The iron cavalry stood out with the sound of swords and guns.

Gu Ming took the lead, he was also a top master of the middle level of the Nine Grades of Martial Arts, and he thought that although he was a few steps behind Jiang Hechuan, it was not an irreparable gap.

"It's good!" Jiang Hechuan finally moved, he jumped up suddenly, and at that moment, the qi in his body swelled, like a magnet, absorbing the air around him into an invisible distorted wave.

The early morning sunshine seemed to have dimmed a little.

The puppet was furious, and the blood was splashed ten steps. The martial arts master's all-out shot, the momentum is naturally amazing.

A sword broke through dozens of people.

The nine grades of martial arts are perfect, so it is already the peak combat power.

But compared to Qianqi, this sword is far from enough.

The black-armored iron-clad lancer couldn't see any expression clearly, and after a round of killing, he turned his horse's head neatly, and the cold light of the spear was still there, and he rushed towards Jiang Hechuan again.

Jiang Hechuan was shot more than ten times all over his body, and his blood flowed profusely. The whole person is like a rag bag with blood, and it looks miserable at a glance.

The power of one person is hard to shake a thousand horses, and the mantis arm is nothing more than a car.

Jiang Ying, who was watching the battle from afar, was already with tears in her eyes, if it weren't for Chen Mingye who kept pulling her, I am afraid she would have rushed out.

Gu Ming looked at the lonely figure silently, and there was no joy on his face.

Jiang Hechuan didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, but looked intently at the iron cavalry that was charging again, his eyes were calm.

The realm of the grandmaster is impossible to enter unless it is by chance. All he wanted was the only opportunity.

The line between life and death.

The sword and gun were in front of him, but a smile appeared in his eyes.

Yuxuan. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter those two words.

Scenes passed in my mind in an instant, like years passing away in a blink of an eye.

Someone looked side by side with him at the lights on the other bank, and the moonlight shining overhead sprinkled all over the river.

Someone was cooking wine with him under the rain eaves, and the words and smiles warmed the chill of early spring.

Someone was grinding and adding fragrance to him next to the bookcase, and a smile made his heart ripple.

......

It turns out that you have never left, and if the memory is there, you have always been by my side.

Jiang Hechuan smiled softly, the smile in the depths of his memory was so clear for the first time, even after so many years, his eyebrows and eyes were still the same, and the years were the same.

The knot that has been stuck for many years is quietly loosened at some point.

At the same time, the invisible confinement hidden deep in the body has dissolved like the first snow.

Jiang Hechuan laughed heartily, laughing so happily for the first time, as if he had forgotten all the troubles of the world, and as if he had returned to the scene when he first met her when he was weak.

At that time, the sunset reflected the sky like blood, the clouds on the horizon exuded colorful red light, and the slight cold wind of early spring swept over the young man's sideburns, and also swept over the peach blossoms of the tree, and swept the girl who smiled indifferently under the tree.

Now it seems that it is too far away, even she is no longer there, how can she see the cicada-like eyebrows on her delicate face. It turned out that time had passed unconsciously, and she was the only one still in her heart.

But as long as she was there, he never felt old, and she didn't want to see her dying.

He chuckled, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the words in his mouth were like whispering: "There are thousands of fireworks in the world, and how can you be half as bright." ”

The whole body qi was poured into the frost sword in his hand, and he poured out a breath, like a river, and he casually swung a sword towards the oncoming cavalry camp.

Under the city of Anshun, in front of the thousand cavalry formation, Jiang Hechuan re-entered the grandmaster with a thought.

The sword qi wielded was as vast as a river, and it could not be resisted. Even if it is a thousand horses, it is still so small in front of the great power of nature.

The charging iron lancers were like crashing head-on into an invisible wall of air.

People turn on their backs.

Invisible sword qi ripples cut through the exposed horse's belly, cut through the heavy armor, and cut through the solid bones.

Such as crushed grass mustard.

In later generations, the most famous battle of the martial arts master against the Shang army was under the city of Anshun, Jiang Hechuan broke a thousand horsemen with one sword.

This grandmaster, who crossed the martial arts sky like a meteor, shone half of the stars for a short moment.

Gu Ming stared blankly at the figure standing with a sword, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Jiang Hechuan slowly paced in front of him with a sword, without a triumphant smile, but with a complex and profound light.

"These should be the heroes guarding the southern frontier, but you didn't let them belong to the corresponding battlefield. Jiang Hechuan's face was pale, and his tone was as light as if he was silent.

Gu Ming was still motionless.

Jiang Hechuan sighed, trembling and reaching out to cover his still round eyes.

"Dad!" In the distance, Jiang Ying, who had been strictly ordered not to approach, finally couldn't hold back anymore and rushed over quickly.

