The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 422: Chi Lai Bei Maduo arrogant

Before the Beimang army god, the young vassal king, the peach flower sword **** and the white-clothed Luoyang, the four left the hinterland of the Beimang army, leaving only the Huishan Ziyi who insisted on continuing to march forward, facing Deng Maoyu alone. Layers of prairie cavalry. ≧一≯novel ≧≦≦≦≦≤

Broken Spear Deng Mao had to sincerely admire the courage of this Central Plains woman, who really did not lose to any man in the world.

Deng Mao, who has always been taciturn, couldn't help but ask: "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, why is this?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng broke the formation so far, he was already very keen on killing, and his shot was worthy of the words "strength like a bow, like a thunder", along the way, whether it is a heavy armored infantry or an elite cavalry. , As long as it is touched by her, it must be the end of the dead. The reason why she was able to be called Liyang Shuangbi together with the young feudal lord was not only because of her extremely high realm. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's foundation, both in physique and energy, was very solid and solid. The energy in her body was both strong and long.

After Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hands were down, the south wind was blowing on the battlefield. The hostess of Daxueping, who turned her back to Jubei City, had her green silk and skirt fluttering to the north.

The beauty is like a god.

Deng Mao had followed Luoyang and Yeludong to go to the Central Plains to compete in the Lushan Mountain, and even intercepted the convoy that Liyang escorted Gao Shulu south to Guangling Road, and followed the two in the Liyang territory to go north and south, so he is no stranger to the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains. He is the Nominal Keqing of the Yelu family in the Yelu Dongbei lineage. He is a bit similar to Huishan Huangfang Buddha and Longgong Ji Liu'an. He has a relatively good status, but he must not simply be regarded by the vines attached to the big tree. According to legend, Deng Mao encountered setbacks in the grassland in the early years. Silent, Yelv Hongcai, who was called the "old man" by the dignitaries of Beiting, helped him and honored him as a guest. Deng Mao was naturally grateful. If you say that you don’t have any friendship with Luoyang, it’s self-deception. In fact, the arrogant Deng Mao respects Luoyang. It is mixed with the love between men and women and the admiration of fellow fellows. It’s just that Deng Mao’s ambition is in the end. After reaching the top of the martial arts, the light feeling for the leader of the Lushan Mountain has been kept deep in my heart, like a jar of old wine buried in the ground. You don't need to take out the free drink, and you can't bear it. Just remember it occasionally, as if you can. Smell the scent of wine lingering on the tip of the nose.

At this time, the two confronted each other, only in terms of the level of realm. Grandmaster Beimang, who was in the same era as Chongliang Murong Baoding, Deng Mao, as the predecessor of the Huishan purple-clothed rivers and lakes, was lower than Xuanyuan Qingfeng. Half a realm, just an ordinary celestial state realm, far from reaching the threshold of the six gods, but even if conceited like Xuanyuan Qingfeng, he still did not act rashly, did not feel that he could easily get past the man to take off the head of Prince Beimang, just It can already be seen from the side that she is jealous of Deng Mao. Of course, Xuanyuan Qingfeng also had plans to accumulate energy to restore his peak, and he did not deliberately conceal this. Deng Mao’s non-blocking and seeming underestimation of the enemy is actually a trade-off. Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s energy is indeed steadily rising, but The previous indomitable momentum is slightly declining.

Deng Mao was actually reluctant to see the death of this legendary woman, but seeing Xuanyuan Qingfeng's posture, Deng Mao knew that it would be useless to say more.

Since he can be placed near the "Tian Yuan" of this chessboard by the Beimang Taiping Order, as the most important chess piece to check and balance the Northern Liang King Xu Fengnian, Deng Mao has no time to use Xu Fengnian's assassin. Can you guess with common sense?

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's double temples are fluttering freely, and the heart is like still water.

If we say that Deng Tai'a, the peach flower sword god, is located at the highest point of the battlefield.

Then she deserves to be located in the northernmost part of Jubei City.

Deng Mao finally laughed and asked: "Really do not regret it?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's expression is indifferent, without rhetoric.

