The entire north contains the three states of Bingzhou, Jizhou and Youzhou. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Since Yuan Futong rebelled, Chonghou Hu sent people to pretend to be beheaded in the court, the entire north has completely broken away from the management of the big merchants, and no longer bows down to the vassals.

As Wen Taishi expected, the soldiers had the first wave of impact, and the other party was ordered by Su Hu.

Obviously, Su Hu was not the opponent of the old fox Wen Zhong, and he moved between the battle formations, and soon said that the soldiers in Su Hu's hands were trapped in the formation.

"Su Hu, what kind of soldiers did your mother lead, you are really a straw bale and a waste!" Chonghou Hu was angry, those were all soldiers in his hands! What a pity to fold here...... Chonghou Hu sat on a red and brown horse, with a group of generals behind him, and a handsome flag embroidered dragon and phoenix behind him, and his son Chongying Biao was half a horse behind him.

"General Chong doesn't look at who is leading the troops on the other side, defeat is normal, and if you are not defeated, there is a problem. Su Hu sneered at each other, and then said to a young man behind him: "Quan Zhong, you take five hundred elite soldiers, attack from the right side, and open a gap." ”

"Yes, the last general will not fail in his mission!"

The voice was loud, and the man was Su Quanzhong, the son of Su Hu, and Su Quanzhong patted his horse to lead the troops into battle.

Wen Zhong seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and photographed a young general next to him to meet the attack, the young general was too young, only twelve or thirteen years old, but he looked similar to Wen Zhong. It seems that this is the younger generation of disciples brought out by Wen Zhong to see the world.

The young general rode his horse, stepped forward with a wedge, and the two sides fought to the halberd, and shook his head around a little phoenix; The two horses intersected, and the teenager was slapped under the horse by Su Quanzhong's halberd in the fifty-sixth round. Just as he was about to step forward to give the final blow, Wen Zhong sat down and Mo Qilin roared, Su Quanzhong's war horse fell to the ground, and the young man was rescued.

"In the end, there will be the trust of the Taishi...", the little general was rescued, and knelt in front of Wen Zhong, his head pressed very low.

"Stand up. Wen Zhong said sternly, "Put away that little child's attitude, winning or losing once is nothing, but your spine can't be bent." ”

"The herald beats the drums. "Wen Taishi, the general on the formation, the horse and the knife will be killed. A shout was raised, and the gloom clouds of only killing were bleak, black smoke billowed out, corpses were everywhere, and blood was splattered in canals. Su Quanzhong's war horse neighed, fought and left, and fled into the city in defeat.

After Li Zhuying invited Yang Jiao to behead Yuan Futong, he went to Shouyang Mountain in person, took some copper and star iron from Shoushan Mountain, and asked the Grand Master of Xuandu to refine a weapon.

Originally, he wanted to find Yun Zhongzi, the imitation master, but this guy's whereabouts were mysterious and elusive. I'm still singing today, maybe I'll go to the West Sea tomorrow, it's too troublesome to find him, and time waits for no one.

The mortal soldiers fought, and the cultivators on both sides were not idle, Yuan Futong was an ape, and his heart was uncertain, so he rushed out directly. He held a big iron rod in his hand and shouted: "Wen Zhong, come out and die." ”

"Hmph, I'm here to fight you. Yang Jian couldn't hold it back for a long time, and when he saw Yuan Futong coming out of the battle, he greeted him with a sword.

"Hmph, it turned out that I was looking for a helper, it's useless, when I meet you Grandpa Yuan, it's a dead end to find a helper. Raising the iron rod in his hand and striking at Yang Jian, Yang Jian shouted, and the wind slashing fairy sword in his hand was on top of Yuan Futong's iron rod, splashing a little fire.

This Yuan Futong is a gibbon monkey incarnation, born with divine power, his arms have 10,000 catties, just now he was angry and struck, Rao is Yang Jian was shocked back under the light enemy for a while, and staggered a few steps to steady, Yang Jian's Xuangong operation, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of familiarity, "How can this Yuan Futong's practice practice be so similar to his brother's Nine Turns Xuangong? It seems to come from the same source!" In this way, Yang Jian was not in a hurry to kill Yuan Futong, he was fully engaged, and he did not dare to be careless, observing Yuan Futong's exercises.

