[Ran^Text^Library] As its name suggests, Yunwu Mountain is like a huge dragon, stepping on the long border line of the Great Xia Dynasty, thousands of meters high, and the top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round. 【Ran Library (7764)】.

As the center of Yunwu Mountain, known as the first pass in the world, Yunwu Pass, which has been the first pass for foreign invasions of the Great Xia Dynasty for generations, is the dividing line inside and outside the pass, and is also the most important barrier for foreign enemies to attack the imperial city of Great Xia - Yujing City.

The area of the Cloud Mist Pass is extensive, like a sharp sword, straight into the sky, and behind the giant sword, it is an artificially repaired city, Cloud Mist City.

Directly in front of it is a cross-section of almost 90 degrees, and the most amazing thing is that the cliff is so smooth that it looks as if it had been cut with a knife.

"That's right, this cliff, according to legend, many years ago, a heaven-level grandmaster predecessor of my dynasty, in order to facilitate the younger generations to fight against foreign enemies, used the sword in his hand to cut a mountain like this, therefore, Yunwu Pass has another name-"

At the peak of Yunwu Pass, Mao looked at everyone with a radiant look and talked eloquently, "Broken Sword Cliff!"

"Broken Sword Cliff?"

Ling Zhi's eyes froze, and his divine sense carefully swept over the long and smooth cliff below, and he couldn't help but gasp.

If the legend is true, how strong is the heaven-level master who can split the mountain range with one sword?

Except for Mao Shencai, all the people present were generals who followed Xuanyuan Bugu to come to Yunwu Pass for the first time, and after hearing the other party's introduction, almost all of them showed the same expressions as Ling Zhi.

"It turns out that there are still heaven-level grandmasters in my dynasty, if this senior is still there, no matter how many of those patriotic barbarians, what is it?" Xuanyuan Bugu said with emotion.

Xuanyuan Bugu stood up at this time and shook his hand: "Okay, now is not the time to remember your predecessors, General Mao, you are an old man at the border pass, I want to ask, how do wolf soldiers generally attack?

Xuanyuan Bugu asked everyone's doubts, in fact, Ling Zhigang also felt this way after he came to the Cloud Pass.

Mao Shencai pondered for a while, then suddenly pointed to the other side and said, "Have you heard of the Flying Wolf Horse?"

"Flying Wolf Horse?"

"Yes, in the army of wolf soldiers, there is a kind of flying wolf horse......"

"Could it be that these flying wolf horses really can't fly?" one of the generals couldn't help but ask.

Mao Shencai smiled bitterly: "Not only can he fly, but his body is particularly strong in carrying and hitting, ordinary swords and soldiers slash at the flying wolf horse, and they can't even leave a little mark!"

Everyone gasped and couldn't help but glance at Ling Zhi.

If what Mao Shencai said was true, the wolf soldiers flew up directly from the ground to attack with a flying wolf horse, even if there were 300,000 reinforcements this time, there would be no chance of victory in this battle.

"Huh, no, General Mao, if it's really as you said, how did you survive until now?" Xuanyuan Bugu was the boss of the party, and he quickly thought of the crux of the problem.

Mao said brightly: "What the marshal asked is that the fact that there are flying wolf horses among the wolf soldiers is indeed true, but the number is not much, judging from the previous attacks, it should not exceed this number." Mao said and raised two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" said a general, in a deep voice.

Mao's face was a little hot, and finally nodded and said, "Not bad!"

One of the generals asked, "What does General Mao mean that you have only been fighting for so long with only 20,000 wolf soldiers?"

"Ahem......"

Mao stared at this person fiercely, and then glanced at Xuanyuan Bugu, feeling that his old face was becoming more and more red.

Woo...... Whining......

A long horn sound came from the foot of the opposite mountain, and everyone turned their heads together, only to see that on the opposite side of the cloud and mist pass, on the originally empty mountain range, the flag suddenly flew up, and groups of patriotic wolf soldiers riding red wolf horses continued to pour up. In a short time, the entire mountain range was densely built.

"Bad ......"

Seeing this scene, Mao's face changed, and his tense face seemed to twitch slightly.

"What's wrong?" asked Xuanyuan Bugu, a little puzzled.

"Reinforcements from the wolf soldiers have arrived!"

Mao Shencai pointed to the opposite mountain range, "Marshal, look, there, there, originally, according to the report of the spies during this time, the number of brute soldiers did not exceed 100,000 at most, and all of them appeared, and they could only cover half of the opposite mountain range, but now, not only the mountains are full, but also crowded......"

"So what? No matter how many of them there are, there are only 20,000 of them who can come up, right?" one of the generals couldn't help but ask.

"That's not right!"

Mao Shencai pointed to one of them and said, "There, yes, that's where the black chess army gathers, do you see clearly? Under those people is the Flying Wolf Horse, there must be more than 20,000 of them......

Ling Zhi followed Mao's guidance and his divine sense condensed into a line and poked out, and his face couldn't help but sink.

Sure enough, under the handsome flag with the word "Ba" hanging there, there was a black press, although the specific number could not be counted for a while, but it was definitely several times that of 20,000.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Ling Zhi's eyes suddenly froze, and below the Black Flag Army that was gathered, he saw an acquaintance, it was the commander of the Wolf Killing Army who was frightened by himself that night, and he was so frightened that he retreated in a hurry, Barbarian Chuxiong.