The daughter of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, she never knows what she regrets in this life.

Deng Mao stepped out one step harder, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, which was covered in purple clothes and stained with blood, swept forward almost at the same time.

Both of them tacitly chose to fight close together.

Life and death are within ten feet!

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The North Mang big bow fluttered in the wind, causing waves of ripples and hunting noises.

The Beimang prince Yeluhong, who was wearing golden armor, had a gloomy face. The previous magnificent beam of light that symbolized the majesty of the heavens fell from the sky and landed in the open space in front of the prince’s eyes. Yeluhong did not expect such a terrifying suppression at all. Below, the young Liyang feudal lord hadn't turned into a fan, and was still able to get away. This is no different from slapped the prince's Royal Highness, and he didn't forget to see you next time. Although Yelu Hongcai said that in the past ten years, he had to endure the situation and lie in a hibernation, and he had produced a rather shallow city, but at the peak of his almost proud life, he felt that the entire Central Plains was already in his pocket. At the sensitive moment, King Xinliang carried down the Dao of Heaven with his own power, causing Yeluhong, who was sitting on the 400,000 army, to surge in a strong resentment, with a knife and a knife engraved in his heart.

People in the world are most afraid of comparison, beauties, celebrities, power and wealth, all are the same.

Before Yeluhong saw Xu Fengnian, the news about this man slaughtering his eldest son, in recent years, almost heard the calluses of his ears. For Xu Fengnian, who succeeded in squeezing out Chen Zhibao and finally succeeded in hereditary succession, Yeluhong, deep in his heart, actually reported a kind of complicated feelings of sympathy and sympathy for the same illness. This was the reason that the Beimang princess who had the pseudonym Fan Bainu sneaked into Liangzhou and took the initiative to convey his kindness to the young princes. .

Yelühong glanced at Yiqi in the distance. She and the four or five storytellers of Qijian Yuefu gathered together, probably discussing how to stop those Central Plains masters. Yeluhong looked at her without the slightest gentleness, even if she had been in the same bed with herself for more than ten years, she just maintained the respect for her face as a guest. She suddenly turned her head and looked at her, who was named Han Gu, and Yeluhong instantly squeezed out a friendly smiling face. She nodded at him, and then turned to continue discussing with others.

Yelühong's face quickly cooled down after she retracted her gaze. When Shiwei Xue came to his side quietly behind him, Yeluhong's soft face appeared from his own heart, and a large grassland. , The Beimang prince who was able to say something intimate in the end was the only one beside him. Unlike the sweaty BMW that Yelvhong ridden, the squire's mount was a white horse with a tall head, exuding a luster and luster similar to mutton fat and beautiful jade. The young rider had a slightly larger helmet on his head. Covering his eyebrows, revealing most of his very feminine and handsome face, Yeluhong watched him carefully keeping a distance from him, with undisguised love and pity in his eyes, and laughed softly: "Get closer, it's okay."

The young rider squinted those naturally charming narrow eyes, looked at the southern battlefield, and slowly said: "It's more arrogant to come to the north, and the song to the south is dead. The first half of the sentence should be the scene, the second half of the sentence Not at all."

Prince Beimang, who is not familiar with poems and even disdains arty, couldn't help but curiously asked: "What's the explanation? Can there be allusions?"

The personal rebel with the title of Shiwei Xue, daringly rolled his eyes, and said in a bad mood: "Even if you take down the Central Plains in the future, based on your knowledge, how can you deal with those Liyang survivors in the future?"

Yelühong laughed for a while, suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Isn't there you."

The young rider curled his lips, saw the dazzling bright purple dress in the distance, and said: "A woman who lives for her deserves to be content."

