A few people kindly saw the scene just now.

The horse that rushed forward was nothing more than touching the blue light of the kid, and the horse was split in an instant.

The people in front didn't dare to move, and those in the back who didn't see them stopped rushing forward even though they were curious about what was going on.

The soldier stare at the blue light in the distance with his spear in hand.

Because the crossbowmen had to choose a place with an open field of vision, they all saw the treacherous scene just now, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Because everyone can see that all this is useless.

The dead silence of the originally noisy battlefield.

The group of people who stood on the side and watched the excitement was also a little interested.

The thin monkey man with the double knife was a little curious: "Wait a minute, what happened, why didn't I understand, why did I stop?",

Junyi Gongzi didn't have such a problem, and laughed softly: "Don't you see it yet, that person is no longer at the same level as us, I think it's better for us not to meddle in today's affairs, so as not to have some indifferent losses, and it will be difficult to explain at all when you go back." “

The turban man smiled: "Don't worry, we won't make a move." ”

Hearing this, the thin monkey man with two knives was dumbfounded: "What the hell? We ran so far to follow this guy here, just to watch a play?"

Xiao Hao said helplessly: "If you want to go up, you can do it, go now, anyway, these horsemen have stopped, enough place for you to stand." ”

The thin monkey man with the double knife glared at Xiao Hao fiercely.

This guy's implication is nothing more than that he is a coward, so he just talks about it.

But also, knowing that guy can gain a foothold in the tidal wave of cavalry, it is very indicative of what level of strength he is.

At least it was impossible for him to face the influx of horsemen so calmly.

What's more, this is still known as Jia Yueyang's personal guard of the Son of Heaven, but not everyone can be like Yang Yi.

Of course, who can follow an author like Yang Yi's ass for fear that this guy will die and be wronged.

Therefore, it seems to be unintentional but it is actually intentional, but whenever you really see this scene, almost everyone retreats.

Yang Yi, no wonder he was able to set off a storm in Huaiyang City and even come out alive in the end, without any strength, he really didn't dare to make a mistake at the door of Yueyang's house.

Every time Yang Yi took such a small step forward, it was like a hammer beating in the heart for everyone present.

But there is no way for everyone to take this person.

The young man on the side of the general restrained his original cynicism, and only at this moment did he really regard Yang Yi as an opponent.

Yes, until this time, this young man who seemed to be a weak scholar really regarded Yang Yi as a real opponent.

The young man smiled: "I can still live under the horses of tens of thousands of horsemen, yes, I can be my opponent." ”

After saying that, his right foot moved forward slightly, and he was about to pull out the long sword at his waist, but he was blocked by the general on his side with an outstretched arm.

The boy was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The general said softly: "You can't go, this person has gone beyond the scope of what we can understand, if you make a rash move, the end is not something that I, a little general, can bear, you die, and we are the ones who suffer." ”

The young man frowned: "Then what should I do, is it possible to let this person enter Ping'an City? At that time, it is not that you can afford the punishment of the people above, and even trumped-up crimes may be imposed on you, oh no, or you are more accurate." ”

The general was unmoved, glanced at the battlefield that seemed to be overwhelming, and said softly: "There is no way, it depends on whether the person is willing to come out to mediate this matter, but it is just ......"

The young man clenched the hilt of the long sword at his waist and sneered: "I didn't expect that the dignified Yueyang was about to be defeated in the imperial city, and I had to take care of this and that, is it that if someone really puts a knife on the head of His Majesty the Emperor in the future, I finally think that there is a great power to sit in Ping'an City......?"

The general interrupted: "It's okay, what we can do now is to reduce casualties, as for what the outcome is, we don't care, that's all the things that those powerful people think about." ”

The young man sat on the boulder with his buttocks, looking at Yang Yi who was still slowly moving forward with a huff, and the faint light around his body seemed to be an immortal descending to earth, but this should not be a great magical power that an ordinary man can grasp at all.

