The cold moon hangs high, and the autumn wind kills. Silver spear and armor, sheng flag covers the sky.

The banner of Zhao Zi rose with the wind, and the mighty thousand-person Xuanjia Iron Horseman, guarding a noble and luxurious car, stepped majestically on the official road, and the tearing sound of the war horse and the collision of the stomach made the earth tremble.

On the official road, there is a white-clothed Confucian student standing with his hands in his hands.

The autumn wind sweeps the leaves, and the white clothes are fluttering. War horses are like dragons, and silver spears are like dragons.

The general at the head of the cavalry rebuked in a voice as loud as a bell: "Who is ahead? Get out of the way." ”

The white clothes were as bleak as frost, although one person blocked a thousand horses, but he was calm.

The general held the reins in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "This is the car of the prince today, if there is anyone who does not obey, it will be killed!"

Bai Yi was majestic without saying a word, and suddenly stopped brushing his beard, and his eyes suddenly became a line.

The overwhelming killing intent was pervasive, silently filling the air.

The white-clothed Confucian approached the cavalry step by step, his big sleeves agitated without wind, and his slightly white hair and temples danced dashingly.

A suffocating aura with Confucianism as the core suddenly collapsed in all directions, and the yellow mud official road under Confucianism's feet cracked inch by inch.

The face of the general who had been trained in the pile of dead changed greatly, and the white-clothed Confucian in front of him was by no means an ordinary martial artist, and he hurriedly put the spear in his hand across his chest, and ordered loudly: "Escort!"

At the sound of an order, the black-pressed Xuanjia heavy cavalry rushed to the front line, like a flood river draining down, and the spear shone in the white light under the moonlight, cold and ruthless.

The white-clothed Confucian had an expressionless face, his body was like an evil shadow, and his green sleeves were like undulating waves, easily avoiding a row of spears that stabbed at him.

The white-clothed Confucian student shuttled freely in the black sea, stretched out his hand to grab the spear of one of the cavalrymen, probed for the bag and took the object with a wave, and dragged the cavalry to the ground with a slight force, and then grabbed the spear with one hand, without a trace of mud and water to the cavalryman's chest, the indestructible black armor on the battlefield was actually pierced by the middle-aged Confucian with a spear like Tang Woxue, the spear penetrated the flesh and blood of the cavalryman's chest, and the cavalry screamed miserably, spit out a mouthful of thick blood and died.

The white clothes were stained with blood, and the Confucian raised his gun to pick up the corpse of the dead cavalry, raised his wide sleeves, and threw the corpse of the cavalry heavily, and a row of heavy cavalry was immediately swept to the ground and flesh flew sideways.

A wounded soldier did not give up, after landing on the ground, he crawled up, pulled out the long knife at his waist and slashed at the Confucian Sheng, the white-clothed Confucian turned a blind eye, held the gun in his right hand and left the palm to store air, and suddenly the left hand turned into a claw and pulled it backwards, and the soldier who tried to misbehave was sucked up by the white-clothed Confucian with a whoosh, and then the other hand of the Confucian Sheng penetrated through the Xuanjia in the back of the soldier.

The war horse roared wildly, the sound of the horse's hooves shook the sky like thunder, and it was a black flood flooding, the middle-aged Confucian body was as clever as a Lingyan, flashing left and right, and the spear in his hand turned over the river and poured into the sea and rained pear blossoms.

The Xuanjia cavalry on horseback was like a moving target, the spear was lifted and dropped, and the armor was broken and the horse was blurred with flesh and blood.

Wave after wave of unsettled, and hundreds of cavalry came overwhelmingly.

The Confucian in Tsing Yi bent his arm like a taut bowstring.

The next moment, the big bow violently exerted force, and the spear in his hand turned into a huge arrow, flying towards the rolling black sea, immediately piercing the head of a cavalryman, and suddenly the brain was merged, bloody and terrifying, and the spear wrapped in thunder seemed to be unfinished, and continued to pass through the heads of several cavalrymen before refusing to stop, and finally the end of the strong crossbow was deeply nailed into the official road.

But this well-trained Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, which had made countless Daliao soldiers tremble, had no intention of retreating.

Confucius jumped up lightly, waved his palm and slapped it on the head of a frightened war horse, the war horse instantly twitched all over his body, his bones clicked and shattered, and the huge horse drove down with a bang.

