Winter time flies quickly, a few hours later, it will be night, Xu Baichuan is still wearing the linen clothes, with a sword around his waist, the cold wind blows, unmoved, compared to him, Li Yangbai is wearing a very thick one, and there is a layer of armor on the outside, but despite this, he still keeps shouting cold.

Li Yangbai put on his fur gloves, then held the cold handle of the gun, and after exhaling a breath of white air, he turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan and asked curiously: "You are dressed in autumn, the winter snow is so big, and the cold wind is biting, don't you feel cold?"

Xu Baichuan glanced at him, stretched out his finger and pointed at the autumn wind hanging from his waist, and said calmly: "I am a sword cultivator, a wisp of sword qi is enough to drive away the cold, and I can't wear it so thickly, but it has some restrictions on the body, and the resistance to swinging the sword is also quite large." ”

Li Yangbai nodded, looked at the autumn breeze on Xu Baichuan's waist, and then looked at the spear in his hand, and suddenly felt a little disgusted, he needed fur gloves to hold the handle of the gun, and Xu Baichuan could rely on the sword qi to drive away the cold, compared to the two, he felt that the spear he held was not very good, and sighed: "No wonder so many people sharpen their heads and want to be monks, not to mention the boundless mana of flying to the sky, just with this hand to keep out the cold, it is enough to make people amazing." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and said softly: "If you want to, as your grandfather, the commander of the three armies, it is natural for you to go to worship the monk as a teacher, and when you return from your studies, you will have to be called an immortal master." ”

Li Yangbai had an ugly look on his face

He once said this to the old man, but the old man refused him mercilessly, not only that, but also whipped him with a wattle for a long time, and finally under his constant questioning, he was willing to tell the reason.

Li Yangbai turned to look at the wind and snow, which was already a lot smaller, and sighed: "The Li family has suppressed the border for generations, with countless honors and prestige in the army, which has made the Dali Emperor extremely jealous, if there is another cultivator and has a relationship with the monks on the mountain, the Dali Emperor is afraid that he will do some bad things, for the sake of his throne, he can do anything, otherwise this huge border, how can there be only one city in Qingyuan City? In the final analysis, the Dali Emperor wants us to die on the border and never go back." ”

Xu Baichuan suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the old man and Li Yangbai, who had spent his whole life guarding the border, but Emperor Dali wanted them to die, no matter where he looked at it, he was not a good emperor.

After saying these words, Li Yangbai did not continue to speak, and Xu Baichuan did not ask.

The two stood quietly in the barracks, looking at the assembled soldiers.

It is an extremely dangerous thing to kill the little prince, if Xu Baichuan goes alone, it is no different from sending him to death, so the old man sent a lot of soldiers to follow him, creating opportunities for him to fight with the little prince, and when the little prince dies, he will clean up the Western Turks in one fell swoop, and no matter how bad it is, it will make his vitality greatly damaged, and there will be no possibility of committing a border within five years.

......

Xu Baichuan rode a horse and slowly followed the soldiers in front, two hours had passed since the time of leaving the city, and not far in front was the Western Turk station.

The old man didn't come, after all, he was old and couldn't stand the cold, all he had to do was to sit in the city, so he handed over the task of leading the army to Li Yangbai, and didn't ask Li Yangbai to completely annihilate the Western Turks, as long as he could kill half of the people, he would live up to his expectations.

He is very old and can't live for many years, he sent Li Yangbai out tonight, why not have the mind of training him, the Li family has been guarding the border for generations, and after he dies, this burden will be on Li Yangbai, his son has been sacrificed at the border, and the only remaining grandson naturally has to carry the banner, and the prestige of the Li family cannot be lost.

Li Yangbai also knew his thoughts, so when he saw the Western Turk camp, he was inexplicably arrogant in his heart, if he didn't care about his identity as a commander, he was afraid that he would rush down with a spear.

Xu Baichuan dismounted, looked at the camp as well, and asked softly, "What should I do?"

Li Yangbai said calmly: "First attack with fire, then induce with a large army, and after quickly deceiving the enemy, you will sneak out of the enemy tent, and see that the largest tent in the middle is not, that is where the little prince lives, you just need to cut off his head and bring it up, and it will be done." ”

Xu Baichuan turned his head to look at him, and asked suspiciously: "The snow is heavy, and the fire can't be pierced, how to do this method of fire attack?"

Li Yangbai smiled in a low voice, pointed to the bulging bag on the soldier's waist, and said softly: "It is filled with fire oil, even if it is in the snow, it can be burned, just throw it into the camp tent, not to mention that this is only secondary, and the real thing is your sword, whether you can kill the little prince is the top priority, if you let him escape, I am afraid that as long as this winter passes, he will make a comeback, the little prince is a cultivator, ordinary soldiers can't deal with him, and they can only rely on you." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded, signaling that he knew.

The hand pressed the autumn wind tightly on his waist, and the light in his eyes was uncertain.

Li Yangbai quickly gave an order, and after a while, hundreds of people quietly sneaked into the camp tent and set fire to it everywhere, so that the dark night just now suddenly brightened.

When the firelight was already burning everywhere, Li Yangbai grinned silently, and rushed down in the lead, and behind him were countless Dali Iron Army.

......

The little prince was sleeping soundly with his concubine in his arms, turning over from time to time and snoring a few times, the snow outside was very large, so he didn't think that Qingyuan City would come to attack at night, and he thought that today, as usual, nothing major would happen.

This was true before Li Yangbai came, and now, the camp was full of firelight and exclamations.

Xu Baichuan deftly avoided every fire, walking in the shadows, although there were Dali soldiers falling not far from him, but he knew that he couldn't use his sword to save them, he was going to kill the little prince.

