Jumping in, the sword light rises. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A crisp sound was like the sound of flowing water in a great river.

The cold light appeared, and the old soldiers of Shucheng continued to fall.

I saw that Yelu Donglai was holding a very peculiar sword, a sword hilt, but with two sword bodies, the sword body was as thin as Zen, but it was extremely sharp.

The sound of the bang kept ringing, and the old soldier of Shucheng did not have the slightest power to parry in front of Yelu Donglai.

In addition to the shield, the horsemen on the grassland also dismounted, trying to flip through the shield that was more than two meters high.

The cold light splashed, and a large number of Shucheng soldiers fell again.

Jerodon let out a long howl.

Above his face, countless green tendons burst out, and his thick arms stretched out, trying to pull up the iron stake that had been smashed into the ground.

The earth trembled slightly.

An iron stake actually broke through the ground.

The old pawn of Shucheng did not panic at all, the shield was pulled by eighteen iron chains, and it didn't hurt if there was one less.

The army formation was quickly formed, and they went towards Na Yelu Donglai to besiege and kill.

Yelu Donglai's expression was filled with endless indifference, and with a roar, he threw the iron stake away, and in an instant, it smashed into a large area.

"Kill!"

The old soldiers of Shucheng fought hard.

His eyes were cold, and the cold light flashed.

The old pawn of Shucheng continued to fall under the sword of Yelu Donglai like a moth to a fire.

At the same time, the 50,000 iron soul light horsemen who were biting Yelu Donglai also chased after them, looking at the grassland iron horsemen who dismounted and climbed over the shield, the thick killing intent suddenly emanated, and the war horse neighed and rushed over.

Shouts of killing rang out.

It is worthy of the steppe iron cavalry that has oppressed the Taiqian Empire for hundreds of years, even if he gets off the horse, he can fight with the soldiers of Taiqian, and even the battle of the steppe people is more bloody, and before he dies, he also thinks about dragging one into the water.

Yelu Donglai's body turned, and before the next iron stake appeared, the sound of thunder in his body was like thunder, and on his back, the muscles were like dragons, rising high, and another iron stake broke through the ground.

And at this time

The 100,000 old soldiers of Shucheng have trapped Yelu Donglai in the center.

A figure swept through the air.

"Don't struggle, I will take your dog's head today. ”

A sigh sounded, but with great determination.

Yelu Donglai's expression couldn't help but be stunned.

The long sword in his hand hung obliquely, and the cold light in his eyes flashed out, looking at the figure that swept through the air.

A thin figure stood ten steps away from Yelu Donglai, a well-cut yellow cloth shirt, exuding an elegant temperament, on a handsome face, there was no wrinkle in sight, like a child's skin, his eyes were very flat, like a pool of stagnant water, without any vitality.

Wave your hand casually.

The Shucheng veterans gathered behind him suddenly distanced themselves.

Yelu Donglai frowned slightly, and said, "Tang Huang, you still appeared here." ”

Tang Huang's thin figure slowly took a step forward and said, "What's the matter, you are allowed to appear, is it not allowed for me to appear?"

Yelu Donglai shook his head and said loudly: "You misunderstood what I meant, I didn't expect you to come here, because I didn't want you to come too early in the battle between you and me. ”

Tang Huang's expression was very calm, and he said, "How can you say this?"

Yelu Donglai's expression was still proud, and he said: "I think that the battle between you and me should be in the imperial city of Taiqian, and it should be observed by ten thousand people." ”

The corners of Tang Huang's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a subtle smile, and said, "Then I'm afraid you will never be able to fight me." ”

Yelu Donglai shook his head, his expression became very serious, and said: "How is it impossible, in the near future, I will definitely stand on your majestic city wall to pee a soak No way, we grassland people are like this, and you are like that." ”

Tang Huang's right hand moved slightly.

In the scabbard, the sword light overflowed, and the half sword was unsheathed.

A clear sound came into his ears, and Yelu Donglai's expression became a little playful, "It's still that hot temper, it's really hard to imagine how your thin body can withstand your temper like drought and thunder, and I'm really not afraid of being angry to death." ”

"That's not what you feared, and today you will die. ”

As the words fell, a long sword suddenly unsheathed.

In the air, the meaning of gloom is even worse.

Yelu Donglai's gaze froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

The silence of one of the ten famous swords is revealed for the first time today in this vast Boluo grassland.

Under the fame, it is actually difficult to deserve.

The shadow of the famous tree, the legend of the ten famous swords is almost engraved in the hearts of every Jianghu person, every birth is accompanied by bloody wind and rain, Tang Huang in order to win the silence, even did not hesitate to borrow the power of the empire, the military machine pavilion discharged countless masters, and even the heavy cavalry of the empire is also dispatched to cooperate, is to take the silence into the hand.

For so many years, Tang Huang has been living in seclusion in the palace.

There is no other reason, there are too many people who want to seize the Silent Sword in his hands.

The world is so big, I don't know how many masters are hidden in the open and secret, since ancient times, there are countless deeds of many masters who capsize in the gutter.

Tang Huang was reluctant to give away the sword in his hand.

After living in seclusion in the imperial city for many years, Tang Huang's perception and cultivation of kendo has also reached a peak of perfection.

At that time, on the banks of the Crescent River, the world's grandmasters and masters all went to discuss martial arts, Tang Huang was defeated by one move, succumbing to Yelu Donglai, ranking sixth, and the defeat of that move has always been the shackles of Tang Huang's advance.

The shackles are not afraid, and it is difficult to cultivate an inch.

Over the years, Tang Huang has been waiting for this opportunity.

The war in the western border can be said to be very extensive for Taiqian, and Yelu Donglai was in the calculation at the beginning.

Tang Huang wants to break the shackles.

The empire wanted Yelu Dong to die and remove the obstacles.

Tang Huang's visit to the grassland this time can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

It can not only repay the emperor's kindness, but also find an opportunity for itself to break through again.

Feel the bleak killing intent emanating from the silence.

Yelu Donglai's expression became extremely solemn, his footsteps moved slightly, the long sword in his hand shook, and in the sound of rushing water, countless cold lights exploded.

Preemptive.

Tang Huang's expression remained unchanged, and he stepped out gently, like a leisurely walk, and the silence in his hand casually pulled out a sword flower, just like the snow lotus on the 10,000-year-old snow mountain, with a different charm.

The sword flower dispersed.

Silence stabbed straight out.

Like the wind, like light, like lightning.

Just like a white horse passing through a gap, it is short and incalculable.

A burst of qi emanated.

It's like autumn, bleak and cold, the flowers are withering, everything is withering, and the earth is barren.