The smoke and dust of three thousand cavalry galloping on the official road can be clearly seen from miles away. This is a heavy armored cavalry armed to the teeth. The cavalry of the Great Qian Dynasty could barely make up the number of six thousand. Every cavalryman They are all warriors who have been selected from thousands of places. Even saints have to take a detour in front of this torrent of steel.
The King of Qi was good at fighting, and Cheng swept across the border with 6,000 light cavalry, which frightened Tie Mo Le. The King of Qi was ruthless, killing tens of thousands of prisoners, and was disliked by the civil servants. The King of Qi was gloomy, and even if he smiled, he would not move his skin. The military calls him Iron Faced Yama.
At the forefront of the three thousand cavalry was King Qi, who was wearing heavy black armor and holding Fang Tian's painted halberd. The strength of King Qi, who was good at using Fang Tian's painted halberd, had always been a mystery. In a one-on-one fight with a master in the army, Qi King The king cannot even defeat the sixth-rank officers, but if he goes into battle, the King of Qi, who is leading the way, can easily kill the eighth-rank general. The God of War has said that the King of Qi who has soldiers in his hands is as good as the King of Qi who has no soldiers. The king of Qi, one in the sky and the other on the ground, is given to the king of Qi with six thousand heavily armored cavalry. The king of Qi can sweep across the world, and the saints cannot stop him.
Therefore, the King of Qi can only bring three thousand heavy armored cavalry. If he brings too much, he is afraid that the father in the capital will kill him. If he brings too little, he is afraid that he will not be able to suppress the Wang family of Luoyang. The King of Qi has a thousand-mile horse that is a tribute from Ningyuan Kingdom. The horse has a dark body, is taller than other military horses, and is strong and majestic.
Just hearing the sound of a horse, King Qi's horse stood up and stopped its forward momentum. The three thousand cavalry behind King Qi went from motion to stillness in the blink of an eye.
"The whole army rests where it is and will set off in half an hour." After King Qi gave the order, he dismounted and went to the shade of a tree beside the official road, took out the rations from his bag and started chewing them.
All the officials said that the King of Qi who was wearing armor was a pure soldier who could eat, sleep with, and fight with the soldiers. The King of Qi who took off his armor was a proud and arrogant prince. But two extreme personalities appeared in one In person, this is King Qi, the second prince of the Daqian Dynasty. People say that the nine sons of Longsheng are all different. King Qi is the most dazzling prince of the Qian Dynasty, so there are many people who are optimistic about King Qi. Except for the prince , the only one left who can compete with King Qi is the eighth prince, King Jin.
The King of Jin is talented and possesses both political integrity and talent. He went to the academy to read sage books and can be said to be the most talented among all the princes. The dean spoke highly of King Jin. He can write pens to bring order to the world, and he can mount horses to determine the world. Jin Wang has been studying in the academy and rarely appears in public. But the sage said this, who in the world dares to refute it.
In a private house in Dongdu City, there were seven or eight big men lying staggered in the middle of the courtyard. A young man squatted in front of a sallow-faced man in rich clothes, and said with a smile: "You are so bold, you don't care about the law." If you don't have anything, you would even dare to do things like buying and selling people. I think you might want to sit on that chair in Daxing City one day when you feel like it!"
"You - you - are slanderous! What evidence do you have to prove that I bought and sold people?" Although Wang Danren was afraid, he was stubborn and refused to admit that he bought Cuihua as a concubine.
Li Taiping grabbed Mr. Lu and pointed at Cuihua: "With the witness here, what else can you argue with?"
Lu Shusheng panicked. He, a mortal, would not intervene in a fight between gods and goddesses. Even if he and Cuihua were in love, he would have to pluck them cleanly. Otherwise, if the Wang family did anything, his future would be over. He waved hurriedly and said : "I don't know! I don't know anything! Young hero, you must not be unreasonable."
