The Sword Dynasty - 565. Chapter 564

The Xifeng River represents the doubts of the entire military. His strength naturally represents a level beyond the seven levels of the same rank. However, at this time, the practitioner who has a sword in the army behind him may represent the military’s view of Xifeng. The people who closed the river were not at ease, no matter from the aura, confidence, or the true power of this sword, they were by no means weaker than the blow just before Xifenghe.

Even a real volcanic eruption may be nothing more than that.

However, feeling the fierce and domineering sword intent, Tang Zhefeng, who had relied on a clumsy knife to clean up all the horse thieves in the Ulan Mountain area many years ago, was displeased by the cold, long-haired cultivator beside him. With raised eyebrows, he didn’t have the slightest worry, but was inexplicably excited.

The scorching air wave came before the real sword intent, blowing the long hair of this cold cultivator.

His white face and the edges of his hair were all plated red, but in the next moment, his whole body was burning like real, and it was completely cold and turned into an unimaginable flame!

The sword intent that surged from the front had already burst out like a volcano, but his sword intent came back, but it completely overwhelmed the former, and there was a shock from the sky and the earth, as if a huge oven was standing out of thin air.

Compared with this huge oven, the sword intent bursting out of Tyrant as a volcano is at best like a flame flowing towards the oven.

Everyone on Tang Mo’s side is obviously very clear that this long-haired man will be the result of the sword. At most some admiring expressions appear in his eyes, but Xifenghe and Qianqi behind him are all eclipsed!

“Zhao Jianlu!”

The previously extremely overbearing voice turned into an unbelievable exclamation.

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

With a bang, the wind blowing outward suddenly turned into a real crimson fire.

A red chain-like flame sprayed out dozens of feet on both sides. When it began to slowly disappear, the cavalry who was still in a violent shock found that the long-haired cultivator had already stood by Tang for some time. The front of Mei and the others still maintained the posture of swinging the sword forward.

In his hand there is a scarlet long sword that is vomiting real flames, with an ordinary standard, but when the flames are raging, it makes a roaring blast.

His sword seemed to be lifted up from the ground, and the tip of the sword cut across the ground. The surrounding area of a sword mark on the ground was completely melted by the terrifying heat and turned into a magma zone. There was also lava dripping from his sword.

On the sword of the crimson long sword, the runes that bend and swim are flowing like magma. The first feeling anyone can catch is that the sword seems to be melting and will split with these runes. However, in the next instant, the heavy aura of this sword made anyone feel that it was hardened and extremely stable.

The long-haired man’s black hair turned completely red in the crimson sword light at this time, exuding a kind of moving charm.

And his originally calm and cold eyes are now crimson, shining with a desperate light.

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

Among the thousands of horses, the armor on the sword-worn cultivator’s body was shattered. Although he kept standing arrogantly, his feet plowed deep ravines on the ground.

The sword in his hand is also crimson, and the flame-like runes are pure golden yellow, but at this time the sword in his hand is constantly shaking, and there are some burning products on the blade. Black traces.

Shocked by Yijian, there was no anger in the eyes of this powerful practitioner in the army, only deep shock and incomprehension.

“Why are you from Zhao Jianlu?”

Some people who hadn’t shot were as shocked as him, and some couldn’t help but yelled out.

“My master has accepted a lot of apprentices, and Zhao Jianlu is not only Zhao Yi and Zhao Si.” The long-haired man slowly closed his hands, and as the breath of his real name returned, the sword disappeared from his hand, but he The breathtaking breath that naturally flows out of his body is still palpitating.

Xi Fenghe 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 Mei.

This is indeed not a boring question.

Every disciple of Zhao Jianlu is a real hero. For many years, even those who have died in battle, have left many amazing stories. Especially to this day, when Zhao Zhan, the seventh disciple of Zhao Jianlu, was killed by Ye Ce Leng in Changling, in the subconscious of the vast majority of practitioners in the world, only Zhao Yi and Zhao Si remained among the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu.

