Yangbei, Zhongzhou, outside Huaxing City. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info spread out from the eyes of the bleak scenery stretched fifteen miles away, is the chaotic city.

On this side of the mountain, the person who was walking quickly turned his gaze and walked towards a golden-armored warrior who suddenly appeared from the top of the mountain with a sword.

"Lord, all men are in place. When the comer came closer, he bowed down and bowed.

"It's too slow...... "The golden-armored warrior showed some impatience, "If it weren't for the fact that Lu Fang's subordinates arrived too late, we could have caught up with them directly!" ”

"Lord, except for the sixteen battle kings, there are only six of them......" the comer said again: "We have set up an ambush here, and there are warlocks and crossbows, and no one can escape." ”

"Sixteen Battles Wang Wei...... So, what about the two missing?" The golden-armored warrior stared at his men who were speechless for a while, and then asked, "How many reinforcements do you think they will come?"

"In the past two years, we have closely investigated more than thirty times, and the number of Zhan Wang Wei lurking in Huaxing City is definitely not more than fifty!" his subordinates thought for a while and said firmly.

"Okay, let's count it as fifty......" The golden-armored warrior looked around the seemingly empty and desolate mountain, and said in a deep voice: "And we have a battalion...... But except for He Fenglie, the son of the King of War, and Yu Xin, the commander of the King of War, have you figured out the origin of the other four people?"

"It hasn't been ascertained yet, but they are all people who came out of Dongzhou, and their combat power should not be weak. But in this team, there are absolutely no warriors above the Apocalypse. ”

"Very good...... Then you can't go wrong. A smile began to appear on the face of the golden-armored warrior.

"In terms of the realm of force, Yu Xin can only be regarded as the middle of the war generals, and the rest of the people should not be much stronger. I'll wait twenty times, and heaps can kill them!" his hand clenched his fists.

"Nice, very knowledgeable......"

From the side, a new voice appeared.

The two turned their heads in shock, even more shocked.

"Lord, you have seen ...... Ma ...... who can speak human words" his subordinates drew their knives in disbelief.

"How-" The golden-armored warrior was speaking, but he could only speak here.

Without warning, their heads rolled down their necks.

He Changan took his gaze from the fallen corpse from behind, and praised with his chin in praise:

"Teng Lei, good cooperation. ”

Akama looked at him and grinned.

......

"Go and play by yourself. ”

In front of the valley, He Changan waved his hand with his back to Teng Lei, and then walked forward slowly. Along the way, he occasionally glanced around.

The dead grass, the rocks, the trees, there was blood flowing silently.

In the middle of the valley, He Changan laughed and said, "Everyone, it's time to come out and speak......

In a moment, someone from all sides jumped out and surrounded him in the middle.

"You, can you see through our phantom array?" said a golden-armored warrior in the crowd.

"You are not the master of the formation, there are naturally flaws. He Changan raised his hand to the warrior and said with a smile: "It seems that you are the leader...... So, are you Lu Fang, or Liu Xingdao?"

“...... How do you know?!" The golden-armored warrior's face changed, and he raised his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm He Chang'an. He Changan replied.

He Chang'an...... Battle, War King, He Chang'an?!" The warrior was dumbfounded, and all of them took a step back.

"War King ......" The warrior gritted his teeth and swallowed his breath, and after a few more glances, the fox asked, "But you haven't been in the Western Continent all the time...... Moreover, there is no white horse in your hands!"

He Changan was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't say anything for the time being, and his expression was a little weird.

Seeing this, the samurai temporarily settled down, "Heh, did I say yes?"

"Haha......" He Changan chuckled to himself, shook his head, and then asked: "In just a few years, the impression of me in Shenzhou has become like this?"

"Who are you and what are your intentions?" When the warrior spoke, the sword in his hand suddenly roared, and at this moment, three people suddenly rushed behind He Changan!

"Hiding underground for so long, it seems that you have a lot of fire in your hearts. ”

I didn't see any movement from He Changan, but the violent sword wind suddenly circled his body, swallowing all the cries of pain, and then, the broken limbs of the three of them smashed to the ground one after another.

The samurai was shocked and exclaimed, "This is ...... He Wang Dao, empty sand?!But you ......"

"Do you always think that when you cast empty sand, people must also follow the knife in circles?" He Changan sighed: "I have been ridiculed many times by Nalan Wu because of this, so I have to beautify it......"

