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A few miles away from the city, on an open meadow, the smoke of war was everywhere, and on the meadow, you could see corpses everywhere, screams, cries, and voices. A young man in a white silver armor armed with a spear slashed at fleeing enemy soldiers.

Half an hour later, the screams gradually ceased, and only the neighing of the horses and the laughter of the soldiers shouted loudly.

"General, Sengoku is out. Our army killed 1,500 of the enemy, lost 800 brethren, captured 500 horses, and did not count the grain, grass and armor. ”

The young man sighed slightly, and said: "The Qin State is really strong, and the Qin army is even more fierce and not afraid of death, even if there is an ambush in the body, it is not panicked, but regards death as home." It's really scary to be against such an opponent. "This man is stunningly beautiful, who is it if he is not Gu Xichao?

"The general does not have to increase the prestige of others, the general strategizes and wins a thousand miles. If it weren't for the presence of the general, our army would have won more than defeated the Qin army. ”

"Yes, when the general was not yet in the army, the bloody clothes were waiting for Lu to advance violently, and he was often attacked by the enemy, and I don't know how many brothers he lost. It's still a powerful general, which makes the Qin army majestic!" Gu Xichao said sincerely to the deputy general beside him.

But Gu Xichao couldn't be happy, the gap between the Han army and the Qin army could not be made up by a few small victories.

"Alright, pack your things, let's go back to the city. ”

As soon as he returned to the city, Gu Xichao was told that the bloody clothes were invited.

"The last general will meet the Hou Ye. I don't know what the Hou Ye summoned the last general?" Gu Xichao came to the main tent and bowed down to the main seat.

"General Qiqi, there is a messenger outside the tent who has come with a holy decree and asks the general to go and receive the decree. ”

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by a soldier.

"What a big shelf, what kind of court envoy, in South Korea, the general is the uncrowned king, who dares to put up a shelf in the barracks. Let's go, cherish the court, go and see who is so bold?" The bloody clothes were grinning, and he didn't see the chill that flashed in Gu Xichao's eyes, let alone the meaningful look.

Seeing the messenger, the bloody clothes waited and shouted directly, "Just say it, what does the holy decree say?"

Seeing that the bloody clothes were arrogant and unreasonable, the envoy was furious, but did not break out, but directly read out the holy decree: "The emperor blesses you, bless the great Han." Bloodied Waiter embezzled military salaries and resold military funds; Bloody-clothed Hou, who had been stationed on the South Korean border for many years, was incompetent and incompetent, and his corpse was fed, and he was now ordered to be escorted back to the capital and handed over to Lord Si Kou for trial. Those who violate the order can correct the law on the spot. ”

Hearing this, the bloody Hou was furious, and said: "Who slandered Ben Hou, and who issued the holy decree, Ben Hou is the general's person, who dares to detain me, do you? ”

"I dare!" Before Bloody Yihou could finish speaking, a ray of light struck Bloody Yihou directly. Bloody Yihou couldn't react when he heard this, and was directly cut by a small golden axe, and Bloody Yihou looked at the light, only to see Gu Xichao looking at him lightly.

"It's you, who are you?"

"If you have a chance to go to the Netherworld and ask your master, he will tell you. ”

"What? Could it be that the general also ・・・・・・" Before he finished speaking, he fell directly. A top master who is not inferior to Weizhuang is so fateful to Huangquan, and he will not be blinded by his death.

"Kill him, kill this traitor, and avenge Lord Hou. The blood-clad guard reacted and shouted loudly.

Bloody clothes have been stationed at the border for many years, and there are not a few die-hard soldiers. However, now that the Bloody Clothes have been conferred, some of the people who saw the wind and the Envoy knew that the Bloody Clothes were gone, and hurriedly joined the counterinsurgency team to show their loyalty.

Gu Xichao's generals who had been secretly wooing him for two years also hurriedly suppressed the rebellious army.

After all, the rebel army was leaderless, and with the prestige of Gu Xichao, it quickly suppressed the main rebel army. Although many people died, the long pain is better than the short pain, and it is the top priority to exterminate Ji Wuye's remnants in the army. Of course, the suppression of the rebellious army does not mean that Gu Xichao can sit back and relax, South Korea has accumulated shortcomings for many years, the army discipline is lax, and the military law is not strict, and it is not an overnight thing to catch up with the Qin State.

The reason why Han Fei put Gu Xichao in the army is that Gu Xichao's Divine Crying Axe can break the qi, which is just to restrain the domineering person who practices kung fu like Xueyihou. Second, Gu Xichao is versatile, but the art of war is the strongest, and after Ji Wuye was awarded the head, the army needed a strong general to lead the troops to resist the Qin State. In the past two years, everything Gu Xichao has done has obviously not disappointed Han Fei.

General's Palace.

At this time, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the momentum of the two continued to rise.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap. The wind roared, like ripples on the water, spreading and spreading in all directions.

"It's surprising that Gongzi has such a cultivation. However, if you want to deal with General Ben in this way, you are not qualified. Ji Wuye was a little surprised that Han Feixiu was a little surprised, but he was confident and never admitted defeat.

