The two figures met in the air and collided together like the legendary suspended hills in the deepest part of the western wasteland. The terrifying impact sound rippled around. (《》7*
The sharp bloody giant sword caused countless howls in the air, as if the blue sky was about to be split open. However, most of the sword's power was blocked by a pair of iron fists.
Occasionally, the light of the sword breaks through Xiahou's iron fist and falls on him, and Xiahou's shirt will glow with a light yellow luster, making it impossible for the sharp sword to penetrate into his body.
The bloody giant sword is the most powerful weapon of the Demon Sect. Although it cannot break into Xiahou's body, its own weight and the impact it carries turn it into a terrifying hammer, hitting Xiahou's body hard.
Xiahou's iron fist was like a hammer in itself, and it hit Tang's chest and abdomen mercilessly.
In the blink of an eye, these two powerful demon sects shot countless times in the air.
We fought countless times.
Hit countless times.
Beat it countless times.
The two suspended mountain peaks kept colliding and then separated, and then collided again. The sound of a thunderous collision kept ringing in the sky not far above the grassland.
The continuous sound of thunder was so close that the stiff sheep lying in the sea of grass instinctively felt the terror of death. They raised their weak legs in fear and fled in all directions.
The prairie girl who fell from her horse lay lying in the grass and looked at the two god-like figures in the sky. She had already turned into a fool in shock and fear, and could not care less about the separation of her flock.
The soldiers of the Tang Army who were enforcing military law covered their ears and knelt on the grass with pale faces.
The three disciplinary soldiers who were lucky enough not to be beheaded were unable to cover their ears because their hands were tied, and black blood gradually flowed from the corners of their eyes and noses. A moment later, they were shocked to death by the collision of two strong men in the air.
Horses neighed on the meadow, and there was a panic.
The heaviest muffled thunder sounded in the air above the grassland, and fierce winds spread from the air to the earth, causing the long grass to break and fly. The two figures in the air finally separated, retreated dozens of feet, and landed on the grassland.
Two muffled sounds sounded on the grassland surface, almost in no particular order.
The domineering aura on Xiahou and Tang's body was released to the ground as their feet landed. The grassland ground on the soles of their boots suddenly collapsed and turned into two pits. All the spring grass in the pits turned into pieces, just like
The newly repaired and unsealed tomb.
"Enemy attack!"
"There's an assassin!"
Even though they were facing a peerless strongman like Mo Zongshanmen Tianxiaxing, the well-trained Tang Dynasty border troops woke up with strong will after a moment of confusion and began to organize a defense line.
The sound of horse hooves and the clash of armor can be heard endlessly.《》
In the military camp below the meadow, hundreds of the elite Xuanqi of the Tang Dynasty, clad in heavy armor, assembled at an unimaginable speed, transformed into two front formations, sped out of the camp, carried grass clippings and wind dust, and suddenly arrived, sealing the area.
Live in this meadow.
Immediately afterwards, there was another sound of rolling wheels, and more than a dozen heavy crossbows were pushed out of the military camp and aimed at the man above the meadow. Another formation master, protected by powerful servants, began to set up a temporary formation.
The cavalryman of the Tang Dynasty looked solemnly at the man on the meadow.
The enemy was just one person, and the Tang army was fully prepared, but they still sensed an unprecedented danger, and the atmosphere on the meadow became extremely tense.
Tang stood in the meadow, standing in the slightly collapsed pits, standing in front of hundreds of the world's most elite Tang Cavalry, standing in front of countless crossbows, his expression still calm and silent, as if he hadn't seen anything.
All he could see was Xia Hou, who was not far away.
Tang was still wearing the ordinary leather jacket, but compared with before, the leather jacket on him looked more worn out, and was even rotten in many places.
His expression was calm, but his face was a little haggard.
After assisting the Elder Council in leading the tribe to fight against the Central Plains Allied Forces for many days, and in recent days, he has continuously attacked Xiahou and fought against the Tang Army several times. Even though he is an iron man, he also feels tired.
Especially in the previous battle with Xia Hou, although it was short-lived, he was seriously injured. There were numerous holes in the leather jacket between his chest and abdomen, and blood was visible.
The bloody giant sword he held in his hand also looked a little dim.
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The Tang army was undoubtedly the most powerful army in the world.
In the past few years, under the command of General Xiahou, they conquered the Yan Kingdom in the east and the wilderness in the north. They were invincible and conquered every attack. They were extremely proud and confident.
However, they cannot be proud in front of this person.
