With a cold snort, the owner of the withered palm tore through the void and stepped out.

Green robe and blue hair, withered face, very thin figure.

This is a master, Wei Congrong stumbled up from the ground, he looked at the green-robed old man, and his body was cold.

I wanted to retreat, but my legs and feet didn't listen to the call, and I couldn't move.

Wei San waved his hand to signal the brothers behind him to be on guard, and immediately, he jumped forward and grabbed Wei Congrong, put one hand on his wrist, and his mind couldn't help sinking.

This green-robed and blue-haired stranger made a very vicious move, and right now, Wei Congrong's internal organs were all shocked by that palm.

If it weren't for wearing a heart armor, I am afraid that this injury would be even more serious.

Wei San took a deep look at the green-robed stranger, and then looked at the young man in the brocade robe, he didn't speak, he took out a bottle of pill from his arms and poured out one for Wei Congrong to feed, and then carefully picked him up, carried him behind him, and slowly retreated step by step.

"Wait. The brocade-robed boy smiled lightly, then his eyes were cold, and he stared at Wei Sandao: "I said, let you go?"

"I know the rules!"

Wei Congrong was not convinced, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wei San stretching out his hand, he entrusted his young man who regarded him as his own to a Hongchen swordsman who caught up with him, and then turned to look at the brocade-robed boy and said softly.

"Monkey!" Wei San shouted at one of the swordsmen guarding his side.

"Third brother?"

"Lend me a knife!"

The young swordsman who was not tall and thin was stunned, he didn't speak, and silently took out the short knife on his waist and handed it to the third brother.

Wei San laughed with the short knife in his hand, and then his face turned pale, and he flipped the blade and stabbed him in the back of his chest.

"Third brother, don't!" everyone shouted, Wei Congrong's eyes were about to split, and he was about to break free from the swordsman who was holding him with a loud shout, but he was hit on the neck by the latter's palm and fell asleep.

The rules of the rivers and lakes, three knives and six holes, all grievances are eliminated.

Wei San gritted his teeth and stabbed himself in the chest one by one, stabbing a total of three times, the front and back were transparent, revealing three blood holes.

Scarlet blood trickled down Wei San's robe and dripped onto the ground, staining the dirt with a touch of bright red.

The swordsmen present were all moved, even the green-robed strange man who had just suddenly appeared was quite touched, and couldn't help but glance at this man who was not tall.

"Can we go?" Wei San asked, dropping the knife, ignoring the bleeding wound and staring at the brocade-robed boy.

The brocade-robed boy looked at Wei San with a pair of cold eyes, and he realized that there was a sinister aura on the body of this Hongchen guest at the bottom of the Southern Regions.

This kind of evil aura can only be sharpened in the real dead pile, and only veterans of a hundred battles are qualified to possess it.

He had the heart to investigate, and if he could take this Red Dust Swordsman for his own use, it would undoubtedly be good.

Although he is a group of fish swimming at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, for him who is good at layout, if he uses it well, he will naturally be able to stir up a storm on the land of the Southern Regions.

This trip to the Southern Regions had a big plan, and the people he brought were slaughtered by Jiang Ye, who had damned ten thousand times, and now he couldn't help but surrender when he saw Wei San, who was full of evil energy.

It's just that at this moment, this brocade-robed boy has no time to take care of too much, so he has gained a lot from the hidden teahouse.

Xuan Zhiqiu's little girly skin ran downstairs alone for some reason, without the protection of the Gu slave, this great opportunity naturally could not be missed, Yao Xian hit it with a cold blow, and did not give Xuan Zhiqiu a chance to resist and ask for help.

just walked out of the gate of the teahouse, but I saw that the subordinates who were supposed to be hidden in the dark to answer them were actually destroyed by someone, leaving an iron mask and becoming a waste.

He was originally in a good mood, but his heart couldn't help but feel cold when he saw Tie Mian, and when he heard the words of this subordinate whose cultivation had been abolished but was the most loyal to him for Jiang Ye, his heart was half colder.

What he is trying to do this time in the Southern Regions is not just the little county lord of the Demon Palace that day, the plan is very big, if it can be done, the new emperor of Dayu will definitely be able to add a lot of color to him in the future.

