The thunderous words resounded in the ears of the Shuofeng cavalry who charged forward, and the horses that had undergone strict training also seemed to smell a trace of extreme danger, and began to panic so much that they fled in all directions.

The forward of the Shuofeng Iron Cavalry was already in a big mess, the war horse trembled and neighed, the front hooves were bent, and the back cried and trembled, no matter how hard the knight on the body used his strength, but he refused to get up and take a step forward, and the short dozens of steps were like a bottomless chasm abyss.

Azul's eyes were red, his mouth was still chuckling, and the unfamiliar words in his mind came to him over and over again, making him repeat them uncontrollably, and those words seemed to have a magical power, so that everyone who heard those words couldn't help but shake their hearts at first, and then felt a strong and solemn will descend on their heads.

Looking at this scene, Guller's face couldn't help but change greatly, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he remembered some distant memory, and he was stunned for a while.

"Tieerqin, Gulhan, Alam Khan, this is the blood of my ancestors!"

"Their souls look upon me in darkness, they pass on to me the noble flesh and blood, they pass on to me the blessings of the gods!

We are destined to be the lord of the steppe, we are destined to be the emperor of the world, and we are destined to be the only messenger of God! ”

The heat in his body did not disappear and decrease, but as time passed, more and more, small heat currents poured from various parts of his body towards his chest, converging into a heavy mass, Azule only felt the pain in his chest, he roared like a beast, but there was no way to alleviate the pain.

All that kept echoing in his mind were the words, "This is the blood of my ancestors!" He muttered repeatedly, as if the strange text were a key to a new world, and the redness of his eyes had not yet faded.

His consciousness was about to fall, but he still retained a trace of clarity, and the familiar coolness seemed a little overwhelming in the face of the magma-like blood of his body, but it was still precious to the current Azule, and this coolness guaranteed the loss of all reason.

This is the coolness from the handle of the Great Han Knife, Azule unconsciously clenched the Great Han in his hand more and more, the body of the Great Han knife seemed to be breathing violently, flashing with an extremely cold light, he seemed to be urging Azule to swing the knife, so another thought sounded in Asule's mind, clenched the knife, and then swung the knife.

"Ahh , Azule slapped the horse's back and clutched the scimitar in his hand, and ran to the chaotic Shuofeng Iron Horse in front of him, and as he got closer to Azule, the long neighing of the war horse that knelt on the ground became more and more sad.

"Tieerqin, Gulhan, Alam Khan!" , came back to his senses and then recalled the meaning they represented, this is the name of the ancestors of Shuofeng, each of them is a great person who overwhelms the grassland, and there is a common point is that they themselves have a prominent and unparalleled force, every time they fight with the enemy, they can break through the enemy formation with a thousand single men and horses, and fight to the end like a demon returning from hell, none of them are worshiped and praised by the steppe people, called the heavenly warriors.

"Azul! Celestial Samurai! ”

Gurrell's expression changed drastically, he had always thought that this kind of mythical legend was just made up to whitewash the king of the steppe at that time, but today he saw a living celestial warrior, his nephew, who was now rushing towards his people with a sword.

"Tieerqin, Gulhan, Alam Khan, this is the blood of my ancestors!"

In the dim night, that strange voice echoed in the ears of the Wind Rider again.

Azul felt the terrible pulsation more and more, the feeling of sinking into the endless darkness returned.

The terrifying power flowed like flames all over his body, and the irregular pulsations seemed to tear his entire body apart, and his eyes began to blacken, and the blackness became more and more intense.

The cold became very light in his hands, and Azule's nose could no longer smell the damp smell of the mud on a rainy night, but began to yearn for the warm smell of blood in his heart.

The endless darkness came back to his mind, and he remembered the dream he had had, and he was back in the wasteland again, beside the lonely carriage.

The cold moonlight was still shining above his head, which black-clothed assassin laughed rampantly and arrogantly, thick and warm blood splashed on his face, the iron tip of the dagger left bright red marks, and in an instant, countless daggers poured out of the snow-white chest again.

Grandma still had that familiar and gentle smile, with the last trace of warm lips gently kissing his forehead.

"Ahh Die! ”

Azul raised his scimitar in the air, and the torches raised by the iron riders shone on his dark armor like the sky of hell.

"Tieerqin, Gulhan, Alam Khan, this is the blood of my ancestors!"

All the Iron Riders heard his voice explode in the darkness of the night and the rain, the voice of an enraged lion, and those who were fortunate enough to see it shook the entire wasteland.

