In front of Tongguan, the sword and sword shadow are strong, but the north bank of the Yellow River separated from Tongguan is a light wind and clouds.

The turbulent Yellow River is unloaded from the mouth of the upstream pot, out of the Longmen to the south, to this place and blocked by the Qinling branch vein, turn to the east, there is a ferry on the bank of the river, the name is called Fengling, according to legend is where the tomb of Nuwa Niangniang is located, because Nuwa surname is the wind, so the name is Fenglingdu.

Fenglingdu is the largest ferry port on the Yellow River port since ancient times, connecting Shaanxi and Henan, known as "the rooster cries in one place to listen to the three provinces", since ancient times has been to cross the river by boat.

It's just that in this cold winter, pedestrians are scarce, and the Fengling Crossing at this time is uninhabited, and only the sound of the rolling Yellow River and the sand is heard.

There is a carriage parked on the side of the tidal flat not far from Fenglingdu, two batches of white horses are fat and strong, the limbs are strong, the body is not variegated, the hair is dense and long, and the BMW carved car, the carriage pulled is also inlaid with gold and inlaid treasures, wrapped in silk on all sides, extremely luxurious, and what is more special is that the driver of the car is actually two maids, twenty-eight years old, shaved shoulders and willow waist, extremely Peugeot and lovely.

I am afraid that such carriages and grooms will not be seen in Tianjing City, the capital of the capital where the wealthy lords and nobles are everywhere.

On the bank of the Yellow River ten steps away from the car, there are two men standing with their hands in their hands, overlooking the direction of Tongguan, the river is turbulent, and the brilliance of Chen Ti's sword breaking through the air is not hidden.

One of the men was in his twenties, wearing a long sword at his waist, heroic, dressed in dark short clothes, and he was not afraid of the cold in this cold winter season. ”

Another man was slightly older than him, about thirty years old, with a white face, slender eyebrows and eyes, a white fox fur on his body, and a carved gold stove in his hand. ”

The heroic man sighed: "I don't dare to say it, it's terrible, I didn't expect that there would really be someone in this world who could force back the Withered Sword Ancestor of the Lechi Sword Sect with one sword!" ”

The white Qiu man's face was not surprised or happy, he was calm, and said with a slow smile: "It's not difficult to have this sword, now there are as many as seven or eight people who can do it on the rivers and lakes, Cao She, you have been in the Western Regions for a long time, and your knowledge is too shallow, so I specially recruited you to let you see the world more, I never thought that I would see this pinnacle of martial arts at first sight, heh, but I made a mistake, I hope you don't get hit and disheartened." ”

The man named Cao She didn't look like he had been hit at all, shook his head and smiled: "No, no, I'm an eye-opener." ”

Cao She's eyes were full of excitement, and he didn't divert his attention from the other side of the river in the slightest.

The white fur man smiled slightly, and continued: "I didn't expect that this old sword god has lived in seclusion for more than 20 years, and has never heard from him. Or are the ancestors too tall to ride the dust? As he spoke, he played with the stove in his hand, and it was very cold, and the stove was getting colder.

Cao She smiled, his eyes did not leave Chen Ti's figure, not at all as steady as the white Qiu man beside him, and said casually: "Who knows what is going on with your Central Plains martial arts, you have been firmly pressed under Chen Ti Zhang Fuyu for so many years." ”

The man in white fur didn't care about Cao She's offensive words, paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "If you give you twenty years, can you compare it to Chen Ti?" ”

This sentence made Cao She, who was originally full of interest, stunned for a moment, retracted his gaze, turned to the white-furred man, his face was very playful, and said with a smile: "Twenty years is too long, can Chen Ti live until then?" ”

The white-furred man laughed when he heard this, turned around and beckoned a maidservant, handed over the stove, and took a new one, the temperature was just right, not hot. The white-furred man has been weak and sickly since he was a child, afraid of cold and heat, and pays attention to maintenance on weekdays, so his face that seems to be about 30 is actually over 40 years old. At that time, he studied Wang Baluo under the seat of Mr. Guigu of Chongwu Peak in Heng Mountain, and after learning to go out of the mountain, he did not follow the footsteps of his fellow brothers to go to the land of the south of the Yangtze River, which is as warm as spring in all seasons, but lived in the cold and dry Qinzhou, and used all the knowledge he learned in his chest to plan for the King of Qin to enter the Central Plains.

