A few days ago, a goose feather snow decorated the land of Shandong wrapped in silver, it was the time when the remnant sun was like blood, the cold wind blew like a knife, and several city guards who were supposed to be guarding the city gate cave were hiding in the leeward place at the moment, warming up around a bonfire. （）

At this time, it was already more than half of the hour, and two quarters of an hour was the time to close the city gate, and the sergeant of the Xiang Army, who had been working hard all day in this weather, was already thinking about the warm wine quilt at home, and no one paid attention to the wind-blowing city gate hole beside him.

"Someone's coming?"

The sound of horses' hooves of crushing ice and cracking earth was faintly heard in the cold wind, chaotic and hurried.

"There are still people rushing on horses in this hellish weather, and he can't freeze to death!"

Those who can ride horses in these years are either rich or expensive, and they are not something that can be offended by this group of local soldiers in front of them. An old man in his forties at the head of the crowd muttered, and just poked his head out of the back of the city wall, wanting to get a glimpse of what was going on, but he didn't want five strong horsemen with wind and snow to roar past him, and the tip of the iron spear in one of his hands was even less than half an inch away from him. The cold chill made the old soldier shiver uncontrollably, but he was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the snow under the base of the city wall, his face pale.

"Enemy, enemy attack!"

Behind the old man, all the soldiers who were roasting the fire were stunned on the spot, only a slightly younger grade, and shouted in a trembling voice, but the voice was hoarse and sharp not like a human voice.

"Smack!"

However, the old soldier who fell to the ground was the oldest, jumped up from the ground, and gave the young soldier who was shouting blindly a slap, and said in a suppressed voice: "What nonsense? Where can a thief have such a fine ride! ”

Not to mention that a group of city gate guards were speculating wildly, Ximen Qing led Bian Xiang and the four people to step on the long street, wrapped in wind and snow into the state capital, and after a while, they rushed to the gate of the capital eunuch's mansion, and with a neighing sound, the five horsemen stopped directly in front of Dong Ping's mansion.

That Dong Ping, as the commander of the Dongping Mansion, is also the military attache of the seventh rank of the imperial court, and his status in this state city is only under a few civil officials such as the prefect and the general judge, and he is the head of the military ministers of a state.

In front of the Dong Mansion, Ximen Qing and his party of five horsemen fought across the road, and four of them were holding long weapons in their hands, especially Bian Xiang, who was the tallest among them, with a big axe to open the mountain, which was majestic, and the passers-by next to him avoided it.

"You, who are you? It can be known that this is the state capital prison office, and he dares to block the door! ”

Seeing that these people were not good, an old man from the Dong Mansion led two healthy servants and stepped forward to ask with courage.

"Let Dong Ping's guy get out of here!"

Ximen Qing still cared about the slightest dignity at this time, riding on the "Jade Lion in the Night" with a frosty face.

"Bold, even calling the Lord Metropolitan Eunuch by his name!"

The old man is an old man in the Dong Mansion, who has served the master of the Dong family for two generations, and he has a very sincere heart to protect the master.

"Bian Xiang, hit the door!"

It's not at all the same as the old man in front of him, Ximen Qinggao shouted, and Bian Xiang behind him drove straight to the middle gate of Dong Mansion, forcing the old man and the two healthy servants to open, and the axe in his hand slashed straight down, and after a deafening impact, the two thick copper nail doors were split into dry firewood for the fire, and they shattered to the ground.

"Who? How dare you go wild in front of my door! ”

Just as Bian Xiang's axe was splitting the gate of the Prison Mansion, a horse turned out of the street corner in the distance, followed by more than a dozen local soldiers, who were the "double-spear general" Dong Ping.

This Dong Pingyuan is arrogant, eyes have no children, travel on weekdays, stand two small flags behind the mount, and write "Heroes with two spears, wind / flow Wanhu Hou", which can be seen from his character.

Seeing that someone had trespassed into his mansion and slammed the middle door, it was comparable to slapping him twice on the spot, how could he bear it, he immediately took off the two green guns hanging on the saddle and killed Ximenqing and his party on the street.

"I'll meet him!"

Without waiting for Ximenqing's orders, Yang Zaixing, a young general on the side, rode out on horseback, danced an iron gun to meet him, and immediately killed in the middle of the street.

When he was in Tokyo City, this young man Yang Zaixing's spear skills were still too immature, and his body had not yet fully grown, so he was still much worse in terms of strength and experience. However, I have been in Ximen Mansion for two months recently, and there is Bian Xiang, a fierce man, to learn from each other, and this Yang Zaixing's martial arts can be described as a thousand miles and rapid progress. Now he only needs to be strengthened in strength, in terms of martial arts alone, as long as he doesn't meet a super master like Lu Junyi, even Bian Xiang and the Ma brothers, they can't be completely sure that they can take it down.

In the middle of the street, two mounts walked in circles below, and three guns were on top of it. For a while, the horse's hooves were sick, and the shadows of the guns were heavy, and the two were inseparable.

"I didn't expect this kid's martial arts to progress so quickly! In two years, I'm afraid that you and my brother won't be able to suppress him! ”

The Ma brothers were by Ximenqing's side, but their eyes were staring at the two people fighting in the middle of the street, and they couldn't help muttering twice in private.

"That kid's spear skills are inherited from Wang Yanzhang, a real enemy of ten thousand people!"

After finishing the "chopping wood" work, Bian Xiang rode to the two brothers with an axe, and muttered a sentence in his mouth, but the Ma brothers on the side suddenly realized. Although more than 100 years have passed, the name of the Iron Spear King Yanzhang is still loud in the green forest, and since he is the successor of the Iron Spear King, it is not surprising that he has such a performance.

At this time, the two of them have taken over nearly fifty times, and they still don't know whether they win or lose, and the young Yang Zaixing only feels that this battle is hearty, and some of the stagnant places in his original marksmanship, through this kind of life and death fighting, he gradually has a new understanding, and with the increase in the number of hands, the iron gun in his hand is more and more powerful.

On the other hand, Dong Ping, as his opponent, became more and more shocked, and he never thought that such a yellow-haired child in front of him who had not dried up would be able to fight to a draw with him, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and he gradually had the tendency to suppress himself.

It is not the end of this kind of going on, Dong Pingzhan is cowardly, and after resisting a few moves, a false move attracts the inexperienced Yang Zaixing, but he takes this opportunity to take a few steps back.

"Ma Wei Ma Jin, take this guy down!"

Ximenqing in the back didn't intend to let go of this Dong Ping easily, and the Ma brothers, who got the order, grabbed out of both horses, crossed Yang Zaixing in an instant, and rushed straight to Dong Ping.

Dong Ping's courage has fallen at this time, and he just fought with Yang Zaixing, which cost a lot of strength, and was suddenly attacked by two heroes whose martial arts are not weaker than their own.

Seeing that Dong Ping had been controlled by the Ma brothers, and the sergeants and soldiers who were following him had already slipped away, Ximen Qing stepped forward immediately, looked condescendingly at Dong Ping, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "Feng/Liuwanhuhou, what a big breath!" ”