"Chopping the horse crossbow", the purple-faced man and the little guy of the Bai family were all shocked, "Could it be that Old Man Bai's seamless plan has been leaked?"

In this dynasty, only the Yang family's horse slashing crossbow can penetrate the soft armor so easily, and there is no way to imitate it.

This crossbow fires three arrows at a time.

"With the body as the body, the sandalwood as the bow, the iron as the stirrup gun head, the copper as the horse's face teeth, the hemp rope and silk as the string, shoot more than 540 steps, and still be able to enter the elm more than five feet", the strength is far greater than that of ordinary bows and arrows. A single crossbow shot can beat the three-layer heavy armor war horse in Cangbei to the heart, and a round of 100 people shoots a salvo "The rocks are all falling like powder". At that time, the black cavalry of Tiefu Khan, wearing three layers of animal skins, was forced to pierce through blood holes one by one, and pierced Yang to shoot fleas, which was extremely powerful.

Back then, the Cangbei Iron Cavalry suffered all the hardships of cutting horses and crossbows, but there was no way to imitate it. Because of the military order of the Beifu soldiers, once defeated, the horse crossbow could not be brought back, and it must be destroyed on the spot to prevent the enemy from copying.

This kind of weapon with great lethality has no right to be manufactured by the Dynasty Craftsman. The Craftsman Division also strictly prohibits folk blacksmiths from privately making crossbows, armor and other weapons. The horse crossbow craftsmen are all from the Beifu soldiers, and only the 1,200 Beifu soldiers from the Yang Mansion appointed by Emperor Shizu in the dynasty can be equipped with horse crossbows.

Looking at the dark shadow, the purple-faced man and the little guy of the Bai family breathed a sigh of relief. In the dark shadow, an old man with a rickety body and pale temples walked up to the front with a broken horse crossbow in his left hand and a large lance in his right hand.

"Pioneer Lieutenant of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, Geng ...... Geng Dali, see the young master", the old man put down the big lance in his hand, knelt on the ground and whimpered, he had not mentioned his name for a long time, he had forgotten it a little, and then coughed violently.

"Geng Daddy ......", Yang Ze stepped forward to help up the old man of Beifu, who was the first to kick the Wuhan camp in the old age of the wind and candle, thinking that Geng Dali was holding a large lance about six feet long, and the end of the rod was equipped with an oblong hammer, and there were eight rows of iron nails on the hammer, which resembled wolf teeth and was infinitely fierce.

"Haha, it's just a little bit, and someone dares to look down on the prestige of my Yang Mansion. The young master can rest assured, as long as Geng Dali has a breath of air, he will never let them take a step closer", the old fisherman looked up and laughed, and threw aside his damaged horse crossbow, which was the reward for his first kicking in the camp that year.

The old fisherman stood sideways, so majestic.

"Hmph, there's another thing that doesn't know whether it's dead or alive", the little man in Tsing Yi of the Bai family waved his hand, and dozens of reckless men pounced on him with a Pu knife.

The old fisherman greeted him, the big lance was whistling in the wind, mixed with the piercing sound of breaking the sky, the pine needles and pine towers around fell one after another, the big lance was enough to have the power of 10,000 catties under a beat, when the first few reckless men were immediately slapped with brains bursting, tendons were broken, and wailing came and went. The thick smell of blood wafted in the wind, and the old fisherman felt as if he had returned to the cruel and bloody battlefield, and the big lance in his hand added a little strength.

The little guy in Tsing Yi looked at the purple-faced man beside him.

The purple-faced man glanced at Geng Dali, who was surrounded in the center, took out the ghost head knife, and slashed at Yang Ze.

The ghost-headed knife envoy is coming, the knife wind is calm and powerful, it is really like a ghost crying wolf, destroying the stone and cracking the stele, Yang Ze feels that the top of his head is cold, and the opportunistic trick he has just made will never have a chance to use it again.

