The first person was a man with blue hair and heavy eyes, about nine feet tall, riding a tall horse as black as ink, without a trace of variegation, carrying a crescent halberd in his hand, and the blade was shiny.

"There are also 3,000 nails in the rotten ship, and they can actually kill the valley mouth, and the son of the end has some ability, but this is the end of it."

The heavy pupil man rode his horse slowly, like a mountain, and pressed over.

In the face of Han Xiaoru's rapid charge, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the halberd in his hand bounced up with a "whirl", drawing a strange route, and he had already stopped in front.

This halberd swept obliquely and slashed, to put it mildly, like carrying a straw, it didn't look very powerful, but the deafening sound of the halberd blade breaking through the wind told everyone that the opponent's hand was infinitely powerful and must not be hard-connected.

If it were someone else, it would naturally be to avoid the real and attack the false, and unload the force, but Han Xiaoru is different.

Looking at the momentum of this halberd, her eyes suddenly became bright.

With a soft snort, he held the spear with one hand, turned the spear into a sword, seemed to cut and stabbed, fixed the Central Plains in one style, and even eliminated the fight, which was already the edge of the halberd blade, and pierced the neck of the heavy pupil sighing.

The spear burst forward, creating shadows, and the air exploded layer by layer.

Whether it is strength or speed, she has reached the peak of her current physique.

"Good martial arts."

The crescent halberd cut out by the heavy pupil man was slightly half-closed, danced into a ring, turned around to defend himself, jumped back a few steps under the crotch, and his body was in a frenzy, his upper body was sharply thrown back, and his chin was blue, and half of it was cut off by the spear.

And Han Xiaoru suffered a big loss for the first time in the competition.

The spears and halberds clashed, and at the same time as they exploded into a circle of ripples, her figure could no longer sit on the back of the horse, and she flew backwards for more than ten feet, and one fell upside down.

I only felt that my right arm was swollen and numb, and the tiger's mouth holding the spear was oozing blood.

"Good strength."

After Han Xiaoru felt the strength of the other party, not only was she not disappointed, but she became more excited.

She knew that her junior brother's previous guess was not wrong at all.

The people of Chu should be blessed by a layer of Babel Tower, otherwise, in this world where there is neither qi and blood power nor internal qi energy, this person's strength cannot be so strong.

Han Xiaoru herself practiced her muscles and bones, and practiced the Mixed Yuan Golden Body Method when she was a child, and her use of physical strength can almost be said to be wonderful.

Even if it is an opponent with a higher realm and stronger strength and speed than her, she has not never fought, she is a natural fighting wizard.

It is often able to turn the tables in the face of adversity.

And, get a breakthrough.

This is determined by the individual's character and fighting spirit.

At this time, after fighting each other, I found that my strength had been crushed for a long time, and the opponent's strength was at least three times stronger than my body.

In other words, the strength of the other party should have reached two or three thousand catties.

If it is in the original world, this level of power is really nothing, just cultivating into the silver body realm, it can be directly suppressed.

However, there is no soil for the survival of extraordinary strength in this world, and the human body has limits.

In this case, it is very abnormal for the opponent's strength to be able to directly triple the original strength.

Moreover, this person is not only proficient in battlefield martial arts, but also has a small and exquisite halberd technique, which is extremely powerful.

Compared with the chasing soldiers of Yan State, generals like Shen Tuhong and Sun Yao, who have appeared in the past, are several times more powerful.

Is this kind of character an unknown person?

If you are a famous man in the field, you should be a famous general in the DPRK.

"Heavy pupil tiger Dong Chongming, Shanhailou dares to prevent my sister and brother from entering Chu, is this what Emperor Qing meant?"

The eldest princess Zheng Dongli said sadly: "Or is it my imperial aunt's mother's own order?" ”

Yan and Chu have been in-laws for generations, and they have close ties, and they still know some celebrities in the two countries well.

Zheng Dongli, as the eldest princess of Yan Kingdom, is also very virtuous and famous on weekdays, and she is not a demented literary woman and aristocratic daughter who hides in the boudoir and only knows how to apply grease and powder and chant poetry.

Not only is she very familiar with the affairs of the court, but she is not ignorant of the political and military situation of other countries.

At this moment, she even forgot the danger around her, and her heart was full of grief and indignation.

Thousands of miles to the Chu realm, if you are so unpopular, where else can you live in this world? How can you take revenge.

I hope that this thing seems to be invisible, and once lost, it can completely destroy a person's mind.

People can no longer find a reason to live.

"You've mistaken someone."

Dong Chongming's expression was cold, his eyes were indifferent, although he was surprised that the team that was moving forward was not injured by the boulder and the rain of arrows, but he was not too worried in his heart.

The ambush on the peaks on both sides was just harassment.

