Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Sword Is Enough

"Ridiculous!!"

Lin Xuan's disdainful voice echoed in the cold wind, and everyone else could hear the excessive confidence in his tone.

A young soldier stared at Lin Xuan tightly, secretly glad that the current Immortal Sword was already seriously injured.

It's really hard to imagine how strong such a person must be in his heyday, and how terrifying his swordsmanship would be.

Otherwise......

These people themselves are not qualified to block his way at all!!

However, he couldn't understand why Lin Xuan became an outcast since he was so powerful. With his skills, why did he fall into such a field?

Some people looked at each other and were speechless.

Unexpectedly, the Immortal Sword actually forced the general to use the means of sneak attack, and the famous Immortal Sword Lin Xuan himself was seriously injured, and they openly blocked the other party's way, which was their fault for both reason.

All this that is happening now is really a bit excessive, so that many people can't accept it for a while.

Beside.

The middle-aged man's figure was like a thunderbolt, and the spear in his hand stabbed at the vital point around Lin Xuan's body at an indescribable speed.

He moves like lightning and is like a fierce tiger, and if anyone faces this move, he will be hit hard in the face if he is caught off guard.

It's a pity that the person under this move is Lin Xuan, who is the immortal sword that moves the rivers and lakes.

Even if he was seriously injured now, even if the other party made a sneak attack, Lin Xuan's face was still as usual.

I saw a long sword horizontally, standing in front of his chest.

The blood-colored figure slowly turned, and the sword body moved with it, drawing an arc in mid-air.

The cold flashed, and a murderous aura broke through. This move was swift and unparalleled, and everyone on the sidelines couldn't help but feel nervous.

"So fast!!"

"The general's move is so powerful!!"

"If I'm faced with this trick...... I'm afraid I won't even have the courage to resist!!"

The middle-aged general clenched his left hand into a fist and stored the internal force of his whole body in the gun.

He held the iron spear in his right hand, and the whole person seemed to be fused with the spear, and the tip of the spear trembled sharply, making a piercing buzzing sound.

He used this shot, and it stabbed Lin Xuan's death hole!!

"Humph!"

Lin Xuan's face showed a mocking look, and he held the long sword and pointed it at the sky flatly.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh

The sound of flesh and blood tearing suddenly sounded, accompanied by a terrible scream, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed Lin Xuan's body.

"You ......"

"You ......"

The middle-aged general knelt on the ground, his face gloomy clutching the sword marks that pierced his chest, his face full of disbelief.

"Why...... Why ......"

When he unleashed his gun, a change in his marksmanship made him take two steps to the left uncontrollably.

And Lin Xuan's sword had been waiting for a long time, and he had just pointed his sword at the sky, he shouldn't have hurt himself, but in fact, he had rushed straight into it.

Immortal Sword ...... Calculated this change in yourself in advance?

"Poof!!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his consciousness gradually drifted into a trance, and he fell to the ground.

"General!!"

"General!!"

All the soldiers reacted instantly, and they quickly rushed to the middle-aged man's side to investigate his injuries.

"General......

"General...... How are you......"

"Knock!

The sound of the blade unsheathed resounded throughout the audience, and thousands of soldiers surrounded Lin Xuan in a clearing that was no more than three feet in size.

"Ridiculous......"

"Ridiculous......"

"It's ridiculous......"

Lin Xuan smiled coldly, with a sigh in his laughter.

"Marshal Murong's subordinates...... It's all like that!!"

"How...... You're still not convinced?"

"Looking at the current situation, aren't you annoyed and angry?"

"Lose twice...... Isn't that enough?"

"Nonsense!!"

A big man interrupted angrily: "Earlier, it was obviously your kid who said that you should win more with less, but it was you who kept saying that you would deal with us on your own. ”

"No one forced you in the first place, why do you want to say such things to us now?"

"That's it!!"

The middle-aged general gradually sat up with the support of the others, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed deeply.

"Shame on ......"

"It's really embarrassing......"

"It was General Ben who lost...... Is this general's skills inferior to others...... Let him go......"

A young soldier's face was full of puzzlement, and his face was mixed: "Why? When the general gives an order, we will rush up, even if he inserts his wings, it will be impossible to escape!"

"If you have the chance to win, why let him go?"

"Enough!!"

The middle-aged general gasped heavily, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and said with difficulty: "It's reasonable...... We should all let him go......"

"The Immortal Sword defeated General Ben twice in full view of everyone, and General Ben has no face to stop him!"

"If you are allowed to do it...... Asking you to go into battle together to bully a seriously injured person is actually ......"

"Let him go......"

The immortal sword itself is a seriously injured body, and he misses one blow, and misses again when he hits, and he makes a move with a sneak attack. In the end, it was in vain, and he was even severely injured by his sword.

If I let them help me capture the Immortal Sword, what qualifications do I have to order them in the future?

If I lose my majesty in front of these people, how can I secure my position as a general in the future?

