There was a tremor throughout the mountain

The tremor came from a certain hill, the dense forest in the mountain shook violently, countless pine leaves fell, and the beasts on the periphery of the mountain forest stood up in horror, ignoring the will of those powerful beings in the depths of the old forest who did not dare to exceed the rules in the past, and fled one after another

The beast has a keen sense of smell, and can smell the domineering aura that fills this earthquake earlier

It was the sound of countless war horses rising at the same time, and it was also the momentum of countless heavy horses pressing the ground when they landed their hooves at the same time

Momentum like a rainbow!!

The heavenly general Zhong Shankui, who was as burly as a mountain and even more majestic as a mountain, finally put down the hand that represented the charge, and at the moment when the invisible boundary wall between the pavilions was just completely shattered, the timing was very delicate and accurate, and there was not even a fleeting opportunity

He waited for a whole night, and the fiery battle intent was also accumulated all night, and the three thousand Xuanjia heavy horsemen behind him also waited for a whole night in the long dark night, the cold night in the mountains did not make these proud and powerful heavy horsemen cool but the scorching and fighting intent in their hearts, and those powerful existences like gods in front of them did not give them a trace of fear, on the contrary, even because of the strong strength and prominent identity of the other party, the pride and bloodiness that had been engraved in the bones of every Dali heavy rider were completely stimulated

Accumulation is the business of scholars, and accumulation is why they have been the first in the world for countless years

I have suppressed and accumulated a whole night of fighting spirit and blood, and now that I am out of trouble, how can my momentum not be as good as Hong's? How can my fighting spirit not soar to the sky?

Three thousand heavy horses into the horns of the momentum of the pavilion charged, at the front of the horns, Zhong Shankui will drum up the momentum to the peak, the muscles wrapped in heavy armor like an explosion, and there is no fancy action, he shot forward, a horse galloped, a bright iron spear ghost light is so brutal piercing the night sky

The iron spear is dark and black, with complex carvings on the surface, like ten thousand long snakes wrapped around the gun, giving people a heavy and solemn feeling

The dynasty army is heavy with guns, and the gun is the king, representing indomitable

Therefore, Zhang Yiran, the general of Bocheng, although he has a treasure knife idle, still chooses to fight with a gun at the moment of life and death

Compared to Zhang Yiran's spear, this iron spear was even colder, whether it was the cold iron light or the starlight reflected on it

Anyone can feel the unrivaled momentum of the iron spear

The three thousand Xuanjia heavy riders stepped out of their right feet at the same time, and there was no superfluous sound

The three thousand heavy horsemen fell on their right feet at the same time, and there was only a sound of horses' hooves falling to the ground

It can be seen that as the foundation of Dali to become the first dynasty in the world, these heavy horses have how strict discipline and momentum they have

When the three thousand heavy horses stand still, it is the pine and cypress between the mountain cliffs, regardless of the mountain wind, will never loosen any cypress branch, but when the three thousand iron spears are unstoppable at the same time, it is the most turbulent continuation of ten thousand waves

Each iron spear was glowing with a trace of cold light, and the power filled in the cold light would eventually condense into one point with the horn battle type, that is, the iron spear in Zhong Shankui's hand

Three thousand flowing water can also converge into a river, not to mention three thousand majestic rivers!!

No one can hold up the three thousand rivers to go forward and beat one after another, and even if all the heavy cavalry has been running wildly, the formation has always maintained an unusually strict specification and distance, without the slightest difference, this formation can make the strength of all the cavalry perfectly gather in one place, which may be why Dali is obviously just a worldly dynasty, but countless sects outside the world dare not easily underestimate the reason

Through the night in the broken grass mountain in the pavilion and Zhu Xiaoyu's fat figure like a roller, Shen Li looked at the domineering momentum of the three thousand getting closer and closer, and suddenly felt very tired and lonely, he wrapped the cotton jacket on his body that was almost blackened into pieces, and used his tongue to push out a trace of chicken between his teeth, and smacked his mouth a few times to taste the aftertaste

The charge of the three thousand Xuanjia heavy horses, no one dared to resist its edge, Shen Li at the peak may be able to, but he thinks that he will not do such a troublesome and tragic job with his lazy and casual nature

Others don't know, but he knows very well why there are as many as eighteen heavenly generals in Dali, but the imperial court alone sends Zhong Shankui, whose strength can only be ranked seventh at most, to come, the reason is very simple, if any Tiantian is in the future, there will be no such paranoid and crazy or even reckless fighting spirit as Zhong Shankui

Zhong Shankui's bare arms outside the heavy armor at this time were black and purple because the gathered power was too majestic, in fact, although he was a powerful cultivator at the peak of martial arts, and his meridian bones were as hard as steel, he rarely tried to gather the power of three thousand Xuanjia heavy horsemen at a time like tonight, which could easily cause serious sequelae to him, and even leave irreparable damage in his body

