When it comes to the purpose of Xiliang's entry into Beijing, we have to mention the Sunset Battle a few months ago. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The origin of the Battle of Sunset is full of endless irony.

Lu Qizhong, a famous general of Xiliang, formulated a series of tactical strategies for breaking the Yaoyang Fortress garrisoned by the Wushen Army, and for three whole months before and after, the battle composed of large and small battles around the state was named "Sunset Battle" because of its unexpected results.

It was the hottest day of the summer months.

On this day, the strategy formulated by Lu Qizhong finally reached the final stage, if there was no accident, Bingzhou was already in the pocket of the Xiliang Army.

At noon, the Xiliang army poured out, with Qin Guanyue, who ranked ninth on the Shura list, as the general, and went straight to the Yaoyang Fortress on the other side of the Lingding River.

At that time, the main force of the Martial God Army was lured out of the city and trapped five hundred miles south of the fortress, and there was no time to rescue.

In the end, the Shining Sun Fortress struggled to resist.

The main tribe of the Xiliang Army is west of the Lingding River, and its headquarters is located in a circular valley.

Several tents were scattered, people were constantly coming and going, and battle reports and new directives came and went like water.

"Report!"

At this moment, an armored general Zhang Huang broke into the valley in a panic, knelt down in front of the handsome tent, and hurriedly said: "Dashuai, Yan, Yanshan thieves have come in......"

"How many Yanshan thieves?"

"I'm afraid there are thousands of ......," the general said urgently, "The headquarters is pouring out, and there are only a few hundred soldiers left behind, how can they be the enemy?

"The soldiers in front are still working hard, as the commander-in-chief, how can I retreat?

"But, but......" The general was about to say more, when he suddenly heard a large scream behind him.

With a series of "ping-pong" blade breaks, I saw that dozens of defenders at the mouth of the valley were all hit by a purple energy, and they all screamed and flew back. After landing on the ground, blood vomited wildly, and he looked at Taniguchi in fear.

The general turned around and said bitterly to the handsome tent: "General, you are incompetent, and you can't stop the Yanshan thieves for a while......

In the smoke and dust that spread under the impact of energy, a figure slowly appeared. His steps were very slow, like a leisurely stroll. The sound of the black shoes stomping on the ground was very dull, like the sound of bells and drums that made the eardrums buzz.

"Purple-haired black knife! It's Yan ...... Yan Shiyi ......" a guard who fell and couldn't get up again cried out in horror.

The figure tore through the smoke and dust, and was completely revealed in front of everyone's eyes.

This is actually a very "beautiful" man, with white skin like snow, picturesque eyebrows and narrow red phoenix eyes, except for "beautiful", I really can't find the words to describe such a man.

As he approached the end of the day, the orange sunset shone on his evocative purple hair, rendering a dreamlike color. Because of the inexplicable agitation, the purple-haired hunting ground fluttered backwards.

He was dressed in a dark white coat on the outside, and a dark red middle coat on the inside, which set off his slender and upright figure, and he held a long sheathed knife that was longer than an ordinary standard Miao knife.

"The afterglow of the sunset, the dying and the elegy of the end are all intoxicatingly beautiful. The man smiled softly. Danfeng's eyes closed slightly, and he opened his hands, as if hugging something.

"Why didn't Yan Longtu come in person, isn't Ben Shuai qualified enough to see him?" A deep voice came from the largest tent. Then there was a sound of energetic stirring. The curtain of the tent was burned to ashes by the flames that had sprung up inexplicably, and the inside and outside looked at each other.

The generals who were repulsed hurriedly retreated from both sides, and their minds were slightly settled: "Big handsome!"

It was a middle-aged man with a square face and big ears sitting on the handsome seat who spoke. A pair of tiger eyes that were not angry and arrogant, looking at the young man known as Yan Shiyi, looked very calm. On his right hand stood a longsword glowing with fiery red fluorescent.

This person is the supreme commander of Xiliang and the famous general of the Xiliang Military Machinery Institute - Lu Qizhong.

He was flanked by several men in black. All of them stood according to their swords, their eyes flashed like lightning, and the energy around them was faintly flowing, and their momentum was quite terrifying, obviously they were all cultivators.

In addition to the cultivators, it is the staff group of the Military Aircraft Academy.

"Ask questions you shouldn't ask. Yan Shiyi opened his eyes.

"Yes, Yan Long Tu never let people see his true face, and he didn't dare to appear in front of Ben Shuai!" Lu Qizhong smiled lightly, "However, our Military Machinery Institute has been planning for three years, and today the main force is all out, only the last step is missing, and the state will completely fall into our hands, but in the end, we lost to the Yanshan thieves, which is really a great irony." ”

After a pause, he asked puzzledly: "I want to know, why did the Yanshan bandits do this? Once the war in the state is pacified, the Great Xia Dynasty will be able to free up its hands to deal with the bandits, and if you do this, it is not the same as taking ...... yourself."

"Stop. Yan Shiyi's smile remained unchanged, his right hand flicked lightly, and his purple hair drew a dazzling arc in the air, "It's really not beautiful for you to probe into other people's secrets at will like this, I don't have to answer you." ”

No one had ever dared to interrupt Lu Qizhong's words, so when he was interrupted, his face first showed anger, but he quickly pressed it down, and said lightly: "Do you think that Yan Longtu is not here, and you can deal with Ben Shuai by yourself?"