Han Fei didn't reply, the anti-scale sword in his hand moved with the wind, and a sword stabbed out lightly, as natural as flowing water.

This sword is in his hand, just like the axe in Lu Ban's hand and the pen in Xizhi's hand, which not only has life, but also aura.

To put it mildly, it is as good as it gets. Everything is so natural and free.

This is one of the "light" swords in "Eight Swords": Light Yarn Feiyan.

Light as a feather, dancing and dancing.

Ji Wuye's face gradually became solemn, this graceful figure like a dream, like dew and electricity, this sword that was as light as a feather, but contained endless killing intent, was the most beautiful sword Ji Wuye had ever seen in his life, and it was also the sword with the most murderous intent. I had heard before that the Great Ming Sword Saint Ye Gucheng Flying Immortal was the most beautiful swordsmanship, but when he saw Han Fei's swordsmanship today, Ji Wuye felt that the Flying Immortal outside the sky was nothing more than that.

Han Fei's sword came in an instant, Ji Wuye didn't have time to sigh, he slashed eight feet in his hand, turning the sword into a knife, like a knife splitting Huashan, its momentum was like a broken bamboo, like Mount Tai pressing the top. It's as if it's going to crush everything and destroy it.

If Han Fei's sword is light, then Ji Wuye's sword is bulky. Ji Wuye, who is born with divine power, pays attention to sword moves to break through skill, destroying withering and decaying, like a high-rise building, unstoppable.

"Ding"

The two swords clash, and they are separated with one touch.

The figures of the two are staggered, and the scales in Han Fei's hands have changed again, and the inky black sword is like a dark cloud covering the moon.

The sword stabbed out, beyond sight, beyond lightning. Simple, simple, this sword is the perfect combination of speed, strength, and accuracy.

A sword stabbed out, and there was silence. There was no noise, no breathing, and as far as the eye could see, there was only the remnant of the sword shadow.

Ji Wuye was frightened, and a storm rolled up in his heart. Because of this sword, he was not sure to catch it at all.

Just between this lightning and flint, Ji Wuye could only give up the hard connection and keep retreating.

However, Ji Wuye is not known for his speed, how can he compare to Han Fei's sword speed.

"Hmm" Ji Wuye leaned to the side and dodged the fatal kill of being stabbed in the throat, but a scar on his face was obvious. The cold aura of the sword was pressing, and the blood that was about to flow out was solidified, and it slowly flowed out after Han Fei was far away.

If one sword doesn't work, then another sword. Han Fei was unforgiving, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue, which was also this move.

Ji Wuye was depressed in his heart, he could obviously feel the direction of the sword, but his body couldn't keep up with his feelings. Soon, Ji Wuye was in danger, leaving a scar on his face, chest, arm, and thigh.

Ji Wuye was furious, looking at Han Fei's playful eyes, he felt that he was a doll, and then accompanied Han Fei to practice swords. When did anyone dare to use themselves to practice swords? Is it tolerable or unbearable, Ji Wuye's tiger body shook, and the eight-foot long sword in his hand swept away, forcing Han Fei away. Then he took the lead in the attack, completely abandoning the defense.

Han Fei was a sword, and secretly praised Ji Wuye in his heart for being rampant for many years, and he was extremely experienced in martial arts. knew that if he couldn't take the lead, the final outcome would only be consumed by Han Feisheng.

Abandoned the defense, and wanted to exchange injuries for injuries. Ji Wuye is so strong in practicing kung fu, how could Han Fei not know. Exchange injuries for injuries, and the value of perseverance will be Ji Wuye.

What a clever choice. Only, will I do what you want?

Han Fei's sword momentum changed again, and with one move of "mellow and unintentional", Ji Wuye's eight-foot traction drew a circle. Han Fei's sword moves are changing, flowing smoothly, without any holes, like an antelope hanging on its horns, and there is no trace to be found. Therefore, it is wonderful and exquisite, and it cannot be bored.

Ji Wuye didn't expect Han Fei's sword move, his arm felt a force pulling, Ji Wuye's footsteps were chaotic, and the momentum he had just accumulated poured down, and he didn't have time to do anything at all.

"What kind of sword move is this?" Ji Wuye looked at the calm and indifferent person in front of him, and Ji Wuye suddenly felt afraid.

"Want to know? ”

"You!

Ji Wuye forcibly shook Han Fei's reverse scales, at this time, Ji Wuye had already seen that this sword needed contact to have an effect, as long as he used his true qi to attach to the sword and shake Han Fei's reverse scales, he would not be pulled by the force.

It's just that it's easy to think, but it's hard to do. Besides, what would happen if this move was broken? How could Han Fei have no backhand.

"The night will fall, and the night will end. It's time for the game to end. Ji Wuye, take me a sword 'Allure City One Sword'" Looking at the sky gradually brightening, Han Fei already felt tasteless, and directly sacrificed the final evolution of the sword-breaking style in "Alluring City Sword Technique".