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Some people are drunk and draw their swords to pierce the big red lantern in front of the house, some people lie down on the bridge, and there are many thoughts, the swallow thistle is such a prosperous and illusory capital, everyone wants to be nostalgic for this place, and does not want to go anywhere else.

Hou Xue missed the abundant grassland of Sufu more and more.

He was not a man who was satisfied with longing, so he hung the Wear of the Underworld around his waist and draped it in jet-black armor. The clasp of the armor hangs from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen, and although it is a light armor style, it is twice as thick as heavy armor. The inside of the armor is covered with steel rings in the shape of chain mail, which are tempered from stainless steel, but the appearance is simple and gives people a very ordinary feeling.

The sea-blue horse with the eyes was his mount, a pure sea-blue horse.

Hou Xue put the silver spear on his back, tightened the reins, and rode away with a long shout.

The moon was still full when he set out.

A person will always think that something is familiar, that is, he has been thinking about it for a long time, and if he asks him what it is, he will also say, "I don't know." But it still felt familiar.

There was a glimmer of light in the sky, and Hou Xue was galloping at the border of Zhucheng, looking at the blurred image of Zhucheng in the dark night, just like the towers of Sufu Tower. He suddenly remembered that he and Chi were galloping on the prairie, and the young man shouted, and the horses flew together on all fours, and the blades of grass under the hooves trampled on the fragrance. The wind was howling, and the sky turned fiery red, and he could see the sunrise over the Great Eastern Gobi. Many times, Hou Xue would travel thousands of miles to the eastern part of the Sufu Grassland, just to watch the round of bewitching and fiery scorching sun slowly rise in the barbarian territory.

Hou Shelema hills, standing here quietly, waiting for the sun to rise slowly.

The city that most resembles the hometown makes people feel so good.

When the bright golden sun illuminated the grassland, Hou Xue frowned. Hundreds of black horses galloped forward, and the warriors on the horses looked like torches, carrying bows and crossbows, and the wind and sand rolled up by men and horses blew all over the grassland.

Who are these people?

Hou Xue went down the hill and rode a horse to meet him.

"Look. ”

"He also wants to resist us. The 100,000 cavalry in Zhucheng can't stop us from half a step, how can he?" These people's eyesight was extraordinary, and they soon saw the silver spear on Hou Xue's back, so the arrow in his hand that had just been put on the string retreated.

"Isn't it the Herald of the Underworld?"

"The one he wears around his waist is also the Immortal Wear. "Everyone in this group of mysterious centaurs has a sinking face, if Xuantian is still here, the last thing they want is to make a move on the Immortal Warrior. Even if Xuan Tian was gone, his angry face was still as deep as being seared into their hearts.

They slowly approached, and their doubts became heavier, why wasn't the person who came Tianxiang?

Who else is worthy of this bloodthirsty silver spear besides Tianxiang? Who else is called the Lord of the Heavens, open and boundless?

"Stop. The leader stretched out his hand to stop it, but saw that Hou Xue was riding faster and faster, and the gun was also taken off his back, he hurriedly drew his bow and crossbow, but Hou Xue threw the gun out like lightning!

The cold light passed.

The warrior dismounted, and the silver spear pierced his chest.

The hundred-mounted warrior drew his bow and arrows, revealing his strong arms, which were tattooed with the wings of an eagle. Several arrows were shot, each arrow was towards the vital point, Hou Xue was secretly surprised in his heart, dismounted sideways, all the arrows missed, and he immediately turned over and got on the horse.

"Whoosh!" an arrow struck him in the heart.

Unexpectedly, the Xuanying still abided by the lessons of the previous pioneer, and as soon as they set up arrows, there were always the same number of Xuanying warriors waiting as the other party, and the two rounds of arrows were fired alternately, forming a never-ending firepower. This time there was only one enemy, so only one arrow was left for him, and one arrow was enough to kill him.

