CHAPTER XXXI

The bloody road behind him was already very long, and there were only three cavalrymen left in front of the gentleman.

The rest of the cavalry was a little farther in front. The cavalry commander is not a fool, and he knows that if he continues to huddle together like this, he will only be killed by the gentleman one by one.

Although he didn't believe that anyone could kill three thousand cavalry with one person and one sword, he had to believe it when he looked at the man who didn't seem to know what tiredness was.

Looking at the man on the street who had killed hundreds of people and still didn't change his face, the three cavalrymen had fallen in front of the gentleman, and the cavalry commander didn't know if he could finally walk to the foot of the top of the light and finally reach the top of the light, but the commander knew that if this continued, all of them would die here, under the sword of the gentleman, including himself.

He had to make some changes.

He bought some time with the lives of a hundred cavalrymen, and the remaining two thousand cavalry quickly retreated during this time and then regrouped. He knew better that the power of cavalry could only be seen in the charge.

After the gentleman had walked, the hundreds of surviving cavalry had already turned their horses and lined up to meet the gentleman's back.

The distance is not very far, because the gentleman will not give him much time.

But the distance was barely enough for the cavalry to form a charge.

The long knife leaned forward, and on the street in front lay his once brave and fearless subordinates, those who had broken their legs lying on the ground and screaming in pain, and the dead could never get up again. The Commander's gaze burned like a flame, sadness, hatred, and a hint of fear and respect.

"Kill!" The voice was a little hoarse, but still with irresistible determination and order. The cavalry behind "Kill ......" shouted in unison, and the murderous spirit rose to the sky. This time the commander is at the forefront,

I don't know when the rain has stopped, the sun is already on the other side of the mountain, and the sunset is like blood.

The gentleman's face was still calm and undisturbed, as if he would continue like this until he was old.

The cavalry commander no longer thought about anything that could move the man, he just wanted to end this war quickly, not a battle, but a war, a war between three thousand cavalry and one man.

The sound of two thousand war horses stepping on the stone slab is like countless mallets falling on the drum surface, and the drum sound is agitated, which is the easiest to arouse the blood in the man's chest, but at this time, it is a little tragic.

Two thousand long knives reflect the setting sun, and the blades turn bloody.

The charge of the two thousand cavalry was like a torrent of steel, and the commander was confident that even if there was a hill in front of him, he could flatten it, and even if the man on the opposite side was a back wall, he would knock it in.

For the first time, the gentleman's gaze changed, becoming brighter, he was not the bright moon, the bright moon was in his eyes.

The distance was not far away, and the cavalry that had charged up had a few breaths to come, and the cavalry commander could even see the straight edges and corners of the gentleman's high crown.

With a "brush", the long knife slashed down towards the gentleman, and at the same time, a long knife slashed horizontally on the left and right.

"Dang", the iron sword separated the commander's long knife, and his left hand smashed on the horse's head, "poof, poof" twice, and half of the other two cavalrymen flew into the air with their long knives, just like the scene that had appeared countless times before.

The crackling sound of bones sounded, and the war horse under the commander's crotch flew into the air with people, this time the commander tightly held the knife in his hand. The long knife did not fly out of his hand, but a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the person was seriously injured.

As a commander, he still won't be a gentleman's opponent, and he desperately holds the long knife in his hand so that he will have more confidence.

This is a new method that the gentleman has come up with to deal with the charge of 2,000 cavalry, and the cavalry without a horse is no longer a cavalry. "Bang...... Bang ......" sound one after another, and one after another the horses flew into the air, and then fell to the ground with a clatter, being trampled by the hooves of the cavalry horses behind.

Simple, direct and rude, the gentleman regretted why he didn't use such a method just now.

From a high altitude, the gentleman was like a great sword splitting the torrent of cavalry charging in half, and people and horses flew up in mid-air.

The cavalry commander closed his eyes in despair, he never expected that this defeat would be faster and more complete.

The Pope on the top of the light turned around and walked towards the Hall of Light, and before leaving, he said to Chen Banshan: "Let him come to the City of Light." He knew that the cavalry could no longer stop the gentleman.

