The spring day outside the plug is a little cooler than the south of the Yangtze River, a little less restless than the Central Plains, and it is tranquil and lovely. Therefore, Xiao Yu and Qin Mumian chose to travel together at this time, most of the time, the two of them were confirming each other's cultivation, as well as discussing their faint hope of stepping into the realm of leisure.

However, no one is interested in the whereabouts of the Northwest King for the time being, because at this time, everyone's eyes are focused on the blue jade tent stationed on the front line of the Houjian Daliu River.

The head hanging from the door of the blue jade tent had not yet dried, and the expression on it was lifelike.

In the early morning, several men dressed in grassland costumes came to the gate and stopped to stare for a long time.

These people are wearing scimitars at their waists, with gold as the handle and Zhu Yu as the decoration, which is extremely luxurious. After verifying their identity, the group passed through the gate and entered the camp.

A middle-aged man at the head looked at the largest tent not far away, his eyes cold.

Behind him was an old man, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, and the only one who had never worn a sword, holding a strange wooden staff with tangled branches.

The rest of the steppe warriors faintly surrounded the old man in the middle.

The middle-aged man who walked in front slowed down slightly, walked side by side with the old man, squinted at the big tent of the Chinese army, and said in a low voice: "Success or failure is in this move." ”

The old man with an old face didn't look at the big tent, but just clenched the wooden staff in his hand and said in the official dialect of the Central Plains, which sounded extremely awkward: "Whether we succeed or fail, we will all die here, and the wrath of the king of the northwest afterwards is also unbearable for the general." ”

The middle-aged man's face was calm, "We have already died four Taiji, they were originally eagles on the grassland, they did not die in the hands of the enemy, but died in the hands of their own people, we have to avenge them, and the general and Dataiji also support us." ”

The old man didn't say anything more, just sighed deeply.

The middle-aged man sneered: "As for the king of the northwest, he originally relied on the power of our grassland to ascend to the throne, but now he let us fend for ourselves on the grassland, in the Central Plains dialect, this is called crossing the river and demolishing the bridge." Do we need to take care of such a king? He is not worthy to rule the steppe!"

The old man is one of the few remaining masters of the Prairie Witch Sect, and he is very good at cultivation, but he doesn't know much about these twists and turns of competing for power, but he is also very self-aware and never touches the muddy waters of the royal court, so whether it is the Red Lady or the later Prairie Ancestor out of the mountain, he is safe and sound. This time, it was because of kindness, so I was really invited out of the mountain. The old man knew that he was probably in the situation of nine deaths and one life this time, so he also saw a lot of things, and just said: "I don't know how the prince is, but I know that even the general doesn't dare to say these words." ”

The middle-aged man pressed the scimitar on his waist and said gloomily: "After all, the general's strength is still very weak and cannot compete with the Northwest King. ”

At this time, in the big tent, Lan Yu had already gotten up, not wearing the armor of the Grand Governor, but wearing a blue robe as usual, sitting on an ordinary wooden chair, sipping tea while carefully reading the scroll in his hand.

Lan Yu's expression was very focused, all his attention was focused on the scroll in his hand, he had always called himself a scholar, but not to mention Jinshi and the first, even if he was poor and sour, he didn't have half of his fame. Doing the things of the prime minister and the country with a cloth cloth is a true portrayal of blue jade. In the northwest, Lan Yu has really achieved the four words of entering and exiting.

Lan Yu suddenly put down the scroll in his hand and looked up at the tent.

The next moment, a herald lieutenant walked into the big tent, knelt down on one knee and said, "Governor Qiyu, Grassland Taiji Lin Xiao asks to see." ”

Lan Yu groaned slightly, and then said, "Let him in." ”

Lin Xiao walked into the big tent of the Chinese army alone, pressed his right hand on his chest, bent down and saluted: "Lin Xiao has seen the Grand Governor. ”

Lan Yu asked, "What happened to Lin Taiji?"

Lin Xiao straightened up and said, "I'm here for one thing." ”

"Borrow the head of the Metropolitan Governor!"

Before the words fell, Lin Xiao had already pulled out his sword from the sheath with a loud bang, and the knife turned into a silver dragon like a streamer, instantly slashing several surrounding guards into a rain of blood.

Lan Yu's face was calm, and he just stretched out a finger as he let this matchless sword qi slash towards his body.

An invisible sword appeared in front of Lan Yu.

Swords intersect.

The blue jade was still as steady as Mount Tai, but Lin Xiao suddenly flew backwards.

