The Great Wall moat, which stretches for thousands of miles, has stood for an unknown number of years, with many checkpoints and strict garrisons, and this Humen Pass is the most important pass.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes: If you don't go to Humen, you are not a hero, and you can travel 30,000 miles.

At this time, Tang Xian and the others understood the meaning for the first time.

The jet-black gate made of fine iron, there are still dried brown blood stains on it, and countless sword scars are carved on it, demonstrating to people the story of the Jin Ge Iron Horse back then.

At the door stood two teams of black-armored guards, holding giant halberds, to be equipped with broad-backed broadswords, and a giant bow with horns behind them, coldly examining the pedestrian caravans. Wherever they looked, people dodged their eyes and did not dare to face them.

This is the world-famous Dahong National Iron Halberd Army.

Halberds, big killers too. It is also the national weapon of Dahongguo. And this iron halberd army, which has experienced countless baptisms of beacon fire, is absolutely the best in the world, whether it is foot combat, cavalry warfare or water warfare.

The once invincible Liang State sat on 300,000 elite sailors, and the chain warships were even more indestructible, trying to rule across the river from the Great Hung State on the Yellow River and fight against each other. Unexpectedly, under the order of the emperor of Dahongguo, 100,000 iron halberd troops marched north, defeated 300,000 sailors of Liang State in a battle, and Dahongguo unified the north and south of the Yellow River.

At this time, Tang Xian seemed to understand why the Great Sword Hero Wu asked to choose the heir of the Sword Sect's sword spectrum here.

Most of the people in the rivers and lakes are bold, if this sword spectrum is placed in other states and counties, I am afraid that it will immediately set off a bloody storm, and the only one who can suppress the rivers and lakes is this iron halberd army known for its iron blood!

After entering the city, Tang Xian and Yixin Taoist priests left the caravan, but Zhao Gou didn't say a word, just followed behind Tang Xian.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Tang Xian helplessly said to Zhao Gou behind him, "Why do you have to follow me?"

"Listen to the book!" Zhao Gou still cherishes words like gold.

"Which paragraph?" said Tang Xian.

"Li Fuxue vs. Divine Monk!" Zhao Gou said.

Tang Xian was helpless, and he didn't know what the attraction of this story made up by Old Man Lu was to Zhao Gou, if he changed people, no matter how wonderful the story was, it would be like chewing wax.

However, Zhao Gou followed himself, that is, he had an extra mouth to eat, and it had no other effect.

At this time, it was only half a month before the sword book came out, and there were warriors everywhere on the street, carrying swords, masked, and wearing white...... Every warrior wants to be the first maverick, and he can't wait to write his unique place on his face and win a few exclamations from others.

You must know that there are not many scenes where so many people from the rivers and lakes have gathered, and there is only one sword spectrum, and some self-aware warriors will not have extravagant hopes at all, but just want to make some noise and make a name for themselves in this prosperous era.

"Let's go and see! Qingzhou Zhao Tian and Wild Wolf Ridge Liu Zhe met five years ago in the battle, and at this time, the north of the city will not be able to catch up if it is too late!"

"The young master of the Fulong Sect has worked hard with the disciples of the Great Sword Sect for the sake of an Oiran!"

"The Heavenly Hatred Sword and the Separation Hatred Sword have fought!"

After walking a few streets in total, Tang Xian saw at least three groups fighting, and couldn't help but make Tang Xian sigh, with the deterrence of the Iron Halberd Army, it was still like this, lying down in other states and counties, I am afraid that the government would have become a pot of porridge long ago.

At this time, the inn in Humen Pass was full, and it was full of people who came to see the excitement, which was hard to find.

And Tang Xian let the Yixin Taoist priest use the identity of the six doors to live in the Humen Pass Station. Every city in the Great Hung Kingdom had a post station, which was used to accommodate those foreign government personnel.

The inn is very large, with dozens of courtyards in total, and although there is no luxurious arrangement, it is very quiet, and there are people to call on.

