Just a little disturbance, the Tang army quickly restored its calm, the camp of the camp, the pile of the pile, the formation gradually formed, from the general to the soldiers, it was very clear that the reason why the coalition army of Daomen went out of the city was to cooperate with the defense, not that they had the courage to attack while the Tang army was not firmly established.

The Tang army is still confident, but its vigilance has not weakened a little, and detailed reports of military intelligence have been reported in Yangzhou City one after another, and the Xiling Temple has added a lot of priests to the coalition army, and the masters of the Tianshu Division in the Tang army still have formation divisions, and they may be able to offset the magic of this priest on the battlefield, but who can stop Hengmu Liren?

That young and legendary Xiling Grand Priest, the injury he suffered a few days ago has healed, and a super strong man of his level already has enough ability to decide the outcome of a war - if no one can stop him, he can completely sweep away the cultivators in the Tang army one by one with the cooperation of the Xiling Temple cavalry, as long as all the formation master runes are killed, and the temple cavalry covers and attacks, how can the Tang army be able to defeat him?

Now that the Tang army is pressing, those lords of the gate lords and the generals of the Southern Jin Dynasty on the city wall of Yangzhou are still so calm, and the marching array is also very organized, it is obvious that they also know very well that as long as Hengmu Liren is there, the coalition army will be invincible, and Yangzhou will never fall, so what else is there to worry about?

In front of the military tent in the Tang camp, dozens of horsemen were on the meadow looking at the direction of Yangzhou City, in fact, those generals were looking at Ning Que, and it seemed that the key to this war now was the victory or defeat between him and Hengmu.

No one believed that Ning Que could kill Yokoki Liren, although he was the thirteenth Mr. of the academy and had an unimaginably lofty status in the hearts of the Tang [***] people, but that person was Yokoki Liren, the son of Haotian.

People only hope that Ning Que can defeat, or even drag Hengmu Liren, and not let Hengmu affect the specific trend on the battlefield until the Tang Army's iron cavalry determines the victory.

Ning Que didn't seem to notice people's eyes, quietly looked at Yangzhou City, looked at the fields outside the city, the official roads between the fields, and the green trees on both sides of the road - or because Hengmu Liren didn't want to be affected by the sight of the view, the corpses of the Protestant believers and young people who were heartfelt to the Tang Dynasty executed in the Xiling Temple were not hung in this field, but because of the war and purge, how could the farmers be in the mood to farm, so the fields were abandoned.

There are no green seedlings in front of Yangzhou City, only wild grasses and wild flowers, it is late spring or early summer, Ning Que can't remember, looking at the flowers in the light smoke, feeling the prosperity of this wild surname, he suddenly remembered a sentence.

"Fireworks in March down Yangzhou. He whispered.

Song Qian and the others were too seriously injured by Hengmu Liren, no matter how much they took medicine, they couldn't stand up so quickly, and they were left in Qingxia to recuperate, and now it is said that the only disciple of the academy who followed Ning Que to the battlefield is Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi shook his head and said, "The flowering period is already May. ”

Ning Que remembered that when he left Chang'an City, it seemed that the snow was falling, and the time was inevitably going too fast, so he couldn't help but sigh a little and said, "How can you have the energy to remember these things." ”

Time is the most important thing, but he went north to the wasteland and came to Qinghe in the south, he had to kill a lot of people who were difficult to kill, and he had to do a lot of things that were difficult to decide, and those seemed to be really more important than time.

"Senior Brother Eleven, I'll take the first step. Ning Que said to Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi looked at him with some concern and said, "If it doesn't work, don't be strong." ”

Ning Que smiled, lifted the reins lightly, and the big black horse slowly lifted its hooves and stepped on the fertile field, bending the weeds and the wildflowers shattering all the way, heading towards Yangzhou City.

Riding to the city of Yangzhou, it attracted dozens of sparse feather arrows.

The big black horse looked at the enemies on the city wall, his expression was very meaningless, probably felt very boring, Ning Que did not avoid it, and looked at those arrows, landing on the field in front of him.

Someone looked at the black horse of the divine horse, looked at the man in the black courtyard uniform on the horseback, and finally remembered the rumored descriptions, and immediately panicked and shouted loudly.

"Ning Que!"

"Mr. Thirteen!"

"The academy is here!"

Recognizing Ning Que, the head of Yangzhou City suddenly shook, and there were figures shaking everywhere, and the sound of heavy shields moving almost deafened people's ears. Those red-clothed priests with proud expressions, their faces instantly turned extremely pale, waved their arms, and shouted sharply: "Quick report and god seat!"

Bai Haixin died before Qingxia a few years ago, and now the general who is the commander of the Southern Jin Dynasty is his brother-in-law Dong Wei, who is extremely calm and confident in front of his subordinates, Dong Wei, who has already hid behind the three-layer shield at this time, looking at the iron bow on Ning Que's shoulder under the city wall, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice trembled extremely strongly: "Mr. Thirteen, wait a minute! Lord Shenzuo will come soon!"

