A large number of people gathered outside the city gates, and as soon as the city gates were opened, they rushed over like a river that had broken its banks.

People are like this, they are afraid of being one step behind.

Yan Feifei carried Tang Bai and went upstream, her body was flexible, sometimes left and right, and she turned out of the crowd in three or two clicks, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The pursuing soldiers were blocked by the people who poured into the city gates, and when the flow of people was diluted, there were still two people.

Yan Feifei ran wildly along the avenue, she had a lot of strength, carrying Tang as if she had nothing, she was nervous for a while, and forgot that she was still carrying a person on her shoulder.

When the pedestrians saw the two of them like this, they couldn't help but point.

Tang Bai was about to speak, when there was a sound of horses' hooves behind him, the sound was very small, as if it was an illusion.

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder, and they were galloping in the direction of the two of them.

He was already a smart person, and he knew that Xiangcheng had already prepared, otherwise it would be difficult to gather a cavalry so quickly.

"Yan Feifei, let Lao Tzu down!"

Tang Bai roared.

Yan Feifei stopped, only to remember that she was carrying a person on her shoulder, she threw it casually, but forgot to control the strength, and saw Tang Bai fly out like an arrow.

People in the air, involuntarily, crashed straight towards a stone mountain.

Tang Bai was frightened, he had never faced Yan Feifei's power head-on, and at this time he knew what a powerful force it was; it was like the hand of a god grasping his body and flying in the air, the air around him was constantly shaking and exploding, he seemed to see the abyss of death; fear, nervousness, despair, there was a breath of qi in his chest that was constantly oppressing, squeezing his internal organs, so it was not uncomfortable.

This kind of oppression is getting stronger and stronger, he can't help but raise his head and howl, the whistling sound is faint like thunder, boom, boom, ripples spread out in all directions, and the surrounding grass, trees, flowers and stones are shattered by his sound; the true qi in his body runs naturally, like a rapidly expanding balloon, rising bigger and bigger, as if it is about to explode, and then with a 'boom', he crashes into the stone mountain.

This impact is more than a thousand catties, if it were someone else, flesh and blood would have been flying, and the bones and muscles would have been broken. But his body was like a balloon full of gas, the huge impact made the true qi in his body continue to compress, just when he thought he was going to die, he seemed to hear a loud 'boom', the true qi in his body was scattered in the limbs, the feeling of explosion disappeared without a trace, and there was coolness in the body all over the body, which was extremely refreshing.

All these changes are just an instant, but Tang Bai has experienced the test of life and death, and he was able to survive because of coincidence. His practice is different, the practice of the people of the rivers and lakes generally starts with the twelve meridians, the twelve meridians are divided into six yin and six yang, with the functions of running qi and blood, connecting the internal and external organs, and communicating up and down, and most of the important acupuncture points of the body are on these twelve meridians. However, in addition to the 12 main meridians, the human body also has 8 strange meridians, and the 8 meridians are different from the 12 meridians, and the 8 meridians are different from the strange and strange ways, and they do not pass through the hidden intestines, but they play a leading role in the 12 meridians, just like a tree, the 8 meridians of the strange meridians are the main trunk, and the 12 meridians are the branches on the main trunk. However, Tang Bai is different, he unexpectedly found that the scriptures of the "Lotus Sutra" are awkward, and the breath of the words is different, and a set of unique breathing and spitting methods are inexplicably formed, with the Du pulse as the yang and the Ren pulse as the yin to form a complete loop. The stakes are unclear.

Tang Bai is full of true qi, in the face of life and death at the moment, the true qi naturally forms a shield, under the impact of external forces, directly shakes open the connection between the two veins of Ren Zhi and the twelve meridians, and opens up the acupuncture points of other meridians and the twelve meridians like a broken bamboo, forming a new cycle, reaching the level of "Ren Du Yitong, no disease" recorded in the medical scriptures, the vigor of qi and blood, if there is no accident, you can spend all your days and live a hundred years old.

All kinds of coincidences have their own providence in the dark. The reason for this, apart from the author's knowledge, even he himself does not understand. At this time, Tang Bai entered a new world, and the true qi in his body seemed to have life; he could control any part of his body, and he could feel the changes of every cell, the 'breathing' of every hair, this feeling made his senses more acute, more aware of the surrounding space, and his body and mind were comfortable, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl, the howling sound was like a fierce thunder in mid-air, a sudden horn, a rumbling sound, and even Yan Feifei in the distance was shocked and unsettled, and her face was discolored.

At the same time, dozens of war horses, galloping like the wind, as fast as lightning from far to near, galloping towards the two of them like a tide; Yan Feifei screamed: "Tang Bai run." She had never seen such a formation, like the instinct of an animal, subconsciously trying to escape from danger and find a safe place.

Tang Bai didn't move, because he knew that the more he ran, the more strength he would consume, and no matter how fast a person was, how could he be faster than a horse.

