Tuoba Spring Falcon is different from the sick seedling brother who has been dealing with medicine jars all the year round, he is born with divine power, Tuoba is still martial and noble, and almost all the young people in the clan have enlisted in the army, for this little boy who is about to step into the King Kong Realm before the age of eighteen, he is very optimistic, and this trip is also the intention of the Beimang Army God to Tuoba Spring Falcon to break that layer of window paper by himself.

With the strength of the Tuoba Spring Falcon, the riding and archery is quite outstanding, and the bow is two hundred steps in a row, and the crosshairs are not deviated, but he has weighed the remaining strength of the Southern Dynasty Anointed Surname Disciple, within 100 steps, it can be fatal, and one hundred and twenty steps is enough to hit hard, he doesn't want this guy to die so easily, so he has always wanted to shoot his back at about one hundred and twenty steps, and it is best to shoot his hands and feet. This is the mind honed by his father when he was a teenager and thrown on the ice field to fight with a white bear, and the only weapons at that time were a bow, a dagger and a pot of arrows.

Duan Er's return was not shocked by this son's throwing technique, but was frightened that the young man was in a dead situation, and still did not forget to carefully weigh the pros and cons of the thick black city mansion, a group of people on a trailing tour, in addition to eye tracking, if it disappeared in the field of vision, it was necessary to rely on the yellow eagle to keep an eye on the air, provide intelligence, and constantly expand the distance between the two sides to do a trick, and finally took advantage of the yellow eagle to dive down the height, dodge the arrow and kill with the arrow, in one go, it is simply after the sword is hurt by the air, and a handful of salt is sprinkled on the wound of the little master。 There is a yellow eagle in the air, they are sure to win, even if they are lucky to escape out of sight, as long as the general direction is correct, they are not afraid that this person will slip through the net, chase all the way, and do not give him time to breathe and heal, and it is certain that the oil will run out.

Duan Boer smiled back with a cruel smile, since you can still kill the eagle to demonstrate, I will give you a straw that will crush the camel!

A rough face was sickly red, his eyes were pitch black, and his iris gradually faded until his pupils were gone. The cavalry, including Siti Cha'er, noticed the strangeness of the servant, and the horses were restless. Duan Er'er came back and stopped suddenly, making a gesture of throwing a spear, seeing that the hundred cavalry who were desperately riding the horse were inexplicable, and the little prince's servant had no weapons in his hand, this sword was to treat the swordsman as a bird with a frightened bow?

Thunder Spear!

Duan Er's return forcibly raised the realm at the cost of consuming qi and blood, and stepped into the ethereal pseudo-realm with one foot. Bending the arm as if raising a gun, stepping on a series of pleasing cross steps, when the most rearly thrown, the left leg made a subtle but decisive kick, driving the forearm forward to burst out of a whipping action, only to hear the whoosh of piercing the eardrum, a spear invisible to the naked eye pierced the sky, where the spear came, there were ripples brought by the vacuum, like a comet passing by, throwing the arc straight to Xu Fenghou's back. Duan Erhui back to the Qiang people, since ancient times good at using no feather javelin, the body is slender and sharp, the force can penetrate the number of armor, he has participated in hunting since childhood, is known for throwing spears in the warriors of the Qiang tribe, when he was young, he met the great master of the martial arts at the peak of the spear fairy Wang embroidery, to teach the mystery of marksmanship, and finally created his own thunder spear supernatural powers, eight years ago and the devil has been famous for a long time to fight for his life, two spears killed, a battle to become famous. But this kind of spear technique, which is extremely depleting of qi and blood, is a means of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, and Duan Er Hui does not dare to use it easily, and it is better than surprise and long-distance sniping, which shows how much Duan Er Hui has attached importance to Xu Fengnian.

After Xu Fengnian clearly knew the identities of the three of them, especially when he began to escape, he had been waiting for Duan Er's famous stunt to return, known as the thunder spear of the three spears, and finally came.

All the way to the arduous accumulation of scattered rhubarb court, except for the broken arrow to shoot the yellow eagle to use some, they are gritting their teeth and preparing to resist this spear!

Xu Fengnian's eyebrows had already turned purple and black, and he didn't care whether he fell into a bleak situation of returning to the light, so he stopped and turned around, twisted the spring thunder with both hands, and swept his body backwards, and constructed a huge round mirror qi wall in the sheath spring thunder again. Duan'er Hui Hui is undoubtedly still a strong crossbow, but Xu Fengnian is already thinner, the round mirror was blown up by a thunder spear, the spring thunder bounced backwards, and the spear that changed the trajectory slightly pierced into Xu Fengnian's ribs, and after it was transparent, it still blew out a human-height hole in the ground, and the dust was flying. Duan Er's return can also be regarded as avenging the flying sword and stabbing palm for Tuoba Spring Falcon.

The capture Cha'er and the hundred horsemen are finally relieved, this guy is really uneasy, this time he should accept his fate and die, right?

Xu Fengnian's body fell heavily to the ground, struggling to sit up, but he couldn't stand up anymore, took the spring thunder beside him, sat cross-legged, and put it on his knees. The blood gushing out of his mouth has turned black, and if he doesn't wipe it, he is destined to not wipe it clean anyway, Xu Fengnian just reached out and rubbed the bun tied with his hair, and his body was affected by his parents.

