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Chapter 149 Zhuge Yan Dongfeng (please vote and subscribe)

Densely packed soldiers pounced on him like a swarm of ants. Dian Wei pounced on him with his two halberds. Zhao Yun grabbed the gentian and pounced on him. Anuhu and Na Yanduo also pounced on them one by one.

The wind whimpered.

The old man in white robes already suffered many injuries. His beard was flaring, and his palms turned into long swords, fighting with gold and iron. Fighting in battle was different from a martial arts competition. Even though the old man had superb martial arts, he could not withstand the siege of a pack of wolves and overthrew several people. However, his target is no longer Su Chen. Three times in a row, he was defused by the other party's secret technique.

He really couldn't imagine how such a young man could come up with three secret skills!

At this time, Yuan Baisheng pushed away the crowd and rushed towards the sword wielder opposite with specks of blood. From the other person, he seemed to see his own shadow and a sword technique different from his own.

Disciple, family and country are no longer obsessions.

Proving the Tao through martial arts is what he is pursuing at the moment!
Pei Min, holding the scabbard in his arms, looked at the old man who looked like a mad tiger and sighed in his heart.The old man's figure also accelerated suddenly at the moment when he rushed away from the spear thrust by Zhang Yi, leaving a white afterimage.

And here, Pei Min lowered his hands, and in the scabbard he held tightly in his hands, the long sword trembled. At the moment when his eyes were slightly closed with murderous intent, Yuan Bai Sheng rushed in front of him. Pei Min bowed slightly and pulled out the hilt of the sword with his right hand. Drag a ray of cold light towards the opponent.

"die--"

The slender figure dragged out the cold light, reflecting the temperatureless sky light. In the blink of an eye, it was like a king holding a sword and slashing with real force!

The two figures collided together——

The sword light and sword energy seemed to be torn apart between the two of them. Pei Min stepped on the old man's knee, jumped up, and the sword light soared into the sky.Yuan Baisheng raised his palm up as a sword and suddenly slashed upwards, the sword energy breaking through flesh and blood!
The ancient long sword in Pei Min's hand split the air and created a twisted illusion like sunlight. Yuan Baisheng's palms were used as swords, making a sound like the roar of the sea. One person was in the air, and the other was down to earth. Almost in two breaths, They fought more than ten times very quickly.

In the intertwined shadows of swords and palms, the ancient sword in Pei Min's hand clinked, and his figure suddenly froze, and then with a roar of "Drink!", the sword edge brought up the strong wind, and slashed into the afterimage of the opponent's hands. , he was slapped, fell directly to the ground, inserted his sword, and slid backwards several steps along the ground, as if he was knocked out by the old man's palm.

Pei Min's bun hung down on his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood to outline a smile.Across the field of vision, an old man with snow-white hair and beard, dressed in tatters, stood straight there, his eyes were blood red, his arms were shaking uncontrollably, and drops of blood gathered into a stream and dripped down the back of his hands. The ground was dyed red.

The old man raised his hands tremblingly and saw that his palms were covered with large and small bloody mouths. He never thought that he would be known as the Sword God, one of the five great masters in the world.

But his hands were injured by a newcomer who also wielded a sword.

"Life is like a boat in the sea of ​​suffering. The body cannot swim against the long river. I have not seen such a sword-wielding person for a long time. But why do I meet him like this now... I am not willing to accept it... I am unwilling to accept it!"

His last roar resounded, and he rushed towards Pei Min again. Behind him, Dian Wei ran wildly, swinging his two halberds with the energy exploded by the old man, and directly knocked them away. Yuan Baisheng's eyes were blood red at this time. There was only Pei Min in front of him. He stepped forward and jumped into the air, as if he had turned into a sharp sword, capable of cutting mountains and splitting rocks.

The moment Pei Min charged forward again with his sword, horse hooves sounded quickly, and a white horse rushed over. The figure on the horse threw flying tiger claws, clasped them on the old man's shoulders and back, and Ma Chao pulled hard.

"come over!"

