Fifty miles away, so far that the infantry would not be trampled under the horse if they couldn't run at all, when passing by Zhao Zhiyi, Yan Shaohai recognized the head in his hand at a glance, Yan Shaohai was stunned at first, and then nodded to the swordsman in front of him, did not speak, and led the troops away.

Yan Rongrong was left behind and led more than 100 cavalry to clean up the battlefield to see if there were any missing stragglers.

Yan Rongrong came to the white-clothed swordsman, turned over and dismounted, the armor on her body was already stained with a lot of blood, and she thought that she was also at the forefront just now.

"This hero, under Yan Rongrong, may I ask the hero's surname?" Yan Rongrong hugged his fists, quite a heroic feeling.

Zhao Zhiyi touched his nose, his expression was strange, he was called a hero for the first time in his life, and he was a little uncomfortable, but he still hugged his fists and saluted: "Under Zhao Zhiyi." ”

"Oh, Zhao Yingying, disrespectful, thank you for today's events."

Zhao Zhiyi smiled helplessly, thinking to himself why this little girl spoke so roughly, the woman really learned to arrange flowers and was better for women, and those who danced with knives and guns all day long would eventually lose their feminine beauty.

After the politeness, Yan Rongrong led people to continue to clean up the battlefield, Zhao Zhiyi was a little tired, found a place to sit down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to adjust his internal breath.

The swordsmanship he used is called the thirteen styles of the swordsmanship, the first twelve styles of the swordsmanship are mediocre, and the mystery lies in the thirteenth style, this style is called grass mustard, grass mustard, cheap and insignificant, this trick comes out, human life is like grass mustard.

Cao Kei is not a sword style, but a must-kill style condensed by the murderous energy accumulated in the first twelve moves, sealing the indomitable momentum in the scabbard, without drawing the sword and gasifying the sword, everything caused by the sword qi is turned into Yin powder.

Zhao Zhiyi has been killing people all the time since he first entered the enemy group, in order to accumulate murderous energy, and finally at the end of the twelfth style, he has accumulated a monstrous murderous energy, and the momentum has reached its peak at this time.

Every inch of murderous energy that the sword enters the sheath will increase by one point, and the resistance will be greater by one point, and when the three-foot long sword is all in the sheath, the murderous energy that enters the sheath and then comes out of the sheath will turn into a sword aura that shatters everything.

After nearly a quarter of an hour of conditioning, Zhao Zhiyi's qi in his body, which had been drained by the "grass mustard", recovered a little, and then he stood up and began to look around.

"Hero, you are so heroic!"

At some point, a young man less than twenty years old appeared, dressed strangely, with a spatula in his hand and a large cauldron on his back.

Zhao Zhiyi frowned, this person's appearance was a little abrupt.

"Oh, my name is Aji, you were so powerful just now, so many Northern Commandos couldn't stop you. In my opinion, you are even more powerful than our General Yan! ”

"And our Miss Yan, although she can also fight, but she can't compare with you......"

The young man named Aji was very familiar with him, and he talked endlessly, when a fat man came over next to him and mentioned Aji, who was still talking.

"You kid, say that you are afraid of death, you can sneak to the battlefield if you burn a fire, say that you are not afraid of death, you are trembling with a knife, hurry up and go back with me, you are busy and crazy over there."

"Oh, how many times have I said it, I was shaking with a knife because of excitement!"

"Don't brag, whoever goes to the battlefield always bears the blame, let's go quickly." The fat chef couldn't help but say that he carried Aji into the distance......

Yan Rongrong, who was cleaning the battlefield at this time, became more and more frightened the more he looked at it. She has been on the battlefield for many years, and she can see at a glance that many of the corpses left in the battlefield are killed with one hit, before she only knew that the white-clothed swordsman not far away was strong in martial arts, but when she really saw these corpses with her own eyes, she knew how terrifying his strength was.

