The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is strong.

Artemisia grass, which is more than a person tall from the plain, rolls like golden wheat waves, and the rivers and lakes that crisscross the country glitter beautifully in the morning light.

A deafening sound of golden drums and horns rolled from east to west like thunder, and the birds and beasts fled in a hurry from the plain.

On the horizon in the distance, under the rising red sun, a man and a rider were chasing the startled birds and beasts at a gallop.

Dozens of feet behind him, hundreds of knights in bright armor and majestic armor crossed the horizon like a black tide, and the rumbling hooves shook the mountains and shook the sky.

The general chatted about the boyish madness, the left led Huang, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat mink Qiu, and the thousand horsemen rolled Pinggang.

Xiang Yi urged the dark cloud covered snow horse under his crotch to gallop on the endless grassland, and the black daqi flew behind him like a banner, leading the direction of the samurai.

This is the closest Dachu royal hunting ground to the Holy Capital City, located at the northern foot of the Burning Gold Mountain forty miles north of the city.

Almost every ten days, Xiang Yi would come here to hunt. Compared with the hares and antelopes that can be seen everywhere in the mountains, he prefers to hunt and kill jackals and wild boars, just like although he has been the emperor for more than 20 years, he is most proud of the eventful years when he unveiled the rod against Qin and conquered the world.

It's a pity that the four seas have been peaceful for a long time, and now there is very little place for him to go out on a horse to conquer the peace.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the long-lost battlefield, and he rode forward bravely, and the arrows were like lightning.

Thousands of tigers were far behind, always keeping a distance within eye distance, but no one dared to catch up and disturb Xiang Yi's hunting.

Of course, they weren't worried that anyone would eat the bear's heart and swallow the leopard's daring to be unfavorable to Xiang Yi. As early as more than 20 years ago, Xiang Yi had the reputation of "Overlord", and he fought more than 100 battles since Jiangzuo, and he would take the lead in sweeping thousands of troops in each battle, and he had never tasted defeat.

So he looked down on the cautious Ji Tianquan very much, and the person Ji Tianquan hated the most was Xiang Yi.

However, it was these two men who were not eye-to-eye who joined forces to overthrow the thousand-year-old rule of the demon race, and now the south and the north have divided the world equally.

"Whew!"

Xiang Yi's arrow was not missing, and another arrow shot out and took down a wild wolf.

He didn't even look at the wolf's carcass, but rushed forward with his legs between the horse's belly, and chased after a herd of fleeing bison.

Suddenly, the herd of bison running desperately in front of them parted like a river, gradually revealing a young man standing still.

This young man was ordinary-looking, dressed as a Chu Di scholar, and the only thing that could attract the slightest attention was a black knife case on his back.

He stood straight like a mainstay in the swaying artemisia grass, and the bison in front of him was somehow not within three feet, as if intimidated and pulled by some invisible force, and could not help but take a detour, far away from this strange young man.

A cold light flashed in Xiang Yi's eyes, and he turned a blind eye to the young man, and the dark clouds covered the snow and kept accelerating forward.

You must know that the entire royal hunting ground that originally belonged to the Great Chu royal family was strictly forbidden to enter without permission, even the princes and ministers, let alone ordinary Li Shu.

The young man is either trying to get in the way and challenge himself in order to become famous, or he is trying to win his admiration by pretending to be amazing. Either way, in Xiang Yi's eyes, he was just a boring clown.

So he didn't mean to ask at all, if the young man on the opposite side got out of the way, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and he had the tiger guard behind him to deal with it. But if he wanted to get in the way, Xiang Yi didn't mind letting the iron hooves of the clouds and snow step over the young man's body.

In an instant, the distance between the two of them quickly narrowed, and the dark clouds covered the snow like a black thunderbolt and crashed straight towards the young man!

Xiang Yi sat on his horse and did not move, he wanted to see if this young man would give way when he was dying.

The young man's expression was calm, and his clear eyes stared unblinkingly at the galloping dark clouds covering the snow.

On horseback, the man who dominated the country exuded a rebellious momentum from his bones, and it seemed that he would always have such a condescending and unruly spirit.

I saw that his face was like a crown of jade, as if the sword and axe of the years had failed to leave a trace on his face, and there was a pair of blue heavy pupils in the phoenix eyes, and the two slender lips under the straight nose bridge inadvertently turned up slightly, containing a wisp of ridicule and contempt.

The black daqi fluttered backwards with the wind, wrapped in a bright yellow brocade robe, and on the horseback hung a tiger head coil dragon halberd in the mighty sea, and the bright crescent blade faintly glowed with a faint blue light.

Looking at Xiang Yichi approaching, the young man immediately understood where the Qilin'er, who was known as the unborn genius of the Wu Clan, came from with his arrogant style.

But compared to Xiang Yi, he is still far behind.

Although I have heard it for a long time, seeing is believing after all.

There was a faint disappointment in the young man's heart, but he still stood still.

Immovable as a mountain, straight ahead of a black frenzy swept in!

He also wondered if the man on horseback would stop his mount at the last minute.

"Don't let you?"