Yuan Baisheng slowed down for a moment, and the air waves on his body shook the tiger's claws away. Behind him, Dian Wei rushed up, folded his arms, and directly held him in his arms, holding him in the air.

After a hundred years of strength, the old man gathered up. Dense white marks first appeared on Dian Wei's body, and then red marks appeared. As the cracks opened, Dian Wei roared "Ah!"

His arms were forced to suppress the outward energy, and the old man was hugged directly. His muscles all over his body were agitated, and he tightened his waist and tightened it suddenly.

'Crack! '

The sound of broken bones sounded from Yuan Baisheng's waist. The old man's blood-red eyes widened and he stared blankly at the blue sky. The energy in his body stopped at this moment.

The world is ups and downs, and you can prove the Tao through martial arts.

Yuan Baisheng knew that he had died peacefully and returned to the lonely mountains and forests, listening to the whispers of the mountain wind and snow. He longed in his heart that dying in the middle of a fight might not be a good destination.

click!
The old man's body was tightened and squeezed again, and his entire chest was crushed by the thick arms.

Dian Wei picked up the body in his hand, threw it to the ground, and wiped the numerous wounds on his chest and arms, "It fucking hurts, like a swarm of ants biting me."

Around him, Zhao Yun, Zhang Yi, Anu Hu and others also heaved a sigh of relief. This old guy was indeed quite powerful on his own, but he was a little bit disobedient when attacking the opponent with his own weapons.

"Hang this old man outside."

Su Chen patted the dust on his unlined clothes and could see a hint of gold in the cracks. Even without Tang Xuanzong's last secret technique, this Feiyan golden silk armor could withstand the opponent's sword.

Even after using these secret techniques, I can't continue to use them until next month, which makes Su Chen quite unhappy.

"Anuhu."

Su Chen put on his robe again, summoned the general of the slaves, and said as he walked: "Bring your slave soldiers as guides! Ma Dai, Zhang Yi, you two each lead your own soldiers, and take this guy's head with you." Go back to his sect, and then...slaughter all the people in his sect, leaving no chickens or dogs behind."

"The rest of the generals prepare their troops. Let's go back to Yanjing. It's time for those clowns in the palace to take action."

Dian Wei, covered in blood, brought the horse. Su Chen got on the horse and asked his soldiers to quickly bandage Dian Wei. "We can go back just in time to deal with the troublemakers."

After the chaos in the Prisoner and Beggar tribe, the slaves gradually came out. You Yan and the Shield Halberds began to organize their teams to treat their comrades. Zhao Yun looked at the green sword that was broken into two parts with pity.

Su Chen rushed over: "General Zhao, there is snow mountain cold iron in Yanhuang Palace. After I go back, I will find the best craftsmen to restore it!"

"It doesn't matter whether the sword is good or bad. It's just a pity that it broke here after being with me for many years. I feel quite regretful in my heart!" Zhao Yun sighed, put the green sword back into its scabbard, then turned over and got on the horse's back, "Back After Yanjing, the general must not forget to help Yun find a blacksmith."

"Of course I won't forget!"

While he was talking, the man named Pei Min had combed his hair and came over here. Perhaps he had some injuries due to sword competition with Saint Yuan Bai, and his feet were a little weak. "I just heard that big guy talking about this recipe." Okay, may I ask if my disciple is here?"

"Disciple?" Su Chen frowned in confusion.

The phantom of Tang Xuanzong floated to his side and whispered: "Li Bai. By the way, when will you summon the jade ring? I miss her." Su Chen ignored the emperor and raised his hand towards Pei Min: "Li Shixian is still here In the palace, I am probably drunk now and don’t know where to sleep.”

"I'm sorry!" Pei Min snorted coldly.

Soon, the army marched outside the camp. Ma Dai led [-] Western Qiang, Anuhu led [-] Shengnu soldiers, and Zhang Yi led [-] Youyan soldiers. Anuhu led them eastward into the snowy mountains.

