The middle-aged Yanren did not see the two lightning-like gazes in the distant tent, but as the most powerful mind master living in seclusion in Yanxi, he was extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of the heaven and earth's vitality, and instantly felt as if there was something coming from him.
The coldness from the deepest part of the earth seeped through the air and invaded in front of me.
His face changed drastically, he grunted, and took action first! His skinny hands spread out to form a handprint between his chest and abdomen, and mottled blood marks appeared on his palms for no reason, like two red plum blossoms in late winter, and his mind power spurted out from the air!
The air in the distant central military tent was attracted by this turbulent thought force and suddenly rolled up like a storm. The middle-aged general who was sitting quietly among dozens of precious furs frowned slightly.
The precious fur under his body burst into pieces and rolled up as if alive, while the leather of the sheets was torn into ropes by the violent power of thought. They bounced like snakes, instantly binding his body and moving downwards.
trap.
These seemingly terrifying cracked rope leathers are actually unable to bind the middle-aged man at all. What really works is the strong vitality of heaven and earth attached to these cracked rope leathers and the invisible and powerful power of thought!
The young man is a great swordsman who has recently become famous in the Yan Kingdom. He has entered the middle-level realm of Dongxuan before he was thirty years old. He is a genius in cultivation. Naturally, he is proud of himself. However, seeing his companions around him as if they are facing a formidable enemy.
If you look at it, you will know that you have already
Being discovered by the enemy, thinking about the enemy's violent and powerful reputation, how could he dare to be careless? He raised his eyebrows like swords, bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He pinched the sword secret with his fingers and shot out the blood. He used up all his strength with one move.
Got all the cultivation bases!
The flying sword hidden in the sheath at his side came out of its sheath with a clang, and in a flash of light it turned into a silver dragon, tearing apart the tent in front of him, piercing the pre-dawn darkness that shrouded the military camp, and piercing into the uneasy lights.
Chinese military camp!
The middle-aged man in the tent had a look of indifference on his face, letting the cracked rope leather containing the majestic energy of heaven and earth, letting the invisible and powerful power of thought restrain his body, and letting the torn precious furs hang around him in the tent.
It was flying rapidly in the air, and its steel body showed no signs of power under its single clothes.
He frowned and stared at the flying sword that was approaching with a mournful cry. He looked at the undetectable, elusive and powerful sword shadow in the sky, which was as powerful as a flying dragon. Suddenly, he raised his brows and revealed a very contemptuous and indifferent smile.
Those cracked rope leathers containing the vitality of heaven and earth, and those invisible thoughts tightened the thin underwear on the middle-aged man into grids, and the flying swords like flying dragons had already pierced the shortcomings in front of him quickly.
Three feet in the air, there was a shrill scream, and the next moment it was about to pierce his forehead. The situation was extremely dangerous.
At this moment, the corners of the middle-aged man's lips suddenly tightened as if they were carved with firm lines. With some boredom, some contempt, and some exhaustion, he casually said one word: "Broken!"
A word came out of his lips. It was clear and thick but not very loud. However, just when the sound echoed in the camp, the slowly flowing black clouds above the military camp suddenly accelerated their speed, and a gray cloud formed.
The sky shone toward the ground, and a Haotian thunder exploded in the clouds!
boom!
The thunder didn't know whether it came from the clouds or from the middle-aged man's indifferent lips. It roared and instantly occupied all the space in the military camp of the Tang Dynasty. An aura so powerful that it was irresistible enveloped the surrounding areas.
The flying sword that pierced the Chinese army's tent trembled suddenly, as if it was hit by an invisible giant hammer. It trembled and let out an almost whining cry. He struggled to turn around and tried to escape. However, the middle-aged man's eyes were like lightning and his words were like thunder.
Is there anything in this world that is faster and more powerful than thunder and lightning?
There was a sad cracking sound, and the flying sword that was as powerful as a silver dragon a moment ago was directly blasted into blackened iron pieces. It was instantly shattered into dozens of fragments, flying everywhere and piercing the tent without knowing where it went.
at.
The fragments of precious fur flying in the air in the tent seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, and suddenly they were suspended quietly in the air. The cracked rope leather tightly tied on the middle-aged man's body was like a snake cut by a sharp knife.
It broke, and fell to the ground lifelessly, unable to control him anymore!
This thunder from the clouds and from the middle-aged man's lips did not end there. Instead, it continued to rumble through the military camp. The majestic and powerful power surged out again. The majestic and solid Chinese military camp seemed to be filled with water at the next moment.
The skin of too much wine exploded violently, and countless tent fragments flew out mixed with the contents of the tent!
Immediately afterwards, a small tent next to the Chinese army's camp was overturned and blown to pieces. The Tang army guards who were awakened inside rubbed their eyes and looked helplessly at the high sky. Before they could figure out what happened, they
Frightened by the terrifying explosion coming from behind, he subconsciously crawled to the ground.
One by one, the Tang army tents burst open and flew away, and flowers seemed to bloom on the border soil. Starting from the ruins of the Chinese army tents, they followed a straight line towards the south. The line pointed to
Everywhere, whether it was a tent or a stable, everything fell apart in an instant. Miraculously, the people and horses inside were not injured.
In an instant, the majestic and powerful force came to the end of the line, where the two Yan people were hiding in the intelligence office tent. The middle-aged Yan people looked pale and felt the force coming towards their faces, knowing that the two Yan people on their side were hiding.
The man had no time to react. He subconsciously glanced at the trembling young companion next to him with pity, and then shook his head.
A violent storm arose, and the small tent was torn apart in an instant.
