The morning sun had just risen over the vermilion gates of Wuyi Castle. The sound of drums and the sound of fierce fighting woke up the people who had just fallen asleep, and they got up, smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, and walked along the street curiously, only to find that the streets and alleys were already full of people.

As soon as the night's battle stopped, the sound of weapons clashing and the neighing of horses sounded, which was thought to be an enemy attack. At this time, they were frightened, and suddenly learned a very funny news. It turned out that the army that fought against Xue Pingzhi, the general on the edge of the town, was only one person. This made them very curious, climb up the tower, and watch this battle of great disparity.

Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood stretched far away from the moat. The thick and stinking smell of blood wafted far into the air, awakening the vultures and crows of the distant mountains, spreading their wings and hovering low in the sky, their sharp eyes constantly looking at the stumps and broken bones of the mountains and seas on the ground, and making a pleasant and loud chirping sound. As soon as the people on the ground who are still fighting leave, they can feast on their meals.

Because of the distance, they didn't see it too clearly, but judging from the figure, it was still a green young man, carrying a girl whose face was also unclear, and their bodies were stained with blood countless times. The girl was seriously injured and unconscious, but the young man, with a faint blue light on his body, held a jade sword, sometimes flying and kicking in the midst of the army, and sometimes leaning over and raising the sword. I saw that his sword light turned into stars, and his body turned violently into a whirlwind, as if he had entered a no-man's land, and he was like a broken bamboo all the way, leaving soldiers all over the ground holding their painful arms and thighs and howling continuously.

But some people still recognized the two of them from their figures, and in their minds, they couldn't help but think of the scene when Xue Pingzhi's welcoming team was stopped yesterday, and there were also some guests who came from afar, recalling the scene when the Mu Mansion was bloodied last night. They silently raised their heads, and at some point, they were deeply attracted by the momentum of Li Wangchen's ten thousand armies, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Someone said excitedly to his companions next to him: "Killing one person is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand people is a hero, this is the real hero in my heart!"

Someone asked, "Who is he?"

Everyone shook their heads, no one knew what his name was, which made everyone feel very regretful, staring at the figure of the mysterious young man fighting in the army, for fear that if they were not careful, they would miss a good show. It's just that the speed of the young man penetrating into the enemy army is so fast that even if they watch it with full attention, they still feel dazzled.

After a while, someone sighed and sighed: "Last night, hundreds of people died in the Mu Mansion, and the Mu City Lord was even divided into two pieces, this young man's killing is too cruel!"

When someone heard this, they immediately objected: "The lord of Mu City is bullying people, paying taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the people deserve it!"

"Yes, in order to marry his daughter to King Xue's mansion, Mu Xunyuan betrayed his benefactor Huang family, did not admit the matchmaker words he had made with the Huang family, and drove Huang Gongshi out of the door, he really deserves to die!"

Yesterday, Huang Gongshi, who came to stop his relatives, died. Last night, I heard with my own ears in Mu Mansion that General Xue ordered someone to kill him. Presumably, these two people washed the Mu Mansion in blood just to avenge Huang Gongshi, and now they are fighting against General Xue's 100,000 army!"

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For a while, people speculated. And the person who spoke for the Mu family before also became the target of everyone's attack.

But what they didn't know was that there were still two figures on the city tower at this moment, wearing two hats, covering their faces low. Looking at the corpses all over the field in front of the city, the tragic battle, the eyes covered by the hat, full of extreme fear and shock, and then when I looked at the tall figure in the midst of the army, I couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At this moment, Li Wangchen, who was dressed in cyan armor, broke through the weapons in the hands of several people in front of him with a sword, and constantly narrowed the distance between him and Xue Pingzhi. Although, the closer he got to Xue Pingzhi, the stronger the soldiers beside him. But all resistance seemed to be pale and powerless, and under Li Wangchen's nimble figure and the power of the evil Hu swooping down the mountain, the army was defeated and retreated, and the army's spirit collapsed again.

The whistling of the sky turned into flowing clouds, which finally echoed in the alternating light marks of the sky. The roar of the sword pierced the flicker of the morning star, and with the collision of weapons, the smoke of gunpowder rose in the sky, and was blown away by the early morning wind.

The rippling sounds were intertwined, and Li Wangchen's eyes reflected the cold shadow of the enemy, and hearing his fierce shouts shattered all the noise.

