The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 46: crossing the river pawn
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He Xinliang Chapter 46 Crossing the River Pawn [Update Time]:2013-10-0622:21:15[Words]:2591[Book Fan Group 1681655]
The fight was out of order.
Lu Song Wang Qilin can be lightly or heavily branded by the Northern Liang Army, and today is no exception. After taking the lead and breaking the tide caused by Han Diao Temple, I saw one white, one red and one black entangled. The two valiant generals couldn’t help but look at each other. They both saw a touch of embarrassment in each other’s eyes. They were obviously at a loss. They thought that they would occupy the world and benefit the people. Relying on eight hundred pawns and two hundred stragglers, they only need to fight all the way. In the past, no matter who was on the other side, it could take advantage. But the young master who needs to take refuge in the future is just like the incomprehensible stunned young master who wants to show the limelight. After the defeat of the six-armed demon, he still has to fight alone and fights with Han Diaosi one-on-one. , This made Lu Song, the Confucian general, also feel a little bit angry, thinking that if you die outside Shenwu City, we people will endure the humiliation for nearly two decades, and we will all become empty. Lu Song raised a pear spear, stopped and sat high, his eyes gloomy.
Wang Lin is younger and full of passion. He feels that the younger Beiliang son is a bit reckless, but he has a certain temperament to his appetite, so it doesn’t help that he does not shrink his head and leave him a few hundred behind him. Brothers swarmed to death. Wang Lin carried a pair of thunder hammers, a martial art handed down from his ancestors. His father was born in the green forest. He hammered a member of the Western Chu to death in the battle of Jinghe that year. Although he was suspected of bullying his opponent for a long time and was short of exhaustion, after all It was a solid blow that smashed the enemy's chest. Wang Lin was born with outstanding stamina. A pair of thunder hammers weighed sixty kilograms. Not to mention long-term battles for ordinary soldiers, but a horse-riding charge is a huge burden. Wang Lin threw a hammer and looked at it intently. On the side of the battlefield, I only felt dizzy.
Ren Shanyu stretched out her hand and stroked her temples and hair, her eyes were blurred. I used to hear that the young master of Beiliang was very handsome and was a first-class romantic leader. She and some of the sisters who licked blood, privately While chatting, I didn't quite believe the rumors that came later, saying that he went to Beimang in person, and cut off the head of Xu Huainan, the Great King of the Beiyuan, and even killed the fifth raccoon dog in Tibingshan. Ren Shanyu only thought that even if he had been practicing the sword for a few years, his realm was limited. After all, the level of cultivation is inseparable from the number of secrets, but it is not necessarily related. More than most people know the truth that nobility is more expensive, but today I saw it with my own eyes, even though I was at a disadvantage against the well-deserved tenth person in the world, after all, it was a genuine product that made a cat several shots. She admits to ten Ren Shanyu. , And no such ability.
Ren Shanyu has no retreat than the martial arts like Lu Song Wanglin. Entering Beiliang, a cage where many fierce beasts are held, I have never heard of anyone who can go out without taking off a few layers of skin, Ren Shan Yu remembered a giant who was once famous in the martial arts. He did not work well. He forced Chu Lushan, who was in charge of the Beiliang half of the spy, to cut his hand and linger.
Ten miles away from Shenwu City, a few horses came galloping.
is headed by the white bear Yuan Zuozong.
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The war outside the city is raging, and the city of Shenwu, which is moving by the wind, has begun to be closed for martial law. The scribes in green shirts are walking along the river, and a piece of dry willow branches in their hands falls in the eyes of passers-by. They must be contemporary with that peach blossom branch. The sword god's Deng Tai'a was a hundred thousand miles away, but anyone who had truly experienced Beimang's tactics had no chance to take it lightly, except for the black-clothed teenager who accompanied the black tiger into Beimang. For Xu Longxiang, who made his first miss in his life, the first killer of Beimang, who was like a scribe, certainly did not forget. He planted a piece of willow with his own hands, but there was no shade. This made him feel bad, fortunately, this time he sneaked into the Liyang Dynasty. It’s a pleasure not to kill Xu Longxiang, who is talented but King Kong, but to kill Xu Longxiang’s elder brother. It’s a pity that he didn’t make a move at Xia Mawei, adding blockage to Beiliang Liyang at the same time. Unfolding an assault that is bound to win, this one piece of Liu feels a little regretful in his heart.
