The gentleman walked on the streets of the town, and the streets were paved with bluestone slabs, just one stone slab at a time.

The body is straight, and the eyes do not squint.

The blue-tiled roofs beside the street looked like blue mountains from a distance, with high white crowns and white robes. A gentleman is a bright moon.

The bright moon rises from the green mountains.

The gentleman greeted the apologetic cavalry of the opposite Daomen with his own attitude.

It's as if he's the master here.

The cavalry on the other side didn't think so, this was the land of Daomen, and for them, the gentleman was an invasion.

The gentleman is very powerful, and the cultivator of the wordless cliff has just proved this.

In the face of powerful gentlemen, the cavalry also had their own attitude.

A shout sounded from the mouth of the commander in front of the cavalry ranks: "Array".

The formation is a battle formation, a charging battle formation, this is the attitude of the cavalry.

Charge, with his most powerful strength to meet the invasion of the second gentleman of the academy, or in the eyes of the academy is nothing more than a visit.

There was no scolding, no insults, and the cavalrymen showed themselves enough respect.

Then there was another cold shout: "Charge".

The streets are not wide, only enough for three horsemen side by side, and this is because of the superb horsemanship of the cavalry.

With a "click", a drop of rain fell on the green tiles, and six horses' hooves fell neatly on the stone slabs on the street.

"Da, da, da......", the sound of horses' hooves turned from slow to fast, slow like a drip, like a shower.

I don't know when it started to rain in the sky, but it was early autumn, and some of the withered leaves on the trees were wrapped in the wind and rained and fell to the ground.

Then the leaves were blown into the air by the air currents carried by the cavalry charge, and the yellow leaves fluttered in the rain.

The first platoon of cavalry had already begun to charge, the rain running down the helmets to the rough cheeks, and the resolute and indifferent faces were like bluestones flowing through mountain streams.

The glittering tip of the spear pierced the curtain of rain, and the horse's hooves splashed on the bluestone slab.

The cavalry of the second row began to charge at a distance of three feet from the cavalry of the first row, and the spears of the flat spurs in their hands were just one foot away from the tail of the horses of the cavalry in the front row, and then the cavalry of the third row charged.

The fourth platoon of cavalry charged.

The fifth platoon of cavalry charged.

The sixth platoon of cavalry charged.

Until the ninth platoon of cavalry charged, the town resounded with the sound of rumbling horses' hooves, and the green tiles of the roof were shaken slightly, but in the end they did not fall.

No one had the luxury of expecting that only the three cavalrymen in the first row would be able to stop the footsteps of the second senior brother of the academy.

I didn't even think that the nine platoons with a total of twenty-seven cavalrymen would succeed, but there were cavalry behind, silver armor and silver cloaks like snowdrifts on a long embankment, a whole three thousand.

Further back, in the direction of Guangming Ding, there were 10,000 cavalry lined up outside the city wall of Guangming County.

There are still 10,000 cavalry in the barracks at the foot of the mountain at the top of the light, ready to support.

The town only sent 3,000 cavalry, which was not to look down on the gentleman, because 3,000 apologetic cavalry was enough to crush all the cultivators in the realm of knowing fate in the world.

From the very beginning, Daomen did not intend to engage in a personal battle with the gentleman.

In the face of more than 20,000 Daomen Guardian cavalry, no one believed that the gentleman could walk from the dock to the foot of the bright mountain.

I believe that no cultivator who knows the realm of fate can.

The gentleman didn't think about whether he could or not, he only knew that he was coming.

So he came, because he was a gentleman, and he was a high-crowned and obedient countryman.

The cavalry charged towards the gentleman.

The gentleman galloped towards the cavalry. The sleeves are flying in the wind and rain, like a banner hunting.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the momentum of the cavalry has been raised to its peak, and the eyes are beginning to turn red with excitement,

They had experienced many times of the coming clash of powers, the powerful power of the galloping horses that allowed them to crush the enemy every time, the spears mercilessly pierced the enemy's body, and the horse's hooves cruelly trampled the bloody body that had lost its strength into mud.

A cavalryman in the middle of the first row of cavalry, with his legs between his legs, suddenly accelerated. The spear in his hand stabbed at the gentleman, and the rain scattered.

So the formation of the cavalry became the tip of a knife.