Xue Pingzhi thought that Li Wangchen had fallen, and the overall situation had been decided. I don't want Li Wuchen to fall to the ground for a short time, nothing happened, just like that and stood up vigorously, and then a magical scene appeared, only to see a few blue lights flashing, his body was covered with a set of shining armor, and ran into the army, the more he fought, the more brave he became, the autumn wind swept the leaves all the way, no one was invincible. If it goes on like this, even if it is such a large army, it can't help but be consumed.

Thinking about it, Xue Pingzhi suddenly became startled, with an extremely frightened and terrifying look on his face, how could he kill such an enemy? He is also a cultivator, and naturally understands that there are many powerful people in this world, they can destroy ten thousand people with one palm, or they can smash the giant peak with one punch. Although Li Wangchen is not that kind of person, he must have a magical magic weapon to defeat ten thousand people, making his situation precarious.

Of course, a person who can hold a magical magic weapon in his hand, will his identity be ordinary? Xue Pingzhi remembered the words that Luo Yu said when Huang Yanchao stopped his relatives yesterday: Don't say it's a Xue family, even if it's Chen Guo, I want to destroy it, it's easy!

He dismissed the remark and did not take it to heart. Now, in his heart, there is a trace of indescribable bitterness, and there is no turning back.

Now, I can only leave this group of demoralized soldiers behind and escape alone!

How can a dignified general on the edge of the town, with his high achievements and admiration, retreat from the battle? Heh, what kind of fame and fortune, in the face of death, everything is not worth talking about.

His hands trembled, and he held the lieutenant's sword like a piece of broken copper. Without any hesitation, he kicked the horse-driven soldier down, grabbed the reins, turned the horse's head, and fled quickly. This made the military advisor Wu Guohua and the other soldiers stunned, looking at this figure that left them behind and fled in embarrassment, their faces showed a deep hatred.

Xue Pingzhi dispatched this 100,000 army just to protect his own safety, and the disaster was caused by him. Now, these 100,000 troops have suffered heavy casualties because of him, but he will leave them alone and flee. How can such a selfish general serve others.

Many people stopped their steps, looked at Xue Pingzhi's back who fled far away, their faces were full of anger, they threw down the weapons in their hands one after another, sat on the ground with dead hearts, looked at the dead comrades-in-arms, tears flowed down the corners of the eyes of a group of iron-clad men, shed resolute faces, and fell on the bloody ground.

Many of them pushed their companions away from the swords, but they all bowed their heads and threw themselves in front of their companions, ashamed, wailing in pain, and deeply repentant. Xue Pingzhi's escape slashed a heavy knife in their hearts. Like, the look on their companion's face when they pushed them out.

Li Wangchen was among the enemy troops, and at a glance he saw Xue Pingzhi who had fled, and cut through the weapons of dozens of people with a sword, and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to be the enemy with you, so I can quickly retreat, so that I can kill Xue Pingzhi, a wolf-hearted person." ”

At the end of the words, he flew up in the air with his sword, like a goshawk hunting, and his extremely fast body slashed a series of afterimages above the heads of the soldiers, like an arrow off the string, shooting Xue Pingzhi.

Wu Guohua talked about the feather fan, he is a military advisor, so he naturally has to focus on the overall situation, and the deputy general next to him who also looked sad glanced at each other, pushed away the crowd, and shouted at the soldiers all over the ground: "Everyone put down their weapons, don't make indifferent sacrifices, let the young man pass!"

Li Wangchen was in the air, glanced at Wu Guohua, and said loudly: "Those who know the times are Junjie, hurry up and treat the injured soldiers, some of them are just unconscious!"

He put down this sentence and chased Xue Pingzhi without looking back.

In front of the open walls of Wuyi City, there was already a ruin, full of large and small battle pits and red earth, piled with the stumps and broken remains of countless soldiers. The smoke of gunpowder was filled, the beacon fire was weak, and under the morning sun, it seemed like a fog, but it could not hide the smell of blood.

The soldiers hurriedly stood up, glanced at the birds and beasts of prey that were hovering in the sky, threw away the weapons stained with sin in their hands, took off their armor, and searched for their companions who were still alive in the cruel scene. As for the severed limbs, they put them together, wrapped in horse leather, and buried them on the spot.

In the early morning, the official road is covered with thick branches and leaves, green shade covers the sky, green grass and down, birds and flowers. The breeze swayed, and a burst of pine needles fell, falling to the ground, as soft as a light cloud. The charm of the empty forest is definitely nostalgic, watching the bees and butterflies dancing in the flowers, the birds and birds crying among the leaves, the gentle gust of wind, the fresh air with the unique taste of all things in the forest, the fragrance is fragrant. The sunlight casts on the ground, casting dappled light and shadows, which is very interesting.