The remaining soldiers and horses returned south along the winding road.Su Chen summoned Na Yan Duo to tell him a few words to smooth the road, open up several hunting grounds and other sightseeing spots in the forest, and then asked him to be ready to receive guests after the snow in September.

"General, wait!" Na Yan Duo seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly caught up with him.

Su Chenle stopped fighting and turned around: "What else can I do?"

Dian Wei on the side frowned and looked at what the slave barbarian wanted to say.Na Yanduo hesitated and gestured: "Well...the two women who accompanied the general today, do you want to take them back to Yanjing? They don't look like grown-ups, but they have strong skin and flesh, and they are very wild in bed. You can even fight with a knife!"

"Get lost." Su Chen cursed with a smile, turned around and asked Dian Wei, "General Dian, do you want it?"

Na Yan Duo immediately smiled at Dian Wei.

Dian Wei whispered to him: "Get out!"

"okay!"

Yan Duo ran back to the tribe in a hurry, stood on tiptoes and waved to the retreating team: "General, go slow!"

June 22.

The slaves of the original snow are determined.

……

The sky becomes hotter and hotter towards the south, gradually turning into the scorching heat of midsummer.

Yanjing Palace.

Among the old pine and cypress trees, the cicadas chirped heart-breakingly, and the dense branches undulated. The palace maid carried sour plum soup, walked past the eaves of the palace, and turned into the Xinyi Pavilion. This is a good place to escape the summer heat in the back garden. There are green lotuses in the pond, and dragonflies hang on the water, creating a circle of ripples.

The little emperor listened to the annoying chirping of cicadas, yawned in the pavilion, and fell asleep on the stone table.

Queen Mother Jiang, who was sitting on the bench in the pavilion, was touching her cheek and watching the fish in the water swimming under the lotus leaves. The palace maid brought over sour plum soup, and then stood aside politely in the sight of the Xiliang soldiers around her.

Mrs. Jiang took the soup bowl and touched something at the bottom of the bowl with her fingers. Her pretty face changed slightly and she continued to drink as if nothing had happened.

After putting down the bowl, he quietly wrote a few words on the table with his water-stained jade fingers, then he patted the drooling emperor awake and led him out of the pavilion.

The palace maid glanced at the water stains on the stone table, then turned away and took away the sour plum soup and the tray. After Shi Shiran passed the sight of the Xiliang soldiers, she did many chores in the palace. The news secretly leaked out of the palace through several lines this afternoon.

At that time, the general of the dynasty was hunting the snowy barbarians in the north, and the army marching south was still on its way. For some loyal ministers, this was the best opportunity for the stormy Yan country.

As for what someone said before about working together to fight against Wei, they sneered.

A certain courtyard in the city.

Secret news came in, and there were quarrels.

"You only think about how to fight. You never thought that this only opportunity would be wasted by you!"

"Qin Xiuwen! How loyal you were in the past, how you brought order to things and rescued His Majesty and the Queen Mother, but instead you sided with the rebels!"

"General Pan, although Qin is a scholar, he also knows how to serve the imperial court. However, the Wei army is abusing Fenzhou. Doing these things at this time is despising. If there are no external enemies, Qin will risk the lives of his whole family." Rescue the Queen Mother and Your Majesty!"

"But if you miss this opportunity, how long will it take for you and me to wait?!"

"What if this time is a trap?!"

"Impossible! My people have told me that Su Thief is already in the snowfield!"

"You...were too hasty, please forgive Qin for not accompanying me!"

The door was pushed open and Qin Xiuwen left angrily. When he got outside, the coachman greeted him, but Qin Xiuwen raised his sleeve and brushed him: "You won't sit down anymore. I'll walk back!"

The sky is sinking, and the clouds in the west are gradually burning red.

In the general's residence, Zhuge Liang stood in the attic, behind the fence, looking at the sky, and shook his feather fan with a smile.

"It's going to be windy."

The lantern under the eaves suddenly began to sway, and the clouds in the sky also wandered away and blew eastward.

He turned around and looked at the people in the room.

"Send a message to General Dong and tell him that the east wind has risen."

(End of this chapter)