"You, you...... You're really ......" the samurai's hands began to tremble.

"Retreat! Retreat!" he yelled to the side.

Everyone retreated and fled. The samurai turned his head sideways and glanced down the hill from the top of the mountain, but the rest of the area was unresponsive except for the people who were still moving.

"Since I'm out of the Western Continent, I'm naturally going to kill someone. He Changan smiled at the warrior and said.

"War King, the Emperor will know what you did today......" The samurai stepped back.

"Even if he didn't know, didn't he also use his sword against my people a long time ago?" He Changan raised a hand and pointed forward.

"Sinking sand, a hundred miles, white horses and mountains, inviting the moon...... Now, I'm going to forge a new knife...... Let's start here!"

The valley is a sheath, among which, the vertical and horizontal sword soul kills the heart!

......

The subtleties of the hills in the distance became clearer, and the speed of the incoming horses began to slow down. The two riders at the front of the team are Yu Xin and Qiu Yi.

"This is it, isn't it?" said Qiu Yi Lerma, taking the lead.

"That's right. Yu Xin looked left and right and made a gesture to Chen Zhe and Li Zheng behind him.

Chen Zhe nodded, and immediately threw the things in his hand into the sky. Crimson smoke exploded in the air, instantly condensing into a knife-shaped.

"Come, everyone, ......" Yu Xin mentioned the red willow and said with a smile: "Go and see the battle that the imperial guards have put up for us!"

"Array!" Li Zheng shouted in the back, He Fenglie, Zhan Wang Wei, together with Yan Li, Zhen Tao, and You Yun, all showed their weapons.

At the same time as everyone rushed out on horseback, there were knife-shaped beacon smoke rising all around the mountain!

"Haha, did you have a plan? In the valley, He Chang'an was riding a red horse, walking leisurely.

"Huh...... Damn!" From the people who were moving quickly towards the front of the mountain, Yu Xin was surprised, and then shouted out, waving his hand and shouting: "Slow down! Slow down first! That's the prince, the prince is in front!"

“...... Damn!" He Fenglie and the rest of the battle kings looked at each other and said in unison.

"War King...... He actually went out of the Western Continent again?!" Qiu Yi said in surprise.

"Wow, is that the King of War? Looks really...... It's so majestic!" Zhen Tao covered his mouth and said to Yan Li and You Yun in disbelief.

"Hmm...... Truly. Yan Li's eyes were also shining, and he was a little apprehensive.

When a group of people were almost ten zhang away from the king of war, Yu Xin and the others all pulled the reins, and the horses under them all stopped, and at this time, He Fenglie let out an excited laugh, and he had already rolled off the horse and ran towards He Chang'an.

"Dad~" He Fenglie waved his hand and shouted.

"Nine Blades~" He Changan waved his hand in response.

Both of them spread their arms towards each other, the field suddenly fell silent, the sun became brighter, and everyone silently watched this scene of father and son meeting, and their faces slowly smiled.

“...... Ahh

Suddenly, an incongruous voice came from the two men.

In the eyes of a group of people who became mixed at once, the two did not embrace, but separated in an instant.

The next moment, I saw He Fenglie twitch, screamed again, and fell to the ground on his back. And He Chang'an slowly retracted his palm.

In a dumb state, the war king patted his sleeve for a long time, turned around with his hand, and sneered.

"Sample, fight with me?!"

......

It was an empty but not lonely field, the green earth mixed with a hint of yellow, and the pine-covered mountains blocked the cold wind blowing from the north. The autumn sun is mild but not harsh, with a lazy warmth. The sky is high, the weeds are low, and the whole world seems to be taking a nap peacefully.

Tuotuo River is a tributary of the Blue River, but it flows in the opposite direction of the Blue River that flows into the sea in the east, flows from east to west through the vast Xingjun grassland in the northeast, and then passes through the Fengyan Mountains, rubbing against the vast wilderness in the north, like a child who has left home to run to his mother's arms, all the way to the birthplace of the Blue River, at the foot of the distant Tianzhu Mountain in Zhongzhou.

It seemed to love this little but warm land, flowing beautifully and quietly, tiptoeing across a bluestone bridge to the west, and there were two men on the bridge looking down at it.

