For several days, I walked in the rugged mountains and valleys, with few trees and forests, and few people.

When you go to the high place, you can see that the bottom of your eyes is full of continuous loess mountains, and the mountains are full of withered yellow vines and grass that cover your knees, and after the strong wind blows, the gray and white velvet is flying all over the sky.

The morning and evening blows have already cut off their faces.

The horses taken twice from the Rong cavalry, some of which were put on carts for the elderly and children, and some for camel supplies, made the group appear to be more affluent.

The remaining more than 400 homeless people, all of them were covered with dust and rags, and their image became more and more like a group of people called Hanako.

The three brothers Zhao Yi and Wei Xiaoyong walked at the back of the team, and they were also disgraced, Zhao Yi's beautiful face became a little rough, and even Cui Shusheng couldn't see a trace of chic.

The Lu father and daughter have been walking in the team, and they have never taken the initiative to greet Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi himself is also very knowledgeable, always far away from their father and daughter, there are things for Jiang Wenyu to say, Wei Xiaoyong often went to see the wounded soldiers who were arranged in the carriage.

Jiang Wenyu was very happy with this errand, although he had some mustard in his heart because of the relationship between Zhao Yi and Lu Qingxin, he couldn't help himself from getting close to Lu Qingxin.

If he could say a few words to her, or if Zhao Qingxin happened to smile at him, then Jiang Wenyu would be happy for a while, and even the fatigue of rushing disappeared without a trace.

Since that day, after seeing Zhao Yili's sword technique of splitting the Xuanjia dead soldier of the Rong Kingdom, along the way, Jiang Wenyu has been shouting for Zhao Yi to teach him, and he is also making a knife, Jiang Wenyu admires his eldest brother so much.

Zhao Yi did not hide his selfishness, and gave his understanding to Jiang Wenyu, Jiang Wenyu benefited a lot, and when he made the knife, whether it was in strength or momentum, he was still far behind.

Once after practicing the knife, Jiang Wenyu was complaining about the knife he used, why it didn't have the momentum of Zhao Yi, Wei Xiaoyong, who had spoken very little along the way, walked to his side and said a word to Jiang Wenyu, and Jiang Wenyu instantly felt ashamed of his complaint.

Wei Xiaoyong said that Zhao Yi's sword strength was not practiced, but sharpened in the past three years or so, in thousands of tragic battles with the desert flying horses of the Yuwen Department.

When Jiang Wenyu turned his head to look at Zhao Yi, his gaze was different from usual, and Zhao Yi also had a hint of childishness on his face, but there was a kind of perseverance and calmness that his peers did not have.

Jiang Wenyu sighed secretly, he has lived on horseback since he was a child, and he is no stranger to the fierceness of the battlefield fighting, and he can't help but admire Zhao Yi a little more.

On this day, they marched into a large canyon, with steep cliffs on both sides, and a line of sky in between, from which the sky was cut into a long blue band.

"Brothers, after crossing this line of gorges, if you walk for three more days, you can see Langshui, and Luoyang City is on the edge of Langshui. Jiang Wenyu stood in the middle of the road, stretched out his hand and pointed ahead.

Cui Shusheng changed his tired face, looked around happily, and said happily: "This place is really good." ”

"You can't see such scenery in Jiangnan, right?" Jiang Wenyu said with a smile.

Seeing that Zhao Yi was silent, the two were just looking around, and the expressions on their faces became very serious.

Jiang Wenyu walked up to him and asked puzzledly, "Zhao Yi, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yi shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The terrain of this place is so dangerous, if someone intercepts us here, it will not be good." ”

Jiang Wenyu patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't worry about this, this is already my territory, who dares to come to my Jiang family's door to spread wild!"

"Really, old Jiang, don't brag, right?" Cui Shusheng walked over and said with some disbelief.

"Does my old ginger need to brag? I'll tell you......"

Jiang Wenyu was about to explain, but when he saw Wei Xiaoyong suddenly lying on the ground and putting his ears to the ground, Jiang Wenyu immediately shut up and looked at him with wide eyes.

Wei Xiaoyong listened for a while, then stood up and nodded to Zhao Yi: "A total of thirty horsemen from five miles away, coming straight to us." ”

"Are you sure?" Jiang Wenyu still didn't believe it.

Zhao Yi was convinced of Wei Xiaoyong's words, and he instructed Jiang Wenyu: "You go with Mr. Lu and lead the displaced people through the canyon quickly, and we will stay and stop them." ”

Jiang Wenyu hesitated for a moment and said, "Then we will wait for you on the side of the road out of the canyon." ”

"No, you keep moving forward and get to Luoyang City as soon as possible. Zhao Yi said categorically.