What surprised Ling Zhi was not that he saw Man Chuxiong in the army, but that Man Chuxiong at this moment was not the commander of the Black Flag Army, but closely followed behind a burly young man with an extremely respectful attitude.

The burly young man looked about twenty-three or fourteen years old, and his face was ordinary, but at a rough glance, there was nothing conspicuous.

But when he swept it carefully, it gave people an unforgettable feeling, because his eyes were shining, and at first glance they were the kind of shrewd and abnormal people who could not be easily provoked.

The distance between the two parties was extremely far, and Ling Zhi probed it out with his divine sense, but he didn't want to, just when his divine sense just fell on the young man's face, the other party seemed to have a sense, and his eyes swept towards this side. Although there was a distance of nearly a kilometer, and there were clouds and trees to obscure his vision, Ling Zhi still had a feeling of being seen through.

"Frost Wolf King?!"

For no reason, the name suddenly flashed in Ling Zhi's mind.

Before this, the most terrifying young man Ling Zhi had ever seen was the Eighth Prince, but compared to this person, Ling Zhi could keep that the Eighth Prince Zhan Qiankun would definitely not be this person's opponent.

"Where is Xuanyuan not ancient?"

At this time, in the vast sky, a domineering and high-pitched voice suddenly sounded, Ling Zhi "looked" clearly, and the person who spoke was the ordinary young man opposite.

Ling Zhi hurriedly turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Bugu, and found that after Xuanyuan Bugu heard this shout, his face changed sharply, and even his expression became a little unnatural.

"On the other side, is the Heavenly Frost Wolf King, the Overlord Prince?" After a few breaths, Xuanyuan Bugu calmed down and replied loudly to the opposite side.

His voice was also high-pitched and loud, sounding the same as talking to Man Chuxiong that night, but Ling Zhi seemed to hear a trace of jealousy and a lack of confidence in his voice.

"Prince, the Heavenly Frost Wolf King is the prince of the country?"

Ling Zhi had a sense of realization in his heart, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the crown prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, the battle firmament who had never seen him, only heard of his name.

According to legend, Zhan Cang is a natural martial idiot, except for martial arts, there is nothing else, and he is also the only person among the nine heavenly arrogances who can steadily suppress the Eight Emperors.

I don't know who is stronger and who is weaker with the Heavenly Frost Wolf King opposite?

"It seems that there is really no one in the Great Xia Dynasty, and he actually sent a rat like you over, what about the battle firmament? How long is he going to hide?" The voice of the Heavenly Frost Wolf King Ba Tianfan came again, and as Ling Zhi expected, the other party didn't even have the Eighth Prince Zhan Qiankun in his eyes, and directly mentioned the battle firmament.

Xuanyuan Bugu's face was a little ugly, everyone was the coach of both sides, but the other party was so faceless, and immediately said coldly: "To deal with you, Xuanyuan is enough alone, why bother my prince......"

"Bold!"

Without waiting for Xuanyuan Bugu to finish speaking, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded on the opposite side, and then, a streamer flashed, piercing the air, and shot directly towards the clouds and mist on this side.

At the beginning, everyone didn't think it was angry, thinking that the other party was bluffing, after all, the distance between the two sides was too far, and their side was a strong person in the Earth Martial Realm.

But when the streamer was about to approach the sky above everyone with a piercing sound of breaking the air, the crowd suddenly changed color in unison.

That's a sharp arrow!

It's an ordinary arrow, but the coercion it brings is like a mountain.

Obviously, it was only aimed at Xuanyuan Bugu alone, but when the clouds and mist closed, everyone had a terrible feeling, and it was even extremely difficult to breathe, as if the arrow was aimed at everyone's heart, but anyone who dared to move a little finger would be immediately stabbed to pieces by the arrow.

In fact, it may not be an illusion, but this arrow with infinite power, the killing power of *, does envelop everyone in it.

Xuanyuan Bugu's face changed drastically, and his bulging eyes almost fell to the ground. Originally, he thought that even if he was not as good as the Heavenly Frost Wolf King opposite, but as one of the Nine Heavenly Pride, even if he was bad, he was not much worse.

But now he knew he was wrong.

Not only wrong, but outrageously wrong.

The other party was just an arrow that was sent casually, not only crossing a distance of thousands of meters, but also locking his own space with a domineering killing force.

The most terrifying thing is that in this case, he can't launch a counterattack first, because as long as he moves, the arrows will all come at him alone.

What made him even more sad was that he was sure to resist this arrow with his strength, but he was not sure to retreat under this arrow.

The sound of breaking the sky became more and more intense.

The murderous aura covering everyone's heads became heavier and colder, and Xuanyuan Bugu's face became more and more pale.

"No!"

Xuanyuan Bugu roared, a long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and he aimed it in front of him and picked it out fiercely, but at the same moment when he took out the sword, the ghost suddenly looked at Ling Zhi.

At this moment, Ling Zhi saw a pair of extremely complicated eyes, frightened, ashamed, and desperate...... Naizi, a faint sadness......

Ling Zhi couldn't say what it was like, but there was a surge of blood in his heart.

Yes, Xuanyuan Bugu has a life-and-death enmity with him, and he can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood day and night, but even if he wants to kill the other party, it is not in this way, and he doesn't need to fake the hands of others.

The hesitant and hesitant mood was almost fleeting, Ling Zhi's figure flashed immediately, one arm stabbed out like a thunderbolt, and his five fingers were bluffed, steadily grabbing the flying arrow.

ps: It's finally in time, the second chapter is sent, good night everyone!