The Wash Seal River represents the questioning of the entire military, and his strength naturally represents a level beyond the Seven Realms of the same level, but at this time, this cultivator who came out of the sword in the army behind him may represent that the military is not at ease with the Wash Seal River, whether it is from the momentum, confidence, or the true power of this sword, it is by no means weaker than the blow of the Wash Seal River Fang.

It's a real volcanic eruption, and it might just be that.

However, feeling the blazing and domineering sword intent, Tang Zhifeng, who had relied on a clumsy knife to clean up all the horse thieves in the area of Wulan Mountain many years ago, saw the displeased raised eyebrows of the cold long-haired cultivator beside him in the afterglow of his eyes, but he did not have the slightest worry, but became inexplicably excited.

The scorching wave of qi gushed out before the true sword intent, blowing the long hair of this cold cultivator.

His fair face and the edges of his hair were all plated red, and in the next moment, his entire body burned as if it were real, cold and turned into unimaginable flames!

The sword intent surging from the front was already bursting out like a volcano, but his sword intent came later, but it completely overwhelmed the former, and the heaven and earth shook like a huge oven standing up out of thin air.

Compared to this huge oven, the sword intent that burst out like a volcano was at most like a flame flowing towards the oven.

Everyone on Tang Yu's side obviously knew very well that this long-haired man's sword would be the result, and there was a look of admiration in his eyes at most, but the river and the thousand horses behind him were all overshadowed!

"Zhao Jian Furnace!"

The previously domineering voice turned into an exclamation full of disbelief.

At the moment when the exclamation sounded, the two sword intents had already met.

There was a bang, and the wind that was blowing out suddenly turned into a real crimson fire.

A chain of red flames erupted dozens of feet on both sides, and when they began to slowly disappear, the cavalry, who was still in a violent shock, found that the long-haired cultivator had stood in front of Tang Yu and the others at some point, still maintaining the posture of swinging his sword forward.

In his hand was a crimson sword that spewed real flames, and it was ordinary, but when the flames were raging, it made a roaring sound of wind.

His sword seemed to be lifted up from the ground, the tip of the sword cutting through the ground, and a sword mark on the ground was completely melted by the terrifying heat, turning into a magma field. There was also lava dripping from his blade.

On the body of the crimson longsword, the runes that curved and swam were also flowing like magma, and the first feeling that anyone's eyes could catch was that the sword seemed to be melting and about to unravel with these runes. However, in the next moment, the aura of this sword was as heavy as a mountain, but it made anyone feel tempered and extremely stable.

The long-haired man's black hair had completely turned red in the crimson sword light at this time, exuding a certain touching charm.

And his eyes, which were originally calm and cold, were now also red, shining with a kind of selfless light.

In the whole world, only Zhao Jianlu has such a sword, such a sword intent, and such a cultivator.

In the midst of a thousand horsemen, the armor of the cultivator with the sword was shattered, and although he remained strong and stood, his feet ploughed deep ravines in the ground.

The sword in his hand was also red, and the flame-like runes were pure golden yellow, but at this time, the sword in his hand was constantly vibrating, and some black marks appeared on the blade of the sword due to burning.

He was shaken back by a sword, but there was no anger in the eyes of this powerful cultivator in the army, only deep shock and incomprehension.

"How could you be Zhao Jianlu's person?"

Some of the people who didn't make a move were just as shocked as him, and some couldn't help but scream.

"My master has accepted a lot of apprentices, and Zhao Jianlu is not only Zhao Yi and Zhao Si. The long-haired man slowly withdrew his hand, and the sword disappeared from his hand as the aura of his real name returned, but the unstoppable aura that naturally flowed from his body still made people's hearts palpitate.

Xifenghe took a deep breath and looked at the long-haired man with complicated eyes: "Why do you keep following him?"

He naturally refers to Tang Yu.

This is really not a boring question.

Every disciple of Zhao Jianlu is a true hero, and for many years, even those who have died in battle, have left many amazing stories. Especially today, when Zhao Jianlu's seventh disciple, Zhao Shu, was killed by Ye Ce Leng in Changling, in the subconscious of the vast majority of cultivators in the world, only Zhao Yi and Zhao Si were left among the cultivators of Zhao Jianlu.

How could the giant of Zhao Jianlu be willing to live in seclusion with a general of the Great Chu Dynasty who had retired to the mountains and forests?