The horsemen galloped all the way, and when they came near, they suddenly grabbed the rope, rolled up the wind, dust, sand, and stones, and swept the sky and the earth, so that they were not majestic; and then they looked at the horses, all of them were excellent warriors wearing armor, long knives hanging from their waists, and strong bows in their hands, all of them were majestic and awe-inspiring. In front of the cavalry, a man dressed as a servant in his thirties said in a hurry: "You thief, you kill the young master and still want to escape, little rabbit cub, run, where else can you run? After speaking, he looked at Tang Bai with a long time, the general of the cavalry beside him was a burly man with a black face, his face was expressionless, the thick armor on his body flashed with a cold and faint light, and his broad palm had pressed the handle of the knife, as if as long as Tang Bai said a word, Tang Bai would be beheaded under the horse.

Tang Bai was not afraid, glanced at the servant, and asked: "If Lao Tzu is captured, then can the Xue City Lord still let Lao Tzu go?" The servant said: "If you think beautifully, you will definitely skin and plant grass for your kid, boil oil and light the lamp." When Tang Bai heard this, he laughed and said: "You turtle son, Lao Tzu is a dead man, why do you want to be caught?" After speaking, he pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed at many cavalrymen from afar, without fear.

What is martial arts? It is fighting, it is fearless.

When the servant saw Tang Bai so arrogant, he screamed, "Catch him, you want to live." The cavalry general drew the sword at his waist and pointed at Tang Bai, and the cavalry stepped on the military formation and pressed towards Tang Bai.

The military formation pays attention to the momentum, and the momentum formed by the gathering of the spirit of dozens of people is like a raging fire in the dark, like the oil that is constantly tumbling in the fire, like a waterfall that rushes down thousands of feet, and like a volcano erupting from the underground rock oars.

Tang Bai did not retreat but advanced, in the face of this danger of death and life, he had no fear, put aside the worries of life and death, his blood was burning, he was hunched when he ran, and the muscles around his waist were constantly squeezing, like a lone wolf running in the snow.

The light, the snow-white sword light, slashed towards him brightly.

Potential, unstoppable momentum, like rocks piercing through the air, stormy waves crashing on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

The sword collided with the knife, and the sword light was like a dense knife net.

Tang Bai was surprisingly calm, burst out with amazing strength, and broke away from the knife net when he couldn't make a move, he kept changing his footwork, and every time he changed his footwork, the soles of his feet would have dozens or hundreds of shocks with the ground, and when the cavalry rushed to kill again, he rushed into the air like arrows; The long sword is ruthless, with a kind of 'wind and water cold, and the strong man is gone'.

This series of movements, whether it is the body technique, timing, or swordsmanship, has reached the level of the grandmaster, this is the action he realized by watching countless animals attack and dodge in the mountains, against the wind, against the air, and against the air. A fusion of force, is the perception of the sword, the situation, the realm of the craftsman, he integrates all the elements into these few movements, forming a kind of potential, a generous, fiery potential. This has surpassed the limits of the craftsman, this is a new realm, a realm that many people may never reach in decades.

What is a grandmaster, the grandmaster pays attention to the potential, and the one who becomes the general trend is the grandmaster, and the grandmaster also has a name, called the zongshi. His potential is based on the "Eighteen Styles of Swordsmanship", and is free from the shackles of the "Eighteen Styles of Swordsmanship", which is a kind of artistic conception that ten thousand laws are inseparable from his sect; the potential formed by the integration of many martial arts such as knife technique, stick technique, fist technique, palm technique, etc., is the potential of his achievement as a grandmaster.

When I first learned swords, "Eighteen Styles of Swordsmanship" said about swords: swordsmen need to know swords, raise swords, and love swords. "Among them, raising the sword, in fact, is talking about a kind of potential, feeling the world and the world, achieving the general trend, raising the sword with the potential, so the sword is more and more profitable, and the sword can be unstoppable when the sword is released; this method of raising the sword is also called the sword heart; the sword is a fierce soldier, it is a sharp weapon, so the sword is also said, when the sword is not out, there should be good thoughts, only the kind hearted person, the mentality is peaceful, will not be hurt by the fierceness and advantage of the sword; Tang Bai does not know right or wrong, but he still remembers that the sword has said: when the sword is against the enemy, he should be like a murderer. So he didn't have any mercy, and his sword was a scythe in the hands of death.

"Kill"

In the earth-shattering shout, the sword light flashed, the sword light was brilliant, and he hesitated a little, and he was immediately killed on the spot, without any luck at all. The sound of 'clanging' swords clashed was mixed with several screams. Tang Bai's move 'going to the east of the river' was originally a knife technique, but at this time Tang Bai used a sword to make it out with a sword, less domineering, but more ruthless; a successful move, he used his sword to borrow strength, and it was 'the pigeon to turn over' and the body method, this advance and retreat, wonderful to the peak; crackling and fighting for a while.

Tang Bai found that he didn't take advantage of the slightest advantage, he had to look at this group of cavalry differently, and he kept reminding himself that he was not facing Jianghu people, but an army, an army formation composed of several or hundreds of people in the legend.