Now he is the chief of staff behind Liu Hongji, the king of Qin, who has been proud for half his life, plotting the northern barbarians, stealing the Central Plains, defending Youzhou, and Anshu, and strategizing for thousands of miles, but today because of a sloppy old man who has been away from the world for a long time and a weak crown young man with a precious status, he actually braved the wind and snow to come here, but he could see Chen Ti enter the world with a sword, and it was not in vain.

It's just that even if Chen Ti's sword is as strong as a god, what can he do in the face of hundreds of Qinzhou iron horses at this time?

The white-furred man had an indifferent face, but he sneered in his heart.

For him, it doesn't matter if His Royal Highness the Prince dies or not, it is nothing more than the difference between early or late tearing his face.

Although the current situation is complicated and affects the whole body, even if today's things are done, what can Lu Yuan, the king of Yanyi, do? After all, there is an insurmountable moat between the Yan army and the Qin army in Youzhou, that is, the distance of thousands of miles and the tiger eyeing of the Northern Barbarian Dynasty behind it!

As the person who holds chess behind the King of Qin, how could he not know about the plans of the Lechi Sword Sect and the general Ji Shan? He was just a spectator and did not participate in this matter. To let him come here today, in addition to wanting to see the amazing strength of Chen Ti, who has been rumored for a long time, the man in white Qiu is actually more for the sake of Cao She, a kendo genius boy who has been difficult to come out in a hundred years.

Nowadays, the forces of the four sides are falling and falling with each other, and the rivers and lakes are also interdependent and distinct. Although the role of martial arts masters on the battlefield is minimal, and a hundred iron cavalry dead soldiers are enough to deal with, but the disputes in the world are not only on the battlefield, but also conspiracy and conspiracy.

In the Dazhong Dynasty, Qinzhou's soldiers are unparalleled in the world, only Yan Yijun dares to say that it is from its right, but if it is said that the martial arts master belongs to it, Liu Hongji, the king of Qin, sits on the vast land of Qinchuan and the Western Regions for 800 miles, but is far behind by such a small place as Youzhou.

Not to mention whether the newly born old immortal Chen Ti in front of him is interested in Lu Yuan, let's just say that the existing generals in the army, Yao Keqi, Lu Jian and others, are all in the prime of life and have extraordinary force. And what about Qin Jun? In addition to Su Lie, a famous general who has reached the age of half a hundred, those Qinzhou martial arts masters who are showing off their power and making good fortune in Qinzhou, each of them does not want to forge ahead, wine bags and rice bags, on top of the banquet of King Qin, several people joined forces and couldn't stop a little Zhao Jingde!

Every time he thinks of this, the white-furred man will laugh at himself for having done his best, but he is not manpowered. After all, Qinzhou is remote, far less than the precipitation and inheritance of dozens of generations of martial arts orthodoxy in the Central Plains.

And the young kendo genius in front of him may be able to change all this.

Although Cao She is a fledgling and still immature, his talent is rare in a hundred years, if he is only placed in a remote place in the Western Regions, even if he climbs high, how can he see that all the mountains in the world are higher than a mountain?

Seeing that the Tongguan Iron Cavalry was getting closer and closer, and it didn't take a moment to catch up, Cao She sneered: "Can Chen Ti kill all these hundreds of horses? ”

"I can't." The white-furred man replied lightly.

"Tsk, it's a pity" Cao She sighed in his mouth, but his hand pressed the sword at his waist.

"There's no pity, besides him, there are many people waiting for you to fight."

"I'm not sorry for Chen Ti." Cao She had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued: "It's a pity that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is going to die before he has eaten and drunk spicy food. ”

The man in white fur looked indifferent, looking at the black cloud in the east of Tongguan, he was noncommittal, and muttered in a low voice: "How can you die so easily." ”