The second platoon of cavalry followed closely in the changing formation.

The cavalry in the back rows threw their spears forward with all their might, drawing their long knives from their saddles.

The spear drew an arc in the air in a parabola, passing over the front rows of cavalry, and stabbing at the gentleman immediately behind the first row.

No one wondered if the cavalry in the first row would be unharmed, because if the cavalry in the first row increased their speed one more time, they would be able to get past the gentleman before the rain of gunfire.

It is also because of why the second row of cavalry is three feet behind.

Everything is under control.

The farther cavalry held the bow in their left hand and drew the string in their right hand, and the arrows made of stainless steel pointed diagonally ahead, round as the full moon.

This is tedious to say, but in fact, it is only a moment.

The tip of the spear in the middle of the first row was already three feet in front of the gentleman's chest, and the cavalryman's face showed bloodthirsty cruelty, as if he had seen a blood flower blooming in the rain, and the air seemed to smell of blood.

And then, he really smelled blood,

Then he found himself in the air, flying backwards faster than he had come.

The cavalry on the ground rushed forward like a torrent of steel from under him, and he looked down to see his spear in his chest.

In the end, he didn't even understand that the spear would be stuck in his chest.

In fact, the gentleman did only one very simple thing, when the spear of the first cavalryman stabbed at him, he did not dodge, stretched out his left hand and grasped the position under the blade of the spear, and then the spear reached his hand.

Then the spear was inserted into the chest of the cavalry, but with greater force, and the cavalry flew upside down.

Nor would he explain to the dead cavalry why the spear did not pass through his chest under the force.

All the process is in a flash,

It's not the eternity of a moment described in the master's duel, but a real moment.

At this time, the spears of the two cavalrymen next to him pierced the gentleman's body, also in the chest.

The gentleman pulled out the iron sword that he wore at his waist, and he always wore a sword at his waist, and the monk began to see it too, but he didn't have a chance to see the gentleman draw his sword.

Not because he was not as strong as the cavalry, but because the gentleman used a ruler to fight him.

At this time, the ring ruler has been put away by the gentleman. The cultivator cultivates the avenue of heaven and earth, the gentleman takes the ruler, the cavalry represents the peak combat power of the world, and the gentleman draws his sword.

Measure the heavens and the earth with a ruler, and walk in the world with a sword, this is a gentleman's line.

The gentleman's iron sword is wide and straight, and the blade is not sharp, and even a little dull.

Facing the first row of cavalry, the iron sword slapped at the spear, that is, it was slapped, not stabbed or sharpened, etc., and the spear flew into the air, along with the owner of the spear. Then it landed on the roof, smashed the green tiles, smashed a big hole in the roof, and there was no sound except for the startling of the people in the houses.

When the spears flew into the air, the second row of cavalry arrived, and the spears thrown by the cavalry behind also arrived, the tips of the spears were dense, and the blades of the spears flashed with cold light.

The gentleman strode forward, and all those attacks fell behind him,

The gentleman's iron sword swung rapidly, and the nine rows of cavalry in front of him all flew into the air.

The gentleman hurried towards the remaining cavalry at the end of the street, and the cavalry commander shouted: "Release", and as soon as all the cavalrymen's right hands were released, a loud "buzz" sounded between heaven and earth, and it was the sound of countless bowstrings shaking the air at the same time.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...... "Countless arrows pierced the air and brought the sound of the wind, and countless raindrops were shot into two petals, turning into smaller rain, the rain was finer and denser, there were arrows in the rain, and arrows brought rain."

The gentleman was not afraid, and walked faster, and his footsteps never left the earth.

For some reason, the gentleman doesn't seem to trust the sky very much, and prefers to land the soles of his feet on solid ground if it is not necessary.

After all, he is a gentleman and not Mingyue, and the houses on both sides of the street are not green mountains.

The arrow crossed the rainy sky and came to the top of the gentleman's head, and the gentleman stopped, from extremely fast to extremely quiet, as if it were natural, without the slightest jerky obscurity, and then swung his sword, and then took another step, and it was from extremely quiet to extremely fast.

The rain of arrows stopped strangely at a distance of three feet above his head, like a cloud, when the gentleman was extremely quiet. When the gentleman swung his sword, the rain of arrows also fell at a faster speed.