He didn't dare to take the dagger and dodge behind a pine tree on his left like a loach. Rao was like this, the outside of his right arm had been slashed with a ghost-headed knife, blood gushed out, and his back was soaked with sweat. The strength of this big man's arm was amazing, and the thick pine tree surrounded by the ghost head knife was cut down by force, and the old pine tree fell down violently. Fortunately, he didn't resist, otherwise he would have been knocked unconscious even if he didn't die.

"Young master, be careful", Qing Feng knew that he couldn't help at all, he saw that the young master was injured, and couldn't help but shout.

Dahan didn't give Yang Ze a chance to continue speaking at all, he handed out the ghost head knife one after another, and handed it over with one move, "sweeping thousands of troops" and "overlord toasting". Whirring sounds.

Yang Ze has "never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run" over the years, and he barely dodged it. His clothes were cut by the knife, and his abdomen and left arm were covered with blood.

However, the big man who surprised Yang Ze even more didn't seem to be accustomed to using knives, and his moves were a bit stiff, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

The most taboo thing in a fight is distraction.

The path was already narrow, and so many people gathered together, and several times, the scholar Qingfeng was almost hacked to death by the ghost head knife.

Yang Ze secretly regretted while hiding, how could he not study hard and learn the eight images of the martial artists who taught him the five great sword kings and the double swordsmen in the past to save his life.

He hid in Tibet, was in great embarrassment, and was gradually forced into a corner.

Yang Ze was not mistaken, the Han was not accustomed to using knives, and he was taboo to Yang Ze's Guanfeng, which was as sharp as clay. He had a gloomy face, smiled, and played with the embarrassed Yang Ze to his heart's content.

He didn't expect Yang Fu to look at the fair-skinned and weak young master who had secretly practiced martial arts, so many moves, Yang Ze did not show any horror before he died, he was secretly surprised in his heart, this young master Meng Lang did not seem to be what he imagined.

The big man's wrist sank, and he used a knife to make a sword, turning it into a sword move, and Yang Ze was immediately in danger and in a hurry. Yang Ze felt a gust of wind blowing pain on his face, and there were immediately more blood marks on his body.

Yang Ze was immediately at a disadvantage, his retreat in front of him and left and right was blocked, and there was no way back to retreat, and he was about to die in the blink of an eye.

Yang Ze gritted his teeth, raised the Guanfeng sword and stabbed the big man in the abdomen, wanting to lose both with the big man, and pulling the big man to pad his back if he died.

He now feels that if he has a halberd in his hand, he will at least make a profit, and the sword is too short, so he can only play the trick of breaking the net.

The big man sneered, his body retreated, urging the internal force, and the backhand ghost head knife blocked Guanfeng.

Yang Ze closed his eyes, "I won't poke a blood hole in your body this time."

The swords intersected, although Guanfeng was indestructible, but under the adhesion of the internal force of the big man, the ghost head knife did not break, but took Yang Ze up, fell heavily on the blue brick wall behind him, and collapsed. Yang Zeguanfeng took off his hand, threw it out, and sank into the ground.

Yang Ze felt a pain in his back, and his internal organs were like turning over a river and a sea, but he didn't hold back, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and Tsing Yi was stained red with blood. He struggled to get up from the ground, "Damn, I'm going to die standing and die."

At this time, the old fisherman's lance waved like the wind, and it had pierced the heads of dozens of reckless men, and the flesh and blood were flying all around, and the reckless men who had not yet died were holding their torn arms, holding their broken legs and stump arms, wailing and screaming, and coughing violently, his body trembled, and the big lance in his hand was naturally a little slower.

The little guy in Tsing Yi was a little impatient, he waved his hand, and the reckless men with bows on his back shot arrows all around, the yellow sand on the ground had already been soaked in blood, and the old fisherman and a few reckless men close to him immediately looked like hedgehogs, and their bodies were full of arrows.

"Dingguo Gong ......", the old fisherman barely stood up with a big lance, like the military flag fluttering in the wind on the battlefield, never falling. Turning his head to look at Jiangzhou City, a trace of regret flashed in his bloody eyes.

The young man in Tsing Yi took a simple knife from the hand of the reckless man beside him, stepped forward and stabbed the old fisherman through the old fisherman, and stabbed him in the heart.