Yelü Hongcai followed the line of sight of his followers and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was fighting with Broken Spear Deng Mao, and said disapprovingly: "No matter how high the martial arts, how can it be, together with Xu Fengnian, there are a total of 18 martial arts masters outside the city, yes On our prairie cavalry, it’s still hard to escape death. This Daxueping martial arts leader, the best outcome is to die under Deng Mao’s broken spear, or die in the cavalry charge, or survive on the battlefield. It's worse than death. With her identity and appearance, once she becomes a prisoner and destroys her cultivation base, let alone the Beiting Daxit, I am afraid that even some old and strong bosses in the Xijing Temple will drop thousands of taels of gold. Buy her."

The young Qi Zuo's face was gloomy, cloudy and sunny, and said with emotion: "If that day, the moment Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost her martial arts, she would actually have died. This is like the general of the temple, as long as Losing the official hat is equivalent to having the backbone removed."

Yelü Hongcai doesn't believe that Xuanyuan Qingfeng can pose a threat to him. The old **** is saying: "The beauty of the world, just like the aquatic plants on our grasslands, is there every year. There will be one crop next year after one crop. Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s appearance is really rare, but in the future, a grassland plus a central plain, and after careful searching, we will eventually find many peerless ladies. To be honest, the women who have finally been ranked among the rouge critics in the past have no exceptions and have prominent identities. It is really difficult for women from birth to be on the list. So, in the final analysis, men with authority under the world like women’s faces, but prefer the clothes on women, such as..."

The young rider squinted his eyes and glanced at the two Princess Beimang who did not know when to meet with the two seasons, and sneered: "Like her?"

Yelühong only half jokingly said: "It's just her, probably only when you become a queen in the future can you be included in the next rouge review."

Yelühong was silent for a moment, then turned his head and said seriously: "You are different, you are different from her, and they are different."

The rider didn't turn his head and looked at Yeluhong after hearing the words. He just raised his head slightly and said with arrogance: "Of course!"

In Jianzhou, southeast of Liyang, there was a saying that was widely circulated, but as the dust settled in Guniudagang, the ripples had already disappeared.

"One female and one male, female all over the city, male all over the country, both flew into the Parasol Palace."

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The phalanx of the Beimang Middle Road Infantry Formation was cut off by two white-clothed vermilion robes. Luoyang and Xu Ying echoed left and right. Each time the number of pawns leaking behind him was only three hundred.

Only the one-armed sword-eater ancestor stood behind the two female grandmasters. Within a radius of 20 feet, the sword spirit was like a rainbow, and it was erratic. Those who entered without permission were like throwing themselves into a trap and were killed on the spot.

Not only that, Sui Xiegu, in white clothes fluttering with snow and fluttering eyebrows, twirled a long eyebrow with two fingers, and said silently: "Let's fight against each other."

The remaining flying swords that were dropped by the young king’s sword outside Jubei City, among them, more than two thousand long swords, 6 intact, continued to rise from the ground. Sui Xiegu plunged straight into the ground, with more than a thousand swords as a row, two rows in total, neatly arrayed in the open space before the sword-eat ancestors.

End the formation with a sword formation.

Sui Xiegu closed her eyes, smiled, and muttered to herself: "The mainstay ~IndoMTL.com~The river's heart is protruding, the flood is rolling, and Changchun is prosperous."

Sui Xiegu took a deep breath suddenly, and nearly two thousand broken flying swords fell behind the old man in turn, but these long swords did not penetrate the ground, but hung in the air, like a sword formation forming a crossbow formation.

Finally, Sui Xiegu took another sharp breath.

Suddenly, the tall and burly old man's body bloomed with brilliant white light all around.

Eat the Sui Xiegu with countless handles of the world’s famous swords, and disperse the sword qi accumulated for a century into two large formations. Each flying sword is infused with a sharp sword qi, and the time is like a psychic rhinoceros, such as To gain spirituality, whether it is an erect sword in a step formation or a cross sword in a crossbow formation, the two large formations of four thousand swords are all trembling at the same time and wailing.

The old man whispered: "Li Chungang, you broke the armour by 260 in the Guangling River. I Sui Xiegu don't want to lose you..."

The old man who exchanged arms with Chunqiu Jianjia Li Chungang, died with a smile.

Two sword formations, two breaths.

One hundred years of spirit, I vomited out of three mouths.