"I don't like your attitude. Yan Shiyi expressed his displeasure at this, and slowly pulled out the long knife, the blade of which was as bright as the deep night. The generals who were repelled by him showed fear on their faces and involuntarily retreated to the edge of the valley.

Lu Qizhong's pupils contracted suddenly, but they immediately calmed down, and fiery red true qi surged from his body, and at the same time pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword. The fiery red fluorescence on the sword body naturally blended with the true qi, and there was a faint phantom of flame burning, making a slight "clang" sound.

"Lu Qizhong of the Military Aircraft Academy, lead Shura Bangyan Eleven!" Lu Qizhong stood up with the hilt of his sword. His eyes were sharp, and the whole person was like a sword out of its sheath.

Several cultivators beside him screamed, and they all rushed towards Yan Shiyi. Several "choking" sounds came out of the sheath, and under the setting sun, the sword blade shone with inexplicable brilliance, and conjured up countless sword shadows. Silent, like a piece of fluttering willow leaves, it seems to be soft and slow, but in fact it is as fast as thunder.

"It's beautiful, but it's a pity it's vulnerable. ”

In the face of the overwhelming and impenetrable offensive, the corners of Yan Shiyi's lips flew, and the sound of chuckles was like a boundless wind and moon surging in this valley. With the laughter, a brilliant purple true qi emerged from his body, and the invisible aura made his bewitching purple hair fly freely. But these are just to set off, to flatter his flawless face.

The rising purple true qi surface came into contact with the air, and instantly rendered a rich black, just like the color of the blade in his hand. So his body looked like a stamen, and the purple true qi was like a blooming petal, making him look like a dazzling purple night flower that was blooming, dwarfed even by the setting sun.

Just when the petals stretched to the limit, Yan Shiyi didn't move, but the scabbard in his hand suddenly came out of his hand, with an unimaginably powerful force, shattering all the sword shadows. The purple light that competed with the setting sun shone for a moment, and the several cultivators snorted in unison, splashing in all directions like shattered petals.

The gap between true qi and vitality cannot be counted in the Dao.

Seeing this, Lu Qizhong's face became more and more cold. He stepped forward and raised his sword, and the already extremely violent fiery red true qi suddenly exploded, like a rolling flame, turning into a fierce heat wave and rushing out.

The scabbard burst into the tent and was instantly ejected into the air.

The black knife followed the scabbard and slashed at the crest of the wave quickly, and the two colors of energy collided violently, and the camp tent instantly swelled like paper paste, and exploded into countless scattered energy.

Lu Qizhong's face was pale, and his hand holding the sword was bruised. The true qi in the source sea was poured into the long sword without hesitation, and its momentum was fierce and tragic, making it impossible for even strong physique to withstand it, and blood oozed from all over the body.

The tip of the sword gushed out pillar-like true qi, like a fiery snake that pounced on its prey, slamming into the black knife and the purple night true qi emitted by the black knife.

"The people who are about to pass away are so beautiful that they are reluctant to blink. There was another chuckle, and Yan Shiyi, who had been standing in place, suddenly moved. His figure was like an elongated purple horse, and when he reappeared, he was already holding a black knife.

The fire snake was crushed by the Purple Night True Qi almost the moment he held the black knife. The aftermath was not stopped, and the fiery red true qi in front of him was torn apart, forming two heat waves that rolled to both sides, and finally crashed into Lu Qizhong's long sword.

The sword broke and the muffled snort sounded in unison, and Lu Qizhong's whole person hit the mountain wall on the belly of the valley, and he slipped to the ground weakly, leaving a spiderweb-like crack.

All the anomalies disappeared, and all movement stopped at the same time.

Yan Shiyi raised his hand and caught the scabbard that just fell, the black knife rotated in his palm like a windmill, and the remaining purple true qi danced into a flower, and after returning to the sheath, it did not disperse for a long time.

"Run!" Lu Qizhong endured the severe pain and shouted.

But as soon as the words fell, two columns of black-clothed swordsmen poured in behind Yan Shiyi, and their movements surrounded everyone in an orderly manner; at the same time, hundreds of archers with bows aimed at the valley poured out from the cliffs and cliffs of the valley; people outside the valley were crowded, and horses neighed one after another, and they saw all the black-armored knights in formation.

"The fight between two masters of the Cultivation Realm is really spectacular. In the middle of the two rows of black-clothed swordsmen, a young man wearing a tea and white shirt slowly walked out.

Lu Qizhong looked over. I saw that this young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face carved by a top craftsman, long black and thick hair coiled up at the back end, and a flat bun with a lotus leaf scarf. The front end was black and shiny, and it slanted down from his forehead and pressed against his left ear, looking a little weak. But the two straight sword eyebrows were like unsheathed swords, sharp with the subtle changes in his face.

"Who are you?"

As soon as the words came out, his heart was shocked, and he vaguely guessed an astonishing truth.

Because he saw the awe in the eyes of those black-clothed swordsmen, just as his subordinates looked at him, his heart was violently shocked.

The young man grinned, revealing a row of white and neat teeth: "The people of the rivers and lakes call it, Yanlong Tu." ”

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