Did something go wrong?

Of course, it is also possible that the people on the mountain really can't stand it and come from Yueyang, if this is really the case, then if this matter can be solved, it may really be only Qin Guan, the guardian of Ping'an City.

The gate of Ping'an City is close at hand.

In Yang Yi's eyes, only a gate composed of countless white lights stood in front of him, and countless statues stood on both sides, all of them glaring angrily, their mouths slightly open, but there seemed to be countless words coming out of it.

Yang Yi could vaguely feel what was going on around him, but it was very quiet, and this contradictory feeling made Yang Yi feel a nameless sullen feeling lingering in his heart at this time.

However, Yang Yi didn't think too much, and there was only a faint residual consciousness in his blank mind that kept reminding Yang Yi.

Forward, keep going, don't stand up.

In fact, Yang Yi did the same, his body seemed to be controlled by others, and Yang Yi finally vaguely found that it seemed that he could continue to maintain a forward posture even if he didn't have to deliberately control his body with his consciousness.

opened his eyes slightly, looked up at the top of the white light gate, there seemed to be an extremely dazzling black dot dotted on it, squinting his eyes, but Yang Yi was just a mortal with the naked eye who couldn't see anything.

I had to give up.

Yang Yi looked around, and among the many angry eyes, he actually found a few unusual places.

One of them, with his hands behind his back, smiled lightly on his cheeks, although it was a snow-white statue, he could feel a trace of kindness from it, and this person, Yang Yi had not seen before.

It is the guardian of Huaiyang City, Huang Gongwang.

At this moment, Huang Gongwang is more like an amiable villager woodcutter, who can be seen on the side of the road, but he is such a person, and he is one of the strongest three people in the whole world.

On its side, there is a woman, her long hair fluttering, and her Danfeng eyes show that her entire cheeks reveal a heroic spirit, especially with a delicate long sword in her hand, which has complex lines but is like a murmuring water in the mountains.

The center of the eyebrows is a little vermilion, and between the eyes is full of Songhai Sangtian.

Left.

A man with two long knives hanging from his waist is Fan Zhimao, who Yang Yi met in Huaiyang City, who claimed that he was tired of swordsmanship, and behind him were people from many families in Huaiyang City with different expressions, but their expressions were different, and these people were all resentful like the public.

A man with a broken sword.

A rough man with a big Luo frame on his back.

An old man with a kind face, Yang Tao.

......

What the hell are these things?

Yang Yi found that these people seemed to have seen them all.

In other words, since Yang Yi knew that the world was promoted by an author hiding behind the scenes, all the people he has met to the present are displayed here one by one.

Now.

The road to the gate of Ping'an City seems to have directly become a horse road that encompasses the entire world's powerhouses.

The majesty is towering, and it is breathless.

When Yang Yi crossed the last statue, he suddenly stopped, his blurry eyes opened as much as possible, and when he looked up, the white light gate was only one step away from him.

However, it was only this step, and Yang Yi never really stepped out.

Yang Yi suddenly smiled.

From the first laughter to the last hilarious laughter, the layers progressed, breaking the tranquility of the whole world.

Everyone is curious, could this guy be crazy, wasn't he kicked in the head by a horse just now, and now the side effects are showing up?

The general narrowed his eyes, this person is only one step away from the gate of Ping'an City, if this step goes out, no matter what Yue Yang thinks, Qin Guan, the protector of Ping'an City, will inevitably appear here, and at that time, the problem will be a bit big.

Once things developed to the point he imagined, it would not be as simple as a simple foreign invasion.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, which is the unchanging truth from ancient times to the present.

How could it be possible for a small Ping'an City to accommodate the top three great masters in the world and coexist with a super dynasty that was the only unified in the world in Kyushu?

If Qin Guan, as the protector of the city, really appeared on the city, the little spark on the temple of the Yueyang Dynasty would inevitably be completely ignited.