You can't deal with too powerful masters.

When the prince of Yan Guo travels, it is not too strange to have a master by his side.

If you really want to succeed in this trip, you have to rely on the company by your side.

His gaze was fixed on a petite shadow next to the carriage for a long time, watching the cold light in the other party's hand flicker, whether it was a boulder or a rain of arrows, they all unconsciously deviated from the direction, and they could no longer hurt anyone. I know that if I am alone, I may have to return in vain.

"Brother Li, General Gu, you have to make a move."

Dong Chongming cautiously asked.

"General Dong, rest assured, this matter is easy."

As he spoke, from dozens of horses behind Dong Chongming, two people rode out.

One is dressed in a long robe, the other is Sven, and the long sword silk on his back is flying in the wind, sitting on the horse, and he has the feeling of fluttering.

When he rode out of the ranks, he gave people the feeling that he was still a Confucian student who had read poetry and books, and when he walked ten zhang away, the breath on his body became as fierce as the sun, drawing his sword in his hand, stepping on the horse and jumping up, the sword light reflected the sunlight, emitting a dazzling light, in the buzzing sound, people followed the sword, the sword was first, and on the road ahead, the grass branches and soil were flying and cracking, and they had already pierced Han Xiaoru's body.

The sword walks lightly.

Between this person's shots, he was not light at all, just like a mountain boar attacking, the sword was mighty, and the sharp qi stabbed people's faces painfully.

At the same time as he took out his sword, Dong Chongming also let out a long laugh, the dark horse man under his crotch stood up, landed on the ground and rushed to the right, like a tiger and a bear, and flew to Han Xiaoru's right side in a few steps, and the long halberd swung horizontally, suppressing the bursting air, and silently, he slashed Han Xiaoru's waist.

At the same time, another short and thin man in armor took off a large bow two feet high from his horse, raised his bow to look at the moon, and took an arrow at the string.

Collapse......

The bow is like a thunderbolt.

When the voice sounded.

The tip of the arrow had reached Han Xiaoru's chest.

Drag out a long light tail.

"Senior Brother ......"

Han Xiaoru was dumbfounded.

Where did she think that the other party was so shameless, and said that they would besiege it.

Generals, swordsmen, and archers, striking on three sides, do not say hello, and are extremely ruthless.

It's just that he can't use his martial arts, and the qi and blood power cultivated by the Mixed Yuan Golden Body Method, as well as the thunder energy cultivated by the Shenxiao Imperial Thunder Sutra, are completely gone.

At this time, apart from some swordsmanship skills, there was no more ability to rely on.

If it is another person in the rivers and lakes, when he encounters this situation, it will naturally become stronger and stronger, and fight to the death.

Han Xiaoru is a little good, she will win every battle, and her intuition is extremely sharp, because she can often find the most suitable method to deal with the most dangerous situations.

At this moment, the most suitable way is of course not to fight hard.

If you can't fight it, don't say it.

It's bloody, so what's the pain?

At this time, the most suitable thing is, of course, to invite the junior brother to come out.

There is nothing to lose face or lose face, what is there to be polite about your own junior brother.

The arrow was about to touch the armor, Han Xiaoru tried her best to turn her body sideways to avoid the vital point of her heart, and she heard a soft ding sound in her ears.

I saw that the black iron arrow had miraculously shot straight into the sky, shooting straight into the clouds, and I couldn't even see the black dots.

The wind rose in front of him, and there seemed to be a sword shadow, but there seemed to be nothing.

The blade of the sword, which pierced like the scorching sun, was retracted like an electric shock, and the long-robed Confucian went faster than when he came, tiptoe to the ground, and flew upside down, but a fountain of blood spurted out of his chest.

But I don't know when, I have been hit by a sword, and in horror, I can't care about killing anymore, I just want to run away.

And the halberd that swept across and slashed like a mountain with a pop, it slashed into a bronze three-foot sword, as if slashed into the mire, and the power was discharged, and no more advanced was made.

Even, even the heavy pupil tiger and the dark horse under his crotch seemed to step into the mud, sinking deep into it, and falling forward.

"I'll just say, don't be blindly strong and mighty in the martial arts you usually learn, if you really encounter special circumstances, you will be in a dilemma."

In front of Han Xiaoru, I don't know when, a young man dressed in a brocade robe with a handsome face appeared.

With a smile on his face, the bronze sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, which was indescribably relaxed.

It didn't seem to be the slightest threat.

However, whether it is Dong Chongming, or the white-clothed swordsman, and the general of the Nine Stone Divine Bow, they are all like ghosts, one is concentrating on an arrow, one is covering his chest and panting, and the other is riding a horse with a halberd, and his pupils are shrinking......

"Okay, junior brother, next, I will practice how you say."