The middle-aged Nian master from Yanxi suddenly broke his cervical vertebrae, and his shaking head shook away from his body. It exploded like a ripe watermelon, leaving only a body with a terrifying blood cavity and fell forward, bleeding.
splash.
Another young Dongxuan strongman from the Yan Kingdom had two splashes of blood spurting out of his desperate eyes, and then his whole body slowly collapsed like a sand sculpture blown over by the wind, turning into a pool of terrifying flesh and blood on the ground.
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The golden warning sound sounded quickly, and the Tang Dynasty border troops responded with extremely high efficiency, quickly strengthening the defense of the position, and the left-wing cavalry began to prepare their swords and hot horses, and pressed forward towards Yanjing, but there was still order deep in the camp.
With an orderly appearance, the general's bodyguards in full armor walked expressionlessly among the ruins, looking for possible enemies.
Suddenly, whether they were the guards officers who were looking for spies, the ordinary soldiers cleaning up the ruins of their tents, or the grooms who were holding frightened horses and softly comforting them, they stopped moving almost at the same time, stood upright on the spot, raised their right arms and put them down.
At the chest, he looked at the middle-aged man with awe and saluted neatly: "See General Xiahou!"
Steady footsteps sounded in the military camp, and the middle-aged man walked over indifferently. At this time, he had put on a set of armor with bright armor, and you could faintly see some unexplained runes engraved on the armor.
, these black lines of runes did not dilute the chilling meaning of the armor, but instead added a somewhat inexplicable powerful meaning.
He is one of the four most powerful generals in the Tang Dynasty.
He is...Xiahou, the general of the Zhenjun army.
General Xiahou is a man at the pinnacle of martial arts practice in the world. His body is made of steel, his expression is as cold as a glacier, his brutal military management methods, and his powerful and fearless military style. He has been invincible across the northern part of the continent for twenty-four years.
The empire opened up new territories and frightened the enemies. He was highly regarded by the court and respected and respected by his subordinates. However, in the hearts of the Yan people who suffered so much, this Tang general was simply a human devil.
The intelligence office tent that had been torn into pieces had turned into ruins. The subordinate generals cleaned it up as quickly as possible, then surrounded it with cloth tape and respectfully asked the general to inspect it.
Xiahou looked at the headless body of the Great Master of Yanxi, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Twenty-four years ago, you were the commander of the Yan Kingdom's Pioneer Battalion. After a disastrous defeat at the hands of this general, you flew away from the battlefield in fear.
You ran away in disgrace. I heard that you have been hiding in Yanxi for these years. I didn't expect that after many years, you would have the courage to assassinate my general again."
After saying these words, he looked down at the pool of flesh and blood in front of his boots indifferently, and said with contempt and ridicule: "A mere swordsman of the middle grade of Dongxuan dares to tease this general. He is really looking for death."
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing civilian clothes came forward calmly. After a respectful salute, he handed over a few damaged items with both hands and said: "There is no problem with the military camp's defense inspection. These two Yan assassins can sneak into the military camp."
This crazy act was because they carried documents with seals issued by the Chang'an Military Department."
After hearing this information, Xiahou quietly looked into the middle-aged man's eyes and did not speak for a long time.
If it had been any other subordinate, he would have been frightened and trembled under the calm gaze and silence of the general. He would have knelt down to apologize regardless of the reason. But this middle-aged man's surname was Gu Mingxi, and his origins were mysterious and unknown.
Yu Mulu, who usually handles clerical and private matters for Xiahou, is Xiahou's most trusted subordinate, so he looked into Xiahou's eyes without any fear and said calmly: "The seal comes from the Chang'an Military Headquarters, which doesn't mean anything."
Gu Xi knew that the last thing the general wanted to hear was that the assassination was related to anyone in Chang'an City, and there was actually no evidence to prove this, so he answered in the affirmative.
General Xiahou no longer looked at him, nor did he mention any topics related to the Chang'an Military Headquarters. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Yudubai on the horizon. After a long silence, he squinted his eyes and said expressionlessly: "Look for a right person for me, General."
A great Nian master who has been harboring a lifelong grudge and an arrogant and incompetent young swordsman who thinks that his genius can accomplish unparalleled feats want to assassinate this general. It seems like... there are people in Yan country who do not want the crown prince to return to the country."
This time, the Yan State dispatched a genius great swordsman and a great mind master who had lived in seclusion for many years to launch an assassination. It seemed that a great price had been spent, a great deal of effort and expectation had been invested, and the situation at that time also seemed extremely extreme.
It was dangerous, but in fact compared with General Xiahou's unrivaled force, this assassination was more like a desperate death attempt.
Gu Xi listened to this seemingly mindless analysis and admired him in admiration: "The General really has a clever plan. This year happens to be the day when the Prince of Yan State returns to the country. Regardless of whether the assassination is successful or not, Your Majesty will definitely
I am furious, if the general writes another letter, I am afraid that the prince will really have no choice but to continue to work as an apartment in Chang'an City."
General Xiahou said expressionlessly: "How can I, the general, obey the wishes of those Yan people and order all the troops not to mention this assassination? Later I will personally write a secret letter to Your Majesty to explain the whole matter.
How can it be so easy to keep Prince Longqing, who you Yan people have placed their hopes on for the restoration of the country, in the country!"
"Prince Longqing may not be willing to stay in the Yan Kingdom." Gu Xi thought about the news from the former Japanese military department and said with a smile: "Being able to enter the second floor of the academy to study with the Master is not necessarily worse than being a substitute prince.