Putting down his bags, Tang Xian lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard, chattering about what he had seen and heard along the way: "Hehe, in order to be famous, this group of people fights for a variety of reasons, the reason why the hatred sword and the hatred sword are fighting is because there is a word 'hate' in the name, and they scold each other very ruthlessly, as if they have the hatred of taking their wives. ”

Yixin Taoist didn't know how to evaluate Tang Xian's words, obviously he was a hot-blooded son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, looking forward to writing a legend of his own, but Tang Xian said it was so marketable, but when he thought about it, Yixin Taoist couldn't refute it, just like he had no reason not to practice the "Demon Breaking Heart Sutra".

Thinking of this, the Yixin Taoist priest turned around and went back to the house, carefully closed the door, and began to cultivate the Demon Breaking Heart Sutra.

And Zhao Gouhe had already walked to the corner of the courtyard and practiced his sword against the iron and wooden stakes.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The iron sword slammed against the stake, making a sturdy sound.

Tang Xian listened to it in his ears, and couldn't help but secretly marvel, each of these swords was full of power, and it was a sword that the swordsman was preoccupied.

You must know that Zhao Gou is just an ordinary person with no internal strength every day, maybe not even a martial artist, but he insists on swinging his sword 3,000 times a day, although it is just a simple chop, this kind of perseverance is powerful and terrifying!

At this moment, the flat-headed brother lying next to Tang Xian suddenly got up and bared his teeth and roared towards the wall.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, a white light flashed, soaring from the courtyard next door, slashing through the air and whistling sound, stabbing at Zhao Gou, it was actually a sword!

"Be careful!" Tang Xian shouted.

Zhao Gou, a person who didn't have the slightest internal strength, how could he perceive such a swift attack? Just when he felt that blow coming, the sword was already approaching his side!

"Smack!"

The long sword did not stab Zhao Gouhe, but hit the long sword in Zhao Gouhe's hand, and in an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and Jin Ge intersected, making a piercing sound, scraping people's eardrums.

The power of this sword was so great that it directly flew Zhao Gouge's sword out, and Zhao Gouger's hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, so Zhao Gouhe also flew out.

"Poof!"

Zhao Gou even smashed his sword into the corner of the wall, a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth, and he threw himself on the ground and gnawed a big mouthful of mud, but he still held the broken sword in his hand.

The sword flying from the next door crashed into the air, fell, and stabbed into the soft earth.

This sword is hundreds of times stronger than Zhao Gouhe's sword, the crimson sword body seems to be poured with blood, but the blade is shining with a cold light.

At this time, Tang Xian had already provoked, blocking between the red sword and Zhao Gou, staring closely at the direction where the red sword was flying.

"Who is it?" Tang Xian asked in a deep voice.

Even if Zhao Gou has no internal strength, he can practice swords for many years, but his body bones are very strong. This red sword can be thrown from next door, accurately hitting Zhao Gouhe's sword, and even Zhao Gouhe struck a distance of at least three meters, presumably the person who threw out this sword is at least a cultivator above the eighth grade.

At this moment, a white figure rose into the air, jumped over the courtyard wall, and floated next to the red sword, reaching out to lift the red sword, and shaking off the dirt on it.

A young man, with long hair over his shoulders, about two years old, accompanied by a long sword at his waist, the sword was in the sheath, the quality could not be seen, and he also carried a red sword in his hand, which was actually a double swordsman.

Tang Xian looked up and down, male, young, white-clothed, long-haired, and two swords......

conforms to all the temperaments of pretending to be forced on the rivers and lakes, and it seems that he is also a person with a lot of personality.

"Ahem...... Who are you!" Zhao Gou asked as he landed on the ground with his iron sword, struggling to his feet.

The double swordsman also put the red sword into the sheath, with a sword on the left and right sides of his waist, glanced at Zhao Gou, and said coldly: "Wu Thirteen!"

The face is cold, the words are cold, and the heart is cold, and the whole person seems to be a towering snow-capped mountain, despising the ants.

"Fifty-three?" Tang Xian's voice appeared with a sense of disobedience, interrupting the cold atmosphere of the two musketeers.

"Does the number fifty-three have any special meaning to you? You actually use a number as a name?" Tang Xian could hear a strong desire for knowledge in his question.

The double swordsman clenched the scabbard in his hand and squeezed it out from between his teeth: "My surname is Wu, Wu Thirteen!"

"That'...... Does the number thirteen have any special meaning to you?"

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