If the Immortal Sword is captured by them, I will lose face.

If the Immortal Sword is allowed to go, it can only be regarded as fate.

"Let him go......"

Everyone froze in place, and they all had endless doubts in their hearts.

Indeed, this is the stupidest option.

Now that the stakes are in place, they don't have to be like this at all!!

However, military orders are like mountains, and they cannot act according to their own will, and violating military orders is a felony of beheading.

"Get out of the way ......"

"Get out of the way ......"

After a long time, under the urging of the middle-aged general, those soldiers reluctantly made way for Lin Xuan.

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth raised, he stepped on the cold east wind, and slowly walked into the distance.

"General......

"The Immortal Sword has gone far...... How the hell are we supposed to be a good ......?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, he closed his heavy eyes, and a cloudy tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Not long since...... Suffered such a great humiliation......

......

A roll of bamboo slips, a feather fan, and an ancient mat.

In this very simple room sat a white-clad scribe.

He frowned, intently reading the bamboo book in his hand, and from time to time let out a heavy coughing sound.

Flickering candles flickered, reflecting his emaciated figure against the dimly lit walls.

He was draped in a thick snow-white robe, and his long hair, half black and half white, was scattered over his shoulders.

At first glance, this person is good-looking and has an outstanding temperament. A pair of eyes are quiet and waveless, revealing the vicissitudes of life.

The early winter wind blew through his pale mane and blew his robe fiercely.

The white-clothed scribe silently looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and occasionally took a sip of the strong tea on the desk.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

"Ahem, ahem!"

He felt as if something was blocked in his chest, and he kept coughing.

"Mr. Zhuge , the medicine is here!"

The servant outside the house ran in with an anxious face, holding a porcelain bowl filled with steaming potions.

Listening to the coughing sound of the middle-aged scribe, his mood was a little heavy.

The man in front of him had a very high reputation in the army, and even Marshal Murong had to call Mr. Zhuge respectfully when he saw him.

And everyone in the world says that he is so wise and close to the demon that he has no last resort.

This person can be regarded as an outlier under Marshal Murong, because almost all of Marshal Murong's subordinates are fierce generals who can defeat one against ten, only he is different.

He is a powerless scholar and an ordinary person who is weak, but he is the person Marshal Murong relies on the most.

Zhuge Kongliang cultivated in Xiliang when he was young, and often boasted that he was a capable minister who ruled the world.

Others asked him to take the test to prove this, but he didn't care about it.

After a long time, everyone only thought it was a joke.

When Marshal Murong became famous all over the world, he was just a country man.

By chance, they made a bet that Zhuge Kong Liang would earn a cart of gold within three months with one thousand taels of silver borrowed from Marshal Murong.

If this bet is won by Zhuge Kong Liang, Marshal Murong will see him as a disciple.

If Marshal Murong wins, Zhuge Kongliang will be his military advisor and loyal to him.

The people of the world were puzzled when they knew about this, they didn't understand why Zhuge Kongliang could let Marshal Murong treat him like this.

That day......

The white-clothed scribe drove nine carriages in front of Marshal Murong's army.

In less than three months, he not only earned enough money for one carload of gold, but also made eight more cars!!

Marshal Murong's face was full of shock, while the rest of the people had already lost their voices and shouted.

After that, Marshal Murong served Zhuge Kongliang as a disciple, and promised to be a high-ranking official, and even made nearly 500,000 soldiers and horses under his command obey him.

The opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step was in front of him, but Zhuge Kongliang declined lightly, and gave Marshal Murong nine cars of gold as a gift.

He brushed his sleeves and left, Marshal Murong showed reluctance, and more than 500,000 soldiers were full of horror.

At that moment, Zhuge Kongliang's unbeatable demeanor is difficult to describe in words.

In the following year, Marshal Murong personally rushed to Zhuge Kongliang's home to ask him for help.

I went a total of thirteen times before and after to get Zhuge Kongliang's consent.

He received 500 catties of gold, 1,000 catties of silver, 50 million catties of money, and 1,000 horses, and was appointed as a general.

In just seven months, all the rebellions in Mobei, Nanman, and Northern Liang Dazhou turned into a joke under the iron cavalry of Marshal Murong.

Marshal Murong himself is a rare peerless general, and the tiger and wolf army under him has a reputation for being invincible. With a military advisor like Zhuge Kongliang, it is even more powerful.

Zhuge Kongliang is good at calculation and speculation, well aware of the trend of rigidity and softness, unique wisdom through the sky, and profound learning. There are countless tricks used, and there has never been a miscalculation.

Marshal Murong is brave and unparalleled, half of his power in the world is earned by himself and his iron cavalry, and the other half is by Zhuge Kong Liang.

In other words, getting Zhuge Kong Liang alone is equivalent to getting hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers.

What's more, as long as he gets Zhuge Kongliang's heartheart, Marshal Murong will no longer be able to continue the courage of the year.

In this way, this feared army gradually became a legend.