Han Xiaoru was also slightly embarrassed.

This time, she was almost planted, if it weren't for the life-saving "shouting junior brother Dafa", her reputation for many years would have been ruined.

Obviously, it is the same physical physique, and the junior brother also blessed himself with that layer of pagoda, but why is his performance so far from the performance of the junior brother? 、

What the hell went wrong.

Han Xiaoru was a little suspicious at this time that she was a fool.

Ji Mingyue covered her mouth and snickered on the side, thinking that Sister Xiaoru would be stupid from time to time to compete with Brother Seven, in the past, she would always feel that she couldn't beat Brother Seventh because her cultivation realm was too low, and she thought that her fierce and domineering path was actually not wrong at all.

I'm dumbfounded.

Ji Mingyue won't compare.

After all, he is still a person, how can he compare with demons?

From the moment she was a beggar, the little girl felt that Seventh Brother would one day become the most powerful person in the world.

No one can compare to him.

"That's [Sanyang Sword] Li Yunke and Heaven-Shaking Arrow Gu Xihe, the two of them are the top masters in the rivers and lakes of Chunan, they were taken under the command of Shanhailou, suppressed the rivers and lakes, cultivated to a high level, and it was difficult to be brave...... Enemy. ”

When he said the last few words, Zheng Dongli's face turned red, thinking that this rumor was not accurate at all, which eye saw that these two people were brave and invincible?

Obviously, I saw that it was vulnerable.

The arrows that are shot, let alone hit people, directly let people pick up the arrows and fly away, so what else is there to hit, there is no threat at all.

Sanyang Sword, that's even funnier, a sword shot, the opponent didn't hurt a cold hair, but he was hit by a sword, scared the rabbit and retreated backwards.

Laughs like a frightened bird.

Even, the head of Shanhailou, the number one master in the Chu State Army who can stop crying, is also in a hurry, and without two moves, he hesitated, and he didn't dare to make a move.

This thought just swept through the bottom of my heart, Zheng Dongli is the eldest princess after all, although she does not practice superior martial arts, she is not uninformed.

She knows that there is no such thing as a vain under fame.

What's more, between the rivers and lakes and the temples, the famous reputation of the killings will not be fake.

These three people, in fact, are not boasting, but they are really first-class in the world.

So, the reason why they perform so badly is not because they are too weak, but because someone is indeed too strong, so strong that people are completely unimaginable.

Seeing that familiar face to the bones, Zheng Dongli was sad and proud in his heart, and he couldn't help but think: "If he is really my brother Dongyuan, how good it would be." ”

Chen Ping nodded slightly, smiled, and affirmed and responded to the eldest princess's reminder.

This woman is not completely useless.

Turning his head to look at the three masters who were waiting for him, Chen Ping sighed and said, "Throw down your weapons, kneel down and surrender, and I will spare your life." ”

In his eyes, whether it is a bandit, a general of the imperial court, or a famous man in the rivers and lakes, they are all enemies.

The enemy who is dead is the best enemy.

The reason why he was not worried about the other party's counterattack was because Chen Ping thought that for the battle at the limit of the ordinary human body, no one was more suitable for the worst environment of the sword than himself.

In his previous life, in the era of the end of the law, in the face of guns, he could fight miracle battles, not to mention, now he has experienced countless evolutions.

Under the same realm, I am invincible.

Chen Ping has this self-confidence.

What's more, he also got a layer of pagoda blessing speed.

In this case, he could not imagine that he had any possibility of losing.

Even if there are ten times more enemies.

"You are not Zheng Dongyuan, the son of Yan Guo."

Dong Chongming said in a deep voice.

"yes, you guessed it, so what?"

Chen Ping slowly unsheathed his long sword, pointed obliquely at the ground, and locked Dong Chongming with a murderous aura.

With heavy eyes and unparalleled divine power, this one seems to be an enemy of 10,000 people, and it is of course best to be able to charge under his hands, if he refuses to give in, then there is no pity.

"A soldier may be killed, but not humiliated......"

Dong Chongming snorted coldly, the halberd swung slightly, and he was angry.

As soon as the word "insult" came out, he suddenly heard a nice sound of wind, which was the sound of blood squeezing and breaking through the body, and blowing a whistle.

The strength in his body receded like a tide, and he felt the blackness in front of him, and he sat on the horse, a little unsteady.

Horrified, when he looked down, he found that his throat was like a fountain, and the blood was surging like an arrow.

"You...... I ......"

Dong Chongming glanced up at Chen Ping in disbelief, and on one side of his body, he fell off the horse, splashing some dust.

Until Zhongjian died, he didn't see Chen Ping make a move, but he vaguely felt that the green sword in the other party's hand seemed to move, and it didn't seem to move.

(End of chapter)