"Dad, how are you?" Jiang Ying reached out to support his father's body, only to find that the hem of his shirt had already been stained with blood.

"Dad is fine," Jiang Hechuan looked at his daughter, a smile appeared on his pale face, but he suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood, "Ying'er is fine, it's fine." ”

"Dad, stop talking, I'll heal you. The big tears in Jiang Yingxing's eyes kept falling like pearls with broken threads.

"No need," Jiang Hechuan smiled, obviously with more than ten gunshot wounds all over his body, he looked at his daughter without any pain, "If there is only one person in the future, are you afraid?"

"Dad, don't talk nonsense," Jiang Ying hurriedly stretched out her slender hand and put it on her father's back, trying her best to cross her qi and blood power.

Chen Mingye and Cai Ling'er, who came to the father and daughter silently, didn't say a word, just sighed slightly.

Jiang Hechuan was seriously injured and did not recover, and forcibly broke through the realm and re-entered the grandmaster, although he could use the momentum of breaking the realm to squeeze his potential to replenish the qi for a while, but it was a practice of exhausting his water and fishing. Once the power of qi and blood in the body is exhausted, it will be to the point where the oil is exhausted. Even if the power of qi and blood is replenished, all the organs that have been depleted of their potential have been shattered, and there is no possibility of repair.

"Ying'er, if you feel too tired, go out and explore the world freely, don't be bound by the Jiang family, Dad has always wanted you to be happy. ”

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about, I'm still waiting to beat you in three moves. Jiang Ying's voice trembled, and her words were crying.

"Hehe, daddy, I can't beat you. Jiang Hechuan struggled to show a smile, "In the future, Dad won't be able to control you." ”

"I still remember when you were young, you always liked to let your father carry you to the food stalls in the west of the city to eat, especially the sugar gourd, you liked it the most, your mother said that you can't get used to you like that, you eat too much sugar and lose your teeth. As a result, as soon as you made a fuss, your little eyes were red, and Dad couldn't help it, so he had to take you to the ...... secretly."

Jiang Hechuan smiled, as if recalling the best picture, and said softly, but his voice became softer and softer, until he finally closed his eyes silently, and his voice gradually stopped sounding.

Jiang Ying pursed her lips tightly, but she couldn't hold back any longer, two lines of tears covered her cheeks, as fragile as a clear lotus under a rainstorm, and it was particularly distressing in the wind and rain.

Chen Mingye silently bowed deeply to Jiang Hechuan, who was lying in Jiang Ying's arms.

Good journey, Uncle Jiang.

Jiang Ying hugged her father and sat for a long time, behind her was the bones of an entire battalion of iron spear cavalry, blood flowing all over the ground, and the overlapping corpses were covered all over the city.

The guards at the head of Anshun City watched this scene in a daze, no one dared to attack the few people who were close to the city, and no one dared to close the wide open city gate.

"Let's take Uncle Jiang back to the city, this is the place he has been guarding all his life. Chen Mingye said softly.

Jiang Ying nodded silently, hugged her father horizontally, and walked forward silently.

"Ying'er, let me come. Chen Mingye opened his mouth and said.

Jiang Ying didn't pay attention to his words at all, just hugged her father and walked towards the city gate step by step.

The guards at the head of the city looked at each other, and the guards at the city gate did not make a move.

The early morning sun shone on the earth, pulling out a long shadow of the few people who were slowly advancing at the city gate.

Jiang Ying hugged her father and approached the city gate step by step, without any pause, and did not pay any attention to the frightened eyes of the guards around her.

"Welcome City Lord Jiang back to the city!"

In front of the city gate, Jiang Ying opened her mouth and said loudly, her voice was crisp and elegant, but she was like a king who had been on the throne for a long time, returning to the world.

Chen Mingye immediately responded loudly: "Welcome City Lord Jiang back to the city!"

The surrounding guards glanced at each other, hesitated slightly, and shouted: "Welcome to the city lord Jiang back to the city!"

"Welcome City Lord Jiang back to the city!"

"Welcome City Lord Jiang back to the city!"

......

One after another, shouts spread, and above the city, under the city walls, and inside the city, this shout became louder and louder, and even seemed to cover every corner of Anshun City.

The originally closed doors opened one by one, the originally empty streets gradually poured out, and the originally gloomy city gradually became clear in the early morning light.

In the midst of such a shout of mountains and tsunamis, in an empty road that the crowd spontaneously poured out of the streets but gave way, under the pious eyes of everyone, Jiang Ying took her father step by step through the city gate, through the main road of Anshun City, through the flow of people, like facing the dawn spreading ahead, moving forward firmly.

Chen Mingye silently looked at this scene in Anshun City and sighed lightly.

This is a father and daughter.