It is undeniable that Yao Xian is ambitious, and his ambition is not small, what he wants is the supreme position of the Central Domain.

Right now, some people regard him as the whetstone of the Jiang family's little sin in the Southern Regions, how can he endure it, reward him with healing pills to Tie Mian, and tie up the little county lord of the Demon Palace that day, and he hurried out of the city.

In addition to arranging the elite commander of the Dayu Army, Tie Mian, the ninth commander of the Dayu Army, and his subordinates, he also invited the previous generation Zhi Ge Hou, who had already taken off his armor and cultivated in seclusion, to protect his descendants.

But he didn't expect that he had not been successful in his apprenticeship soon after he came to the Southern Regions, and all of this was disrupted by the third night of the Jiang family, and even the previous generation of Zhi Gehou, who had already broken through the innate and entered the Venerable Realm, was not spared from dying under Jiang Ye's hands.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but panic a little.

After all, no matter how powerful this person's cultivation is, how high his status is, there will still be people or things that he is feared and feared more or less.

Obviously, although Yao Xian didn't say it, he was really jealous of the third night of the Jiang family in his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have hurried out of the city to find the protector who had been secretly arranged by his father to follow and protect him all the way.

"Wait!"

Yao Xian stared at Wei San's departing figure of Hongchen with swordsmen and was silent, thought about it, seemed to have finally made up his mind, and shouted in a deep voice.

The green-robed strange man moved like the wind, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust to block the way of the swordsmen.

"What?" Wei San was a veteran of a hundred battles who had seen a big scene and passed through a big killing array, although the road was blocked, he was not panicked, supported by the two brothers beside him, his face was a little pale, he straightened his waist, let himself stand more straight, and stared at the brocade-robed boy with his eyes and asked.

"I see that you and your brothers are very brave and cultivated, I wonder if you are willing to surrender to me?" Yao Xian took two steps forward, chuckled twice, and then asked slowly.

"I'm not interested!" Wei San said softly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then laughed: "It can be seen that Gongzi is sincere, but this person is humane, ghosts have ghost roads, Gongzi is the master of that person, and we are just some wandering ghosts, the so-called roads are different, and we don't conspire with each other!"

"I'm good at everything, but I hate being rejected. Yao Xian's eyes turned cold, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked softly at Wei San: "I ask you one last time, surrender or die." ”

The green robe was full of momentum, and pressed towards Wei San and the other swordsmen, not angry and self-threatening, and the knees of the swordsmen who were weaker in cultivation were weak, and they fell down involuntarily, but they were so pressed by this momentum that they couldn't raise their heads.

Wei San's complexion changed, he was not lightly injured, and at this time he was standing at the forefront, although his cultivation was the strongest among the brothers, but the oppression was also the greatest, his body shook and was tightly supported by the two brothers on the left and right, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from falling.

Tap, tap.

In the midst of the confrontation, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and when everyone turned around, they saw a good horse as black as ink and without any variegated color appeared at the end of the road.

Sitting on horseback was a middle-aged man dressed in a silver coat.

Under the silver coat was wrapped in an ink-colored cold iron battle suit with bursts of coldness, and on both sides of the saddle were draped with a sword and a sword, the knife was like a crescent moon, and the sword was like an ink dragon, exuding a murderous aura.

I don't know if the middle-aged man was intentional or unintentional, the cold murderous aura on the sword surged out like a substance, colliding with the chilling momentum of the green robe, and the originally incomparably chilling momentum was actually collapsed at the touch of a button.

"General?!" Wei San couldn't help but shout when he saw the faces of the people who came over, his eyes blurred, and he wanted to cry.

"Jiang Ye?" The brocade-robed boy took a half step back, staring at the middle-aged man on horseback, his mind sank.

The middle-aged man on horseback was not very tall, but his body was very straight, and he had a slight beard under his chin.

He didn't care how jealous and gritted his teeth were for the brocade-robed boy, stared at Wei San quietly for a long time, and then chuckled and said, "After so many years, I didn't expect to hear Captain Wei call me a general." ”

Wei San, who had just straightened his waist and was reluctant to kneel down, suddenly knelt down, knelt on one knee, beat his chest with his right hand, his lips trembled and choked: "The former captain of the Black Nightmare Army, Wei Wushu, meet the general!"

