The Sui army was on the verge of a complete victory. Yang Guangfa issued an order to exterminate all the Koreans. No prisoners were left. Yang Guang personally commanded 30,000 iron horses, and the 'tide' poured through the wide grassland, and two miles to the left was the endless mountain range. Nature is magnificent and ever-changing. The boundless sea of flags, fluttering in the breeze, is very spectacular.

The army marched to Liaodong along the way, showing off its might, ** 'naked' to declare the strength of the Great Sui army.

Yang Guang stood on top of the almost prosperous chariot, looking around, but seeing the flag like the sea, the iron horse like a forest, the generals shouted and embraced, and suddenly the dawn was full of ambition.

Next to the chariot set up their own handsome flag as high as three zhang, in the whistling wind, hunting sounds, the national situation of the Great Sui is like this flag, eight majestic.

The 'elite' cavalry in front gradually moved away, turning into a trembling rectangle on the horizontal line of the plain, the armor was neat, the order was clear, and the formation was not 'chaotic' even in the middle of the march, which was the capital of Yang Guang to suppress the world. Yu Wenshu, Dugu Feng, Yu Wenhua, Dugu Sheng and other generals rode around the chariot, guarding Yang Guang in the middle like the stars and the moon.

Yang Guang is full of ambition, he is in the glory of his life and the peak of power. The Son of Heaven was angry, ambushed millions of corpses, shed thousands of miles of blood, and the shame of failing to conquer the second time was about to become a thing of the past. The land of this most difficult country to conquer has been trampled under the direct finger of his whip and under the iron hooves of countless Great Sui athletes, and the destruction of the city and the country is just around the corner.

On the eve of this imminent victory, Yang Guangsheng was filled with endless pride and satisfaction. When he was the king of Jin, it was his goal to step on the supreme throne of the emperor and wait for the highest peak of power in the Central Plains. Every progress, every expansion, brings a fresh sense of satisfaction, but what about following? When the climber climbs the highest mountain, it is the end, and then he has to climb down, return to the ordinary and constantly repeating daily chores, deal with all kinds of troubles in the world, and the wine and beauty can no longer bring him thorn 'excitement'. The peak of lonely power only made him feel an indescribable emptiness, so he had to look for a new thorn 'excited'. And the tenacious Goryeo, with a small country, twice blocked his expeditions, which brought a blow to his ambitious heart, but even more "provoked" his conquest, only when you conquer a stubborn opponent, you can really taste the achievement and satisfaction that is far better than the love of men and women. Right now, the most stubborn enemy is about to fall before him. So, what's next? Will it return to the emptiness of silence?

In Yang Guang's contemplation, the army marched forward solemnly. On the horizon in the distance, a figure of a city wall appeared, and Huaiyuan City was already in sight.

The leading army had already entered the city, controlling all important positions in Huaiyuan, cleaning up the traces after the battle, sprinkling and sweeping the roads, and welcoming Yang Guang's arrival.

Three thousand forbidden army armor bright light, swords like a forest, around Yang Guang's 'jade', slowly came to Huaiyuan City Tower 'gate', came to greet the officials and soldiers all bowed to the ground, the remnants of the people in each household set up incense cases, regardless of the man, 'woman', old and young, all kneeling on the ground, where they went, shouted long live.

Yang Guang condescended on the 'jade' chariot and looked down on the people who were prostrating.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

This overwhelming "long live" made Yang Guang have the feeling of taking advantage of the wind to go up for nine days and look down on the people of the earth

It's stronger than any of the same. For a moment, he almost wished that his life would stop at this time forever.

At that moment, he saw a human figure.

At a time when he would never want to see this figure.

A tall and broad figure appeared on the top of the city tower in Huaiyuan. No one saw how he came out, only that he suddenly stood there, as he had been standing there since the dawn of time. It was a man in white with long hair and a shawl, and he was looking at the sky, and although he could not see his face because he looked up, everyone could still feel his affectionate attention to the night sky from his immobile posture.

The forbidden weapons of the guards shot one after another, row after row of archers, at the same time bent bows and arrows, thousands of spears, all pointed at the city tower, and the landing was murderous.

Yang Guang stared at the figure standing in the city tower, his eyes fell on the ancient long sword erected by his side, and said in a deep voice: "Fu Cailin!" ”

Fu Cailin turned his head to look at Yang Guang, and everyone saw his honor clearly, he had a narrow and unusually long face, and the facial features on it were all shortcomings that no one wanted to have, and it was more like being crowded into a pile, making his forehead look particularly high, and his chin was slender and a little outside. The wave, curved and folded bridge of the nose was unusually tall and huge, making his eyes and mouth even more small, but fortunately he had long black hair draped over his shoulders, which reconciled the incongruity between the broad shoulders and the narrow face, otherwise it would have been even more awkward and weird.

But it was this extremely ugly face that made everyone nervous. The figures flew over, and masters such as Dugu Feng, Yuwen Injury, and Dugu Sheng flew forward one after another to protect Yang Guang. Most of these guards who followed Yang Guang had seen Fu Cailin show his might in the past, and among the tens of millions of military horses, he was like a no-man's land.

And the three thousand feather forest iron guards were 'elite' and sharp, all trembling, as if facing a great enemy, facing Fu Cailin, who stood alone on the top of the city tower, and laid a powerful formation. Countless masters swarmed to 'shoot' out, laying a tight layer of defense between Yang Guang and Fu Cailin.

Fu Cailin's purpose here, no one needs to remind him, everyone knows that the target must be Yang Guang.