The elegant white clothes grabbed the horse's head with one hand, and stood with their legs bent like a thousand catties, and lifted this tall and strong war horse weighing more than 1,200 catties lightly

Between the two churning white sleeves, the qi was overflowing, and the war horse was like an extraterrestrial meteorite, falling towards the galloping Xuanjia riding sea.

With a loud bang, countless cavalry companies with men and horses exploded their bodies, and the casualties were unbearable.

The back waves of the river push the front waves, this turbulent and turbulent Xuanjia Black Sea is especially so, the Xuanjia cavalry that bites over from the back has no time to slow down, and people turn over on their backs, and the injured and fallen cavalry are trampled to death in the chaos, the flesh and blood on the entire official road are sticky, the stumps are all over the ground, and the bones are stacked into a crimson hill.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the white-clothed Confucian rushed unstoppably with a single gun, and the Xuanjia heavy cavalry formation that won a hundred battles in the north was in chaos.

After the white-clothed Confucian rushed into battle, the sound of killing on both sides of the official road was everywhere, and a group of masked swordsmen took advantage of the situation to pour in, fighting and killing the Xuanjia cavalry in a mess.

Dressed in white and blood, Confucian approached the carriage calmly under the shadow of the sword and sword, and there was no trace of microwave ripples in those cloudy eyes, but they were dead and sunk like ashes, like burned ashes.

Gong Wei looked at the big inner flying fish guard around the carriage, and the demon in front of him was so familiar.

In a blink of an eye, the middle-aged Confucian in white clothes and bloodstained had come to the carriage account, and more than a dozen large internal flying fish guards blocked the carriage behind him.

A group of flying fish guards drew their swords and unsheathed them, and surrounded the white-clothed Confucian with the momentum of a pack of wolves.

In an instant, the sword shadow was like rain, and more than a dozen large internal flying fish guards used all their skills at the same time.

The white-clothed Confucian was calm, the green tendons on the back of his palms and hands appeared, the big sleeves were agitated and wanted to crack, and wisps of qi visible to the naked eye gathered from all directions, wrapping around the Confucian arms like a poisonous snake around a vine.

When the sword light approached the eyebrows half an inch, Confucian suddenly came out of his palm, and a burst of strong qi exploded with Confucian as the center, and the mud and rocks under him burst out like a volcano, and there seemed to be an evil dragon in the ground, causing the sky to fly sand and stones, and in an instant, more than ten big inner flying fish guards were blasted away, but these big inner flying fish guards were masters of the Imperial City Forbidden Palace after all, and they immediately turned around and attacked after eating the loss of Confucianism.

The white-clothed Confucian did not change his face, and grabbed the arm of a big inner flying fish guard, and his five fingers gathered like eagle claws and suddenly exerted force, and the arm of the flying fish guard was suddenly torn off alive, and then the arm of the Confucian suddenly bent, and he elbowed the temple of the broken arm flying fish guard.

There was a muffled sound of broken bones, and a large pit was sunken in the forehead of this Flying Fish Guard, and the seven holes were bleeding and there was no breath, seeing that his companion was so ravaged by this Tsing Yi Demon that he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Devil, take your life!" I don't know who roared, followed by more than a dozen awe-inspiring sword rays, but these dozen sword rays did not fly towards the white-clothed Confucian student, but unexpectedly the Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers in all directions of the Confucian Sheng.

These Ouchi Flying Fish Guards have teamed up to defend the palace for many years, and they have long cultivated a tacit understanding between each other, and they immediately put on an astonishing sword formation, trying to capture and kill the white-clothed Confucian with one blow.

Close to the confrontation, the white-clothed Confucian caught a flaw, and a sassy wind was born under his palm, and he slapped it unpreparedly on the chest of a sword-wielding flying fish guard, and snatched the long sword with a turn of his wrist, and the long sword passed by in a cloudy and flowing water, and in an instant, the blood flowed at the blade of the sword, and the flying fish guard immediately separated his head, and his head slipped silently.

Confucianism's big sleeves cover the sky, like a python wading the river to chase after the momentum, and the long sword in his hand smears one after another under the night dome, like a great painter painting out of thin air, retracting freely, elegant and natural.

Eight heads with surprised expressions fell into the blue.

Blood stained the dusty official road, and the blood-colored peony bloomed like fire.