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

Especially even when Tang Mei retired, he did not stand at a very high position in the Da Chu Dynasty. I am afraid that his position in the Da Chu Dynasty army was not as good as the current Xifenghe.

“My master asked me to cultivate forbearance. My master agrees with General Tang Da’s way of using soldiers, so he asked me to follow him.”

The face of the long-haired man is still extremely cold, but the scarlet desperate light in his pupils has not faded, giving people a sense of strangeness and power.

He said these two sentences, then glanced at Xifenghe and the cavalry behind him, and said, “Are there any questions?”

“There won’t be any more questions.” Xi Fenghe answered seriously, then stopped saying anything, and turned his horse around.

No one will have problems anymore.

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

Even now, most practitioners believe that the grandmaster of Zhao Jianlu was even better than Wang Jingmeng at that time.

The practitioners of Zhao Jianlu also think so.

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

If it is only accidental that a legendary practitioner like Zhuo Dao followed Tang Mei, then another practitioner of Zhao Jianlu would not be accidental.

More importantly, the other riders around Tang Mei didn’t seem to be weak either.

At least the four rulers of Daqin, alone, may not have so many powerful practitioners around them.

Qian Qi hugged Tang Mei and the others at the end, and began to march silently and quickly.

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

In the wasteland on the other side of the Chu Dynasty.

There is also a cavalry on the run.

Howling wolves.

The leading general looked up at the moon, a feeling of hunger instantly occupied his body and mind. It seemed that the originally dense stomach was emptied at this moment, and bursts of emptiness and the terrible feeling of urgent need for food began to fill his sea of consciousness.

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

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

He gave orders to rest and cook in the pot.

When piles of bonfires lit up, he made a decision to let all the sergeants remove the golden armor of himself and the heavy-bearing beasts, bury them deeply on the spot, and fill in all traces.

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

A very loud questioning by a general immediately rang out. This is the tradition of this army and the experience of this army. Anything that shakes the will and will of the army must be resolved in a very open manner.

“General, we all know that you are eager to return to the northern battlefield, but I am worried that you will have emotional problems because of your eagerness. The Golden Flame Heavy Armor has always been the strongest weapon of our Jin Ge army, and we have long been used to it. This is the way of fighting with the golden flame armor. In the battle, we have already subconsciously used to rush and kill by relying on the armor that is difficult to pierce and can withstand the powerful impact of vitality. If the armor is removed… we will still have this. Brave, are we still the Jin Ge army?”

This is Jin Gejun.

The general at the head was naturally the most powerful general Xiang Yan who guarded the territory at the other end of the Chu Dynasty.

“I know that I have some problems with my previous emotions. In view of the military strength comparison between the two sides, from any aspect… our Jin Ge army is probably the key to victory or defeat.”

Bathed in moonlight, Xiang Yan walked slowly through the bonfire, and his gaze swept through every sergeant who looked at him firmly. His voice was not loud, but he was exceptionally stable and clear: “At the speed of the march, even if we At this moment, the golden flame armor is buried, and the battle is lightly loaded. When the fastest reaches the northern border, the battle has at least reached the middle and late stages. Therefore, in a sense, the arrival of our Jin Ge army is not to be able to kill to the greatest extent. How many Qin troops died, but to give confidence to all the troops in the North. We only need… I’m afraid we will only have time to win one or two crucial battles.”

“Our Jin Ge army, the key is to be able to arrive at a critical moment, and not to arrive in a perfect state and combat power.”

“As for the armor that can be used for rampage without the armor that we are used to, there is still a long time from our place to the North, and we can slowly change and get used to it on the way… Fight, if there is really no way, then use our flesh and blood as armor to win the battle.”

These last few words of Xiang Yan seemed helpless, but such helpless words contained his own courage to give up his life and forget his death. Before his last words were finished, the whole temporary camp had already sounded. Countless roars and roars.

The golden armor was removed, lacking body temperature and getting colder, but the blood was boiling, and the bonfire at this time was burning like a bonfire.