Seeing that Zhao Yi said resolutely, Jiang Wenyu did not hesitate, he looked at Cui Shusheng and Wei Xiaoyong, said "You should be more careful", and turned to chase the homeless.

After listening to Jiang Wenyu's words, Lu Wu glanced at Zhao Yi from a distance, and only said, "Then let's go." ”

Seeing Lu Qingxin standing still, he called out again: "Xin'er, hurry up." ”

Lu Qingxin hesitantly glanced at the not very strong figure in the distance, bit his lip, and turned to catch up with Lu Wu.

The long line of displaced people staggered towards the other end of the canyon, and behind them, three figures crossed the main road, and farther away, a group of men and horses rushed towards them menacingly.

Zhao Yi was holding an armor-piercing knife in his hand, and Cui Shusheng and Wei Xiaoyong were holding swords in their hands.

At last, the galloping thirty horsemen stopped before them, and the tall and majestic horsemen rose to their feet, and their neighing resounded through the valley.

Cui Shusheng had never seen such a scene, and was immediately stunned by the other party's compelling momentum, and unconsciously took a step back.

Zhao Yi glanced back at Cui Shusheng, and then looked at the person on the opposite horse.

At the head was an old man in green clothes with a gray beard, and to his right and left were two young men, a man and a woman, the man was tall and mighty, and the woman was petite and weak.

The twenty-seven horsemen behind them were all mighty men with broadswords.

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at the three people in the middle of the road and asked, "You are the young man who killed the twenty horsemen of the Xuanjia Dead Soldiers of the Rong Kingdom with one sword?"

Zhao Yi nodded.

"Do you know who I am?" asked the old man in Tsing Yi again.

Zhao Yi shook his head.

"Have you ever heard of a white horse shining on Tsing Yi?" asked the old man in Tsing Yi again.

The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to be very patient and behaved very kindly, as if they were rushing here not for anything else, but to ask his mother a few words, and by the way, to inquire about his name and whether everyone knew it.

Zhao Yi shook his head again, he really didn't know that he had heard of the famous places when he first set foot in the rivers and lakes, such as the King of the East China Sea, who was known as "the first in the world", the sword immortal of Bashan Shushui, and the Taoist real people on Taiyi Mountain in Zhongnan.

Other than that, he didn't know anything.

The pair of men and women beside the old man in Tsing Yi looked gloomy, as if his cultivation skills had been used to the limit, and the young man in front of him was really too much if he didn't know how to lift.

Zhao Yi's calmness and calmness, in their eyes, turned into no one in their eyes.

Seeing that the old man on the horse had a good face, Zhao Yi was a little embarrassed, and hugged his fists and said: "I'm sorry, it's the first time I've come to Liangzhou, and I've never set foot in the rivers and lakes before." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi laughed, couldn't stop looking Zhao Yi up and down, and admired: "What a good young man, the old man can't bear to make a move, you get out of the way!"

It's like an elephant that can't bear to trample on an ant on the ground.

Zhao Yi looked back at Cui Shusheng and Wei Xiaoyong, and then shook his head at the old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to be in a hurry, and when he saw Zhao Yi rejecting his words, he was not angry, and asked with a smile: "Then who are you, Mr. Lu? ”

Before Zhao Yi could answer, Cui Shusheng behind him had already spoken first: "Mr. Lu is my eldest brother's father-in-law. ”

"I see!"

The old man in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "That maid is worth your hard work for her." ”

Zhao Yi acquiesced to Cui Shusheng's words, he clenched the armor-breaking knife in his right hand, but the qi in his body was restrained, and the old man in Tsing Yi in front of him gave him a feeling of looking up to the mountains, and he regretted a little that he didn't let Cui Shusheng and Wei Xiaoyong behind him leave.

Seeing the old man in Tsing Yi pull out the spear from the side of the horse, the young man beside him hurriedly said, "Master, let the apprentice come." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi weighed the spear in his hand, shook his head and said, "You are not his opponent." ”

Then he said to Zhao Yi: "Young man, the spear in my hand is called Shocking Dragon, don't you have a better knife?"

Zhao Yi shook his head and gestured with his knife, meaning to use the armor-piercing knife in his hand to catch his spear.

When the old man in Tsing Yi reported the word "Shocking Dragon", Wei Xiaoyong's face changed, he was older than Zhao Yi and Cui Shusheng, and he had been at the northern border, and he knew more about some of the legends circulating on the border, and he naturally heard of the legend of "Shocking Dragon".