They were two soldiers on the border, but they did not perform their duties seriously, but sat on the bridge with a big grin, and in front of them they also set up a fire with pine branches, and a large clay pot was set up on the fire, and the water in the jar had begun to bubble slightly.

"The bridge under our feet was a very important place 20 years ago, a trade road connecting Zhongzhou and Xingjun, and it has been lively for hundreds of years. But now, only a dozen of us are here, and we are not too crowded to walk side by side. The speaker was a weather-colored veteran, unarmoured, covered in coarse cloth and stained, sitting cross-legged on his knees, holding a long brass cigarette stick in his hand, and looking to the side with a smile.

Surprisingly, sitting next to the veteran was just a boy who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with a heavy brown iron leaf cuirass that he used to pad his buttocks, staring straight at the half-boiled water in the clay pot, while throwing thin strips of pine wood into the fire, hearing what the veteran said, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat that was steamed by the fire, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why don't you use this bridge now?"

The veteran pressed the boy back. "The water is boiling, the firewood is enough, Lao Yue hasn't packed the rabbit yet, it's useless for you to be anxious. Then he said: "I don't need this bridge, naturally because this world is no longer called the Great Zhou, there are wars everywhere, and after 20 years of fighting, there is still no fixed number of chaotic people, and there are more and more roads that cannot be taken." The veteran took a deep breath on his cigarette stick and exhaled a long smoke.

"Lao Luo, why do you always hide and cover Xuanxuan when you speak, to make it clear. The boy pursed his lips.

"What are you covering Xuan Xuan! You kid don't always mess up words, hey, but don't say it, this word has a lot of meaning when you think about it carefully. The veteran who called Lao Luo laughed, shaking his head as if he was savoring.

At this time, another boy ran up to the bridge, ran over quickly, stomped on the stone bridge, held a large basin in his hand, and shouted: "Pack up! After saying that, he rushed to the crockpot where the water was just boiling, and a pot of rabbit meat fluttered down the pot. The two of them, who were overjoyed when they heard this, hurriedly raised their arms to block the water droplets that burst out of the crockpot. When the young man finished his work, Lao Luo hurriedly put down his hand, first looked down at the cigarette bag pot in his hand, no water splashed into it, and then raised his head to look at the pot. After seeing it, the beard curled up and put on an angry face.

"Jiang Daqi, you're in a hurry to get into the pot, aren't you? Go back to your barracks and get salt!"

The young man holding the big basin sighed aggrievedly, just turned around, and saw that a few soldiers had walked out of the barracks not far from the opposite side, and they were talking and laughing and walking towards the bridge. When Lao Luo saw it, he put down the cigarette stick with a smile, turned around and waved to the west. Two hundred steps to the west of the bridge, there were also two barracks, and the people watching in front of the room saw Lao Luo, turned around and shouted, and a few soldiers rushed out of the room, holding the guy who was eating, and hurried over. In the blink of an eye, there was a circle around the fire. More than a dozen big men took turns to glance at the pot, let out an exclamation, and then sat down together, and the guys put them on the ground. Looking closely, the clothes and armor on the two groups gathered together were actually of different formats, the clothes and armor of the few people behind Jiang Daqi were the same as the clothes and armor of the boy who boiled water on the bridge, and the iron leaves made a slight friction sound as they walked, and the few people who came over from the west were wearing black armor made of iron sheets, and the tandem was tied with a cowhide belt. The people who sat down also sat in two semicircles around the two of them according to the position where the two people were sitting on the bridge just now, but there was no strangeness between the words, and the chatting was full of knowing the roots.

Lao Luo spit out a puff of cigarette and said to the soldier who came over with a salt shaker on the opposite side: "Lao Yue, have you sent someone over from your Beishan camp in Dayan these days?"

The soldier named Lao Yue is also middle-aged, far less sloppy than Lao Luo, his clothes and armor are very neat, but the frost color on his face is inevitable, and his two thick eyebrows seem to be locked. Wen Yan said: "The Beishan camp is also coming before the winter, and it is still early. Besides, if someone had come, the big-eyed thief among you would have seen it. ”

A young man sitting next to Lao Luo snorted haha. "Lao Yue, look at what you said, I have looked at those faces and this piece of land every day for the past two years, what is there to see, if the people you sent by the Beishan battalion to check the post are big girls, then I will keep an eye on you every day. The crowd laughed.