Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are rivers and lakes, there are disputes.
Bitches are ruthless, actors have no sense of justice, merchants value money, and scholars love fame. Jianghu men and women wander around in the grass and fields, fighting for a breath and a face.
Gao Jianli was born in a rough place. He managed to save his life but did not seek to be educated or educated. All he wanted in life was revenge.
In the Qingxiao Spiritual Domain, there is a ‘Martial Arts Ranking List’. There are ten people on the list, who either dominate one area or are famous all over the world. They are all famous and peerless warriors.
Gao Jianli didn't have a good reputation, but he had no intention of inserting himself into the situation and ranked at the bottom of the 'Martial Arts Ranking List'.
Although the "Five Tigers of Jin" had extraordinary fighting power, only Qi Jianxin and Wei Wuji were honored on the list, ranking eighth and ninth respectively. Li Kui, Ning Kunlun and Zhang Yi could only linger below the list.
The 'tenth master in the world' turned his wrist lightly, and the arc-moon scimitar gradually came out of its sheath. The flames flashed and white air rose.
The heavy rain poured down, but there was no trace of moisture on Gao Jianli's red clothes.
Wujia Yingzheng, who had already been defeated, was overjoyed. He looked at Ye Junlin with gloating, and the five-color black armor on his body shone in turn.
"Mr. Li, let Ying Zheng learn your secret skills again."
The golden sword in his hand flashed, and a cold light pierced Li Kui.
A green dark light shines, and a green vine whips toward Ying Zheng.
The two fought fiercely together. Li Kui tried hard to get rid of Ying Zheng, but he was tightly entangled with him.
Next to Ye Junlin, only Yan Sha, Song Qingfeng, Ning Kunlun, and a hundred elite knights with the word "Lin" were left.
"'Lin' character camp, give it to me!"
Ning Kunlun waved his halberd, and the hundred "lin"-character camps were like a black tide, engulfing Gao Jianli.
The earth shook, and a hundred cavalry rushed into the city.
Song Qingfeng got on his horse, whipped up his horse and ran wildly, one man and one horse, charging at the front. For a while, the path was trampled by the horses' hooves, causing mud to splash everywhere.
Gao Jianli stood erect in the wind and rain, motionless, letting the one hundred and one riders charge forward.
Song Qingfeng finally saw Gao Jianli's appearance clearly through the layers of rain curtains: an old face, like a large field of reeds in the wilderness, not charming or majestic, but with its own unruly feelings.
With just one glance, Song Qingfeng felt that the energy in his chest was stagnant, and he sighed secretly in his heart: Those ten people on the martial arts evaluation list are indeed well-deserved.
Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, Song Qingfeng roared and exhaled all the turbid air in his chest. With the high momentum of the galloping horse, Song Qingfeng started to strike out with the most domineering sword in his life.
The sword light was so fierce that the rain curtain was instantly pierced through several layers. The raindrops that came into contact with the sword were like dripping on a hot iron, making a sizzling sound and countless white gas rising up.
Gao Jianli raised his hand gently, and blazing fire lingered on his fingers and palm, as if he was planning to hold Song Qingfeng's sword.
Passing by, the dark sword rubbed against Gao Jianli's palm, and the sword was burned red. The hot breath passed along the sword to Song Qingfeng's hand, and the waves of heat almost made the sword fall from his hand.
And go.
Song Qingfeng used the right time and place to strike his sword, and Gao Jianli raised his hand to resolve all this easily.
Thirty elite cavalry charged forward, formed a cone shape, and flew away. Thirty powerful crossbows were pointed at the "tenth in the world" master, and an old grudge contest between the iron-blooded sergeant and the martial arts master began.
Gao Jianli's sword was finally unsheathed, and a stream of flames rushed towards the thirty fine knights.
Feathers and arrows are like the wind, tearing apart the flames and the light of the sword.
Gao Jianli swung his sword again, the light of the sword shone brightly, and thirty arrows stagnated in mid-air before breaking and falling to the ground.
