The young man's footsteps were very light, as if he was leisurely shopping, and slowly walked thirty steps, the momentum of the young man changed suddenly, and the rain that fell on the iron sword exploded, and a raindrop exploded into countless finer raindrops, and the raindrops that fell on him also exploded, and it looked like there was a hot air rising from a distance, and the heavy rain from heaven and earth rushed madly towards his iron sword, and a water dragon was wrapped around the sword body.

The wind suddenly rose, and the raindrops shot towards the north of Wuchuan Town, and the young man's body had not yet moved, but the iron sword had already risen to the sky, breaking through the air, making a sharp tearing sound, drawing a huge arc, piercing the blue sky, and then overlooking down, sweeping over the head of the infantry phalanx of Wuchuan Town, and crashing into the dark phalanx of the grassland.

The power of this sword and the strength of the sword qi made the ground in front of Wuchuan Town appear for a moment The rain stopped, and the iron sword crashed into the phalanx, and when it hit the end, it directly pierced the heavy armor made of the dark iron of Wolf Juxu Mountain, and pierced the grassland infantry through a heart-piercing cold.

The iron sword fell to the ground and plunged into the ground, and the rain that fell from the sky fell on the sword body, and with a loud sound, it turned into water vapor and rose.

The iron sword inserted in the ground roared softly, as if it was summoned, and automatically broke out of the ground and flew towards Wuchuan Town, at the same time, the young people in the city also began to speed up under their feet, starting with one step but three feet, followed by six feet, one zhang, and the last step stepped directly from the city to the outside of the city, and the man and the sword met in the air, and fell lightly in front of the defenders of Wuchuan Town.

Wen Zhiqian, who was holding the Da Mo knife, rolled his eyes first, and then snorted coldly from his nose: "What are you pretending, you look like a dog, do you think you are very chic?

Looking at the people who came, Zhang Yuan's face became more and more gloomy, Hao Lianbo went south to block the Northern Wei Dynasty Emperor to go north to fight for the opportunity, he wanted to take this military fortress in one fell swoop before the six thousand towns and northern troops rushed to Wuchuan Town, and the six thousand towns and northern troops without purpose and stronghold were rootless duckweed in the vast Central Plains, no matter how great her ability was, she could still fly away with six thousand people and horses, there was always a way to boil frogs in warm water, eat these six thousand people and horses, and slowly consume the Northern Wei Dynasty Emperor.

Although Zhang Yuan and Hao Lian Bobo did not deal with each other, the two had a intrigue between calculating and being calculated because of the battle of Guliangzhou, but this time on the back of 6,000 people in the Zhenbei Army, Hao Lianbo did not hesitate at all, and took the initiative to ask Ying to go to Shenyong Pass to block the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Not to mention that Hao Lian Bobo was able to block the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he had hundreds of thousands of troops in his hands and never conquered a Wuchuan town, which was undoubtedly a major disaster for Zhang Yuan, who was already suffering from the enemy in the grassland court, and the only reason that he could support himself to become the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses in the south was that he Zhang Yuan was a Han man who understood the art of war in the Central Plains!

"General!" A clear voice sounded behind Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan almost didn't hesitate, directly bent over, bowed his head and possessed himself, and said humbly: "Zhang Yuan greets Hao Lian Kedun!"

Hao Lian Liushui, who was dressed in a simple waist suit, walked out slowly, holding an oil-paper umbrella in the style of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, for Hao Lian Liushui, it is the same whether he plays an umbrella or not, no matter how big the wind and rain is, she can't get close, but at this moment she still chose to play an umbrella: "The Great Khan is worried that there will be abnormalities, so let the slave family come to take a look." ”

Due to his brother and many reasons, Hao Lianliushui has the intention of killing Zhang Yuan, which is something that is known to the women and children in Shengjing City.

"Zhang Yuan is incompetent!" Zhang Yuan lowered his head and said: "This time to capture Wuchuan Town, Zhang Yuan will ask the Great Khan to resign as Generalissimo." ”

"The general's words are serious, going south to the Central Plains is a battle for the whole country, related to the great Khan's grand ambition to dominate the world, Hao Lian Liushui knows the priorities, and will not lose the big because of the small, after all, the Northern Wei Dynasty is an outstanding person, although it has lost several peak combat power over the years, but the back wave pushes the front wave, and it is not surprising that there is a master of cultivation in Wuchuan Town. Hao Lian Liushui said lightly and walked forward slowly.

Zhang Yuan looked at the corners of Hao Lian's flowing clothes, and thought to himself, if Hao Lian Bobo died bravely in battle, and Hao Lianshui died in Wuchuan Town, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing? As soon as the idea came to his head, he pressed it into his heart.

Hao Lian Liushui who was moving forward blended into the wind and rain, the seemingly slow pace was actually extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of the iron sword youth, the iron sword youth held the sword with both hands, and made a posture of collecting the sword and returning it to the sheath, and then brazenly drew the sword, and returned the sheath out of the sheath, which seemed to be two simple actions, but in fact the two processes of accumulating momentum and breaking the momentum, since the sword was drawn, the momentum exploded.

Hao Lian Liushui didn't look at the young man opposite, but looked up at the sky: "The flying stream goes straight down three thousand feet, pulling the Milky Way and falling for nine days, this sword intent is extremely good, but I don't know how powerful it is!"

In the rain curtain, the ink clouds rolled, and in the blink of an eye, they were cut into countless lines, and those lines were sword qi, raging and destroying the air, and countless thin lines cut through the space, not only fast but also dense and domineering.

Hao Lian Liushui let the sword qi go down, surrounded by cyan aura, resisting the sword aura of the young man from the iron sword, and looked at the opposite side: "There is the atmosphere of Huang Chunfeng, at the beginning, I only felt that your face was familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it, as soon as this sword qi came out, my heart brightened, you, your name is ...... Lin Yunfeng?"

Back then, Li Yuanying went north to the Huns, rescued Li Xiuce and went south, and once fought against Hao Lian Liushui with Lin Yunfeng, even if the two joined forces at that time, they were not Hao Lian Liushui's opponents, thanks to Yinglan who fell from the sky, relying on the new armor in the sky to repel Hao Lian Liushui a hundred miles away, otherwise it would be difficult for the two of them to survive to this day.

Lin Yunfeng held the sword in both hands and slowly pressed down, the sword qi suddenly condensed, and fell at an even more rapid speed, but when it reached three feet above Hao Lian Liushui's head, the sword qi hit the oil-paper umbrella, and it was difficult to continue, shooting in all directions, from a distance, the most noble woman in the grassland seemed to be wearing a hat composed of sword qi, but this hat was not beautiful, but very dangerous.

Hao Lian couldn't help nodding and said calmly: " It is indeed very strong, at the beginning of your sword was called the thirty-two sword view at ease, the atmosphere is thousands, but unfortunately it is not fine, and then the Confucius ceremony, see you again in Tai'an City, the thirty-two swords automatically extend into sixty-four swords, your sword is a step-by-step process from simple to complex, but in my opinion, after the cumbersome to the limit, you should gradually abandon it, and thousands of evolutions into a single, until a sword has never fallen, and there is no impurity in your heart, it is the time of great success, so at this moment, Lin Yunfeng, how many swords do you have left?"

Lin Yunfeng drew his sword and stood, and the rain fell anew: "There is still a sword left." ”