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When the number of people in the Xiao Cavalry Battalion changed from three thousand to three hundred, Wei Ziyun and the four of them had already had to make a move. Because they just can't wait for a better opportunity.

More than ten years of royal worship has formed a shackle, and no one can harvest everything in vain. If there is gain, there must be pay.

The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, it is a glorious night, a legendary night. The sun on the second day must be very sweet and beautiful, but unfortunately, Wei Ziyun and the four of them can't wait for that moment anymore!

"The night rain in Xiaoxiang is sad......"

The sword light is flying, it is the sword light of the Xiaoxiang swordsman Wei Ziyun.

Fast, lightning is generally fast, except for Wei Ziyun, the other three people didn't even have time to show their life skills. Jiang Feng's figure suddenly came to the four of them.

Still, everything seems to have come to a standstill.

From extreme stillness to extreme movement, an irresistible force came. Pure power, beyond all changes and techniques, in an instant, the figures of the four people have been irresistibly flying upside down.

"Xiao Cavalry Battalion, kill!"

I don't know when, I don't know if it's one person, or many people, the three hundred last sergeants of the cavalry battalion have been killed together.

Like a moth to a fire, it keeps coming towards the river wind.

The vigorous, whirring wind, as if it was about to condense into substance. At this time, Jiang Feng seemed to have turned into a meat grinder, and all the soldiers of the cavalry battalion who dared to approach him had lost their lives.

One charge, three hundred people, more than two hundred people turned into cold corpses one after another in the energy around Jiang Feng's body.

With less than a hundred people, Jiang Feng still walked towards the south study step by step.

"Xiao Cavalry Battalion, kill!"

A reunion without hesitation, this time, none of them died at the hands of Paoze. The tremendous force brought by the invisible energy around Jiang Feng's body easily turned them into rag pockets, and they flew out one by one as if they were dumplings.

Jiang Feng was still walking, and he was probably less than seven steps away from the south study.

Six, five, four, three......

Suddenly, Jiang Feng heard a faint voice again, "Second Tiger!"

The voice was made by a rather burly man, and the two tigers he was talking about, although they were tall, they were very thin and tight.

Jiang Feng had suddenly stopped, he turned around and waited quietly.

The man was now missing an arm, and the sharp force that seemed to swing a sword shattered his arm. This may be the reason why he survived.

"Brother Qiang!"

Erhu's chest was already stained red with a patch of blood, and he was different from ordinary people, because his heart grew on the right, not the left.

"Erhu, are you afraid?"

"Brother Qiang, is there a bad breed in the Xiaoqi camp who is afraid of death?"

"Good!"

Brother Qiang staggered to the place where Shuai Qi was lying, the flag was in the people, and what Shuai Qi pointed to was the direction of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion Peak.

The black flags, the big golden letters, but the blood, had dyed them all a kind of bewitching black.

The banner was in the wind, the hunt was ringing, and the two figures stood alone below.

"Xiao Cavalry Battalion, kill!"

Although there are only two people, the loud voice is far above the thousands of troops.

It wasn't an ordinary voice, it was a cry from the soul, and the eternal soul of the army.

The speed of the two is not fast, step by step, but they are firm and calm.

When the distance from Jiang Feng reached a zhang, the two couldn't help but think of all the horrors that happened tonight. It was as if they were not confronted with a single person, but with a demon, a demon from hell.

He is tireless, and there is not the slightest hint of exhaustion and slackness. No matter how much blood and how many lives the cavalry camp pays, it can't shake it.

The final charge, this is the glory, the glory of the cavalry battalion whose banner never falls.

"A sword asks for life, a sword talks about death, a sword cuts through the yin and yang road, and the sword kills who is the enemy?"

With empty eyes, the figures of the two have been eternally frozen here. The banner of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion is still standing there, but the Xiao Cavalry Battalion has still become a thing of the past.

"Holy Lord, the entire cavalry battalion has been wiped out......"

Wang An's voice was already trembling with an uncontrollable tremble.

"Squeak ......"

The sound of a long series of doors opening sounded, although Wei Ziyun and the four of them had already opened four large gaps in the wall and window of the south study.

But Jiang Feng still opened the door and walked in from outside. Because the door was originally reserved for people to walk.

The first rays of dawn in the morning were reflected, and the banners of the cavalry camp outside were hunting. The sergeants of the cavalry battalion all over the ground seemed to have been plated with a ray of golden light.

The sunlight shining obliquely in was a little dazzling, and Wang An's eyes looking at Jiang Feng couldn't help but cover them. Because behind the river breeze, it is the light of ten thousand zhang.

"Mirror Master Jiang Feng?"

Jiang Feng didn't answer, but said lightly, "You can leave three last words for yourself!"

"Presumptuous, I am the son of today!"

At all times, the dignity of the emperor seems to be indismissible. Under the golden sunlight, there is a sense of imperial majesty.

"First sentence!"

Jiang Feng stood at the door and said lightly.

"Do you know that I am the son of heaven, and the whole world is not the king's land......"

He didn't have time to finish, Jiang Feng had already said coldly: "Second sentence!"

With the sound of "grid", the secret door around the south study slid open, and four people flashed out.

These four people are less than two feet tall, and their figures, appearances, and decorations are exactly the same.

Especially their faces, with small eyes, big noses, and bulging heads, look indescribably funny.

But the sword in their hand is not ridiculous at all. The one-foot-seven-inch long sword, the blue light flashed, the cold was pressing, two people used double swords, one person used a single sword, and the seven swords flashed in the air, like a sky full of stars and rain, so bright that people's eyes couldn't open.

However, even if you can't open your eyes, you should be able to recognize these four people Yunmen Mountain, Qixingtang, and the Yu brothers of Feiyu Castle.

The four brothers were born of one child, although they are not tall, their swordsmanship is extremely high, especially the four brothers, they have the same heart, and the four of them join forces to display their family heirloom Flying Fish Seven Star Sword, in the seven sword formations under the whole world, although they cannot be ranked first, there are not many people who can break them for a while.

Not only are their swordsmanship weird, but their temperament is even more avoidant, and they didn't expect to be recruited to Da Nei and become the emperor's personal guards.

It's a pity that the next moment, when the figures of the four people approached Jiang Feng. Suddenly, Jiang Feng's figure seemed to evaporate out of thin air.

The sound of the short sword falling to the ground came, the swords of the Yu brothers were broken, and the people of the Yu brothers had all fallen.

"Say the last word!"

Jiang Feng was still standing there and said lightly.

Dawn, light, wind, cold!(To be continued.) )