Staring at Li Luo on the other side of the river, "You and I are incompatible and we will fight to the death!"
Li Luo looked at the Southern King Song Yayu who fell on the ground in a pool of blood. To be precise, it was just his body, and his head was in his other hand. Surprise and hope were still frozen on his face. The next moment, he was beheaded by a knife.
Level. This Miao knife is extremely sharp.
, with a bit of laziness and boredom, but the sword flashed very quickly, and it was not stained with blood. Li Luo did not look at the crazy Song Wuque on the other side of the river, and wrapped up Song Yayu's head. The oath was over, and Nan
It doesn't matter whether you have a bowel movement or not.
He is tired.
"Dad!" A shrill cry shocked Li Luo's heart. There was a figure next to Song Wuque. He was wearing a light blue shirt. He was elegant and clear. At this moment, he was heartbroken. Li Luo opened his mouth.
If you kill someone's father, it's hard to express condolences.
. Different from the hatred in Song Wuque's eyes, Song Biyou's eyes were filled with confusion, as if he didn't believe that Song Yayu would die, or that Li Luo would kill him, or that he was resentful that he had been saved by Li Luo.
, so that even if she wants to hate, she cannot hate purely.
The Xiaoxiang River was cut off and the Wanwei Mountains collapsed. To Biyou of the Song Dynasty, the sky had fallen. To the world, it was just a drop in the ocean, without wind or waves.
When he left, he didn't know whether he would continue the southern expedition. In fact, he could figure it out if he thought about it, but he didn't want to think about it.
This sword cut into the world made everyone in the world fall into silence. On the bank of the Dijian River, the remaining soul of the heroic Southern King Song Ya died here. The news was so loud that it spread thousands of miles away in one night. But on the bank of the Dijian River that day,
Except for Song Biyou's pitiful cry, in fact
It was not so tragic, or even a little lonely, that people all over Dagan were speculating about how magnificent and soul-stirring the battle between Song Yayu, the Southern King, and Li Luo, the Dingtian King of Dagan, was, and how Li Luo managed to win with such a young man.
He defeated many and defeated the Southern King's hundred thousand elite soldiers, forcing him into a desperate situation.
All this seems to have nothing to do with Li Luo. It was okay when he was in Shiwanda Mountain. He relied on his own character and Bingxin Jue to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart no matter what, but when he came out of the mountain
, seeing the crowds of people in the south of the sky, as soon as he opened his eyes or closed them, the fire covering the sky and the yellow sand all over the ground would appear in front of his eyes, making him sleepless and eating, and he would wake up from his dreams again and again. Every time he woke up,
Just saw it
Seven men in white robes stood beside him indifferently, unable to see their eyes or hear their voices, but Li Luo knew that his every move and the changes in the world could not escape their eyes, because in the battle of Nanfu,
Li Luo was confused. It was not him who was better than Song Yayu, but the seven white robes. To be precise, it was only two of the seven white robes who commanded a group of armored cavalry to defeat the Nanwang Mansion's military formation.
It was a massacre, a massacre without any mercy. Anyone who could still hold a weapon was killed by the armored knights, leaving no one alive.
The elites of the Southern King were no less loyal and brave than Mu Tianlang, but he saw in their eyes the same despair as his own. What's more, there were also people who died for relief. They were better than him. He thought about death.
, but didn’t have the guts to die.
I don’t know if Yuan Xue also knows the outcome. If not, Black Sword and White Sword have been plotting so hard over the years, but in the end it’s just a fireworks.
Song Yayu couldn't stop Li Luo, and Song Wuque couldn't stop him either. The cavalry that made him and Yu Hongyan fearful could only be realized how desperate and confusing it was when they actually faced each other. The water bandits on Yinghu Mountain
He died unjustly, but if he were the elite soldiers of Nanwang Palace, he would still be unable to withstand the sharp edge.
Song Wuque stared blankly at the cavalry escorting Li Luo through the defense line of the Southern Palace set up by him and Yu Hongyan. It was like a sword piercing a piece of paper. Perhaps it was a bit exaggerated, but it was probably a sword cutting through a piece of paper.
There will be no more banana leaves.
Unstoppable. After seeing that cavalry, Song Wuque already knew that in this world, except for the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, no one else could stop this cavalry. Wherever the cavalry passed, there was either no dust or not a blade of grass.
It is as heavy as a landslide and a tsunami, as light as a weak willow in the wind, and the speed and slowness of the movement are like writing on paper. Not one point is too much, not one point is too little, and the fleeting flaws on the battlefield are difficult to spot.
Escape from their eyes, whether it is a strong attack or a breakthrough, he can use the minimum effort to get the maximum damage, and the precision is terrifying. The so-called arm-like driving is nothing more than that. He has never known that there is such a soldier in this world.
The cavalry of generals, even if they are heavenly soldiers and generals, may not be as good as it is. If this cavalry is replaced by a master of martial arts, it will be the state of being alone and seeking defeat.
Not being able to train such a soldier would be discouraging at best, not being victorious would be despair, and not knowing how to fight would be confusion, but these were not enough to make Song Wuque so angry that he lost his mind.
The general whose family was based in Yizhou had a decisive battle with Mu Tianlang. Fortunately, Yu Hongyan was there and slapped him awake, which restored his sense.
Along the way from the banks of the Dijian River to the Mu Tianlang camp north of Yizhou, Li Luo never showed up again. Even when he was chased, intercepted, ambushed, and even insulted in every possible way by the Song family, he still cherished his words like gold.
Never showed up, never raised his voice, never
He had seen Nan Wangfu's determination to avenge his enemies to the death, and he had never cared about the head that was taken away by him. In the eyes and hearts of Song Wuque and everyone in Nanwang Palace, ever since Di Jianhe's sword attack, Li Luo's heart
There is no longer a Southern Song family.
In fact, they thought wrong. After coming out of the gate of Yunding Heavenly Palace, he no longer had this world in his heart.
After returning to Mu Tianlang Camp, looking at the faces full of concern and joy, Li Luo smiled. Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell down from his horse.
Three days later, a news even more shocking than that of the Southern King Song Yayu and his hatred of the Emperor Jianhe spread like wildfire. Li Luo took off his armor and left, leaving behind the Emperor's Lingfu and Xi Kongji's Commander-in-Chief. No one knew
Wherever they went, everyone in Mu Tianlang's army remained silent, no words to say, very silent and very calm.
The night before leaving the camp, Li Luo left the camp and went south to Yizhou. He met Song Wuque and Yu Hongyan at night. I don't know what he said to them and how he resolved the dispute between him and Song Wuque who killed his father.
Qiu, after noon the next day, Song Wuque sent an order to withdraw his troops. The Song family soldiers withdrew from Yizhou and returned to Yuzhou.
As soon as this news came out, it caused an uproar. Even in the southern states, the Song family was the first to bear the brunt. The family has a large business, direct descendants, and a foreign surname. Compared with the Dagan Li family, they are no less generous. Naturally, they can talk about anything.