The Huai River is in the distance, where the heaven and earth are on the line, like a jade belt.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the white clouds are long.

Under the sky, the iron horses galloped, and the dust rolled.

Hundreds of zhang away, the old man was holding a golden Wu hook knife in his hand, and the whole person seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.

The iron knight, which had been reduced to an iron wall, got closer and closer, and the earth shook more violently.

The old man carried the gold and walked forward, which was better than a leisurely stroll.

In the face of such a huge oppressive force, he seems to be very chic, but the vague "momentum" that comes out of the vast is magnificent.

The gold was projected in the sunlight as a perfect shadow on the ground, moving forward.

The three hundred towns are riding closer and closer.

The oppressive force is getting deeper and deeper, as if Mount Tai is pressing on the top.

The first row of iron horsemen at the front pulled their rifles back in unison.

The old man paused.

Then he took another step.

In full view of everyone, he disappeared in place.

Even the well-trained Zhennan riders were stunned, unable to understand what was going on.

A huge golden light, one zhang wide and three zhang long, suddenly appeared above their heads, across them.

The dazzling light "brushed" them to blind them briefly.

In the process of losing their sight, they faintly heard the sound of the iron armor cracking, followed by the sound of flesh being cut, and finally the sound of bones breaking.

Not even screaming.

A Zhennan rider felt a slight wind, and then a fishy hot liquid splashed all over his body, even his heart jumped violently, and an inexplicable look of horror appeared on his face.

The golden glow slowly faded, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

Qu Yaxia did not charge inside, he took Li Zenan's seal, he ordered all the Zhennan here to ride, and in the face of an old man who looked a little weird, he did not disdain to take the initiative.

He was also caught in the eyes by the golden glow just now, but he could still see it more clearly than the others, especially the cavalry who were fighting with the old man.

A split second before the golden light flickered, he felt as if the void had cracked, and then an old man suddenly appeared.

The old man began to swing his knife.

That's why the golden light was created.

He vaguely saw the process of the human body and the horse breaking, and when everything was settled, the hunched, thin old man stood on the back of a war horse, and fixed the whole horse, with seven or eight horses and human corpses under his feet.

Broken corpses.

Qu Yaxia seemed to be slightly stunned for a while, he obviously didn't understand, the most important thing was to understand what happened just now and how it happened.

The old man stood on horseback, the cool breeze was blowing, his clothes were flying, and the background was the blue sky and the Huai River, like a jade belt.

He was so tall that Guan Kuo could see it even though he was now confined to the ground.

That figure, that hunchback, that expression, he will never forget for the rest of his life.

He cried out, "Are you ...... Old Kim! ”

……

……

Hunchback Lao Jin, these four words are obviously very close, but they are a little far away in a trance.

In Guan Kuo's eyes, in the past, he was mysterious, and after the incident in Guan Fu, the hunchbacked old Jin disappeared, looking back at the past, he found a lot of clues, so this character became a kind of legend.

Qiu Zhanshen is a legend, and the hunchbacked Lao Jin has not been seen by Guan Kuo to fight against anyone, but Guan Kuo knows very well that he is very strong, and his strength will be on the same level as Qiu Jingshan.

There's no why, just feelings.

The affairs of the government are far away and close at hand, and the same is true of the hunchbacked old gold.

After such a long time, he always thought that he would never see this person again, and today, the other party appeared with a golden Wu hook knife.

As powerful and unbeatable as he imagined and dreamed.

Qu Yaxia glared back at him, but he didn't say anything, and now it was the old man who was not good-looking.

The hunchbacked old Jin didn't look over, but probably only Guan Kuo could see that he was laughing, and that smile was very faint, like the slight sunlight that the two of them were hiding under the eaves at those times.

That kind of laughter is aimed at Guan Kuo.

When she met Ji Rushi running around in northern Xinjiang, especially when she was under Lin'an Gong Jin'an, Guan Kuo once thought about the relationship between the hunchbacked Lao Jin and Nanwu, as well as his father, but he couldn't get more answers, but in the end it was foggy.

Today, the hunchbacked Lao Jin with a Wu hook knife, flashing blind appearance, Qu Yaxia hatefully said that he was from Southern Wu, he did not refute, Guan Kuo knew the temper of the hunchbacked Lao Jin, from this, he was sure - the other party is indeed the Southern Wu people, not the Northern Tang people, the abrupt people, the fearful people, and anyone else.

He wanted to explore more things, but now was not the time to delve into it, and the most noteworthy thing was what kind of earth-shattering actions the hunchbacked old gold could make in the face of the five hundred Zhennan horses.

Qu Yaxia's eyes quickly moved away from Guan Kuo's body and looked at the old man, but now that he was upright, he obviously realized the strength of the old man.

Until now, he was able to get an obvious fact - Guan Kuo recognized that extremely powerful old man, so it was very reasonable for the old man to appear at the time of Guan Kuo's crisis.

But his gloomy face faded quickly.

"It's a little interesting......" he said softly, and then his voice was raised: "Old thing, it can be seen that you should be a figure with a head and a face in Southern Wu, maybe it is an old general who has returned to his hometown for many years, in this way, our Zhennan cavalry will kill you, it will not be a bully, but a very meaningful thing." ”

"I still say the same thing, no matter who you are, even if you are the Holy General of Southern Wu, five hundred Zhennan riding here, today you will unload your head as a urinal, and throw the gold in the dung tank to pay tribute to the souls of the ancestors!"

"Very good, you keep saying that even if the Southern Wu Holy General falls into your hands, you won't be able to escape, the old man wants to try it today and see what the young people in the Northern Tang Dynasty look like now."

His momentum is back on the rise.

At the same time, Zhennan had fully recovered from the previous shock, and made a move in unison.

The spears stabbed him so densely that they almost stabbed him like a hedgehog.

The golden light flashed again, eye-catching.

This time, with the previous experience, Zhennan Cavalry calmed down a lot and put on a strict defensive posture.

Lao Jin's figure flashed away.

The golden light is still there.

In the golden light, there is blood.

(End of chapter)