiers, Wen Hua.
Bai Buchou had already found the Chinese army's tent. He moved his feet to the entrance of the tent. With a fist and a kick, he killed the soldiers guarding the tent and strode into the tent.
He walked easily and confidently, but his ease and confidence did not last long, because he saw a person in his tent, besides Zhao Boyue, the commander of the Dajian Mountain army camp.
people.
——Qiao Zhenyue.
When Qiao Zhenyue saw Bai Buchou walking into the tent, he smiled and said, "We've been waiting for a long time, let's take action."
How long have you been waiting? Hearing what Qiao Zhenyue said, Bai Buchou couldn't help but feel nervous. Could it be that he already knew that someone was going to take advantage of the chaos to kill Zhao Boyue? How could this be possible?
Although Bai Buchou was in turmoil, he still had a smile on his face and said: "Why is Gang Leader Qiao so anxious? This military camp is already a sea of fire, and the Later Han army has too much to take care of itself. The so-called person who knows the current affairs is a hero.
Gang leader Qiao, why don’t you recognize the situation and work with us in Jiangzuo to regain the lost territory of Yizhou?”
As Bai Buchou said this, a mouthful of phlegm hit his face.
The old phlegm was thick and yellow, and it seemed that it came from the mouth of an old man, and the only one in this big tent who could be called an old man was Zhao Boyu.
Zhao Boyue spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, cleared his throat, and cursed: "We Han people have been guarding Yizhou for hundreds of years. How can you, Jiangzuo, talk about liberation? Under the guise of restoration, what you are doing is stealing the country.
, His crime deserves to be punished, he deserves to be punished!"
Bai Buchou dodged the old man and said with a smile on his face: "Since the old general said so, then I would like to ask if this land of Yizhou was a territory of the Taishō Dynasty a hundred years ago?"
Zhao Boyue was stunned and nodded helplessly: "A hundred years ago, the land of Yizhou belonged to the Taizheng Dynasty, but the Taizheng Dynasty had forgotten about it for a hundred years..."
"Yes!" Bai Buchou said before Zhao Boyue could finish his words, "And after I, the Emperor of Jiangzuo, Yan Xuanji, became a member of the Dazheng Dynasty royal family, when I, Jiangzuo, regained Yizhou, shouldn't I use the word "Guangfu"?
Zhao Boyue slammed the table and stood up, shouting: "That's nonsense!"
Just when Zhao Boyue stood up, Bai Buchou's soul-binding took action. Sixty-four soul-binding souls came out at once and attacked Zhao Boyue from sixty-four directions!