On the blood peony stood a white-clothed Confucian student.

Confucian released his five fingers, let the long sword slip off his hand, walked carefully to the carriage and slammed it to the end, and said in a deep voice: "Confucian Lian Wansheng has seen His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

No one in the carriage responded.

Confucian Sheng's eyes shuddered: "The slave is specially ordered by King Wu to invite His Royal Highness to the palace for a gathering, please His Royal Highness the Prince, don't be a slave." ”

But there was still no one in the carriage who answered.

Lian Wansheng snorted coldly, the wide sleeves of the Confucian scholar swelled again, and the gold-embroidered sunshade curtain on the carriage was quietly lifted by a burst of air.

"This has not yet reached the Jiangnan realm, King Wu and his old man are so anxious?" said the person in the car in a strange manner.

Wei Zhongren and the white-clothed Confucian were taken aback, there was no Royal Highness of the prince in the gorgeous carriage, but a eunuch dressed in python clothes sitting in the middle of the carriage.

The corners of the white-eyed eunuch's mouth were raised, and he whispered in a shrill voice: "Lian Wansheng, so bold, you dare to fight even the idea of His Royal Highness the Prince? In the past, the emperor loved talents, otherwise you thought you could get out of Chang'an City? If you toss like this, you are not afraid that the emperor will be angry, and you will skin you and pick your bones?"

"Twenty years ago, the whole family of the Lian family was punished for no reason, and the nine clans were wiped out overnight, Lian Mou has long been unrelated and unfettered, the only thing he cares about is to avenge the clan, why is he afraid of life and death?" Knowing that the white-clothed Confucian who had fallen into the trap, his cheeks twitched, and he sneered: "What's more, the dead can't speak, how can the dog emperor know?"

"Confucianism uses literature to mess with the law, chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban, you even have ten thousand victories, both civil and military, unparalleled in the world, but you are in the same stream with the chaotic ministers and thieves, committing chaos, and rebellious, but no matter how you calculate even ten thousand victories, you can't expect this trick to divert the tiger from the mountain? Presumably His Royal Highness the prince has reached the boundary of Xiangyang. The eunuch in the car pinched the orchid finger and laughed.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is just a chess piece used by the prince to blackmail the imperial court, when the time is ripe, the army of Jiangnan will be dispensable when the border is pressed into the Central Plains, and besides, His Royal Highness the Prince has stepped into the land of Jiangnan and what is the difference between it and the fish and meat of the board? "The eyes of the white-clothed Confucian saint are like eagle eyes, and they are so cold that they are cold.

"Hmph, what a big appetite, it depends on whether you have the ability to win the game. As a eunuch of the second rank of the official residence of the Ouchi Factory, he replied with a solemn expression.

When the Confucian saint in the world is fluttering in white clothes, the shape is like an immortal weathering out of his palm, and the qi machine in his palm is rolling,

The corners of the python-clothed eunuch's eyes rose, and he exerted force under his feet, breaking through the top.

The white clothes pressed on the top, the carriage was split in an instant, and the six horses were crushed into pulp by the gas machine.

The white sleeves are surging, the qi is endless, the four fields are agitated, and the Confucian students are soaring.

The python-clothed eunuch laughed, immediately turned over in the air, and turned into two palms and pressed it down.

The two of them clapped their palms out of thin air, and where they closed their palms, the sweat turned into a curling mist and rose straight up.

After a moment's breath, the eunuch's face turned dark, his expression was strange, blood gushed out of his mouth, he knew that his skill was not as good as the white-clothed Confucian in front of him, and he had no chance of winning in such a fight, so he hurriedly retracted his palm.

The white-clothed Confucian chased after him, only to see the python-clothed eunuch fish jump over and spill a lime powder to take the opportunity to escape.

"Lian Wansheng, next time we meet, the Sprinkle family will definitely take your dog's life personally!" When the lime powder dissipated, the eunuch was long gone.

Confucian squeaked his fists, and accidentally saw the fragment left by the eunuch when he fled in a hurry, and bent down to pick it up, it was the fragment of the Nine Curved Soul Breaking Knife Spectrum that King Wu had been searching for to no avail.

The white-clothed Confucian took back the fragment of the knife book in his arms, and dispersed with the masked swordsman with a wave of his big sleeves, leaving thousands of corpses of Xuanjia heavy riders on the official road.