Li Taiping turned his head, stared at Mr. Lu and said coldly: "Do you dare to say that you and Cuihua have no engagement? Do you dare to say that you two are not getting along well?"
The frightened Scholar Lu didn't even dare to look at Cuihua. He stuttered and said: "The engagement - the engagement has been ruined long ago. I - I have nothing to do with Cuihua now."
Cuihua looked at Scholar Lu who turned his head to one side, tears looming in his eyes, but she gritted her teeth and did not cry out: "What a heartless man, all those sweet words before turned out to be lies to me, you are not a
Man! It’s my fault that I fell in love with a loser like you.”
"Have you read all the books of sages and sages into the dog's belly? If you don't even have this sense of responsibility, how can you get any fame or be an official? If you don't even want to stand up for your own woman, I think you might as well pee and soak yourself.
You deserve to die." Li Taiping said with contempt.
Lu Shusheng's face was as pale as pig liver. He was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but he still refused to admit his relationship with Cuihua...
Li Taiping had no intention of paying attention to the timid scholar Lu in front of him. He turned around and looked at Wang Danren again: "You just rely on buying and selling people. Even if I chop you into pieces, the government can't do anything to me." After saying that, Li Taiping casually picked up the thug.
The Pu Dao fell on the ground and walked towards Wang Danren...
In the martial arts arena of the Hero Building, Jian Xilai and the sick scholar once again fought hard. Jian Xilai handed the sword to his left hand. Because the muscles and bones of his right arm were injured and severely damaged, he could no longer draw the sword. Several of his right ribs were also broken, which made him look a little a bit nervous.
He was in a sorry state. On the other hand, the sick scholar seemed even worse. The bandages on his body were broken in many places and his arms were covered in blood. It looked like the sick scholar was even worse. In fact, Jian Xilai knew that he was even more seriously injured. With this method of replacing injuries, he could resist.
However, the sick scholar whose mother's martial arts is at the ninth level will definitely fall first.
The two men once again resumed their confrontation, and Jian Xilai, a man of few words, spoke for the first time: "You are very strong, I like it! I hope you will be even stronger next time!"
Hearing what Jian Xilai said, the sick scholar became more motivated to fight. The sick scholar never liked soft opponents, but he liked Jian Xi Lai who became more energetic the more he fought. He couldn't help but laugh loudly and said: "When we fight, we have to fight hard."
"Today, only one of you and I can stand."
"This trip to the Eastern Capital was not a waste. The beauty saw it, and the brothers recognized it. Today I saw a pervert meet a madman again, half a pound versus eight ounces. It's interesting! It's interesting!" Cui Mingdao said excitedly.
The battle between Jian Xilai and Bing Shusheng made many people change their views on Jian Xilai, because the strong are worthy of respect. Especially the two people's self-sacrifice style of fighting completely ignited the Heroes Association, which was not originally planned.
Some of the characters who participated were also eager to try. After all, opponents were hard to come by, and it was not easy to meet opponents like Jian Xilai and sick scholar.
The gambling houses in Dongdu City were all happy today. Jian Xi came to play against the sick scholar, and the amount of money he had bet on the two of them had accumulated to an astronomical figure. Originally, it was just a gamble for the reckless people and the common people who joined in the fun, but now it is different.
Many sects and big families also became interested and bet on the two... The most important thing about this battle is that the two are equally matched. No one dares to say which one can win. The more suspenseful the bet is, the more likely it will be.
The more excited people are.
The second master of the Wang family was also very beautiful at this time. He couldn't find someone like the sick scholar even with a lantern, but he appeared in front of Jian Xilai by such a coincidence. It seemed that God didn't want to let Jian Xilai go.
Jian Xilai's sword has always been simple and direct, sharpened quickly and hard enough, and is an out-and-out murdering sword. I saw Jian Xilai holding the sword in his left hand, the long sword vibrated, and countless sword energy shot out,
It made a buzzing sound like a wild bee flapping its wings. Then people moved with the sword energy, as if behind each sword energy there was a sword coming from the west...