Yuan Futong didn't know Yang Jian's plan, he only knew that he wanted to sweep away all the obstacles in front of him, and swept towards Yang Jian with an iron rod.

Yang Jian flashed and flashed away, Yuan Hong thought that he was afraid, and his killing moves became more and more fierce.

Yang Jiao also saw that Yuan Futong's exercises were quite similar to himself, and he couldn't see the clue for a while. The Nine Turns Xuangong is a Xuanmen apologetic skill, which is generally not passed on to outsiders, and he is sure that there is no junior brother surnamed Yuan in the teaching, so where does his practice come from?

"Senior Brother Wen, do you know what kind of exercises this Yuan Futong is cultivating?" Yang Jiao couldn't guess, so he turned to ask Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Speaking of which, the exercises practiced by this Yuan Futong are quite similar to my Xuanmen Three Sects Apologetic Divine Skills, I didn't see it at first, but after being clicked by Uncle Candle Shadow, I knew that this Yuan Futong practiced an exercise called Eight or Nine Xuangong." ”

These eight or nine Xuan Gong and the Nine Xuan Gong come from the same source, and they were originally the Wu Clan's body refining exercises. The Wu clan was defeated, and this exercise was mutilated, and then it was supplemented by various sects, and there were two different versions. One is the Eight or Nine Xuangong that specializes in the cultivation of the physical body, and the other is the Nine Turns Xuangong of the Yuan Shen Flesh Body Double Cultivation.

And Li Zhuying is a rare person who has complete Xuangong.

"Eighty-nine Xuangong?" Yang Jiao kept this name in his heart, and secretly guessed which disciple Yuan Futong was. It is impossible to expound and teach, and it is impossible for people to teach. Don't think about it, the person Uncle Candle Shadow wants to kill will naturally not be a disciple of the Interception Sect. Yuan Futong is a demon, it may be a demon religion, or it may be a Western religion......

On the battlefield, things are changing rapidly. Yang Jian almost figured out Yuan Futong's path, so he no longer dodged and defended. The slashing immortal sword shook Yuan Futong back again and again.

Yuan Futong was shocked, "Good boy, playing against grandpa, he has hidden his strength." After that, Yuan Futong's iron rod danced vigorously, and with a stick, it carried the momentum of thunder and thunder, and went straight to Yang Jian's head.

Yang Jian is not afraid at all, and he is not afraid of competing for strength. The sword of the slashing immortal blocked, the gold and iron struck, and the aftermath of the battle between the two shook a mountain peak into powder.

"Brother Yang's younger brother is really extraordinary, and then let Brother Wei see the demeanor of Brother Yang Jiao. "Wen Zhong's eyes are six, his ears are listening to all directions, at this time, in the direction of Chonghou Hu, another combat force was sent - Chonghou Tiger!

In his early years, the Chong Black Tiger was taught Taoism by a stranger, and it was as easy as probing to get the head of a general in a million army. It is precisely because of this that Wen Zhong has been unable to attack for a long time and cannot pacify the northern land. Even if Wen Zhong's cultivation is superb, he can only block Yuan Futong, and with the help of the formation of interception and cultivation, he may be able to trap people, but he can only stop there.

If Wen Zhong faced Yuan Futong, then there would be no enemy in the army who worshiped the Black Tiger.

Yang Jiao glanced at the Chonghei Tiger who came out of the formation, and saw that he was wearing battle armor, holding a golden axe, and carrying a red gourd behind his back: "Haha, so please Wen Senior Brother sweep the formation for me, I will go to meet this black tiger." ”

After that, Yang Jiao rode forward on a golden bull.

"Who's coming, report your name!" Chonghei Hu shouted.

Yang Jiao slowly took out two big bones, which were the pair of fangs left by Zhu Zizhen after his death.

"Xiao Ye Xing will not change his name, he will not change his surname, his surname is Yang Mingjiao. I've heard that you're very difficult to deal with, so I'm here to see what to do. ”

"Hehe, the little beast is so daring, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back after seeing it. Chonghei Tiger was choked by Yang Jiao's carelessness, and slashed with a golden axe......