A wave of arrows fell, and thirty elite cavalry sheathed their crossbows and drew their swords.
Thirty standard long swords were unsheathed at the same time, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, shining with white light.
The swords of the Jin army were made in batches and were named "Jin Wang". They were copied from Fan Yueran's "Qingxiao No. 4" famous "Jin Wang" sword and were still named "Jin Wang".
Gao Jianli strode forward and stepped forward, creating deep pits on the ground.
The flaming sword flew across the sky and chopped down more than ten Jingqi in a row. The remaining Jingqi saw the situation and took the opportunity to go around behind him and stabbed five long swords straight at him. Gao Jianli was as calm as water, turned around, held the five sharp swords with both hands, and waved his hand.
Twist, the "Jin Wang Sword", known as the "first standard long sword in the Spring and Autumn Period", was twisted and curled.
"Get off!"
Gao Jianli's lips moved slightly, and the five Jingqi with 'high-level Xuanwang' cultivation were thrown away.
Song Qingfeng recovered and fought back, spurring his horse to a sudden stop. The horse's hoofs were raised high and stepped heavily on Gao Jianli.
Gao Jianli snorted coldly, raised his hands, holding the extremely powerful horse's hoof, snorted again, and a living horse was torn apart by him on the spot.
The force of the impact caused Song Qingfeng to fly away and fall to the ground. Song Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ten more cavalrymen came one after another, and all of them were knocked off their horses by Gao Jianli. The cavalrymen fell down, and were hit in the chest by Gao Jianli's punch. Their armor and chest exploded, and they died on the spot.
After losing thirty cavalry in a row, Ning Kunlun's black iron halberd burst into golden light.
Ning Kunlun raised his arm and held a halberd, pointing the tip of the halberd at Gao Jianli. The sixty cavalry behind him fanned out, and their crossbow arrows were aimed at Gao Jianli's chest.
Ten elite cavalry captains reined in their horses and held spears, ready to charge.
A brave man can only fight to the death against his enemy.
Ning Kunlun dragged his halberd forward and charged forward. He was heavily armored and had no horses. He was a fierce general in the world. Behind him, the crossbow arrows were so dense that they even passed through the pouring rain curtain. The elite cavalry kept changing arrows and shooting without worrying about accidentally injuring Ning Kunlun.
The moment Ning Kunlun gave the order, he was going to kill this 'tenth in the world' warrior.
When they met on a narrow road, Ning Kunlun's divination halberd accurately stabbed Gao Jianli's chest. In the seventeenth battle of the Spring and Autumn Period, countless soldiers died under this halberd.
Gao Jianli stopped for a moment, swung out his sword, and hit the big halberd hard. The big halberd trembled slightly, and Ning Kunlun took a few steps back. Gao Jianli took the opportunity to fly up and stepped heavily on Ning Kunlun's chest.
Ning Kunlun flew backwards, and the gilt armor on his chest was kicked out with a huge dent.
Squirting out a mouthful of blood, Ning Kunlun wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely.
Both are in the 'Xuanhuang Realm' of Great Perfection, who is afraid of whom when riding alone?
One man stood at the gate, facing Ning Kunlun, the "tenth in the world", alone. He charged alone, dragging the black iron halberd across the ground, leaving a long thin line.
Golden mysterious light shines, and shadows fly on Ning Kunlun's black iron halberd.
The thorn hook pecked, turning as expected, and the thousand-jin euphorbia danced in Ning Kunlun's hand like a tiger with great power.
Faced with a heavy stab from the iron halberd, Gao Jianli blocked it with his sword. The two of them did not use mystical power or energy, they just competed in strength. The black iron halberd in Ning Kunlun's hand was forced into an arc.
Gao Jianli let go of his long knife, and the handle hit Ning Kunlun's chest.
The body flew upside down, and Ning Kunlun's halberd flew out of his hand.
"I'll lend you the spurge!"
Gao Jianli caught the euphorbia, leaned over and threw it. In mid-air, the euphorbia drew an arc and fell straight towards Ye Junlin's head...