This was the first time Nangong Shou saw such a movement technique. He could actually use the sword energy to break through the obstruction of the air and increase his speed. The speed of the sword coming from the west reached the extreme of a warrior in an instant. Even the master could not be faster than him.
The scholar was happy, because this was the opponent he wanted. The sword energy came to him, but the sick scholar did not panic. He raised his breath and spoke loudly. He saw that the bandages on his body were broken into pieces, like flying flowers. His muscles were like copper.
Made of iron, it glowed with a metallic luster, and blood no longer oozed out from the injured area, because at this time, the sick scholar had closed the meridians and blood throughout his body in order to prevent the sword energy from entering his body.
The Wang family worshiper who was watching the battle from a distance had sweat in his hands, because the battle in front of him would soon be decided, and he had previously bet a huge sum of money on the victory of the sick scholar.
Uncharacteristically, the sick scholar chose not to compete with Jian Xi for speed, but slowly punched out one punch after another. Jian Xi Lai's sword was fast and dense enough, and the sick scholar could definitely hit a line of sword energy or Jian Xi with just a punch.
The long sword came. What the two of them were fighting now was no longer about skill and moves, but about whose aura was longer, who was more durable, and who was more tenacious under this kind of attack.
This battle lasted for a long time, so long that even Nangong Shou didn't expect it. These two people were madmen. They had exceeded the limits of the human body and even suffered backlash. You can see blood flowing out of Jianxi Lai's facial features, but the sword in his hand remains the same.
He was still steady and fast, as if he was not the one facing physical collapse. When he saw the sick scholar again, his whole body was covered with small red dots, which were oozing blood, but he still punched one after another excitedly...
Some of the spectators under the ring couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at the top of their lungs: "You two, let's stop! Brother, as a witness, how about it being a draw?"
"That's right! We've already fought for this, there's no need to tell the difference, let's stop and make peace!"
A Buddhist elder couldn't bear to say: "Amitabha - the only way to move forward is to let go. Let go of one thought, and you will feel at ease. The two donors still don't let go..."
The one-eyed man shouted: "Bald donkey! Stop misleading the public with your monstrous words! The sick scholar will work harder to overthrow him!" All his wealth has been staked on the sick scholar. If he doesn't fight or pay, it will be lost. To the one-eyed man
For me, money is the most important thing.
There were people shouting in the crowd, some were trying to persuade them to make peace, some were cheering, it was a mess. Although Nangong Shou had no friendship with Jian Xilai and the two of them, he cherished their talents and did not want to see them exhausted.
And died.
Nangong Shou stepped forward and drew out the single sword in his arms. Without even saying hello to the Wang family judge, he stood up and struck out with the sword. The sword was like a mountain and he slashed horizontally between the two swordsmen. The extremely heavy sword energy forced the two of them to death.
Retreat: "You two should have fought enough today. If not, I will be a witness one day. Can you two start over?"
Before Jian Xilai could speak to the sick scholar, the Wang family judge on the side yelled: "Bold madman, how dare you disrupt the order of the arena. I think you don't know that this Eastern Capital City is the Wang family's territory!"
Nangong Shou didn't even look at the Wang family judge. Instead, he cupped his fists towards Jian Xilai and the sick scholar and said, "Nangong Shou, can you two give me a little face? That's all for today."
"Nangong Shou's plan is... fart!" The Wang family judge cursed loudly, but the last word "fart" was stuck in his throat and he never shouted out.
Cui Mingdao also jumped on the ring to smooth things over: "You two are also tired. Mingdao invites you to have some wine. How about we fight later?"
The second master of the Wang family did not expect that Nangong Shou was also in the Hero Building, and what he did not expect was that the famous Nangong Shou would follow the princess like a follower, but he actually missed it at that time. With Nangong Shou and Cui Mingdao, the Wang family could not say anything.
I could only watch helplessly as Nangong guard took away the half-dead Jian Xilai and the sick scholar...