Especially even when Tang Yu retired back then, he did not stand in a very high position in the Great Chu Dynasty, and his status in the army of the Great Chu Dynasty back then was probably not as good as the current Xifeng River.

"My master asked me to practice forbearance, and my master agreed with General Tang's way of using troops, so he asked me to follow his side. ”

The long-haired man's face was still extremely cold, but the scarlet light in his eyes had not receded, giving people a sense of strangeness and power.

He said these two words, then glanced at Xifenghe and the cavalry behind him, and said, "Is there any other problem?"

"There won't be any more problems. He replied earnestly, then said no more, and turned around.

No one will have a problem anymore.

Because no one would think that they could be higher than the Grandmaster of Zhao Jianlu at that time.

Even now, the vast majority of cultivators believe that the Grandmaster of Zhao Jianlu at that time was even stronger than Wang Jingmeng at that time.

And the cultivators of Zhao Jianlu also thought the same.

The cultivators of Zhao Jianlu all thought that Wang Jingmeng owed their master a fair duel.

If it was just an accident that a legendary cultivator like Humble Dao followed Tang Wu, then it was no accident that there was another cultivator of Zhao Jianlu.

What's more important is that the rest of the riders around Tang Yu don't seem to be weak.

At least the four princes of Great Qin, speaking alone, may not have so many powerful cultivators around them.

The thousand horsemen embraced Tang Yu and the others at the end, and began to march silently and rapidly.

When night came, the army did not stop, but changed the horses that had been prepared in a river valley and continued to move at full speed.

In the wasteland at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.

There was also a cavalry on the run.

The sound of a wolf howling.

One of the generals at the head looked up at the moon, and a feeling of hunger instantly occupied his body and mind, as if the originally dense stomach was evacuated at this moment, and a terrible feeling of emptiness and the urgent need to replenish food began to fill his sea of consciousness.

Only then did the general begin to realize that it had been too long since the last round of rest and eating, and his subordinates should need to replenish food more than he did.

He was silent for a moment, knowing that his eagerness to get to the north was wrong.

He gave the order to rest in place and bury the pot to cook.

When the bonfires were lit, he made the decision to have all the sergeants remove the golden armor from themselves and the burden-bearing beasts, and bury them deep in place to fill in all traces.

Few people would question his order, but his order suddenly suppressed the atmosphere of this temporary camp to the extreme.

A general's loud questioning voice immediately rang out, this is the tradition of this army, and it is also the experience of this army, and anything that shakes the heart and will of the army must be resolved in a very open manner.

"General, we all know that you are in a hurry to rush back to the northern battlefield, but I am worried that you are too eager and have emotional problems. The Golden Flame Heavy Armor has always been the strongest weapon of our Jin Ge Army, and we have long been accustomed to the fighting style of fighting with the Golden Flame Armor. We have already subconsciously become accustomed to rushing and killing in battle, relying on armor that is difficult to pierce and can withstand the impact of powerful vitality. If you remove the armor... We will still have such bravery, will we still be the Jin Ge Army?"

This is Jin Gejun.

The leader is naturally Xiang Yan, the most powerful general guarding the territory at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.

"I know there was something wrong with my previous mood, and given the military strength of the two sides, from any point of view... I'm afraid that our Jin Ge Army is the key to deciding the victory. ”

Xiang Yan bathed in the moonlight, slowly walked through the bonfire, his eyes swept firmly over every sergeant looking at him, his voice was not loud, but unusually stable and clear: "According to the speed of the march, even if we bury the Golden Flame Armor at this moment and travel lightly, when we reach the northern border at the earliest, this battle will be at least in the middle and late stages." So in a sense, the biggest impact of the arrival of our Jin Ge army is not how many Qin troops can be killed, but to give confidence to all the armies in the north. We just need to... I'm afraid I will only have time to fight one or two crucial victories. ”

"The key for our Jin Ge Army is to be able to arrive at a critical moment, not to arrive in a perfect state and combat power. ”

"As for the armor that you are used to and can rely on on rampage, there is still a long time before we get to the north, and we can slowly change and get used to it on the way... If it really comes to one or two crucial battles that I am talking about, if there is really no way, then use our flesh and blood as armor to win the battle. ”

Xiang Yan's last few words seemed to be very helpless, but in such helpless words, there was his own courage to sacrifice his life and forget death, and before he finished his last sentence, countless roars and roars had resounded in the entire temporary camp.

The golden armor was removed, and it was getting cold because of the lack of body temperature, but the blood was already boiling, and it was burning like a bonfire.