The sarcasm on the corners of Xiang Yi's lips became stronger and stronger, did this little boy want to test his bottom line, how could he disappoint him?

"Herod—"

The dark clouds covered the snow and raised its front hooves high, and stepped down on the young man with lightning speed!

"Get out of the way!"

The young man's body leaned back slightly, his arms shook and lifted up, and the ten-fingered halberds in his hands were opened, gently and skillfully pushing on the horse's hooves, which was the "Douzhuan Style" in the Twelve Changes of the Heavenly Demon.

However, the impact of the dark clouds covering the snow is like a thunderbolt, and although the angle of the fire is perfect, the young man's hands are like a grasshopper shaking the tree.

Fortunately, the young man had expected it, and his body continued to fall backwards with the help of the force of pushing, and the ten fingers were like dancing elves under the rhythm of the limbs, constantly pushing upwards along the horse's hooves.

"Hmm-" Seeing that the front hooves covered with dark clouds and snow were about to step into the young man's chest, they were suddenly lifted up by a powerful force, and suddenly the hind hooves lifted up from the ground like a cloud.

The young man's feet were rooted in the earth, and his upper body stretched out like a lying bow, almost parallel to the ground.

He exhaled and raised his voice, grabbed the front hooves of the dark clouds and covered the snow with both hands, and threw the stars around, Xiang Yi and the people and horses swept in front of him, and the whole person was unharmed.

"Huh!" Xiang Yi snorted lightly, and jumped up from the saddle like a fly fighting a rabbit and punched the young man in front of the door.

His punches were unpretentious and unpretentious, without any tricks, just like a big gun, which was fierce and incomparable, wrapped in a roaring hurricane that suppressed the ten zhang square circle, blocking all the angles of the young man's dodge and escape, and he could only grit his teeth and carry this blow hard.

The young man was calm, his body suddenly flipped, his legs were raised upward, and he flew and kicked in one go, and with a snap of his fingers, he made seven "Zhenhai styles" with attacks and attacks.

"Bang bang bang-" The feet slammed into the iron fist of Xiang Yi like rain hitting plantains, and a series of muffled sounds of plum blossoms and bamboos exploded, and it felt like smashing eggs on stones.

There was a sharp pain on his toes, and the terrifying force of the shock made the meridians of his legs numb and boiling, but the opponent's fist became more and more vigorous and irresistible.

"Smack!" the young man's hands fell to the ground, pouring out all the accumulated fist power in his body.

"Click" The ground cracked in all directions in response to the sound, bursting straight cracks, like spiders' tentacles densely extending in all directions.

Rao was like this, the young man's figure was still involuntarily shocked and retreated, and his hands cut through the lush artemisia grass like an iron plow, making two deep marks on the ground.

"Bang bang bang-" There were seven more punches and kicks, and in the blink of an eye, the young man's figure had withdrawn twenty feet away.

Xiang Yi followed like a shadow, and his iron fist was as steady as Taiyue's indestructible, approaching the young man's face inch by inch.

Suddenly, the young man's legs were folded together and he struck his fist like a straight whip.

"Bang!" Xiang Yi's iron fist trembled slightly, revealing a trace of stagnation that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

The young man's body relied on the rebound power of the volley of his legs, as if it had been thrown by a trebuchet, and it was like a bullet thrown by a trebuchet, and finally broke free from the opponent's fist.

Xiang Yi missed a move and did not pursue, and the person fell off his horse and sat firmly on the back of the dark cloud covered with snow.

At the same time, the figure of the young man was like a kite with a broken string floating backwards in the air, but he did not completely lose his balance after all, his legs bent slightly and fell on the artemisia blades, and then slid out for more than ten feet and slowly stood still.

His face was a little pale, the muscles of his legs trembled uncontrollably, and his hands and feet were numb, as if he had been smashed with a sledgehammer, but his body stood tall and not the slightest bit of panic and fear.

"There are assassins!" Xiang Yi galloped behind him, and the tiger and iron horses swarmed in, and the sword rattling was about to explode.

When he saw the passage more than thirty feet long ploughed out by the young man's hands on the ground, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's none of your business, stand back!" Xiang Yi looked at the young man and waved his hand to rebuke the tiger horseman.

"Obey!" the tiger rider replied with a bang, and quickly scattered in all directions, while besieging the young man and searching the artemisia grass for any other comrades.

Xiang Yi turned a blind eye to this, and said coldly to the young man: "I don't care who you are, why don't you kneel when you see me?"

The young man Ling Feng stood on the artemisia grass leaves, and while dredging the meridians, he smiled and said, "I didn't come to see you to kneel to you. ”

Xiang Yi said hesitantly: "You are so arrogant, you are not afraid of angering me, and the Yi Nine Clan will be full of people?"

The young man shook his head and said, "You won't." ”

Xiang Yi's gaze suddenly became sharp, and he heard the young man say quietly: "I'm not saying that you have the capacity to tolerate people. Maybe you can kill me, but I'm not afraid of you!"

Xiang Yi smiled proudly and said, "Boy, you are so young and bold that you dare to talk to me like this! Okay, I'll fulfill you!"

Ce Ma, Rush to Kill!(83 Chinese .com.)