Great practitioners are not allowed to intervene in wars.

It's an iron law.

In the Qijiang Agreement of the Spring and Autumn Period, there were clear stipulations, so neither Lin Blind nor An Yunchang of Lanling City, nor the sword lord in Fengting City could personally intervene in the war.

The lethal power of the Great Cultivator is a disaster for the creatures on the battlefield, when the Great Cultivator of one side violates the rules and makes a move, then the war in the entire region will become a wrestle between the Great Cultivators of the two sides, and all of them will become a foil.

Therefore, Yi Shaoran has been suppressing his cultivation, and he is only one step away from the grandmaster, but he has always stopped at the boundary of the nine grades.

With his current cultivation, except for the female king of Hades in the Northern Wei Dynasty, it is impossible for anyone to stop him, even if the hole cards of the palace will be exhausted, he can retreat with his whole body.

He holds Liutao, which is Qi Liang's sharpest sword.

......

......

Smoke and dust flew all around, and his eyes swept over, there were a total of twenty-seven white horses, and the soldiers on the horses were covered with white armor, and their eyes were fierce, slashing and killing all the way, rampage, and their combat power was amazing...... This is the most prestigious "wolf ride" in the Southern Regions of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

Yi Shaoran didn't care about it, and pushed Liu Tao into the chest of the black-robed man with one hand, until the hilt of the sword was submerged, and the palm of his hand gently exerted force, sending it away with a heavy earthquake, his gaze locked on the middle-aged man.

"Wolf Ride...... Withdraw!"

Ning Feng's spear had been abandoned, the light armor of the crossbowman he was wearing was torn apart, his linen robe was torn, and he got up from the ground, Zhang Wenyuan rode over and pulled him over on the horse.

The horse's hooves are like thunder –

Yi Shaoran's hand swept from top to bottom, and dozens of Liutao sword qi rotated behind his back, and the qi all over his body was like a boiling ocean in the Great Ding, hidden but not revealed.

The dust was noisy, and this green armor did not rush forward recklessly.

Tsubasa was very clear......

Now on the battlefield on the riverbank, the dragon boat of the negotiation was broken in two by a single shot, and the monstrous flames could be seen for miles away, and reinforcements would arrive soon.

Yi Shaoran was not afraid of the wolf riders in front of him, for him, with the means of large-scale killing, even if all the eight hundred wolf riders of Sky Wolf City arrived, they were just ghosts under the sword.

What he fears is the proponent of these wolf riders.

The middle-aged man who was pulled onto the horse by the white robe of the wolf turned his head, his face was blank, and his whole body was as silent as a dead sea, but the shot that attacked him on the dragon boat before shook half of his body numb.

Yi Shaoran knew that Ning Feng's physique was extremely strong.

Even if you don't log in to Donkey Kong's physique, it's not far off.

In the face of a body refiner of this level, if his sword qi was exhausted, he would be beaten within three feet......

The flames burning above the green armor boiled even more.

After four or five breaths, Zhang Wenyuan had already pulled Ning Feng's sleeve away, turning into a black spot in the smoke and dust.

The speed of the wolf ride is extremely fast on land.

But can you compare yourself to yourself?

In the real pursuit, he could have plundered the armor alone, and killed them all on the way back to the city.

Yi Shaoran lowered his eyebrows and stared at the ground not far in front of him.

The black robe that was pushed to the ground by himself, was pierced by Liutao's sword qi, and he should have been a dead person, but he actually struggled to catch his breath, laughed unprecedentedly, and then staggered to his feet.

The black-robed man carried two big guns on his back, one gold and one silver, scorching and dazzling in the firelight.

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He got up with a laborious and slow movement, and he pulled out two large guns, the tips of which smashed to the ground, sparks and smoke and dust rising together.

Yi Shaoran noticed that the wound on the chest of the black-robed man that was penetrated by the sword qi was slowly healing, and it quickly scabbed over until it healed, and it only took dozens of breaths.

Yi Shaoran took a deep breath, and the sword qi rotating behind him slowly dispersed, like a peacock opening the screen.

The black robe grinned.

This is a fierce man.

A fierce man who is not afraid of death.

He dragged two spears, put them under his armpits, and began to run, the sparks of the two spears sneered on the ground, and a huge black shadow rushed into Liutao's sword qi with great speed.

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......

"Qi Liang has only one winged Shaoran, and the wolf rides ...... There is also only one master. ”

On the back of the bumpy horse, the white-robed Zhang Wenyuan carried Ning Feng's sleeves, his robe was soaked in blood, becoming viscous and heavy, the middle-aged man on his back breathed weakly, and on the noisy battlefield, the wolf rode like an arrow at this moment, and behind him, the sound of the prince's heart beating violently was like a war drum.

Meng Qi...... Is Meng Qi back?"

Ning Feng's voice was dry, he subconsciously hugged Zhang Wenyuan, his consciousness was still a little blurry, and the scene of the green light penetrating the black robe was vaguely in his mind.