Whether it is a sudden attack or a careful layout, in the end, it is still necessary to rely on their respective strengths to speak. It is difficult to say clearly, because Lan Yu has not made a move in front of outsiders for a long time, and it is possible that she has quietly reached the top of the realm of heaven and man, or she may still be standing still.

In the current situation, the latter is more likely.

Lin Xiao was repelled by Lan Yu's move, and without speaking, the grassland warriors outside the big tent had already split the felt carpet and broke in, and in an instant, countless sword qi staggered and diffused, cutting the entire Chinese army's big tent to pieces.

Fragments of the tent scattered in all directions.

If Lan Yu was only in the frost realm, he would have been injured under the chaotic knife.

But the next scene made Lin Xiao's pupils shrink suddenly, and he saw Lan Yu, who looked like a scholar, walking out slowly unharmed, holding the scroll he had just read in his left hand, and holding it in his right hand, as if holding an invisible sword.

Lan Yu walked leisurely, holding a sword.

On the spot, the heads of the two steppe warriors exploded directly, and the scimitars in their hands didn't even have time to chop off, and they had already turned into headless corpses and fell forward, blood splattered.

Lan Yu then quickened his pace, his body was like a wisp of fresh wind, and there was sword qi hidden in the wind.

Two more steppe warriors staggered a few steps and fell to the ground dead, pierced in the heart with a sword.

The rest of the steppe warriors looked at each other, and then rushed up in unison.

Lan Yu just flicked his fingers lightly.

The invisible sword in his hand turned into a chaotic invisible sword qi.

Instantly swept inside and outside the tent.

None of these steppe warriors were missed, and all of them were pierced through their hearts, and their corpses were everywhere.

Lan Yu took a shot of his hand, took the long sword that was originally placed on the table into his hand, and then slowly pulled out the long sword.

The famous sword sets the storm.

Many years ago, in the era when Shangguan Immortal Dust was dormant, the Sect Purple Dust was hidden, and the Mu Guan could not be seen, Fu Chen, who was the master of Tianji Pavilion at the time, overwhelmed Xiao Lie, and was almost the strongest person in the world.

He only has one descendant disciple, Lan Yu.

Xiao Yu, who is now the king of the northwest, Gongsun Zhongmou, a disciple of Shangguan Xianchen, Qiu Ye, a disciple of Zichen, and Qin Mumian, the descendant of the Houjian Demon Sect before Wanyan Beiyue, these people are on the second list of heavenly machines together with Lan Yu.

Now that these people have stepped into the realm of heaven and man, how can Lan Yu stop moving?

Lin Xiao's face sank like water, and he clenched the scimitar in his hand.

The next moment, Lin Xiao suddenly let go of his body, and the old man of the grassland material, who had been staying outside the tent, raised the wooden staff in his hand and chanted a series of strange syllables.

There was a lot of wind and sand outside, and at this moment, in the land of three zhang where Lan Yu was, the wind was howling, and a land tornado was rising on the flat ground.

Within three zhang, the tornado was raging, and the wind and sand were like knives.

Outside the three zhang, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the world is clear.

One inside and one outside, is the separation between heaven and man.

At this moment, I didn't see the figure of Lan Yu, but saw a long dragon composed of rolling wind and sand breaking through the canopy of the big tent and rising to the sky.

The old man's face outside the big tent began to age rapidly, and his face, which was originally furrowed and horizontal, was only skin and bones in a short moment.

Lin Xiao let out a long roar, and the scimitar in his hand bloomed with dazzling light, and all the gems originally inlaid on the knife body turned into powder and scattered with the wind.

But he didn't rush the knife.

He's waiting.

He was waiting for the moment when the wind and sand cleared.

After a few breaths, the old man outside the tent ran out of oil and the lamp dried up, slipped the wooden staff in his hand, and sat on the ground and died.

The wind and sand in the tent dissipated.

At this time, there was already a large group of armor soldiers rushing towards this side.

Lin Xiao let out a loud shout, and the scimitar in his hand fell.

The power of a sword does not suppress the sword of the third sword slave of the year.

I saw that the sword was majestic like the heavy snow in the cold winter season of the grassland, wanton and majestic, covering the grassland, and the sky and the earth were white, so that people had nowhere to hide.

But Lan Yu didn't plan to hide.

This majestic sword, when it was still three feet away from the blue jade, could no longer advance an inch.

A long sword stood in its way.

One of the forty-eight divine swords of Confucianism.

Lan Yu, who was unharmed, said calmly: "You overestimate yourself a little, and you also underestimate Bendu. ”

After swinging the strongest knife in his life, Lin Xiao seemed to have been drained of all his spirit, and after this knife returned in vain, he already showed despair.

With a thud, the scimitar fell to the ground.

Lin Xiao died of anger.