The tent where the little prince lived was large, the largest in the Western Turks, and a white cloth was inserted on it, so it was easy to find.

Xu Baichuan walked in quietly, looked at the little prince lying on the bed, pulled out his sword and instilled the sword qi into it, without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down with a sword.

The old man told him that he wanted the head of the little prince, and the rest of the tokens did not count, so the place where his sword slashed was the neck of the little prince.

A sword flash flashed.

The little prince sat up from the bed abruptly and lifted the concubine to his chest, and the concubine was cut into two pieces before she could scream.

Xu Baichuan looked at the little prince who had escaped, his eyes were full of sighs, if there was no concubine to block him, maybe he would have killed him, and now that he has reacted, it will be much more difficult to kill him.

The little prince threw down the body of his concubine at will, not caring about it, as if it was a matter of course to block a sword for himself, what he really cared about was Xu Baichuan, he had not provoked any monk since he became a monk, and Xu Baichuan came to kill him tonight, which really made him puzzled.

Picking up the pen placed on the bedside, the little prince suddenly felt a lot more relieved, with a reliance in his hands, his mind was much bigger, and he frowned and asked: "This brother, you and I have no grievances in the past, and no enemies in the near future, why do you want to kill me?"

Xu Baichuan's eyes were indifferent, and he said: "If I want to kill you, I naturally want to kill you, and I don't need any other reason?"

"Brother Tai, this is unreasonable!" The little prince looked at Xu Baichuan's hand in the autumn wind, his eyes shrank, and he quickly gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "You are a sword cultivator, but it doesn't mean that I am afraid of you, if you retreat, you will save your life, if not......"

The little prince didn't finish his words, but the aura that erupted from his body was enough to explain everything.

Xu Baichuan sneered: "In the end, he is just a scholar, he has not learned a few percent of his skills, but he has learned ten percent of his greed for life and fear of death, if you really have the confidence to keep me, you will not say such a thing, but the magic weapon in your hand has already been attacked." ”

After finishing speaking, the Autumn Wind Sword swung.

The sword in the tent was raging.

Xu Baichuan, the imperial envoy of the autumn wind, did not say too much nonsense, and directly swung another sword, from the moment he stepped into the camp, only one could survive between him and the little prince, although the little prince's momentum was much stronger than him, but he took the lead after all.

Therefore, this sword, the little prince can only dodge.

The little prince snorted coldly, floated back with the blessing of his breath, flicked the brush in his hand, flew out a little ink, and smashed straight into the sword stabbed by Xu Baichuan.

And that's not all, the brush kept throwing out the ink, and finally the ink condensed into words, emitting a gray-black glow in the tent.

Even though Xu Baichuan's sword qi was surging, he was a sword qi realm sword cultivator after all, and after cutting the ink, he encountered the gray and black fonts, knowing that he was invincible, and he could only turn the sword.

The little prince looked at Xu Baichuan, who was entangled with gray characters, and smiled proudly, he thought that Xu Baichuan dared to come and kill him It was also a sword cultivator in the realm of refining the law, so he was scared and wanted to reconcile, planning to retreat to the Western Turks as long as he retreated, even if all the Turkic people in the camp were all dead, within a few years, he would be able to pull out a group of Turkic troops, and now after some temptation, he realized that Xu Baichuan only had the cultivation of the first realm, which was far from what he thought, although the killing power was strong out of the first realm, after all, it was different from himself.

The Law Refining Realm vs. the First Realm, no matter where you look at it, you are sure to win.

It's just that what he wants to think about now is how to solve this battle as soon as possible and take off the sword in Xu Baichuan's hand, he is not stupid, he has an idea in his heart after knowing that Xu Baichuan is sword cultivation, after all, the sword cultivation reward is too rich, if he takes this sword to receive the reward, he should also be able to get a lot of benefits.

Or with this sword, he can obtain the orthodox Confucian practice of jurisprudence, and then break through the third realm.

Xu Baichuan reluctantly slashed the gray words, panting slightly, his eyes kept staring at the little prince, before he entered the camp, he thought that relying on the sword in his hand against the little prince would be worse, but it would not be much worse, and now that he really knows that the difference in the realm is as difficult to cross as the sky, and it is difficult to jump into the realm to kill the enemy.

But even so, how can you know the result if you don't fight hard.

Holding Qiu Feng tightly, he blessed the sword qi under his feet, jumped high on tiptoe, and his body smashed down like a heavy sword.

The autumn wind sword is magnificent, and the edge is exposed.

Before Xu Baichuan lifted his sword to kill the little prince, he practiced swordsmanship for fifteen days, and barely mastered the swordsmanship handed down by the one-armed old man, that is, smashing, combining himself with the sword in his hand, no matter what kind of opponent he encountered, although he could smash it, with the edge of the sword blade, there were really not many that could be resisted.

Even if it is the realm of law refining, it can't resist this move, so it can only flee from the wind.

The little prince's face was ugly, he had never fought with the sword cultivator, and even the actual combat with people was very little, when he was practicing, Ma thought about how to break through the realm, how to practice a spell again, as for how to fight with people, in his opinion, it was not a gentleman's doing, according to what he thought, it would be impossible to talk and laugh, if he was to do it with one mind, it would be okay to think like this, but he wanted to be a king, and if he wanted to make a mistake, it would be damned.

Seeing that this sword was about to hit him, and the small space behind him was pitiful, and there was no way to retreat.

Then you can only fight.

He is in the realm of refining the law, and there is no reason to be afraid.

So the breath in his body was poured into the brush as if he was dying, and he pointed towards Xu Baichuan with an angry voice.