Fu Cailin opened his slender eyes with deep sunken eyelids, and many people couldn't help but be stunned. Fu Cailin's facial features, which originally seemed cramped and inappropriately proportioned due to the gathering, suddenly turned out to be like a curled person stretching his limbs and becoming an Angzang man, and his whole face was immediately reborn into a very 'sexual' shape, although the nose is still the nose, the mouth is still the mouth, the eyes are still thin and long, and the forehead is too high and the chin is relatively up, but at this time, it is no longer ugly after making do, and people feel that the boundary between extreme beauty and extreme ugliness can not only be vague, but also surpassed. And the biggest contributor to this effect must be the pair of eyes in the eye sockets that are as smart as gods, like the brightest stars in the night sky, embedded in the right amount of long eyes, seamless. A face that was originally extremely ugly suddenly 'revealed' a strange charm.

Fu Cailin seemed to be alive at this time, his eyes fell on Yang Guang's face, which was separated by a heavy human wall, and said lightly: "Goryeo Fu Cailin, come to borrow the head of the emperor of the Sui State for use." His deep voice was like a long wind that sent into the eardrums of everyone in the audience.

Yang Guang sat on the 'jade' chariot and looked at Fu Cailin, who was far away from the master of driving, only to see his eyes sweeping towards him, and his heart was stunned. Fu Cailin's eyes were as bright as lightning, completely unaffected by the distance, and looked directly at his face, eyes, and heart.

Yang Guang had a feeling that Fu Cailin could see through at a glance, what kind of tricks and tricks didn't work at all at this moment, he even felt that Fu Cailin's powerful 'spirit' divine power was shrouding himself, just like fate, making people irresistible.

Yang Guang showed Fu Cailin that his body was cold, although there were 3,000 personal soldiers, hundreds of masters, and regimental guards under the sun, he felt like a ** person, the kind of helplessness that was exposed before a hungry tiger, Fu Cailin was even more powerful than he imagined.

He slowly drew the long sword beside the 'jade' chariot and grasped the hilt of the sword. I glanced at Dugu Feng, who was standing next to the 'jade' chariot, a series of white, extremely conspicuous in the bright light of the iron armor, and found that Dugu Feng and Fu Cailin gave him a very similar feeling, the white-clothed lone sword, peerless, I couldn't help but feel a little at ease, although there was no "evil king" to protect this time, but there was also a "sword god" side of the world, I don't know if this sword god can bring him victory? As the most noble and invincible figure in the Central Plains, it was the first time that he encountered something that he was not sure of.

"Kill him!" Yang Guangmeng waved his sword and shouted. Ten thousand arrows were fired in the forbidden army's array, and the sky was full of arrow rain, and they 'shot' straight towards Fu Cailin, and the dense arrow rain was like a black cloud, and even the sun was covered.

Fu Cailin moved, his figure was beautiful and beautiful, like the most beautiful dance in the world, the elegant long sword that was originally resting on his side flew up automatically like a spiritual 'sex', and crossed a strange straight line in the air, and Fu Cailin's body was like two 'intersecting' straight lines, 'intersecting' together at the moment before ten thousand arrows and his body, full of endless mysteries.

Fu Cailin's sword was united and he volleyed into the air. The arrows came five feet in front of him, and automatically avoided his body like a spiritual 'nature', and the strong wind brought by the arrows that 'excited' and 'shot' raised the corners of his clothes, slightly brought up his full head of black hair, and the wide sleeves of his robe were streamers in the wind, and walked leisurely among the ten thousand arrows, making him look like a heavenly immortal who had descended into the world.

The master who was waiting in the underground saw this scene, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, with the strong bow and crossbow arrows carried by the forbidden army, he couldn't even attack his protective true qi, and all of them were unloaded with wonderful exercises, what an amazing skill, everyone present asked themselves if they could get out of the same situation, and it was a question of whether they could get out of the whole body, and they definitely couldn't show it so easily and naturally.

Fu Cailin came east with a sword, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed the rain of arrows, and Yu Shi kept flying towards Yang Guang's 'jade' chariot. The masters who accompanied the car scolded angrily and took off to intercept them.

Fu Cailin began to engage with the armor masters who came from the sky. Fu Cailin's world-famous sword was unsheathed, but it was strange that it did not bring out the slightest bit of strength. The sword of Yi is full of blue and blue light, and has painted moving lines that are beyond the beauty of the world and have the reason of heaven and earth, but the master of volley interception seems to be seeking death by himself, and takes the initiative to collide with the moving edge of the sword.

"Plop!" "Plop" "Plop" ......

With just one breath, more than a dozen masters who intercepted Fu Cailin splattered blood in their throats, fell weakly from the air, smashed to the ground, and made a muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground with more than a dozen sounds.

However, the deaths of these people were not without value, Fu Cailin's true breath was exhausted, and he had to fall from the sky to the ground. The masters who had been waiting for a long time swarmed up, and all kinds of different types of weapons, knives, guns, swords, battles, spears, and axes, frantically attacked Fu Cailin from all directions, and the murderous aura filled the audience.

But Fu Cailin is like a mountain towering in a storm, and no matter the strongest wind, it can't make him shake in the slightest. He advanced rapidly in the enemy's formation, and all those who tried to stop him were killed on the spot, and no one could slow down his pace by half a minute, and his swordsmanship was simple and incomparably beautiful, and each sword seemed to be the most beautiful arc between heaven and earth, making people live and die under that beauty is also an illusion of happiness.

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