On the border of Yunzhou in the previous dynasty, there was a Snapdragon army stationed in the imperial court, and the Snapdragon general was named Fu Qingyi, and he had a spear named Shocking Dragon.

"General be careful. Wei Xiaoyong reminded.

As soon as Wei Xiaoyong's words of reminder fell, I saw the old man in Tsing Yi rising from the horse, the silver spear in his hand thrust forward, and the cold silver spear seemed to come to life.

The name of the gun is shocking, and the gun is like a rainbow.

Zhao Yi snorted coldly: "Retreat!"

He held the knife in front of his chest with both hands, the dragon spear was still one step away from him, Zhao Yi only felt a domineering force hit the knife, knocking him back ten steps, and two grooves were ploughed out by his feet on the ground.

When Cui Shusheng and Wei Xiaoyong heard Zhao Yi's "retreat", they had already quickly retreated ten steps away, and when they saw Zhao Yi being knocked back ten steps by the power of the old man in Tsing Yi, the two looked at each other and took ten steps back.

Dust rose in the canyon, all because of the power of the old man in Tsing Yi just now.

"Yes!

The old man in Tsing Yi approved, and the silver spear in his hand moved again, like a dragon going out to sea, with bursts of waves and little waves.

Zhao Yi no longer held the knife to block this time, he took a step forward, still holding the knife with both hands, and swept forward, using the most common move on the battlefield: sweeping thousands of troops.

All the qi in his body was poured into his arms, and then with this move, he swept through thousands of armies and gushed out.

In fact, Zhao Yi's move seems simple and ordinary, but there is a saying called "knife cutting dragon", whether it is the timing of the knife, or the mobilization and penetration of the whole body's qi, all of which he has been able to master perfectly after experiencing thousands of tempering on the battlefield.

The two qi engines intersected, like a dragon and tiger fighting, and the canyon of the first line of heaven was instantly knocked and shaken, and on the cliffs on both sides, large stones were shaken down.

This time Zhao Yi took five steps back, the grooves ploughed out by his feet on the ground were deeper than before, his face was swollen red, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still cold and bright.

The old man in Tsing Yi stood upright with a gun, his face was ruddy, his eyes were shining, and the green robe on his body was spotless, and he didn't look like a veteran on the battlefield at all, but he looked a little dashing and fairy.

"Martial arts Sanpin, young man, it's a pity. The old man in Tsing Yi looked at Zhao Yi and said.

The twenty-nine horsemen behind the old man in Tsing Yi, except for the man and woman in the lead, who looked proud and a little disdainful, the other majestic men were expressionless.

Zhao Yi stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head back slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Retreat again!"

"Big brother!" Cui Shusheng said with a worried face.

Wei Xiaoyong, who was beside him, stretched out his hand and pulled him, and the two took ten steps back.

The old man in Tsing Yi's face sank at this time, and his voice was already full of anger: "The old man asks again, you really won't get out of the way?"

Zhao Yi shook his head and said, "My predecessors were also people who fought on the battlefield, and there was no retreat on the battlefield. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at the young face opposite that was still a little childish, and couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart, when did such a teenager be born in this world?

"Well, if you don't die if you take another shot from me, I'll spare your life. The old man in Tsing Yi said.

"Will the seniors turn around like this?"

"The battle of luck is not a child's play, and it will never be compromised!"

"Then senior, please shoot!"

Seeing the young man in front of him who didn't know how to lift, and the old man in Tsing Yi who had repeatedly endured, a wave of anger finally burst out of his chest, and the qi that surpassed the three grades of martial arts dragged the silver spear, like a dragon with a violent temperament, and went straight to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi endured the qi and blood surging in his chest, gritted his teeth and took two steps forward, and then jumped high, and at the same time poured all the qi of his body into his arms again, raised his armor-piercing knife, and slashed at the surging silver spear with a simple move.

The silver spear that was like a violent dragon with a violent temperament was suddenly blocked, but then it burst out with a more powerful momentum, and the armor-piercing knife in Zhao Yi's hand instantly turned into pieces, and his whole person fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

In one move, the superiority of the power is decided.

Cui Shusheng stepped out and ran up to catch Zhao Yi, while Wei Xiaoyong dodged in front of the two of them, raising his sword to block the old man in Tsing Yi and the twenty-nine horsemen behind him.

The old man in Tsing Yi raised his gun coldly, looked at the much more majestic young man in front of him, and did not make another move for a while.

Zhao Yi in Cui Shusheng's arms was bleeding from seven orifices, his face changed from red to pale before, and he had already passed out.