When Yelu Donglai's fist was broken by a sword, the other sword in Lin Rufeng's hand moved again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, he drew his sword very slowly, slowly.

No doubt.

Yelu Donglai's angry attack was once again broken by the sword.

The seemingly sluggish sword erupted with terrifying might, and Yelu Donglai's body swept backwards, his feet dragging the ground, leaving two long marks on the ground.

The white snow became filthy.

"It seems...... I really underestimated you. ”

Yelu Donglai's voice was solemn, and his tone was slow.

Lin Rufeng showed a hint of a smile and said, "Your speed is indeed very fast, even if my sword speed is faster, it can't be compared, so I can only choose the stupidest way, so that I can have a chance." ”

Yelu Donglai nodded and said slowly: "Great wisdom is foolish...... I'm afraid that's the case. ”

Lin Rufeng smiled and said slowly: "On a bitter cold night in the heavy snow, you didn't hesitate to come all the way, what do you want?"

Yelu Donglai's expression became serious, he looked at Lin Rufeng, and said, "Taiqian's army has brought too much pressure to the royal court, I can only come and kill you." ”

Lin Rufeng's eyes sank, the smile in his expression took on a hint of discoloration, and he said loudly: "Killing me is certainly a very simple matter, but don't forget, there is a million army of Taiqian standing behind me, do you still have the ability to reach the sky?"

Yelu Donglai smiled in his serious expression and said softly, "That's not something you have to worry about. ”

The twin swords in the hands are sheathed.

Lin Rufeng put his hands behind his back and said, "Naturally, you have to worry about a lot of things when you live, so you might as well retreat!"

Yelu Donglai shook his head, his expression showed a hint of arrogance, and the fierce killing intent pressed towards Lin Rufeng like a mountain burden.

Lin Rufeng's expression became extremely cold.

looked at the soldiers who were gradually surrounding, and his eyes became even colder.

Yelu Donglai smiled slightly, his body trembled, and the snowflakes flying in the sky suddenly condensed into frost, and the extremely low temperature filled the air.

Stretch out your hand.

Pinch the frost floating in the air in your hand, and in an instant, it will melt into cold droplets.

"I really don't want to add a few casualties. ”

Yelu Donglai's voice was cold.

Lin Rufeng nodded slightly, smiled, and said, "Divert the tiger from the mountain?"

Yelu Donglai's expression was still cold, and he said slowly: "You can't keep up with my speed at all, believe it or not, I let you have a river of blood in this camp in the Western Realm, and you may inevitably get into some trouble at that time." ”

Lin Rufeng said softly: "I believe it." ”

Yelu Donglai showed a smile and said, "Then please." ”

Lin Rufeng's body moved slightly, the two swords were instantly unsheathed, and the endless sword qi suddenly burst out, and two low sword sounds came out.

Yelu Donglai nodded, his body moved, and he melted into the wind and snow.

Lin Rufeng followed.

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……

In the camp of the Western Realm, there was a sudden silence.

Yan Yikuan looked at Lin Rufeng, who disappeared in the snowstorm, and his expression showed a hint of worry.

Na Yelu Donglai is known as the fifth grandmaster in the world, and it is rumored that his arms have the power of eight dragons and eight elephants, and he is the first warrior in the royal court.

Although Lin Rufeng's swordsmanship has reached the point of being superb, but in front of this Yelu Donglai, he may not be an opponent, and now is the most critical moment, once there is any problem with the commander of the western realm, then the western military camp will be in chaos.

Slowly taking a few steps forward, Yan Yikuan suppressed the worry in his heart, looked at the messy military camp, and immediately ordered, "Be on guard to prevent the enemy from attacking." ”

In the barracks, it was quickly busy.

Torches were blazing, and construction had begun on the shattered fence that had been destroyed.

Minutes and seconds ticked by.

The camp in the western frontier gradually fell silent.

Above the sky, a dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the clear light of the full moon, and the sky and the earth were suddenly shrouded in shadows.

The barracks are five miles away.

Under the thick snow, one by one, the Biaole army crawled out, and the fine ice ballast was frozen all over their bodies, exuding a biting chill.

Eight hundred Buler soldiers stalked silently on the snow, with wide planks strapped to their feet, seemingly clumsy but moving quickly.

The Westside Camp is getting closer.

The cold makes it easy to let your guard down.

In the face of the impending danger, the patrol soldiers of the Western Frontier Battalion did not react in the slightest, and sat around the campfire, rubbing their hands and stomping their feet, warming themselves.

Like elves in the snow, the 800 Biaole army squatted down on the side of the fence, the scimitar at his waist was pointed out of the sheath, bitten directly into the mouth, and then turned over and crossed the fence in unison.

Everything was silent.

The 800 Biaole Army is really a biao character.

In the camp in the western border, there is still a peaceful atmosphere.

The dark clouds piled up thicker and thicker, completely obscuring the light of the bright moon, the barracks became dark, the burning bonfire illuminated a small area, and the patrolling soldiers leaned close together, relying on the temperature of the bonfire to expel the cold.

All of a sudden.

A figure fell silently.

In the darkness, the Buller army is like a ghost, constantly harvesting life.

The clouds finally drifted over.

The clear light of the moon finally poured out.

The 800 Biaole army also showed their sharp scimitars.

The brief darkness was enough for the Bühler army to do a lot of things, and the grain and grass in the barracks suddenly burned with a raging fire.

There was chaos in the barracks.

Like a terrible ghost coming out of hell, the Biaole army frantically slaughtered those Taiqian soldiers who woke up from their sleep.

"Fight the fire!"

"Someone sneaked up!"

“……”

All kinds of noisy sounds kept coming out.

The Biaole army took the opportunity to kill as much as they wanted.

Yan Yikuan's body rushed out of the military tent, and the biting chill made his body tremble involuntarily, and the excitement on his body made the worry in his heart even stronger.

The turmoil is only temporary.

Soon the Taiqian soldiers also reacted.

Begin to assemble together, combine into an army formation, and begin to counterattack against the invading enemy.

The fastest reaction was still the old pawn who came from Shucheng.

The habits developed in Shu City made them dare not sleep at all, and at the first moment of discovering the enemy, the old pawns of Shu City began to defend against the enemy.

In a short period of time, the old pawns of Shucheng formed a line of defense.

The line of defense was rapidly closing, slashing at the Biaole army.

The reaction of the Bühler army was even more swift.

Soon it came together.

With a swing of his scimitar, he rushed towards the defensive line without fear of death.

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