From the front of the formation to the back of the formation, this distance is at least 100 meters, and this 100-meter distance, that person actually killed all the way over, the most shocking thing for Yan Rongrong is the ten steps in front of the Beitu camp, even if she did not see the scene with her own eyes, but the vertical and horizontal ravines on the ground and the shattered iron armor all over the ground are enough to explain some problems.

Counting all the way, in this short 100 meters, he killed more than 100 people?

One against a hundred!

When Yan Rongrong thought of this word, he couldn't help blushing, and when he looked at the white-clothed swordsman who had already stood up in the distance, Yan Rongrong, who was dressed in iron armor and wrapped in red, had a different look in his eyes, which had never appeared in her life for more than 20 years.

After dealing with the battlefield, Yan Rongrong came to the white-clothed swordsman and asked, "How many people have you killed?" ”

"Hundreds, I didn't count." Zhao Zhiyi replied casually.

"Oh." Yan Rongrong, who received the reply, bowed his head and walked away, leaving a swordsman with an inexplicable face muttering to himself: "What's the situation?" ”

Zhao Zhiyi stretched his waist, this last move is really a bit too terrifying, it is better not to release it easily in the future, with this thought, he whistled, and then, a white horse ran over from a distance, and rubbed his head against him after coming to him.

"You're so clever, you didn't shoot so many arrows just now?"

Zhao Zhiyi laughed and scolded, while taking out a handful of buckwheat from the pocket on the horse's back, and then put it in the palm of his hand to feed it to the spiritual white horse in front of him.

The white horse snorted after eating and drinking, Zhao Zhiyi knew that it was full, so he turned over and got on the horse, Yan Rongrong, who had been observing the movement not far away, saw the man in white turn over and get on the horse, and was a little anxious, wanting to keep this person. But for a while, I couldn't think of any good reason.

At this moment, Yan Shaohai had just returned from the north with an army of 20,000, and he saw Zhao Zhiyi who was already standing on his horse, and hurriedly urged the horse whip to speed up his pace.

When he got closer, Yan Shaohai hugged his fists, "This brother, dare to ask for your surname, Yan has thanked you here." ”

Zhao Zhiyi smiled slightly, and said politely: "Under Zhao Zhiyi, General Yan doesn't have to be polite, I have long heard that General Yan can fight well, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation." ”

"It's been awarded, thanks to Brother Zhao today, I don't know where Brother Zhao is going?"

"Chijin Guard."

Yan Shaohai was overjoyed when he heard this, and opened his mouth to stay: "It's too coincidental, we also have to go to Chijinwei, it's getting late today, why don't you fix it tonight, you and I have a drink together, and how about setting off together tomorrow?" ”

Zhao Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Very good!" ”

"Hahaha, Brother Zhao, please!"

"Brother Yan, please!"

The two walked side by side as if they were close friends, and walked towards the city of Xishan, while Yan Rongrong, who was not far away, stood in place.

Xishan Xingdu Division, located in the choke point between Chijinwei and Liangzhou Wei, north of the Great Wall, south of the Qilian Mountains, although there are only 2,000 troops stationed in the city, but relying on the Great Wall, it is a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If it weren't for the loss of the Chijin Guard, which caused the 30,000 Northern Turkistan army to come from the northwest, it would be impossible for the Western Shaanxi Xingdu Division to be besieged.

Because the Western Shaanxi Xingdu Division is located on the northwest military artery, in addition to the dynasty army, most of the remaining people are high-roller rangers, and most of them come to defect to the northern Xinjiang troops, trying to establish a great achievement through the sword in their hands.

This idea is not whimsical, if there is only one place in the dynasty that can be promoted completely by strength, it must be the army of northern Xinjiang, after all, the Zhenyuan general Yan Jun, who is now guarding northern Xinjiang, was originally a heroic man of the rivers and lakes, and defected to the dynasty army in less than twenty, starting from a small soldier and killing all the way to the general.