A sword is coming north!

Just when Luo Huqi said to Xi Liyang and Converse that someone was rushing towards this side from the foot of the mountain, a long sword with a whistling sound cut through the deep silence of the night, like a lightning bolt shooting towards the commander's tent where Xi Liyang and the three of them were staying.

Looking at the sword light that flashed in the night sky, Luo Huqi only had time to exclaim, and before he could make any moves, the long sword that came from nowhere and was going to go disappeared from Luo Huqi's sight.

The long sword did not disappear, but at a strange angle, it passed through a wooden stake in front of the commander's tent with a bright light, as if the palm of his hand was cutting across the water, as if the wind was blowing through the reeds, and the stake as thick as a forearm under the stake broke in response to the light, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

On top of the stake is a three-foot high flag, and the flag is hung high, because the cloth used to make the flag is made of fine silk, although it is light, but it is large, so the breeze at the foot of the mountain is only a foot that gently lifts the flag.

As the wind blows, the flag keeps flapping against the flagpole.

However, as the flagpole of the Xiaozi Banner was broken by the long sword, when the flag without the support of the tree trunk fell quickly, the flag that had a great reputation in Mangguo finally fluttered, but it was only for a short time, but it smashed into the tent where Xi Liyang and the three of them were in between three or four breaths.

The tent did not collapse, but shook a little, and then the flag fell to the ground with the flagpole, covered with dust.

This is just the beginning.

At the moment when the flag fell to the ground, the sword light that had disappeared circled the commander's tent like an eye.

Immediately after the tent seemed to be gently cut through a thin cloth by a pair of scissors, the dome on the top of the tent suddenly lost its support and fell, and the originally sturdy commander's tent suddenly sank, and the umbrella-shaped tent dome fell down with some bamboo poles and other supports.

The candles went out, revealing endless darkness above the dome of the tent, and in the dark distance there was a bright moon hidden by dark clouds, as if I couldn't bear to watch what happened next.

The sword hovered in the air, like a goshawk looking for prey.

At this time, Guo Shihao had come to the open space outside the tent, looking at the broken flag, Guo Shihao showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

A person is in the midst of thousands of troops, smiling proudly.

What a heroic.

Guo Shihao knows what he is doing.

The flag is the soul of an army, and it is also the belief of soldiers.

There are many people who want to plant flags with their names in every corner of the continent.

Now the banner of the army led by Mo Xiao has fallen.

Because Guo Shihao is like removing this army.

He hasn't played against the Mang ** team for many years.

As a commander-in-chief, if there is no battlefield, there is undoubtedly loneliness.

Just like those war horses, only when they are in blood and fire may have the feeling of riding the world.

Looking away from the flag, Guo Shihao turned his head and looked around.

The flagpole smashed on the tent until it rolled to the ground, and although the sound was not loud, it was heard far away in the quiet barracks.

However, the entire Mangguo Iron Cavalry Barracks was still quiet.

It's kind of scary to be quiet.

Guo Shihao frowned slightly.

Then he looked up.

A knife was thrown at Guo Shihao - just when the long sword appeared, Luo Huqi, who was the first to be alert, had already pulled out the knife, the speed of the long sword was too fast, Luo Huqi said careful, he found that the flag was broken, the tent was broken, and the tent that fell on his body was lifted, Luo Huqi, who straightened up, looked at the middle-aged man standing outside the tent, and threw the scimitar in his hand without hesitation.

Guo Shihao was wearing soft armor, without a helmet on his head, his long hair was tied behind his head, and his eyes under the two sword eyebrows became brighter and brighter in the dark night.

Although he just stood quietly and didn't make any movements, Luo Huqi still recognized this person as Guo Shihao at a glance, although he hadn't seen Guo Shihao, but Luo Huqi knew that his feelings couldn't be wrong.

Not because of the clothes, not because of the face, but because of a certain momentum emanating from the man in front of him—a powerful arrogance derived from pride and self-confidence, with an indomitable momentum.

Watching the scimitar shoot in a circle in the air, a smile appeared on the corner of Guo Shihao's mouth, and when he raised his hand, he gently drew a circle on his chest, and then stretched out his index finger to point at Luo Huqi.

The summoned sword blocked Guo Shihao's front like a ghost, and then shot at the scimitar like an arrow off the string.

At the moment when the long sword and the scimitar touched, the momentum of the scimitar was paused, and then it slowly fell, withering as quickly as a flower.

And the long sword shot at Luo Huqi with undiminished momentum.

The sword aura was like a rainbow, and blood spilled into the night sky.

As the night spreads, the campfire grows smaller.

Luo Huqi's body shook slightly, looking down at a hollow in his chest, his eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness, and these emotions quickly turned into a bitter smile.

"Good sword. Luo Huqi, who looked up at Guo Shihao, said with a wry smile.

"Good to go. Out of some respect for the soldiers, Guo Shihao, who was looking directly at Luo Huqi, nodded slightly, like a conversation between acquaintances when they were separated, there was no care, only good to go.