The whole world knows that Ning Que is powerful and terrifying, just as the Tang people are worried about the strength of Hengmu Liren, Ning Que's name also has some kind of terrifying deterrent effect for the enemies of the Tang Kingdom, and now fortunately, the iron bow rests quietly on his shoulder, otherwise Dong Wei and those red-clothed priests would not dare to shout out at all.

Even if you can shout, it's not to shout war, but to say that Lord Shenzuo will come soon, you wait - for people in the world, peerless powerhouses of the level of Ning Que and Hengmu are no different from immortals, since they are destined to stage an immortal fight today, then why should they be imps who kill themselves?

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The news of Ning Que's arrival in Yangzhou City reached the ears of Hengmu Liren in the city in the shortest possible time, and a sincere smile appeared on his innocent face, and he said with some relief: "It's finally here." ”

A priest whispered the latest military information received on the side of the chariot, and told the news of the collapse of the Golden Horde that the Xiling Temple had just received, as well as the picture of Ning Que sealing ten thousand horses with one arrow in Weicheng, and then in a slightly trembling voice, he sincerely and humbly asked Lord Shenzuo not to underestimate the enemy.

Yokogi Tatsuto laughed, looking very innocent, cruel and satisfied, and muttered, "No matter how strong you are, what if he is only a mortal after all, but I am the real god son." ”

Yes, he thinks that he is the real Xiling Divine Son, and Longqing is not qualified to compare with himself at all, if it weren't for the fact that Longqing has been very silent, he would have turned this honorific title into the only existence zài a long time ago.

"Ning Que, I will come to meet you outside the city. ”

Yokoki Liren looked at the north and said softly, some childish voices condensed into bundles, stirred up the ten thousand heavy veils in front of the chariot, broke through the air and flew over more than ten miles, and exploded like spring thunder in the fields outside the city.

Rumble!

Many soldiers in Yangzhou City were almost fainted by this thunder, and they managed to barely hold on to their bodies without falling, but when they woke up, they showed a look of joy.

Lord Shenzuo said a word at will, just like Si Tianwei, the realm has long been beyond the scope of the human world, no matter how powerful Mr. Thirteen of the Academy under the city is, how can he be the opponent of Lord Shenzuo?

Ning Que lowered his head slightly, looking at the wildflowers in the field, his expression was calm, the big black horse lowered his head, chewed a wildflower, and felt that the taste was not good, so he spit it out, as if he hadn't heard the string of spring thunder at all.

"See me out of town?"

He looked up at Yangzhou City and said, "I am the master of this room, and I can see you as much as I want." ”

He didn't deliberately bless with Haoran Qi, just said it ordinarily, naturally it would not be as powerful as Hengmu Liren's words, but he knew that Hengmu Liren should be able to hear it.

After saying this, he took out a handful of balls from his arms and stuffed them into the mouth of the big black horse.

The big black horse didn't dare to disobey, chewed with a bitter face, swallowed it into his stomach as fast as he could, and then quickly lowered his head, picked up the dewy grass and chewed it a lot, so that he was not spoiled by the smell.

The pills are all pills prepared by Wang, and the effect is very strong, but the taste is really not good.

Ning Que also fed himself, looked at the cavalry of the Xiling Temple and the cavalry of the Southern Jin Dynasty under the black pressure under the city of Yangzhou, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sideburns on the neck of the big black horse, and said: "You were born in the Zhennan Army, and you were picked by me outside the academy before you left the military ranch, no matter how you look at it, you should be regarded as a war horse." ”

The big dark horse nodded slightly and agreed.

He said: "I have been to many places with you and fought many enemies, but in fact, we have never been on a real battlefield, I am from cavalry, you are from war horses, don't you feel sorry?"

The big dark horse wanted to say that he didn't regret it, but he didn't dare, and felt the effect of those pills gradually emanating in his body, and he felt that his blood was constantly heating up, and he wanted to go wild and sprint.

Is this what hot blood feels like?

It remembered that the last time it had this feeling and impulse was many years ago when it saw the scratchy and beautiful big white mare at the Wasteland Left Horde Court Racing Tournament when she wanted to be ridden......

The big black horse's snort became thick and urgent, and he kept snorting hot breath.

Ning Que untied the iron bow, pulled the bow to the full moon very casually, and aimed in the direction of Yangzhou City.

There were countless pairs of eyes in the city and under the city that had been watching him for even the slightest movement, and at least half of them had probably been on his shoulder, on the dark iron bow.

When he pulled the iron bow and aimed at Yangzhou City, it suddenly caused a burst of twitching and countless panicked shouts.