Many years later, when this scene was recalled by the Shuofeng Iron Rider who was present at the time, he still sighed with a trembling tone, "That is really the messenger of the Coiled Tartar Heavenly God, the great Heavenly Warrior, the glory of the white wolf's bloodline, just like an angry lion king announcing the arrival of the king to his clan!" ”

"Tieerqin, Gulhan, Alam Khan!" The king's voice was distorted by the winds of the night, "This is my father's ...... Blood! ”

Azul's body shook as he held the knife, and then his hand was suddenly as hard as stone.

Almost at the same moment, he rushed towards the panicked Iron Rider, the king's onslaught like a lion.

"Azul! Wake up! ”

Gurrell looked at the charging figure and hurriedly yelled.

But Azul no longer cared about his roar, and in the light of torches all over the ground, the king swung around and brandished his scimitar a foot from the advance of the Iron Horseman.

"Wake up, Azul, that's your people! They didn't hurt your thoughts! ”

The anxious roar sounded again, and Gurrell hurriedly slapped his horse and galloped towards the crazy figure, for fear of a moment's delay.

"My people! Guard? ”

When Azule, who was already unconscious, heard the roar, a glimmer of clarity appeared in his mind, and he muttered to himself, remembering that a woman who was extremely gentle had told him, "Protect your people, Azul!" ”

"Guard! People! ”

Azule's face became distorted, and his mouth roared with hatred, but in a hurry, he could only turn the blade slightly, so that the big cold in his hand was no longer aimed at the Shuofeng Iron Rider who had given up struggling to survive.

The four-foot-long blade swirled around him, and a large, perfect circle slashed at the warhorse in front of the Iron Rider.

All the people who looked at that scene lost their minds, and no one could think of the words to compare the perfection of the slashing arc, as if the knife was there at the moment when the world was just opened, and countless ancestors slashed out the same knife, perfect, without any flaws, enough to make people willing to die under such a knife, that is, the knife that opened the world.

The horse kneeling on the ground suddenly turned in half, and from its chest, it was broken into two by the blade of the blade.

A splash of blood poured up and splashed into blood in the air, no one has ever seen such a scene in their lives, all the blood on the war horse's body is gushing out in an instant, that is the bloody and desolate magnificence that only exists in the barbarian era.

"Azul!" Ghurel shouted.

Azule had lost all the strength of his body after the slash, and he didn't wave the big cold in his hand again, but just turned his head back to look at Gulel who was running towards him.

Looking at the hurried running figure, Azule couldn't help but grin.

Donglu Tianyuan City, Prime Minister's Mansion.

The old man who picked the piano in the warm pavilion did not look up, and the sound of the piano tinkled loudly.

"There is a disturbance in the middle of the night, the prime minister atons for his sins, today the northern fire horse is urgent, and the princes of Wanzhou have joined forces to capture Tianyuan Pass and continue to go north."

The young man waited respectfully by the door, like a messenger.

The sound of the piano stopped, and there was a moment of silence in the sarong.

"The South is their homeland after all, and it's not something we can plot."

The old man sighed lowly, "Does the general know?" ”

"Not yet, the general stayed in the inner bed tonight to recuperate, and it is said that the headache has been committed again."

"Okay." The sound of the piano in the warm pavilion resumed.

"We have been bleeding all night, and the soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, but we can't hold half of the country, which is really different from the past, what do you think?" The young man did not retreat.

"What the hell are you asking?" The old man's voice was indifferent.

"Ask the prime minister to ask about heroes."

"Heroic things? What if you ask, you don't have a hero in your life. ”

"When you hear it, you can die at night."

"Good. So I say, the so-called heroes are just crazy people, do you believe it or not? ”

The man was slightly stunned for a moment, and then regained his smile: "You are as knowledgeable as the sea, why don't you believe it?" But please explain. ”

"There are many living beings in the world, how many people envy those who wave thousands of armies and call for wind and rain, but after all, there is no one who can achieve great things for decades, why?"

"Probably...... Are you born with different qualifications? ”

The old man chuckled: "The qualifications are different, how much can they be different?" The so-called invincible samurai is no more than a hundred people, and the strategists who crisscross the sixteen countries also have times when they miss. Neither force nor wisdom is fundamental.

In the end, it is his heart that decides the hero. Why did he rely on the top of the mountain, this wish is the strength in his heart, which can be defeated by thousands of troops. ”

"After learning ignorance, I don't understand its meaning."

"With your intelligence, you've already solved it, but you just want me to explain it yourself, right?" The old man smiled.

"What is the wish of the general?"

"It's not my wish to let the general be strong in Tianyuan and hold the national weapon in his hand," the old man glanced at the man deeply, "but fear." ”