Chen Banshan had seen a gentleman in Licheng, and he never imagined that he would see that silent young man so powerful in Licheng. If it were him, he might be able to deal with the 3,000 cavalry in the town, but he would have to use all his means, and he would have to add the identity of the Daomen's magic and spell master.

He didn't have much to worry about after revealing the identity of the spellmaster in Licheng, and the Pope really didn't care about his identity as a spellmaster as he thought, as long as the Pope didn't care, he didn't have much to care about with his status as a judge of the throne.

He beckoned to one of the deacons of the Ruling Temple who was following behind him, and whispered a command.

The deacon whispered yes, then bowed and withdrew.

A firework shot up into the sky in the City of Light.

Seeing the fireworks, the cavalry in the town stopped charging, and the gentleman also stopped.

Two horsemen walked over and lifted the mortally wounded commander onto their horses, and the rest of the men also carried the wounded cavalrymen who did not die on their horses, then turned their horses around and withdrew towards the outside of the town.

All that remained were stumps and severed arms all over the ground, and tattered corpses trampled on by horses' hooves. The cavalry did not have much sadness and sadness, for them, they had long dedicated their lives to the Daomen. Death is nothing but a return to Haotian's benevolent embrace.

The gentleman stood alone in the middle of the street, not tall in the sunset.

......

Guangming City, five hundred miles away from the town.

The City of Light is very ancient, and it already existed when the Dao Gate existed.

The surface of the boulder that had been blessed by the magic of light was as white as jade, but it was full of swords, guns, sword marks, and traces of time, and it had kept the Empire's army out of the city for three years.

The gentleman stood under the city wall and looked at this ancient city, it was indeed majestic and majestic, and it was not inferior to the glass city.

The gentleman silently commented in his heart.

But he didn't come to see the scenery, he came to go to the top of the light, and if he wanted to go to the top of the light, he had to go to the city.

The city gate was closed, and the cavalry who had been lining up outside the city to support Daohe Town did not know when they would return to the city.

But the gentleman still had to go into the city.

As he thought so, the gates creaked and slowly opened, not to welcome him, but because someone inside had left the city.

Thirteen people came out of the city gate, and the first middle-aged man was Chen Banshan, the god of the Daomen ruling.

Chen Banshan was followed by twelve old men, of which eleven old people had strong breaths, and only the old man who walked in front was mediocre.

The ordinary old man walked side by side with Chen Banshan. The gentleman's gaze fell on him.

The old man is very ordinary and ordinary, the kind of old man who is common in the market.

Sensing the gentleman's gaze, the old man raised his head and smiled slightly, nodding his head, just like an old man walking a bird in the morning greets a familiar neighbor. The gentleman still returns the salute, he has always been, no matter what kind of person he is facing.

"The second gentleman is goodbye to Licheng, and his style is better than in the past. Chen Banshan was the first to speak, from Licheng to today, in fact, it has not been long.

The gentleman did not speak, but looked at him in silence. Gentlemen are polite, there are exceptions, and he looks good at whom, and he doesn't want to salute those who hurt his little junior brother.

Seeing that the gentleman didn't speak, Chen Banshan laughed dryly and continued: "I was fortunate to see Mr. Second that day, and I wanted to talk in detail, but I didn't expect that Mr. Fifth was too anxious to chase away guests, and he left before he could say a few words with the gentlemen of the academy. Originally, I was very sorry, but I didn't expect my husband to come to my Guangming County, it seems that Haotian is benevolent, and he doesn't want her people to leave regrets. He didn't mention that he had been there for Jinpa that day, and he didn't face the battle that took place in the town in advance. The tone is gentle and the words are sincere. It seems that the gentleman really came to Guangming County as a guest, and he is also the hospitable host. It's really like an old friend who hasn't seen him for many years.

The gentleman looked at him, but the more he looked at him, the more he got tired of it, remembering the purpose of his coming to Guangming County, and the little junior brother who was sick and lying on the bed, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Banshan.

Chen Banshan snorted coldly, and was ignored by the gentleman one after another, and he was also a little annoyed.

A finger pointed out, facing the gentleman's palm, bright finger.

When the night blinds your eyes, the direction of your fingers, that is the light. When the ashes fall on the frosty eaves, the light is in the distance.

Daomen Divine Technique Light Finger.