But he didn't care, many years ago, he was ordered to arrest Shen Li, but for many reasons, his mission failed, he never tasted defeat in his life, and Shen Li was the first person to let him know what it was like to fail

I have to say that Shen Li's back then, he was really enough to fuck up, whether it was a white-clothed Taoist, or Zhong Shankui, or even some more powerful people, he had provoked them, and after provoking them, he could escape from the other party's anger in a chic and shameless manner, leaving only a coquettish and underbeaten figure that made people feel distressed when they thought about it, and their teeth hurt and their brains hurt when they were ruthless

There seems to be a very peculiar talent in his dissolute body, a talent that makes people itch their teeth, and in some ways, the obese Zhu Xiaoyu also has this potential

Therefore, Zhong Shankui only asked for one shot tonight

If it is successful, it will be benevolent

If he fails, he will allow his body veins and bones to be eroded and destroyed, and will disappear from the ranks of the generals

In the face of such a fearless charge, Shen Li pursed his lips, tore off a piece of burnt cotton wool and threw it aside, as if he felt that it was a little too cold without a cotton jacket to shield the night breeze, so he squatted down lightly and stretched out his hand to the cluster of cyan flames closest to his body, like an old country man warming up in front of the stove, his lips in his mouth were slightly open and closed while roasting his hands, as if he was muttering some very broken thoughts

This scene is very magical, but it is also more sad and lonely, two people who have fought all their lives are gathered in front of the fire, the withered old man looks up at the night sky and mutters to himself, and the mourning dog Shen Li squats beside the fire and chatters

The same broken thoughts, the same helplessness

Zhong Shankui, who was still some distance away from Shen Li, couldn't hear these broken words, but Zhu Xiaoyu, who was very close to Shen Li, could hear it very clearly, so he laughed very wordlessly

Shen Li's mouth was babbling at this time

"As for it, all the?"

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As for the question of whether this is the case, the white-clothed Daoist didn't think about it, Zhong Shankui didn't think about it, and even everyone who was silently watching tonight's battle behind him didn't think about it

Because they're all going to think it's going to be, it's going to be very much

It is even said that if it weren't for the fact that the time was too hasty, many of the forces behind the scenes had not had time to prepare, and the formation that came here tonight might be even greater

But even that was enough to shock many

Qingye Division, Thousand Mountains Sect, Da Li's Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry, which place is not the pinnacle of the world?

This gave Shen Li enough face, so he should also die

In fact, Shen Li didn't have the consciousness of dying at this time, he squatted in front of the cyan flame, as if complaining about the old man in the countryside who had rained too much this year and the crops were not very good, and was still babbling some unknown broken thoughts

The old man muttered that it would be good if it rained, while Shen Li complained that there was too much rain

This picture is very speechless, and it also makes people feel very pretended, but the old man makes people feel helpless and speechless, while Shen Li just makes people feel forced and cheap

Since ancient times, many people who pretend to die are more miserable, whether it is a folk history or a historical biography, people like these records

Shen Li felt that throughout his life, although he had lived a wandering life with no fixed place and wandering most of the time, he had lived a thrilling and magnificent life, going up to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, going down to the abyss of another world, punching thousands of mountains and immortal immortals, and kicking the nasty toad in the Sword Pavilion Pond, which had nothing to do with the fucking word of miserable

Therefore, he still thought about it in pieces, and there was no blazing flame in his eyes, let alone Zhong Shankui's iron spear that was as dazzling as the scorching sun and as cold and powerful as winter

The iron spear got closer and closer, piercing the sky and the night, completely shattering the turbulent boundary wall between the pavilions

And then

Poof

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The quietest night before dawn was ruthlessly broken

It was the sound of the iron spear piercing through the flesh, slight, but clear

Xu Zi'an was extremely familiar with this sound, so he was the first to come back to his senses

Then there was an extremely harsh and unpleasant sizzle, the sound of iron spears grinding against each other's bones

It seems that the person who was pierced by the iron spear did not have much flesh on his body, so the sound of the iron spear penetrating the flesh was soft, and the sound of piercing through the bones was heavy

Shen Li was still squatting in place, with a hint of sadness between his eyebrows

It's like losing something very important

There were still many charred holes in his padded jacket, but there were no round holes like when the iron spear pierced him, and there was no scene where blood splattered out like a fountain

Shen Li didn't die, because an old man stood up

Which old man's expression is still peaceful, like the gentle breeze in the morning, like the quiet stars in the starry sky, like the moonlight like water in the dark night

He has dealt with the night all his life, and what he is most familiar with is the breeze before dawn and the stars in the night sky

He loved the landscapes that were easily overlooked, because they were hidden in the night

The world yearns for the light, but he is in the darkness

He's from the Dawn of the Night

It's not a ghost of the Kiyoyaji

Just an old man who walked into the sun