When he seemed to be wandering slowly, he was still a few miles away from the city gate, but the river in the city was near the end. When the city head seemed to be hit by a boulder, there was a wave of air ripples. With the cultivation of a piece of willow, naturally He can perceive clearly, but he is not in a hurry. The dirty work he does is picking chestnuts from the fire every time. The heat is the most important thing. Now he is in the pot and can't eat hot tofu. He is not in a hurry. With the profound strength of Han Diao Temple, As long as the white-headed boy is not stupid and eager to reincarnate, he might be able to tease him for half an hour. A piece of willow has a certain respect for that notorious cat and man, crossing the threshold to kill the celestial phenomenon with the mysterious, isn't it the realm that half of his colleagues dream of?
He stopped abruptly.
As far as he could see, there was a boy in black blocking the way.
The boy grinned and pointed to his chest.
A piece of willow followed and laughed.
Before, he was the only oriole behind, attacking and killing others. I never thought of turning it upside down this time. A piece of Liu glanced at the snow-covered river, a little bit self-deprecating, and often walked by the river without wet shoes and threw it away. Withered branches, a thin stalkless dagger slipped out of a section of willow sleeves.
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When the one-armed old man who loves to eat swords stepped into the city, the dead Shiyin stopped at the gate of Donghai Wudi City. He carried a large box, originally loaded with more than 20 swords, but it was all gone. The famous swords in Youyan Mountain Villa can be described by cutting iron like mud, but these days are far behind the old man. The famous swords in the box are just like broken pieces on the roadside stall. Mouth eat food, which child is a little greedy, can buy it back for a few cents. Following this path, Yin walked cautiously and aggrieved, but he could think of His Royal Highness's instructions, and did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. In order to get the correct words from the old man's mouth, he could only wait cautiously. In fact, the two of them had already approached Wudi City half a decade ago. According to His Highness, when they saw Qingbailuan in the sky of the East China Sea and when they entered the city, the old man had some misgivings about this, but after all, he was patient. face. Although Yin was the leading dead assassin in the dynasty, he looked awkward, like a market peddler, but with a stronger body. It is impossible to imagine that he had personally participated in the assassination of the terrifying figure of the emperor Yuan Benxi. Standing outside the city, amidst the coming and going of hawks and famous knights, it is completely unobtrusive.
Yin turned back and stayed away from Wudi City, and it would definitely not be able to catch up with the battle at this moment.
I only hope that the new owner of Beiliang can be safe and sound.
After more than two decades of disasters, I have survived, and there is absolutely no reason to die.
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There is heavy snow in the world, and the sky is an unimaginable sea of clouds.
a sword hovered in the sky for nine days.
Ancient books and poems all use the words "walking in the wind" and "floating up to the immortal" to describe the gods and happy. The literati and the doctor climbed up to make a fuss, which seems to be leisurely, but in fact the mountain roads are bumpy, often a round trip to the famous mountain~IndoMTL.com~ After half a decade or even a whole month, there is no shortage of literati and saucy in history who have fallen off the cliff. After climbing in this way, they will be on the top of the mountain and enjoy the scenery, especially the magnificent sight of the sea of clouds, which may be what Confucianism calls. Floating between the heavens and the earth. The place where this sword is hovering is high above the gorgeous sea of clouds, as if you are on the shore of the sea. At this time, dusk is approaching, and the setting sun is setting. The sea of Xiahai is colorful and magnificent.
If it is said that the white butterfly on the lake of Youyan Mountain Villa points water, it is only a little like a fairy, but this woman who steps on the sword is like a fairy.
After she was able to guard the sword, whenever she felt gloomy in her heart, she would break out of the cloud alone. She was dazed in this kind of wonderland, and she was just dazed in a daze.
tens of feet above the sea of clouds, there is another layer of slightly thin golden clouds, just like upstairs. No wonder that Taoist classics have nine days and eighteen floors. After she recovered, the sword rose from the ground, tentacles But when he reached that floor, he stretched out his hand, whirled gently, and whirled out a vortex, just like that magnified the dimples of countless women's cheeks.
Saint Cao Changqing "climbed the building" in the air. Whenever he climbed up the stairs, the previous steps disappeared.
Cao Guanzi said softly: "If he died in the territory of Old Western Chu, he would be a good drug primer for one party. Liyang is clearly setting up the battle, and we must be restored."
Jiang Ni, another female sword fairy after the princess of Beiliang, said in a flat tone: "So we are all pawns crossing the river."
Cao Changqing smiled and stopped talking.