When he was pointing out, Chen Banshan was in front of the gentleman. When the finger was pointed out, he went far away, and when the finger fell, Chen Banshan appeared in front of the gentleman with a piece of light.

The gentleman didn't look at it, and the ring ruler that appeared in his hand at some point snapped on Chen Banshan's fingers.

One finger immediately became red and swollen, and the light he had brought with him shattered like a mirror.

Looking at his red and swollen fingers, Chen Banshan was a little stunned.

The cultivator who smiled and nodded was stunned, and the master of the sect on the top of the mountain was also stunned.

As the ruling god seat of the Daomen, Chen Banshan is not powerful, but the powerful Chen Banshan only made a finger, and he was beaten red and swollen by the gentleman with a ring ruler.

The monks and cavalry in the town all stopped the gentleman for a day, but Chen Banshan couldn't stop the gentleman's move.

It makes no sense.

Chen Banshan opened his mouth to say "......" and snapped again, the ring ruler hit his face, his cheeks immediately swollen, and a mouthful of blood foam and three front teeth spit out of his mouth.

Chen Banshan is crazy, as the saying goes, you don't hit people in the face, and the gentleman's face is strong.

Half of the cheeks are swollen, smooth as a baby's skin, plump as a child, and red as the sunset. The muscles of the other half of the face twitched, and the face was hideous.

The whole face looks weird and funny.

The gentleman looked at this face, felt quite satisfied, and said to the owner of the face: "The mouth is used to speak, not to curse people."

I lost three front teeth and could speak vaguely, but I couldn't say those cursed words clearly.

Zhou Banshan's tongue was abandoned once by Su Yan in the scholar's projection world, and it didn't take long for him to recover after returning to Mengshan after being treated by the Pope's Great Light Divine Technique. Today, he was knocked out of three front teeth by the gentleman's ring ruler.

He really didn't want to go through the process of being healed by the Divine Radiance of Light.

The resentment towards the academy and the gentleman finally broke out in his heart.

"In the world of light, all dirt will be purified," said Chen Banshan, a passage on page 3 of the canon, whose voice was somewhat slurred because of the loss of three front teeth: "Where the light shines, all original sins will be judged, and anyone who doubts Haotian and insults the light will be banished and will perish forever in boundless darkness." Chen Banshan prostrated himself on the ground and read the ninth paragraph of the seventh page of the canon devoutly, at this moment he was not only the ruling seat of the Daomen, but also the most pious people of Haotian.

The twelve old men came to the wordless cliff, and the thirteen monks on the dock came to the same place, and at this time they also bowed to the ground, and read this passage together with Chen Banshan...... Whoever insults the light will be banished and perished forever in boundless darkness. ”

On the city wall, the heavily guarded cathar cavalry also repeated this passage, and this passage sounded in the entire Guangming City, the entire Guangming County, and everywhere: "...... Where the light shines, all original sins will be judged, and anyone who doubts the heavens and insults the light will be banished and perished forever in the boundless darkness. ”

The towering walls grew farther and farther away in front of the gentleman's eyes, "Great and merciful Haotian, please give strength to your most pious people, your people will walk the world on your behalf, they will question everything about the light, and all that is disrespectful to you, expel them, suppress them, kill them, destroy them." ”

The whole Guangming County sounded: "Expulsion, suppression, killing, extermination." "Endless sounds.

The sky above Guangming County changed, and countless Haotian Shenhui snowflakes fell down and fell on the ground, and the ground under the gentleman's feet began to burn, and the white and transparent flames baked the soles of the gentleman's feet.

Snowflakes fall on flowing rivers, on galloping horses, on the dancing flames of the stove, on the boiling water in an iron pot. Fall on everything that is moving.

These forces gathered together and came to the gentleman, like a pair of huge invisible hands, pushing the gentleman towards the other side of the Daoguang River.

This is the power of the entire Guangming County.

At this moment, Chen Banshan was powerful and invincible, and those questioning eyes became respectful again when the gentleman shot down his three front teeth with one move.

After all, he is the ruling god of the Daomen, one of the most powerful people on the top of Mengshan Mountain.

The gentleman holds the ruler with both hands, one on the left and one on the left, and his arms are stretched out.

This is resisting, or blocking, or supporting.