Wei Wushu, is Wei San's real name, and he has not used it all these years.

"Veteran of the Black Nightmare Army, Wang Shi, see the general!"

"Flame Iron Cavalry Former Lieutenant of Fengche, Li Kang, see General!"

"Captain of the front gate of the Fish Dragon Battalion of the Great Xia Border Army, Shi Xu, see the general!"

Behind Wei San, a group of red dust with swordsmen, among the few people who could still hold on to the momentum of the green robe, three more people fell to their knees, knelt on one knee, beat their chests with their right hands, and saluted excitedly to the man on horseback.

A veteran of a hundred battles meets the old master.

This kneeling, kneeling willingly.

Jiang Ye looked at these old soldiers, turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee to help a few people up, and said softly: "Don't be like this, my military boy, kneel down to heaven and earth, bow down to your parents, Jiang Ye is not worthy of such a big gift from your brothers." ”

Border and border troops, alternate rotations, new soldiers and old soldiers, not to mention millions.

In the early years, when Jiang Yeshuang Shihua took over the heavy burden of the eight generations of Zhenbian soldiers, such as Wei San, such as those Hongchen swordsmen who knelt down one after another, these veterans of a hundred battles were still recruits.

After decades of war, generals died in hundreds of battles, soldiers, and the highest honor is to live on the battlefield and die on the battlefield.

Being able to retire from the army alive is the honor of Wei San and others, and it is also their misfortune.

Among the millions of border troops in the border area, there are three strongmen who are the strongest, and all of them are the elite of the elite.

The three thousand Ink Armor Black Nightmare Army is one of these three strong soldiers.

And Wei San was one of them, and his military rank was not low, he was a real lieutenant with real power, commanding three hundred Black Nightmare Cavalry, and he used his body to block arrows for Jiang Ye when he was fighting in the wilderness, if he hadn't violated military regulations later and was forced to retire.

Now, he has to be a partial cavalry commander.

After many years, Wei San, the former Wei Wushu and now the leader of the swordsmen, looked at Jiang Ye, who was holding him up on one knee in front of him.

When did the general in his old man's heart who used to be high-spirited and reprimanding Fang Xuan, there was a trace of white frost in his hair like ink.

This couldn't help but remind him of the last battle of the Dingding Wilderness, where the elite 80,000 wolves of the Grassland Wolf Court led by Lan Xiong, the first generation of male lords of the Grassland Wolf Court, poured out of the city, and the Ink Armor Black Nightmare Army fought with Jiang Ye and did not retreat.

Three thousand against eighty thousand, but Jiang Ye won.

At that time, the young Eight Generations Zhenbian Soldier Hou had long hair flying in the flames of war, black as ink, and the sword was invincible.

Behind him, like Wei San, there are 3,000 armor soldiers, all of whom feel that their generals should be so corrupt, and they will continue to be corrupt.

But I don't want to, ten years later, things have long been wrong, and even the general who is invincible in his mind has gray hair.

"All these years, it's been hard!" Jiang Ye patted Wei San on the shoulder and said softly: "My mistakes, but let you old brothers bear the blame for me, Jiang Ye is ashamed of you, I have been repenting every day all these years." ”

"General!"

At this moment, Wei San couldn't stop anymore.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and they all said that this man didn't flick when he had tears, but even the old soldier who had always bled without tears in a hundred battles would still be sad.

"This is?" Jiang Ye was holding him, and when he saw the mottled blood stain on Wei San's chest and the wound that still had blood stains oozing out although it was simply bandaged, he couldn't help frowning slightly and asked.

"It's not in the way, the grievances of the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes. Wei San, who had regained his composure, was full of tears, but said with a smile: "Compared with the injuries we had on the battlefield at the beginning, these can only be regarded as skin injuries. ”

"Peace of mind. Jiang Ye patted Wei San on the shoulder and said with a chuckle, then turned around, a majestic momentum came out of his body, a pair of eagle-like eyes opened and closed without anger and self-authority, staring at Yao Xian and asking, "It's you, did it?"