Hou Xue suddenly shouted! He flew by, and with a twist he pulled out the silver spear from the corpse and came to the front of the army.

"Please stop, we have another purpose for breaking through the cities, not to send death, nor to kill!" The Hundred Riders Eagle Warrior looked at him face to face.

Hou Xue just stopped the horse. But the hand was still holding the reins, and the horse would pounce at the first moment.

The Xuanying warrior said, "You are not Tianxiang. We all know that the Herald of the Underworld is a gray-haired old man. ”

Hou Xue said loudly: "If you have something to say, say it quickly!"

The Xuanying Warrior said, "We should have discussed with Tianxiang, but since he is willing to hand over the position of Cang Ying to you, you must also know." We are the Eagle Warriors, and we have come to take a promise made by a man many years ago. He shook his head suddenly, "No, no, that's not a promise anymore, we have been waiting for five years at first, but it has been a full eleven years now, and the leader promised by the public riding moon has not yet appeared." So we have to ask Tianxiang how much we know, if the person we waited for stupidly is dead!"

The warriors who once dominated the world all had anxious, puzzled faces, they were much older, and many of them had white hair mixed with white threads.

In Flying Fox City, he went back and forth with various ruined cities, while evading the assassination of various forces in Qingzhou, while trying to find a way to find the news of the confinement heirs of the public passengers. They finally saw hope, but Tianxiang was gone.

Hou Xue said: "You are here to pick me up!"

The warriors were surprised at first, but they looked at it carefully and exclaimed, "Bloody Eye, you are from the Gongcheng clan, but you are a half-blood. ”

Hou Xue said: "Then the order is still valid, and you should still be loyal to me." ”

The Xuanying warriors shouted: "With you, a hairy boy, you still want to command the Xuanying Warrior Regiment? Besides, you have inherited the position of the pioneer of the Heavens, how can you inherit two pioneers at the same time." ”

Hou Xue shouted: "Then you should die!"

This sentence has a lot of meaning.

Obviously, the Eagle Warriors broke through the defenses of the Wanghai Nation only to find their leader, and now that the Wanghai Clan has regarded them as invaders, there is every reason to besiege them. It is easy to enter the cities, but the cities must be prepared, and it is difficult to get out. And if they don't recognize Hou Xue, do they continue to wander around, living a life of fear day and night, like wild dogs?

No!

Hou Xue's voice was heavier than six years ago, fading its hoarse timbre. He sneered and said, "Well, did the pioneers stipulate that they could not inherit two pioneers?"

No.

There was no such rule, and the pioneer samurai were at a loss for answers.

I don't know who led the shouting: "The iron-winged eagle will surely tear the enemy's will to pieces!" These people roared on the grassland, like a beast devouring heaven and earth ushered in a new life, and many birds and beasts were frightened. The warriors are like the most ferocious predators on the prairie, like all the eagles in Qingzhou, after eleven years of tempering, they finally came to the time of moulting.

They presented the Xuanying pendant, the cyan keel hard pendant: the top of Qingzhou, brave through the sky, violent bones and gravel, like frost in the morning. The Iron Winged Eagle will crush the will of the enemy.

Hou Xue touched this piece of Xuanying Evidence, it was something completely different from the evidence of the Underworld, cold and dark...... It was as if the previous pioneer had injected his soul into it, what kind of powerful soul was that?

Legend has it that when a person with an extremely strong will dies, a part of his soul will be attached to the most commonly used objects around him. There is a forging process in Surabaya called "soul extraction", which is to give the soul of the owner of the weapon to the weapon. Depending on the nature of the soul, those objects will become different. A brave barbarian warrior is invincible if he attaches to a battle axe, and a demon who is good at ambush is attached to a dagger, which is pushed to the point by an invisible force, but no one wants to sell his soul.

These attached souls are poor people, who will never be reincarnated, and will spend their lives struggling and howling on those instruments like evil spirits.