It's so tiring.

It's so tiring.

From the defense line to Qijiang, the road was long.

defeated Wang Luo, who destroyed Qi Liang, stabbed Qi Shu with a shot, pierced an entire dragon ship, and attacked Yi Shaoran with a shot...... exhausted the strength of this man's whole body, he is not Yi Xiao, he has no lotus pond, no killing skills, rely on ...... It's just a lot of blood.

Now the last of the blood is gradually cooling.

There was chaos in my mind, and I subconsciously raised my head and saw that there seemed to be something crystal clear slowly falling in the dim sky.

That's when I realized...... It turned out that such a scorching battlefield was December.

Is it snow falling from the sky?

It's a little cold.

It's cold, it's cold......

Ning Feng's lips pursed, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

The repeated question was, is Meng Qi back?

I've asked dozens of times along the way.

Zhang Wenyuan's voice kept coming.

"He can't die ......"

"The ...... Who Can't Die"

"Lord Wang, Meng Qi can't die, his cheap life is stinky and hard, and he will catch up soon...... Let's go back to Sky Wolf City first and win this battle...... Lord, ha, there are still 200,000 people waiting for us in the city. Lord Wang, haha...... Lord Wang?"

Zhang Wenyuan turned his head and saw that the eyelids of the man on his back were uncontrollably heavy closing, his heart was half cold, and he was a little flustered, riding a horse with one hand, and holding the middle-aged man's waist with the other hand.

The white horse let out a long roar—

Even the people and horses broke through the dark wolf smoke, and there was a tragic scene in front of them, with pits all over the ground, arrow feathers on the corpses on the ground, and broken flames burning at the tail.

He had just tightened the cloth belt that bound the two of them, and came

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Before he could move his hand, he was shot in the shoulder by a strong crossbow, and the man who shot the crossbow arrow was so hard that he almost dragged him off, and even at the end of the crossbow arrow was a silk thread with excellent toughness—

A flash of sword light, one of the few wolf cavalry cavalry rushed through, cut the silk thread with a single sword, and then swept forward, slashing down with a heavy sword, smashing the head of the crossbowman who shot a powerful crossbow!

Zhang Wenyuan covered his shoulder with one hand and tried to pull out the arrow, but found that it was an inverted cross arrow, which penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, penetrating the shoulder, and the tip of the iron arrow had already blossomed, holding the flesh and blood.

"Fuck you!"

The horses were already whizzing by, and everything seemed to be in the past.

Zhang Wenyuan took a breath, he didn't have time to think, he pulled out the long knife on his waist, waved it mechanically, and at the moment of life and death, all the strength between the bones was squeezed out, constantly chopping, constantly chopping, and at some junctures when he couldn't avoid chopping continuously, there were always brothers who rushed up, for himself, and the man behind him, resisted the fatal blow, and then continued to rush forward.

From twenty, to ten.

And then to nothing.

Only yourself.

"!"

"Fuck you—"

"Kill, kill...... Get out of the way, give way to Lao Tzu, get out of the...... Get out of the way......"

Unconscious slashing, in the end, even the strength of clenching teeth was exhausted, and the whole body dried up, and there was no longer the slightest strength to squeeze out.

It turned out that on the battlefield, it was so difficult to move an inch.

Every step counts as a human life.

In the end.

There was silence.

There were no voices around.

It's like breaking through the armor tide.

Zhang Wenyuan's waist and abdomen were numb, he raised his head and looked at the snowflakes that rolled down at some point, burning with black smoke and red blood, with broken battle flag masts, covered with a layer of crimson crystals, broken limbs rolling to the ground, and broken scale armor......

It turns out that what we have arrived at now is only a battlefield that has ended, and soon someone will come to harvest human lives.

Zhang Wenyuan watched it for a long time.

He couldn't see Sky Wolf City.

The white-robed man smiled, and he read softly, "Lord Wang, do your best...... The road is too difficult to walk, why hasn't Meng Qi, the birdman, come back...... He must be lost, he is an idiot...... But that's fine. ”

Zhang Wenyuan lowered his head and asked self-deprecatingly, "This place ...... What's the difference with hell?"

So many years of fighting.

It was the worst he'd ever seen.

Most of the soldiers who fell to the ground were the armor soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the slaughter that was dumped on the one side proved how the soldiers of Qi Liang were advancing like a tide at this moment, and their morale was magnificent.

The white-robed man, who was extremely sleepy, removed the strip of cloth soaked in blood and sweat from his waist, and tied Ning Feng's sleeves to the horse's back.

He patted the horse's head and signaled that the white horse would leave, whether he could send the prince to the Heavenly Wolf City, at this moment, it was not something he could decide.

Zhang Wenyuan looked back.

He remembered the way he came.

Rush back now, won't you have time to save that idiot?

In the smoke and dust, he narrowed his eyes, where there seemed to be a large robe, swaying in the wind, slowly coming from the fog of war.

The man sighed.

"Saving two lives shouldn't be considered an exception, right?"

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