The Tang army would not be afraid of practitioners, because they believed that no matter how powerful the practitioners were, they were no different from ordinary people under heavy black armor cavalry and crossbow arrows.
But they had never seen a practitioner as powerful as Tang.
The commander of the Tang cavalry stared at the man wearing a leather jacket in the distance and said coldly: "If we can't kill this monster today, then what shame do we have to call ourselves Tang cavalry?"
Hundreds of Tang cavalrymen below the meadow suddenly looked solemn after hearing these words. They pulled out the simple swords in their sheaths and collectively shouted in a deep voice: "Nuo!"
Hundreds of simple knives were drawn out of their sheaths at the same time, and the clanging sounds merged together to form a very solemn and even tragic tune.
In the days after the war between the Central Plains Allied Forces and the Desolate Tribe ended, the man in the fur coat on the meadow appeared seven times around the Tang Army. The latest chapter of the Temple
Tang Qi rounded him up seven times, but failed once. Instead, this man killed many people, and even allowed this man to successfully break into General Xiahou three times.
If the general wasn't so powerful and invincible, I'm afraid this person would have been able to kill him with a sniper.
Ordinary people are not as good as practitioners, and ordinary cavalry are not as good as practitioners. The soldiers of the Tang Army can accept this, but they cannot accept that they cannot even stop the opponent. They cannot accept that as subordinates, they need to rely on the general.
to maintain the safety of the military camp.
For the proud Tang Cavaliers, this is the greatest humiliation.
The desolate and whistling military whistle sounded all around the meadow, and nearly eight hundred Tang Dynasty heavy-armored Xuanqi began to slowly arrange their formations. The crossbow and arrow formation masters at the military camp also pushed forward dozens of feet.
A charge between the world's strongest cavalry and the world's strongest practitioner is about to begin.
"After you rebelled, you turned into a cowardly villain. You always only know how to hide in the military camp, and always only know how to let your men die."
Tang looked at Xia Hou and said.
Xiahou raised his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and reached out to stop the movements of his subordinates around the meadow. Then he raised his head, looked at Tang and said: "My troops did not participate in the war against the tribe, as you know very well.
What's the reason for this? So I don't understand why you have been trying to kill me since last year, even risking death to kill me."
Tang took off his felt hat and threw it at his feet, then walked slowly out of the collapsed Caohai ground, walked more than ten feet in front of Xia Hou, and said, "Because there are many people at the mountain gate waiting for you to go back."
Xia Hou frowned slightly.
Those eyebrows carved out like iron wire look so cold and hard once they are wrinkled.
There are no living people in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, only bones and corpses all over the ground. So the people waiting for him to return are not people, but unwilling ghosts.
"Your teacher and I had already left before the mountain gate was broken down by Mr. Ke. This matter has nothing to do with me. You can't accuse me of this."
"But after you went south, you eventually became a guest of Xiling Temple."
Tang said: "A traitor is a traitor. All the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty are waiting for you to go back and apologize at the mountain gate. Senior Sister Murong is also waiting for you in the steamer."
When Xiahou heard the word "Murong", his eyebrows, which were as wrinkled as iron bars, gradually became dim. After being silent for a long time, he said, "It's not that easy to kill me."
Tang said: "If I release your true identity, who in the world can tolerate you?"
Xia Hou said: "It is enough if Xiling, Your Majesty and the Academy can tolerate me, because this means that God can tolerate me. As long as Heaven can tolerate me, no one in the world will dare to tolerate me."
Tang said: "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty tolerated you because of your military exploits. He may have wanted to get rid of you a long time ago, but he just didn't want to have a direct conflict with Xiling, and there was no evidence, so he drove you to be a tiger commander and stationed outside the border."
The reason why the academy won't kill you is because the people in the academy have long forgotten how to kill people."
"Maybe you have a point."
Xia Hou looked at him expressionlessly and said: "But you are not the Haotian Dao Sect, nor the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, nor the Academy, so you cannot kill me, and now you are the only one in the world who wants to kill me."
Tang said: "Why can't I kill you?"
Xiahou looked at the bloody giant sword in his hand, at the terrifying blade that dug deeply into the grassland, and said, "Because the holy sword has faded in your hand."
Tang said: "Your armor has also been broken."
The battle robe Xia Hou was wearing was a new one that he had changed into in the early morning. At this time, it had already been broken into strands by Tang's blade, revealing the metallic armor underneath.
He is the general who suppresses the army of the Tang Empire. The armor he wears was personally designed by Professor Huang He of the academy and supervised by the academy. It is engraved with complicated lines and can provide him with seemingly endless protection.