"Fuck your mother's Dingguo Gong", the little guy in Tsing Yi kicked the old fisherman who had been dead for a long time to the ground, and the old fisherman shook a few times and fell to the ground.

"Daddy Geng......"

A gust of wind blew over the head of Jiangzhou City, and the black and oppressive dark clouds pressed on the Jiangzhou city wall, blocking the moonlight, and the water of the Tongou River was surging and roaring.

Yang Ze raised his eyes and looked, the rolling dark clouds rained heavily in an instant, and the fire in the city seemed to have been controlled.

The green robe on his body had already become fluttering in the wind, and his body was scarred and bloody, which was very terrifying in the dark night.

"Boom" thunder and lightning, the scholar Qingfeng could no longer care about his safety, he rushed forward, helped Yang Ze up, and pointed at the halberd angrily, no longer like the soft woman.

"Dog's rabbit cub, grandpa fought with you", Qing Feng watched the purple-faced man slash at Yang Ze. He gritted his teeth, jumped out, tried his best with all his strength, hugged the big man's waist, and pushed backwards with all his might.

Dahan was caught off guard, this scholar, who was still trembling just now, dared to stop him, he sneered twice, and Qingfeng didn't shake him for half a point.

Qing Feng hugged the big man and put his head on his stomach, trying hard to move him away and let Yang Ze escape from here.

The big man snorted coldly, and the ghost head knife slapped down on Qing Feng's back, slashing down.

Yang Ze couldn't care about the churning of his internal organs anymore, he picked up the Guanfeng Sword on the ground and stabbed at the Great Han, if the Great Han Ghost Head Knife fell, Yang Ze's Guanfeng Sword would pierce his right arm.

In a fit of rage, the blade deviated an inch, and while retreating, he forcibly cut off one of Qing Feng's arms. Originally, he slashed Qing Feng's head with this knife.

Then straightened his left leg, turned his right knee inward, and pressed his right foot against Qingfeng's body, kicking Qingfeng out.

Qingfeng's body smashed into Yang Ze's body, and the two of them flew out, breaking a pine tree with the thickness of a bowl, and pine needles fell like rain.

"Qingfeng", Yang Ze got up with a rolling belt, picked up Qingfeng, and blood gushed from the broken arm. He hugged Qingfeng and swayed. At that kick, Qingfeng suffered serious internal injuries to his internal organs. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, he opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, soaking a large piece of the green robe on Yang Ze's body.

Yang Ze wiped the spilled blood from his mouth while comforting him, "Feng'er, hold on, don't be afraid."

"Less...... Master, you're ...... Run, don't ...... Take care of me", Qing Feng gritted his teeth, and he was about to struggle to do it, wanting to push Yang Ze away and let Yang Ze escape quickly.

Just now, he didn't realize that one of his hands had been cut off, and at this moment he wanted to raise his hand to push Yang Ze away, but he always didn't react, he looked down and found that his left arm was gone, and the blood was not stopping, and the moss on the ground was infected with blood red, and the blood flowed down the moss gap and seeped into the soil.

He persisted for a long time, and Yang Zewu held himself and didn't leave. He couldn't hold on any longer, his chest heaving, his breath staggering, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although Qingfeng is a scholar, he has been inseparable since he was six years old, and although he is a master and servant, he is closer than a brother.

Qing Feng knew that Yang Ze would definitely not leave him alone, and two rows of boiling blood beads rolled down his somewhat pale face.

The prince is stubborn, the first day the scholar entered the palace, he stuffed his own red-nosed rat into Qingfeng's quilt, in the middle of the night, the scarlet rat with the tip of the nose crawled to Qingfeng's mouth and sniffed, Qingfeng was so frightened that he did not dare to sleep in the bed for several days.

Qingfeng did not defend the young master's "black cauldron", and was often punished and not allowed to eat. He squatted in the corner of the wall, biting his lip and secretly wiping away his tears, leaving a deep tooth mark on his snow-white skin.

At this time, Yang Ze would always take some candied fruits, crisp cakes and other things from the kitchen in time and put them in his arms.