Since he was a child, he was laughed at by Li Yishan as a rich northerner and southerner, no wonder he was reincarnated in the Xu family. The eldest sister Xu Zhihu always joked that there were four in the family, and he looked the most like his mother, with similar facial features, similar eyes, and even similar hair, she always said that she was very jealous. Xu Fengnian's vision was blurred, his mind was wandering, he remembered many trivial things, Xu Xiaoling's back, the laughter and play of the four sisters and brothers, the town spirit song of the Liangwang Mansion in Qingliang Mountain, the white clothes that had been a heavy shadow in his heart since he was a child, the sword of the old man in sheepskin Qiu came and went with people, and the bloated hill on the parade platform on the bank of the Guangling River. Too many people and too many things, fleeting, for some reason, life is coming, in addition to feeling sorry for his spoiled father Xu Xiao, failed to take over the burden of 300,000 iron horses from his hands, failed to make his shoulders easier, the most reluctant, just remembered a woman's dimples, he and her, although they grew up together, can not be called a poetic childhood sweetheart. He has only been in his life for twenty years, but he has seen all kinds of women, about the same as the big girl sweet potato in the words of the seemingly affectionate but ruthless, very cold, care about many women, but it seems that anyone can let go, but she, whether it is with Lao Huang in the three-year lost dog career, or the later travels, and this trip to Beimang, will always think of her, and then gently worry about her.

If the people of the world knew that Xu Fengnian, who had been hereditarily replaced, went to Beimang alone, he would definitely laugh at the fact that His Royal Highness the prince of the world was full of food and support, and let the son of the world do not do it, what should he do desperately? You honestly wait for the king of Beiliang to die of old age, and put on the extremely luxurious python robe of the vassal king, why not? Even if the whole world knows that there is Chen Zhibao, a spike like a fish in the throat, there is a chance that you can't compete for it, you Xu Fengnian turns a blind eye, and it is just a military power, the king of Beiliang is the king of Beiliang, and the white-clothed war fairy is the white-clothed war fairy, one sits in Beiliang, and the other sits on the border. Don't be dissatisfied, don't be self-sufficient, don't care if your Royal Highness the prince hides gold or a straw bag, goes to the Beiliang Army, and accumulates more military merits, but can you compete with the unparalleled Chen Baiyi who rose in the Spring and Autumn War? Can you make the feat of forcing the death of the soldier Saint Ye Baikui? Can you have a few years to build a military lineage under Chen Zhibao's nose? Take 10,000 steps back and say, Chen Zhibao stabbed to death with one shot Wang Xiu, the great master Wang Xiu, who was as famous as Li Chungang and the red armor of Fu Jiang, what qualifications do you Xu Fengnian have to compete with him? In the entire Liyang Dynasty, no one is optimistic that he can control the 300,000 iron horsemen in the world like the King of Beiliang, which is funny, and this seems to be the root cause of the middle-aged man in Tai'an City, the capital, who allowed Hu Lai, the eldest son of the vassal king.

There is no young man who rules the Spring and Autumn Period, and he is so remembered by the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

Xu Fengnian's fingers trembled, and he tied the knots that were somewhat loose.

That night, Xu Xiao said, Feng Nian, if you die in Beimang, Beiliang will be handed over to Chen Zhibao in the future. The Beiliang Army changed course, which is nothing to me Xu Xiao, but if you die, my father, can only be like your mother who entered the palace alone back then, and cannot take revenge.

Xu Fengnian joked at the time, you are a father, you are really a wretch, if my uncompetitive son hangs on Beimang's side, how domineering would you be to lead the Beiliang Iron Horse all the way to the Beimang Royal Court?

Xu Xiao was silent for a long time, and then chuckled and said Dad also wants to do this, but he is afraid that you will really die, so he will say some frustrating words to lie to you. My Xu family's 300,000 iron horsemen, how can I defeat half of the national strength that Beimang has accumulated for 30 years, such a domineering thing, my father will do it, where can I compare to you to do it?

Xu Fengnian smiled and said that if he can not die, of course he is not willing to die, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and he is aggrieved when he thinks about it.

Xu Xiao, who had never beaten this son, slapped Xu Fengnian on the head, and the general, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, actually snorted several times in succession, laughing and scolding and saying goodbye to depressing words. Then he muttered to himself several times.

Xu Fengnian replied helplessly and said that he had won the crown, and what else was there to say.

Xu Xiao shook his head and stopped talking.

Xu Fengnian closed his eyes, put his hands on the spring thunder, and somewhat understood some things, why did Xu Xiao still like to sew shoes like an old farmer? Xuanyuan Jingcheng should have experienced the world like Zhang Julu, and he could get closer to Xun Ping at the worst, but he was blocked by himself outside the door of a family of three, and blocked on the Huishan Mountain with the surname Xuanyuan, even if he became a Confucian saint in one fell swoop, he still never took half a step. The bull rider eventually went down the mountain, but what is the difference between going down the mountain and being on the mountain? The old man in sheepskin Qiu Li is sixteen years old, King Kong is nineteen years old, and he is twenty-four years old when he reaches the heavens, why is he still in the green robe of the ghost gate on the river after he broke his arm, and he laughed and flew his sword?

At the end of the day, it's all one word.

Xu Fengnian thought about her dimples and shook her feet.

Even if he didn't admit it, he knew that he liked her. I don't like it, how can I watch it for so many years, but I always never get tired of watching it?

It's just that I don't know how to do it, but I like it so much.

If you like it, but you can't say it, then don't die here!

After Xu Fengnian opened his eyes, he wiped the blood stain on his cuffs, and shouted with a smile: "Jiang Ni!

Tuoba Spring Falcon sneered, but once again he couldn't laugh.

A young woman came with a sword, and behind her, there was a green-shirted Confucian Ling Bo walking slightly, stepping into the air.

The woman stood on top of a long sword, dangling in the air in front of the creature in the mortal land.

She glared and said angrily, "What are you calling me for?"