On the frontal battlefield, the Xichu Nine Swords slowly walked in front of the army, their breaths connected, and they locked on Hong Xiguan, who was about to turn around and leave, and the Taixuan Sword on Zhao Xuanji's waist faintly sounded the sound of wind and thunder.

The Northern Wei Dynasty fist god clenched his fists, rattling, the bait of the 100,000 army, in order to lure out and contain the Zhenxi Army, and force His Majesty to the military horse town, a big game of chess was played earth-shattering, vigorously, so who would be the person who finally appeared in the military horse town? Su Mingchuan? Or is it Zhuge Wei who the world can't see through?

Zhao Xuanji looked to the east, according to the hour, at this moment, that person should appear in Xueyong Pass, and walked towards Junma Town: "General Hong, don't think about it, it's the Poison Sword Immortal Murong Feng!"

Yang Kaifeng gasped, Murong Feng, the lord of the Western Regions, one of the three uniques, the poisonous sword immortal who was ruthless and vicious, and the owner of the Lancamel Mountain Villa who suppressed the rivers and lakes of the Western Regions for twenty years with the power of one person and strangled his beloved to death under the pear blossom tree.

It's just killing someone, it's not enough to make people tremble, but with the word beloved, it's a great despair.

Not only the think tank of the Zhenxi Army gasped, but the fiery general who was not afraid of the sky and the earth was also surprised, he had seen Murong Feng when the Great Wei was first established, when the Western Chu had just established the country, the Great Wei that originally planned to set up two border armies in the north and south suddenly had an additional opponent in the northwest, in order to achieve the strategic encirclement of the new country of Western Chu, the general of the Zhennan Army at that time, the general of the Zhennan Army, the deputy general Han Xianba, or the hussar general Hong Longjia, and the captain Xiong Tuwei entered the Western Regions at the same time into the Lancamel Villa.

Coincidentally, Zhuge Weime, the national teacher of Western Chu, and Su Mingchuan, the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion of Western Chu, were also there, and a strange meeting of sabre-rattling appeared in Lanluo Villa, Murong Feng had slender five fingers, playing with a cup of snow-white porcelain cup, and declined the invitation of Great Wei.

When the momentum of the world's first Lantai State Domain was at its peak, one person was on the river to balance and deter many masters of Southern Liang, where could he tolerate the refusal of the poisonous sword immortal, and the first in the world to try the major of the Western Regions was geometry. Su Mingchuan faced Han Xianhe, restrained each other, and never made a move. The number one in the world and the lord of the Western Regions bombarded three hundred punches, stirring up the heavens and the earth to change color, and the clouds rolled up, and in the end, there was no winner or loser.

Although many years have passed, Xiong Tuwei still remembers the situation of that day, and admires the temperament and courage of the poisonous sword immortal.

Hong Xiguan's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were full of fine light, full of murderous intent, and his heart to leave to save people was even more earnest.

"General Hong, have you thought about it, if you leave, there is no need for my Western Chu army, only with my many masters of Western Chu, it is not difficult to kill more than 10,000 people in the Western Army, not to mention, can General Hong stop the poisonous sword immortal from killing people?

Hong Longjia reached out and touched his neck: "I didn't expect that my head on the neck of Hong Longjia was so valuable, and it could be compared with Generalissimo Zhao." ”

Zhao Xuanji smiled: "General Hong doesn't have to be humble, the three major border armies of the Northern Wei Dynasty were assigned as the main generals, and Mr. Zhuge once said that he was unwilling to make peace with the Taiwan Domain, Song Junyi confrontation, because the two of them are the strongest in the world in the art of war, and afterwards heard that it was General Hong who was sitting in the Zhenxi Army, Mr. Zhuge was awakened by laughter in his dream, but he didn't laugh for long, Mr. found that General Hong's way of using troops was amazing, and several confrontations did not take half a advantage, this confrontation lasted for more than ten years, every time he thought of this, Mr. Zhuge sighed for a long time, and occasionally couldn't help but slap himself, saying that he would rather the two of them join forces to take charge of the Zhenxi Army than face the old general. ”

"Mr. Zhuge praised falsely, Mr. expected the enemy to be in front, seemed to have clairvoyance, and knew the world without leaving Luoyang Gate, Hong Longjia was ashamed. Hong Longjia said lightly, and the words suddenly changed: "Generalissimo, Hong Longjia has something unclear, in the early years, the Zhenxi Army and Xichu fought, and nine out of ten battles were defeated, Mr. Zhuge can always predict the prophet, but in recent years, the situation has changed, and the two armies often fight five or five points, is it that Mr. Zhuge expected the enemy's magic power to retreat?"

Zhao Xuanji's face tightened, and he smiled again: "It's the old general who is more skilled in using soldiers, not that Mr. has retreated." ”

Hong Longjia smiled silently and said in a low voice: "Xiguan, what are the chances of Your Majesty and Yu Qing against Murong Feng?"

Hong Xiguan shook his head: "There is no chance of winning, there is no chance of escaping, when to fight, what means to use, all are up to Murong Feng." ”

After a moment of silence, Hong Longjia spoke: "You go to Xueyong Pass quickly, everything is important for Your Majesty's comfort." ”

Hong Xiguan sighed: "Murong Feng, I can't stop it, the peak masters of the Divine Heaven Realm want to kill people, especially masters like Murong Feng, they can't stop it at all." However, the general does not need to worry too much, I have confidence in Your Majesty. ”

Everyone was silent, and no one pierced the confidence of the deputy general of the Zhenxi Army in deceiving himself.

In front of the military horse town, a scout rode into the city brazenly, the time for the horses to sprint with all their strength was limited, it would not exceed the time of a pillar of incense, there were four horses that fled back to the military horse town, two of the horses were torn apart by Murong Feng, one horse ran to death, only one person was left to return to the military horse town, and finally this horse could not support it, and fell to the ground with a bang, foaming at the mouth, the scout was thrown out by the horse and fell heavily to the ground, a thin scimitar was inserted from the back, poked out from the chest, and a little blood flowed down the blade, which was left by Murong Feng, which happened to hurt people without killing people。

The Poison Sword Immortal didn't care that someone reported to the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he Murong Feng came to take his head.

The general of the defending army hurriedly stepped forward and put his ear to it, and the scout used his last strength to say: "Murong Peak of the Western Regions is coming!" The last breath of his life was released, and he also came to the end of his life.

"Murong Feng of the Western Regions?!" The defending general's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth, the two hundred brothers should never come back: "Come on, quickly protect the house, and the rest of the people will go out of the city with me, Lao Tzu wants to see how many people the Lord of the Western Regions can kill!"

The defenders of the entire Junma Town quickly gathered and divided into two teams, one team drove towards the outside of the city, and went straight to the poisonous sword immortal twenty miles east of the city, and the other team drove towards the house where Li Yuanhao was, surrounding the house.

Outside the house, there was a continuous sound of horses' hooves, although the sound was deliberately suppressed, it still could not hide the breath of solemn tension, as if the taut strings had reached the extreme, and the next moment it would collapse.