This can already be said to be the ultimate respect for Ye Lengleng, and even a request to lose the majesty of Wu Yue's sword pool. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those senior brothers from Wu Yue Jianchi were dumbfounded, they couldn't understand why the senior brothers, who had always had a high prestige, were so groveling at this time, and couldn't help but shout with red faces:

"Senior brother, why are you doing this!"

"When did our Wu Yue Jianchi ever whisper like this?"

"You...... Are you still the big brother I know?"

......

Xu Weiran listened to the words of his senior brothers, gritted his teeth angrily, these idiots don't use their brains, their own swords are held in their hands, what strength do they have to fight with others? He endured the anger in his heart, forced a smile and said coldly to the night: "My brothers are not sensible, and they don't mean to offend, I hope you can spare our lives!"

Compared with life, it is sometimes difficult to choose between dignity and life, but for a Tianjiao like Xu Weiran, it is obvious that he cherishes the value of life more, and to hell with this kind of thing. The short-term defeat is just to win more dignity in the future, and this trade-off seems to him to be very simple, and there is no need to hesitate at all.

Ye Lengleng was obviously a little surprised, didn't these Daozi saints from the family always love face and like to maintain the dignity of their own sect? Xu Weiran's decisiveness made her a little uncomfortable, but since they had already apologized, she should really make a decision.

Raising his sword and slashing out, Xu Weiran directly broke his arm and fled.

"Isn't it a little too ruthless?" Zhu Feng looked at Xu Weiran, who was fleeing with his broken arm, pursed the corners of his dry lips, and said with some trembling heart: "It's hard to imagine that a character like Xu Weiran would have such an embarrassing time!"

"Count him smart, otherwise he will be left with his life. ”

Ye Leng retracted his gaze coldly, looked back at Mei San Gongzi who was looking at the Qingzhu Ancient Sword in the distance, his eyes were full of disgust, and he directly flicked his fingers, and the Taijia Ancient Sword in Zhu Feng's hand was buzzing and trembling, and in an instant, he swept over the lonely ancient road.

Edgeworth.

Sitting in the light of the situation is enough to resist the sword.

Mei Sangongzi was trapped in Zhuang Xinyue's sword chessboard, the two of them were cultivators, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, just when Mei Sangongzi raised his sword, the whole world seemed to be suddenly silent, he trembled slightly, as if he felt an inexplicable crisis, but he didn't have time to react urgently.

The Taijia Ancient Sword passed directly through his chest.

Ding, as if something was broken, Mei Sangongzi escaped from the sword chessboard, his face was a little pale, his chest was already wet into blood, looking at the bronze mirror hanging on his chest, cold sweat flowed on his forehead, and his heart palpitated.

If it weren't for the Xuanhua Realm given by the family, he would probably have perished directly under the sword just now.

"Some of my peers have already taken pictures!"

"This kind of power is not even a cultivation of sitting at all, it's simply ......"

Mei Sangongzi didn't dare to stay for a long time, and directly performed the family exercises, and the whole person seemed to turn into green bamboo, and swept directly to the depths of the ancient road.

"Want to run?"

Ye Leng's cold eyes flashed cold, and he would not let him go, but just as he was about to run his vitality, the whole person directly spurted blood from his mouth and fell into a coma again.

......

......

August 15 is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival with a full moon.

The great court test of the Yingdu of Chu attracted the attention of the whole world, but who could notice that the calm night of the willows in this moon was not as calm as imagined.

The fishermen living in Qishui County, Nanshan County, were already carrying the big fish they had caught before it was dark, thinking about rushing home to reunite earlier, and the whole sea was full of dark silence, only the full moon on the horizon.

Lao Zhao Tou carried two pots of soju, hummed a little song, and enjoyed the moon by the river, perhaps because he had no children, no daughters, and no married old Zhao Tou, but he was afraid of such a day, so he had to run to the river every festival to get drunk.

It's just that it always feels a little weird today.

The old Zhao Tou, who has been fishing for decades, is full of doubts and puzzles in the face of today's calm river, usually at this time there are always schools of fish jumping on the surface of the sea, and in the moonlight it is as magnificent as a carp jumping over the dragon gate, which is why he always comes here.

But today this prayer water is a little too calm......

Old Zhao shook his head, the sea breeze woke him up, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the coast in the distance, and slowly the old face full of wrinkles revealed a frightened and terrifying expression, as if he had encountered something big, his chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn't help but shout in horror:

"Come on, Qin ......"

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, a cold arrow shot directly through his head, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, his flesh and blood blurred.

The moonlight fell, illuminating his corpse.

But then a huge shadow shrouded in, as if covering the sky and the sun, and the entire riverbank gradually darkened. A pair of military boots stepped across the riverbank, and also stepped on the flesh and blood of Lao Zhaotou, with a neat and restrained pace, mighty like a tide.

If you look down from mid-air at this time, you will be shocked to find that the entire bank of the Qishui River has been piled up with more than 500 meters high battle armor ships, and samurai in ink-colored armor, holding spears and machetes, are gathering towards the shore in an orderly manner.

"General Meng, the Pingyang soldiers have been assembled!" The young general in dark armor looked at the middle-aged general in front of him, his eyes were full of awe, and he said solemnly: "The golden iron cavalry will also be assembled immediately, please give the general an order!"

"There's no need to waste time, there's no need to hide, now that you're here, don't be afraid to let them find out. ”

General Meng is dressed in golden armor, this kind of brilliant armor is definitely not the first choice for generals on the battlefield, which means that it is easy to attract hatred if it is too eye-catching, but for the golden iron cavalry of the empire, this is like the existence of a god's mansion.

Because this is the leader of the Golden Iron Cavalry - Meng Tian.

He frowned at the dark thick eyebrows, and the whole person exuded a cold momentum, like a lion bathed in blood in the jungle, looking up at the vast mountains in the distance, and said in a cold voice: "Hit Luocang Mountain with all your strength, anyone who stands in the way ......"

"No mercy!"

The whole army marching in the night, like a violent tiger, swept across the river bank and sailed into the depths of the dense jungle, marching at such a speed that anything that stood in its way was annihilated by the light of the sword.

It's just that what is really shocking is the iron cavalry that looks like a golden river in the night, the mighty and powerful iron cavalry like a fierce tiger, although there are less than 3,000 people, but the strong and domineering momentum, the heavy iron cavalry can crush the mountains and rivers.

Different from Hong Wuwei of Chu State, the handsome flag of this army was not the black gold of Chu State, but the Qinzi King Banner full of blood-red killing.

Daqin. (To be continued.) )