However, it seems infinite, but it is not really infinite after all.
Last year in Hulan Haibei, the bloody giant sword in Tang's hand had left deep marks on this armor. In recent continuous battles, this armor has become much dimmer than before, especially around the chest and abdomen, and even appeared.
Several cracks indicate the outcome of the collapse.
This armor can no longer last for long.
"You've been hurting."
Xia Hou looked at the fist marks and blood stains on Tang's chest and abdomen, and said: "And you were seriously injured. If you were in good condition, it would take about four thousand heavily armored black knights to trap you to death, but now you may die at any time.
Die in the iron hoof. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me at any time."
"Unless you can break my legs, your cavalry can trap me."
Tang said: "But you know that my legs are not easy to break. You have tried to do this three times in a row, but you have not succeeded. You will never succeed."
After a pause, he said: "And you keep getting hurt."
Xia Hou said: "My injury is lighter than yours."
Don said: "But you are older than me."
Xia Hou said: "We are all descendants of Mingzong, do you still believe in such nonsense as old age and infirmity?"
Tang said: "Old age does not necessarily mean physical weakness, but the spirit will definitely be inferior to that of the past. For example, you are more afraid of death now than you were then. Of course, you have been afraid of death since you cooked Murong to death."
Xiahou remained silent.
“The older you get, the more likely you are to be afraid of death, the more cowardly you are, the more likely you are to be afraid of death, and the more afraid of death you are, the more likely you are to die.”
Tang looked at him and said: "As long as you don't return to Chang'an City, I will keep following you and keep spending time with you. I will watch you die in front of me with my own eyes."
Xiahou said nothing and turned around and walked down the meadow.
All I could hear was the sudden sound of the blue flute, the thunderous sound of hooves all around the meadow, and hundreds of heavily armored Xuanqi riding like an iron stream, rushing towards Tang who was standing quietly on the meadow.
Xiahou walked towards the military camp far away in the meadow without looking back.
Hearing the sound of roaring flames piercing the air in the meadow behind him, he didn't look back. Hearing the thunderous crash, he still didn't look back.
After three consecutive sniper kills and counter-sniper kills, Tang never made a move, and he never found a chance to hurt the opponent's leg. So Tang would never let himself fall into the whirlpool of Wanqi's charge.
Ever since he betrayed the Demon Sect, Xiahou knew that this day would come sooner or later.
But he didn't expect that the person responsible for killing the traitors in the Demon Sect was not the twenty-three-year cicada, but the disciple of the twenty-three-year cicada. He admitted that Tang was right. He was indeed more afraid of death now than before, but he didn't
Worried that he would die in Tang's hands or legs.
Because although Tang is one of the most powerful people in the world, he is also the same.
If it was the twenty-three-year-old Cicada who came, he would have no choice but to flee back to Chang'an.
Xia Hou thought so.
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On the bank of Yanming Lake at the foot of Yanming Mountain, dozens of old houses and new houses have all changed owners.
The new owner did not make many improvements to the lakeside house, and did not demolish it all and rebuild it, but it still spent a huge amount of money to renovate and tidy up the lakeside.
Hundreds of workers and more than ten carts gathered at the lakeside and began to clear the mud from the lake. The gardeners invited from the Bachelor's Mansion began to direct the boatmen to plant lotus flowers in the early Qing lake.
The owners of the old house who had just moved out heard about what was happening here, and returned to Yanming Lake with their young and old to watch the excitement, watching the lake mud being hauled away by trucks, and watching the boats planting lotus flowers in the lake.
, thinking about the possible beautiful scenery next year, I can’t help but feel envious.
Envy is envy, and maybe there is some regret, but there is no jealousy, let alone hatred. The quality of Chang'an people has always been worthy of praise. Since the new owner spent money, then the other party will spend money to renovate and renovate Yujing.
They are all the enjoyment the other party deserves.
The Yanming Lake renovation project was organized by Fourth Master Qi's Yulong Gang. Ning Que only asked the other party to temporarily leave the structure of the house unchanged and plant more lotus flowers. He didn't understand the specific construction and didn't want to participate, so he still
Live in Lao Bizhai in Lin 47 Lane.
"Xiao Heizi reminded me before that Xiahou is afraid of water."
Ning Que sat on the edge of the well, looking at the quiet, waveless, deep and dark well water, and said, "But I don't understand why a strong man at the pinnacle of martial arts is afraid of water. Maybe Xiahou deliberately said it to deceive others, so
Instead of trying to drown him, I decided to kill him and then plant lotus flowers on him."