Once, Yang Ze didn't find anything else to eat, so he took out half a braised pork leg and stuffed it into Qingfeng's arms. Then with his oily hands, he wiped his rolling tears, "Don't cry Feng'er, the young master will never treat you badly in the future, eat slowly."

Qing Feng wiped his oily face with his hand, "Young master, you have no conscience, wipe your hands with my face."

Yang Ze smiled, and ran away early.

Although Qing Feng was timid, he dared to save Yang Ze, a young master who was still righteous, with his life.

One year, Yang Ze had to jump into the Xieyue Lake to find the exit of some legend, Qingfeng stood on the shore and shouted for a long time but no one answered, the lake was as calm as a mirror, the waves were not alarmed, and there were koi fish surfacing on weekdays, and at the moment there was not even a blister, Qingfeng panicked.

He stomped his foot and jumped off, only then did he realize that he didn't know how to water. Qingfeng later told Yang Ze that he had drunk a large tank of lake water. Yang Ze didn't know how much water he drank, but in those months, Qing Feng vomited whenever he heard the Leaning Moon Lake.

"Qingfeng, I said that no one dared to say that water was second in Jiangzhou, why are you panicking?", looking at Qingfeng who woke up, Yang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, blinked his deep eyes and asked Qingfeng, who looked ignorant and touched his head. Yang Ze's water nature is excellent.

"Hehe", Qing Feng grabbed the wet corners of his clothes and smiled bitterly, "I actually just want to know that you haven't spoken for so long under the water, and you are not stuffy", Qing Feng's stomach turned over and over, and he looked helpless.

Later, he also learned badly with the young master. Let's run Jiangzhou Qinglou Qianyunxuan to peek at the annual Oiran Competition. But the worst luck is always Qingfeng. Once, he was mistaken for a woman by the turtle and almost died, and once he almost lost his life.

Yang Ze looked back at the thugs who were leaning on the side door of Qianyunxuan, holding his arms and smiling, and said fiercely, "Feng'er, after the crown ceremony, we will open the way with two hundred Beifu soldiers and enter from the main gate."

"Young Master", lying on the carriage, the grinning Qingfeng with pain all over his body, teary eyes, such a loving and righteous young master can't be found with a lantern, but he knows that the dynasty's laws strictly prohibit princes and ministers from entering and leaving the Qinglou, there is a bad world, even if it is an official Qinglou.

The prince of Dingguo went to the Qinglou, if he let the emperor know about it, he would not be impeached behind his back.

In fact, Yang Ze also knew it in his heart, but he couldn't swallow this breath.

In fact, Yang Ze also knew it in his heart, but he couldn't swallow this breath.

Yang Ze covered his broken arm, and blood continued to emerge from his fingers. When he saw Qingfeng crying, he hurriedly wiped him with his bloodstained hand, and the last thing he saw was Qingfeng crying since he was a child.

"Blue Point...... Don't cry, I'm here", Yang Ze was angry and thirsty, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips left a deep bloodstain.

"Young, young master, I, I will never have a chance to practice calligraphy with you, drink with you, go into the water with you, accompany you...", Qing Feng held Yang Ze's hand, trembling, "I, I want to drink, I'm good, cold, cold", his whole body gradually became cold, his blood coagulated and dried up, more blood kept gushing out of the corners of his mouth, and a whining sound came from his throat.

Yang Ze couldn't hear what he was saying, so he leaned on his lips and listened carefully. Qing Feng muttered repeatedly, gradually losing his breath, his eyes always looked at Yang Ze, and a tear stayed in his sockets and swirled to himself.

The purple-faced man led by the leader walked over slowly, lifted the ghost head knife, and the blood stained on the blade of the ghost head knife fell on Yang Ze's head drop by drop, and the rain had already mixed with the blood on the ground, and it was red.

Heaven and earth were killed, and rolling waves appeared on the dark clouds, but they were torn apart by a bolt of lightning, and no one could be seen within a few minutes.

At the moment, it seems that everything is still......

In Yang Ze's ears, there was only the sound of wind and rain......