I have to say that the archery of the Daomen Guardian Cavalry shot very well, thousands of arrows came, but none of them landed on the roof next to it, otherwise I don't know how many people were killed from the sky.

The arrows landed on the bluestone slabs of the streets, the sharp arrows sank into the slate two inches, the body of the arrows did not fall, and the feathers of the tail of the arrows kept shaking and trembling in the rain, densely packed, and from a distance it looked like the streets were covered with thatch.

Not a single arrow fell on the gentleman, and those who tried to fall on him were cut in two by the gentleman's sword, and the shafts of the arrows that had lost their arrows were scattered on the ground, like sesame poles after the fruit had been removed after harvesting, and the feathers at the end of the arrows became dead leaves left on them.

Further, the gentleman walked faster and faster, really fast, and by the time the arrows turned into thatch or sesame poles, he had already come to the archery cavalry.

The cavalry sat on the horse, and the gentleman stood on the ground, but in the eyes of the cavalry, the gentleman was on the horse and they were standing on the ground, exactly like the feeling of the monk on the dock.

They felt like they were looking up at the gentleman.

But they didn't have more time to think about it, because the gentleman's sword had arrived.

The sword slashed at the horseman's sword-wielding arm, which fell to the ground, and the long knife was still tightly held in his hand.

The sword slashed at the cavalryman's neck, his head fell to the ground, and his eyes were still open.

Blood gushed like a fountain from the shoulders of the severed arms, from the necks without heads, and from the likeness, and it took a long time for the horsemen who had lost their arms to cry out, and the bodies without heads fell from their horses to the ground.

It was so fast that the gentleman appeared like a bolt of lightning in the ranks of the cavalry.

Like a tiger entering the flock,

There was a moment of confusion in formation.

This is exactly what the gentleman wants.

From the moment he sold his first step, he had no intention of standing there waiting for the cavalry to charge, just as Daomen did not intend to take turns to stop the gentleman one by one in the first place.

The gentleman is square, but he will not be so stupid as to stand there alone and face the thousands of troops and horses of the Daomen, three thousand people, even if he stands there and does not move and lets him kill, he is afraid that he will be soft. At this time, when the cavalry rushed into the ranks of the cavalry, the cavalry had no way to organize an effective charge, and the cavalry that could not charge was no longer cavalry.

He didn't plan to kill the people who entered here, he just needed to find a way, his current purpose was not to destroy the Dao Gate, but just the Judgment Divine Throne Zhou Banshan on the top of the light.

When a gentleman can no longer deceive him, it is the enemy's turn to have a headache.

The gentleman's feet walked towards the top of the light step by step, and the sword in his hand waved again and again, walking fast and slow, which was the most economical way to save physical strength and the best choice at present.

The wide, straight iron sword takes away an arm or a head with each swing. The blood left on the human body had already flowed into a thin layer on the street, and the soles of the shoes stepped on the sticky pools of blood, making strange gurgling noises when lifted. The gentleman's crown was still upright, and his clothes were still neat, but the soles of his shoes were stained with some blood and dirt.

The gentleman's face was still calm, he didn't even frown, and he was calm for a long time like walking on the path in the backyard. He didn't feel like he was fighting or killing, but like he was building the branches in the backyard. And when he saw that the branch was long and crooked, he cut it off with the sword in his hand. When he saw that the crown of the tree had grown taller, and it was not pretty, he cut it off.

The steps are square, the sword swings with a clear eye, and the gentleman's movements are not good-looking, let alone as smooth as a scholar. Therefore, it is not beautiful, and it is not art. But the number of cavalry slowly decreased with the swing of the iron sword, and the blood-colored road behind him became longer and longer.

The eyes of the cavalrymen, who had been cold and merciless, began to slowly change,

Looking at the gentleman, the iron sword in the hand of the second gentleman of the academy waved again and again, and his eyes began to become disgusted and fearful.

They can't imagine that a person can kill so calmly, and fight so indifferently.

As if he couldn't see those eyes of disgust or fear, the gentleman was still calm and indifferent,

He is a gentleman, not a monk, and he can't do those false compassions.

He is a gentleman, not a saint, and he can't be those who are compassionate and compassionate, if you want to say that compassion is also compassion for your own people, and your own little brother is still lying in bed sick.