However, this idyllic and beautiful scenery was disturbed by the sound of horses' hooves. Looking up, three fiery horses were dragging a chariot, galloping in panic, splashing up a puff of dust that swooped down on both sides of the road, covering the green leaves.

A ray of light, emitting a cyan light, shot from afar, and the distance between it and the war horse kept getting closer. Xue Pingzhi's face was full of panic, holding the reins, and constantly waving the horse's back. The three horses neighed again, but no matter how much Xue Pingzhi drove the horses, the speed of the run was already the limit.

Li Wangchen's speed was amazingly fast, Xue Pingzhi single-handedly, it didn't take a minute, he had chased behind him, and at the same time, the general in his hand had already slashed straight out with the change of moves.

A sword light, chasing Xue Pingzhi's figure, lit up in the space behind him. An aura of extreme danger locked on him at that moment, and the sword shadow chanted and hovered in his heart. Seeing that he was desperate, he raised the sword in his hand to resist.

The sword light slashed, and the weapon in his hand let out an overwhelmed wail, breaking a gap, and flying upside down with his body, and in the moment of crisis, he finally grabbed the reins of his horse.

The three fierce horses were already frightened, waving their sturdy four hooves, and galloping frantically on the official road, Xue Pingzhi was dragged for dozens of meters before he turned over with difficulty. But at this moment, Li Wangchen had already landed on the chariot.

He was like an invincible devil, with no expression on his face and a terrifying calm. He leaned down slightly, looked at Xue Pingzhi, and without saying a word, he raised his sword and stabbed at Xue Pingzhi, as fast as lightning.

Xue Pingzhi's face was full of hideousness, his facial features were twisted together, he shouted violently, and used his whole body to resist Li Wangchen's deadly sword.

The two swords collided, and a string of sparks collided, Xue Pingzhi's body retreated sharply, and the hand holding the sword seemed to be about to break, and the intense pain made him howl. But the battle did not end, the two of them jumped up one after another, jumping and fighting fiercely between the running war horses, the sword qi was intertwined, colliding with each other, and the sword light continued to sweep towards the dense forest on the back of the galloping horse, cutting a stump and broken leaf.

A tall and lush, sturdy tree not far away, with a mournful tugging sound, collapsed in the midst of the panicked flocks of flying birds.

Soon, as the wind sounded and fell silent, they had passed a hundred moves. On Li Wangchen's frost sword, there was a hovering spring mud dripping full of fallen flowers, and as he exerted his strength again, a resolute roar surged over him like a shattered dust on the ground.

Xue Pingzhi's battle for his life did not bring him a glimmer of hope. As the wounds on his body grew, he was already out of breath, his sword-wielding hand trembling, unable to fight any longer, and his floating body stood on the back of the horse and staggered.

A wind blew on Li Wangchen's face, blowing his loose hair, and tied it to Luo Yu's hair again. The handsome face was as light as a cloud, revealing a deep smile. He stopped his movements, looked at Xue Pingzhi, and said softly: "I have given you the opportunity to be a warrior, let you and I have a good fight, now, go to hell to confess to Brother Huang, right?"

He picked up the Frost Sword, and his delicate and handsome eyes were deep.

Xue Pingzhi's face changed in fright, and he hurriedly begged: "Shaoxia, you can't kill me, please, as long as you let me go, I can give you everything I have." Chen Guo...... Chen Guo, I can also send you down and give it to you, and serve you as a monarch!"

Li Wangchen shook his head slowly, and said coldly: "You asked the wrong person, I don't need him." Since the moment you killed Brother Huang, your fate has been sealed!"

Immediately, he stabbed the sword marks, and on the official road with the pleasant fragrance of flowers, only the sound of the weapon was heard, and the mutilated sword in Xue Pingzhi's hand was broken in two under a dense scream. Li Wangchen's sword was still unstoppable, stabbing into Xue Pingzhi's chest.

Xue Pingzhi raised his head and glanced at the sunlight under the canopy, flickering between the shades of the trees. In the end, his gaze was fixed on Li Wangchen's eyes as deep as water, and his pupils slowly dilated, reflecting Li Wangchen's indifferent and cold outline, and as soon as his body became weak, he fell straight to the ground.

(Hey, it's over, a new story is about to appear, Yang Jingyu's encounter with the moon charm will be written in a more confusing way, I hope there are a few readers, Lao Jiu will naturally take it very seriously, don't forget the original intention, and move forward with a heavy load!)