At this point, yin and yang are separated.

Guo Shihao's figure was stretched very long in Luo Huqi's eyes, until it was blurred.

Just when Luo Huqi took the lead on his back, two figures appeared in front of Guo Shihao.

Xi Liyang has a sword in his hand, and Converse has a knife in his hand.

The two glanced at Luo Huqi, who was lying in a pool of blood, then looked at each other, and then looked at Guo Shihao at the same time.

No nonsense.

A sword and a knife rushed towards Guo Shihao.

Looking at the two people who rushed towards him, Guo Shihao's mind turned, his figure flashed, and the long sword returned to his hand.

It was an ordinary blue steel sword.

It's just that the one who holds the sword is very powerful.

Therefore, even two generals who have been fighting all year round are still a little weak when facing a Qi Sect master of the Fivefold Realm, after all, for cultivators, these worldly people are just ants.

What is an ant?

The people who can control their lives at will are ants.

So Xi Liyang didn't know that he was wrong until he died.

And it's ridiculously wrong.

This is life, in the eyes of many warriors of Mangguo, Xi Liyang may be very strong and powerful, but in the face of Guo Shihao, he is just a lamb to be slaughtered.

Because they are in a different environment, which directly leads to the result.

That's why so many people want to become monastics.

However, for many people, because of their physique, understanding or chance, etc., it has become a luxury to become a human being.

Extravagant hopes, like dreams, are far away, and many people may have closed their eyes forever before they are realized.

A drop of rain fell on Xi Liyang's face.

It was a little cool, and Xi Liyang, who felt that the energy in his body was slowly disappearing, smelled the pungent smell of blood, and he kept the last trace of shock to wake up, knowing that what fell on his face might not be rain, but blood.

Warm blood makes people feel even colder in times of despair.

To his death, Xi Liyang held the sword in his hand stiffly, although the original three-foot-long sword in his hand only had a hilt left.

Looking at Xi Liyang, whose body was slowly stiffening, a trace of confusion appeared in Converse's eyes, but this confusion was quickly replaced by pain - his hand holding the knife was lying in front of him bloody at the moment.

A bean-sized sweat came out of Converse's forehead, and Converse, whose body trembled, looked at Guo Shihao walking towards him, and his eyes were full of fear - not the fear of death, but the fear of unknown fate.

In the barracks of the Mangguo Iron Cavalry, there have been stories of the strong people in the world, such as those masters in Lingxiu Mountain, who have no head and tail, and the stories or legends of those masters have been talked about by people at the same time, but they have not changed their inner concepts, because they always feel that these things are very far away, so far away that they may only listen to stories and watch biographies for the rest of their lives, and reverie some kind of fragment.

So when the legendary sword qi appeared in front of him, Converse knew that everything was more serious than he imagined, not that he hadn't heard of the strength of those cultivators, such as a sword coming west to the sky and flying immortals, and Converse had been in contact with ordinary warriors since he followed Mo Li over the years, fighting blood and flesh, arrows and guns, he always thought that those cultivators were disdainful or would not attack ordinary warriors.

And now Guo Shihao not only made a move, but also rushed to kill the formation.

The most important thing is that Mo Li has not come back yet.

At this moment, Converse was not thinking about his own life and death, but about the entire battle situation.

"Why don't you kill me?" Converse, who was covering the wound on his right arm with his left hand, shook his head, looked at Guo Shihao who came to him, and asked with some hesitation, Converse knew that it was just a matter between Guo Shihao raising his hand to kill him, but Guo Shihao did not do it.

"Because of them. Looking at Converse, who did not wail and did not retreat, Guo Shihao turned his head to look at one place.

Around the commander's tent, I don't know when some figures appeared, and these figures gathered more and more, and they all looked like they were ready to attack with weapons in their hands.

"Use me to threaten them, and then let them sit and wait for death?" Looking at the Mangguo warriors with grief on their faces, Converse had a smile on his face when he looked at Guo Shihao again.

Guo Shihao was silent, noncommittal.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration from the ground under Guo Shihao's feet, followed by this vibration that became violent.

"Your army has arrived. Looking at Guo Shihao, Converse turned his head to look at the south after saying this, and there were many torches there, as if to light up the entire sky.

"Yes, the Phoenix Army has arrived. Guo Shihao repeated Converse's words, and then turned sideways to look south, and through the dense crowd in front of him, Guo Shihao seemed to see those kind faces.

At this moment, Converse suddenly bent down.

Converse, who picked up the scimitar on the ground with his left hand, rushed towards Guo Shihao.

In Converse's view, only the blood splashing abroad is his final destination.

At this time, there was a thunderclap in the depths of the sky, and the wind rose.

In the Mang** camp, there was a dark shadow watching all this quietly, and his long hair danced lightly in the wind.

"It's going to rain. Looking at Guo Shihao, who was surrounded by Mangguo's iron cavalry, the figure who had just come here raised his head and looked at the moonless night sky, and said with some sadness.