The lords of the valves and the generals of the coalition army have the deepest understanding of the horror of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the deepest vigilance, and the tightest staring, so their reaction is also the fastest, only to hear countless voices, countless people squatted down with their heads in unison, looking like weeds blown down by the wind, and the grass was naturally not strong.

Those cavalry in front of the city gate, obviously only pointed at the cluster of arrows, but felt that they had begun to fall into the abyss of death, some desperately whipped their mounts, and some were lost and forgot their movements, allowing their mounts to drag themselves to the side to avoid them, but in a very short time, a large area was vacated.

Between Ning Que's arrow and Yangzhou's door, it was empty, and there was nothing to cover.

He let go of the bowstring, and instead of Yuan Thirteen arrows, he used an ordinary feather arrow.

With a whoosh, the feather arrow landed on the city gate of Yangcheng Prefecture, which had been newly repaired for less than two years, and the gate was extremely thick, and the sharp arrow cluster carried the arrow body half a foot deep, but it still could not be shot through.

The castration seemed to be exhausted, and the feathered arrow no longer moved forward, and vibrated violently, and the tail of the arrow rubbed against the air at high speed, bringing out a dull and palpitating humming sound, buzzing......

The feather arrows were deeply pierced into the heavy city gate, and with this terrifying speed of vibration, the places of contact began to become soft, and the next moment even an extremely thin crack appeared.

At the moment when the feather arrow landed at the city gate, Ning Que moved.

A brutal hiss tore through the quiet sky outside Yangzhou City!

The big black horse had no one standing, his head bowed, and his hind hooves kicked heavily on the ground, and the soft field was shaken by its kicking, and two exaggerated mud rains and a large cloud of smoke and dust!

The mud rain and smoke rose one after another, covering the eyes of the Tang army in the rear, fascinating their sight, and when the smoke and dust gradually subsided, they looked at the field again and found that the big black horse had reached a hundred feet away!

Looking at the straight smoke and dust in the field, looking at the big black horse rushing to the front like lightning, everyone is quiet!

The city of Yangzhou is near.

The commander of the cavalry of the Xiling Temple shouted violently, holding a talisman knife in his hand, trying to intercept it.

Ning Que didn't even look at him, and the big black horse didn't look at him either.

The cavalry commander was shaken into the sky, blood gushing from his neck and from the depths of his armor, raining blood.

Yangzhou City is closer.

A Southern Jin Dynasty sword master drew his sword and intended to sneak attack, although he was not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he had also learned some of the sword intent of the Sword Pavilion, and he was particular about the foot in front of him, so he held the sword tightly.

He wanted to hand the sword out at its most powerful moment.

The big black horse crashed into his body.

The Southern Jin swordsman didn't have time to draw his sword, because the big black horse came too fast, so fast that it was beyond his imagination and all calculations, and it was even countless times faster than his sword.

A foot in front of you?

As soon as his sword was unsheathed, it was knocked back by the big black horse! With a snort, the blood rushed wildly, and the body of the Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman was cut off from it, and he was actually cut by his own sword!

Carrying the furious smoke and dust, the big black horse rushed into the 100,000 cavalry.

It is so unhesitating, awe-inspiring, and fearless.

Because its blood is hot.

Of course, if it hadn't taken those pills, or really couldn't have done so decisively.

The smoke and dust were straight, and black lightning illuminated the entire field.

Before that straight line, countless figures were shocked into the sky.

Crumble, crumble, hard armor deflated.

Boom boom, the sharp sword broke.

Yangzhou is really close.

The coalition cavalry had finally formed an effective defensive formation, several spears facing diagonally forward, sharp, venomous tips glowing chillingly in the sun.

Ning Que stared at the feather arrow on the city gate that was still vibrating violently, and said, "Get up." ”

The big black horse hissed and jumped several feet into the air!

Time seemed to stop at this instant.

On horseback, Ning Que punched in the air and hit the tail of the feathered arrow.

On the thick city gate, countless cracks appeared in an instant, as dense as a spider's web.

Titicaca, the gates collapsed.

The big black horse fell, lighter than a swallow.

Several terrifying spears have been left behind.

It didn't slow down, and continued to lunge forward like a black ghost.

Yangzhou, entered.

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(I wrote 4,000 words all day today, and I almost threw up when I wrote, and my mother was startled when she heard my retching sound, thinking that something was wrong with me...... Actually, the body is really fine, it's completely a mental problem, is it that I write so badly that I want to vomit while writing? I really want to swear, I thought that today why should I write about life with Yokoki, talk about family relationships and other plots, then leave it for tomorrow to write, I hope I can write more tomorrow, anyway, I'm talking about today's recovery, tomorrow's outbreak...... If the outbreak doesn't happen tomorrow, well, I'll tell you tomorrow who the culprit is. (To be continued.) )