Behind the Niu Mang River is a plain, which is boundless as far as the eye can see, and it is a good battlefield for wolves to fight. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"The brilliant green thunder rushed to Nagano, and the scorching edge shook the mountain. Ye Zhiqiu looked at the wilderness that exuded a blazing battle intent and sighed. This poem comes from the poem "Running Wolf Breaking" by Zhongzhou White-clothed Confucian General Ni Qingshan, which praises the bravery of Bazhou Qinglei Running Wolf Ride.

He has fought face-to-face with the Qinglei Running Wolf Rider no less than 20 times, and the Qinglong Family's Ni Qingyi inherited the Ni Family's marching style, and was only praised by the word "fierce", which even the Qinglong Maiden Nishang, who is known as "invincible rather than die".

The Qingyi Battalion under the jurisdiction of the Qinglong Dragon Guard is the descendant of the Ni Qingshan, and it is this brave division that suppresses the Bazhou Yuwen Wolf Ride. Ten years ago, the Nine Kings stood side by side, and the Tsing Yi Battalion and Yu Wensen's most brilliant grandson, Yu Wensen, were in a state of turmoil and on this 10,000-mile grassland known as the field of dragon warfare, the two sides lost a terrifying 200,000 troops.

The total number of the Tsing Shirt Battalion and the Yuwen Wolf Guard is only about 300,000, but in the past thirty years, this dragon battle field has been irrigated by the blood of the Tsing Shirt Battalion and the Wolf Guard.

The mountains and rivers that were taken away by Yu Wensen stood on this wilderness, and the blue light soared into the sky. An angry green wolf faced countless demons, and the purple-cyan thunderbolt shattered the bodies of countless demons, and then a latecomer pounced on him.

"Ding, take it back. "Le Ma is on the grassland, the eyes of the little knife with a dog's tail grass narrowed slightly, Yu Wensen took his children and grandchildren to Zhongzhou, no matter whether this Bazhou can be taken down or not, Bazhou Ding is always going to be brought back, and there can be a good one in the hands of this group of Demon Sect people?

The old man plucked his ears disapprenomerly, a tripod is just a tripod, it is not easy to find the bad luck of the Demon Tianshan and take the tripod? The mountains and rivers were originally called the Kyushu Ding, and what was suppressed was the luck of the human race, and the perseverance of the Demon Tianshan against this Bazhou Ding was to break the defense and plunder the luck that belonged to the Yuwen family.

Obviously, there are many people in the Demon Dao who are deaf and clear-sighted on this grassland, and there are few non-demon sect creatures on the grassland that they killed, and a group of eight people came here to ride a thin horse, and it is clear that they are people from outside Bazhou. How can there be such a guy in Bazhou who is not afraid of death now? Let you be the supreme of the Ming Dao Realm, can you end up with a corpse here?

Immediately, there was a monk who was so bored that he grinded his teeth and laughed and slammed his demonic energy directly at these men, although the meat was unpalatable, but the blood must be abundant, and the heart must be very chewy!

"Go ahead, I'll see your kung fu. The old man snorted, and the seven young men turned over and dismounted, pulled out the Star Monarch blade behind their backs, and stared at the overwhelming Demon Sect cultivators one by one with expressionless faces.

Murderous like a dragon, sword dance like the wind.

Seven qi dragons crashed into the crowd, and the blades shook in all directions, and the sharp blood-drinking battle blades were coated with layers of pitch-black and viscous demon blood as soon as they met, and they didn't shake the blood away with a slight shake. They didn't care, they just moved forward, and the Demon Sect monk behind them clutched his throat weakly, and black blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Those guys were so arrogant that they didn't even open the talisman Linggang, and the long knives easily broke through the supposedly invulnerable skin and cut them in two. They are all murderous demons, and no one preaches morality and benevolence to you.

"Except for the old man, all of them are at the peak of the forest, and they are only one foot away from entering the Broken Mountain. The old man muttered, picked up the dark red long knife beside him, and slashed at the end of the sky.

The earth cracked, the cracks spread, and the invisible sword qi stirred up the earth waves and rumbled towards the direction where the Bazhou Ding was located, Rao is these Demon Sect monks took precautions and put on a defensive posture one by one, but they were still broken by this knife.

"He is strong, he is strong, why is it difficult for me to cut myself in two?" The old swordsman is worthy of a generation of sword saints, even if the hero Chi Twilight has a different amazing demeanor. Not a single black-robed man survived under the sword.

Finally, someone stopped him, and he also took out a knife and cut off Yue horizontally, forcibly stopping this knife full of extinction flavor.

It was also an old man, an old man with a knife. With kind eyebrows and wrinkled faces, it looks like he is not far from the ruins. The old knife's face drooped suddenly, and he hadn't seen him for many years.

"Old dog, you're not dead. With a slight swing of the knife, a fierce sword intent rose into the sky, and the knife gang fluttered around the old knife, and the cold crow loomed behind him, screaming at the old man.

The old man, who was called the old dog, held the knife and didn't speak for a long time, and he didn't know when he woke up from his nap: "Old man, you don't die with a demon knife, how can my old dog die." The Blue Blade of the Shadow Seven Killing Gate and my Absolute Sword must always have a victory. I'm here to compete for the best in the world. ”

The demon knife laughed, but he didn't expect that in addition to himself, there was also a pure swordsman in this world.

"Hugou, you and I were called the Southern Mastiff and the Northern Crow back then, I have been stagnant at the peak of the Juxia Realm for many years, and you are a thousand miles a day. Why did you suddenly remember to find me, an old immortal, to learn sword skills, and that little thing like Molian is willing to let you come out and die?"

The dog does not speak. The twelve elders under the Demon Heaven Mountain Sect Master, Demon Ripple, are named after the earth branch, and each elder has terrifying abilities and is valued by Demon Ripple. By the side of the Demon Ripple, they entered the realm for thousands of miles, although they did not take a righteous and bright path, but they were also giants of the Demon Sect. The dog is good at everything, but there is a heart knot.

The southern mastiff and the northern crow are always pressed by the northern crow.

"This time, it's not like cultivation, just look at the knife. The dog slowly untied the strip of cloth wrapped around the knife in his arms, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't say much.

Thinking about the two knives back then, the warriors of Dala and Bazhou who killed were silent, and they didn't dare to carry knives when they went out. A demon knife is as fierce as a group of crows rising from the south sky, and those who are interlocked with each other will die; a ghost mastiff is as violent as a mastiff dog, and has the power to open the mountain and sweep away thousands of armies. The two were put together and called the Southern Mastiff and the Northern Crow.

The people of Bazhou and Dala are brave, and people with swords are common when they go out, and rangers with swords are common, and only such water and soil can cultivate well-known warriors.

"Qingfeng Knife has long been abandoned by me. The old knife took off the blood crow hanging on the horse's back: "Only the unborn ......"

Before the words fell, the blood crow was filled with a cold cold air, and slashed at the dog.

Knife one, know autumn.

The dog narrowed his inevitably cloudy eyes, and the knife in his hand had just been half-undone, and he didn't look up.

The pitch-black crow obscured the sky and pounced on the dog.

The old man did not stop, and then rose up against the wind and slashed at the dog's head.

Knife two, blood.

Knife three, take righteousness.

Knife Four, Devil May Cry.

The thirteenth knife came out with four cuts, and the dog finally raised his head and stared at the northern crow in his robe. He grasped the heavy Yama head with both hands, and stomped his feet into the sky.

The fierce mastiff roars, and the crow shakes the ground.

The field of dragon warfare trembled, bursting through the ravine that was hundreds of feet long.

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