v6 Chapter 64： Unloading

The Xifeng River represents the whole military's questioning. His strength naturally represents the level beyond the same seven levels. However, this practitioner who swords in the army behind him may represent the military for washing. The seal of the river is not assured, whether it is from the momentum, confidence, or the true power of this sword, it is not weaker than the blow to the river.

It is a real volcanic spurt, and it may be just that.

However, I felt the arrogant and overbearing sword. Many years ago, I relied on a sickle to clean up the Tang dynasty of all the horse thieves in the Wulan Mountain area. The lingering eyes of the eyes saw the cold long hair practitioners be unhappy. The eyebrows that were raised, but he did not have the slightest worry, but excitedly inexplicably.

The hot air wave rushed before the real sword, and the long hair of the cold practitioner was blown up.

His white face and the edge of the hair were all reddish, and at the next moment, his entire body burned like real, cold and cold, turning into an unimaginable flame!

The sword from the front has already been like a volcano. However, his sword has been sent out, but it has completely overwhelmed the former. The earthquake between the heavens and the earth is like a huge oven standing up.

Compared with this huge oven, the sword that swells like a volcano is at most like a flame that flows toward the oven.

It is clear that everyone in this party is very clear that this long-haired man’s sword will be the result of this kind of praise. The most fascinating look in the eyelids, but the Xifeng River and the thousands of rides behind him are all eclipsed!

"Zhao Jian furnace!"

The previously overbearing voice turned into an incredible exclamation.

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

The bang of the bang banged, and the gust of wind that had blown out suddenly turned into a real red fire.

A red chain-like flame squirted a few dozen feet on both sides. When it began to slowly disappear, the cavalry, who was still in the violent shock, discovered that the long-haired practitioner did not know when he had stood in Tang. In front of Yan and others, he still keeps his sword in front.

In his hand, there is a red-red sword that swallows a real flame. The standard is ordinary, but the flames are raging, and the sound of the blast is heard.

▲style_txt; his sword seems to be picked up from the ground, the tip of the sword cut on the ground, a sword mark on the ground is completely melted by the horrible heat, turned into a magma zone. There is also magma on his sword front.

On the sword of the red-red sword, the rune that bends and swims is like a magma. The first feeling captured by anyone's eyes is that the sword seems to be melting, and it will be split with these runes. However, in the next moment, the sword is as heavy as a mountain, but it makes anyone feel tempered and stable.

The black hair of this long-haired man turned into a red color in the red sword light, which exudes some kind of charming charm.

And his original calm and cold eyes are now red-red, shining with a lifelessness.

Under the general world, only Zhao Jian furnace has such a sword, only to have such a sword, only such a practitioner.

Among the thousand riders, the armor of the sword-slayer's sculpt was broken, although the tyranny remained standing, but the feet plowed a deep gully on the ground.

The sword in his hand is also reddish, and the flame-like rune is pure golden yellow, but at this time the sword in his hand is constantly shaking, and some swords appear on the sword front. Black traces.

Was repulsed by a sword, but the powerful practitioners in the army had no anger in their eyes, only deep shock and incomprehensible.

"How come you are the person of Zhao Jianhao?"

Some people who have not shot are as shocked as he is, and some people can't help but scream.

"My teacher has received a lot of apprentices, Zhao Jian furnace is not only Zhao Yizhao." The long-haired man slowly stopped, and with the resurgence of his real name, the sword disappeared into his hands, but he The natural breath that comes out of the body is still heart-rending.

The Xifeng River took a deep breath and looked at the long-haired man in a complicated look: "Why would you follow him all the time?"

He naturally refers to Tang Yan.

This is indeed not a boring problem.

Every disciple of Zhao Jianhua is a real hero. For many years, even those who have already died in battle have left many amazing stories. Especially today, when Zhao Jian, the seventh singer of Zhao Jian furnace, was killed by the night policy in Changling, in the subconscious of the vast majority of practitioners in the world, Zhao Jianhua’s practitioners only left Zhao Yi and Zhao Si.

How can the singer of Zhao Jian furnace be willing to retreat with the generals of a big Chu dynasty who retired from the mountains?

Especially in the time when Tang Yin retired, the Dachu Dynasty did not stand in a very high position. In the same year, the status of the Dachu Dynasty army was probably not as good as the current Xifeng River.

"My teacher respected me for repairing. I respected the generals of General Tang, so he asked me to follow him."

The face of the long-haired man is still very cold, but the scarlet death of the scarlet in the eye is not retreating, giving people a sense of extravagance and power.

He said these two sentences, then looked at the Xifeng River and the cavalry behind him and said: "What else is there?"

"There will be no more problems." Xifenghe answered seriously, and then stopped talking about it.

No one will have any problems.

Because no one will feel that they can be higher than the master of Zhao Jian furnace.

Even now, the vast majority of practitioners believe that the master of the Zhao Jian furnace was even stronger than the Wang Meng dream at that time.

The practitioners of Zhao Jian furnace think the same way.

The practitioners of Zhao Jianhao think that Wang Jingmeng owes their teachers a fair duel.

If a legendary practitioner like a sickle follows Tang Yin, it is only accidental, then it is no accident that there is one more practitioner of Zhao Jian.

More crucially, the remaining riders of Tang Yi’s body did not seem to be weak.

At least Dawang’s four princes of the United Army, alone, may not have so many powerful practitioners around them.

Thousands of riders will hold Tang Yan and others in the end, starting a silent and rapid march.

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

In the wilderness of the other end of the Dachu Dynasty.

There is also a cavalry running.

The wolf snorted.

A headed general looked up at the moon, a sense of hunger instantly occupied his body and mind, it seems that the original dense stomach was taken at this moment, the horrible feeling of emptiness and urgent need to replenish food began to fill his knowledge of the sea.

This general began to react. It has been a long time since the last round of rest and eating, and his subordinates should need more food than themselves.

He was silent for a moment, knowing that his emotions rushed to the north had a problem.

He issued an order to rest and cook in the pot.

When a pile of bonfires ignited, he made a decision to let all the sergeants remove the glittering armor of themselves and the weight-bearing beast, buried them in the ground and filled in all the traces.

Few people will question his orders, but his order is to make the atmosphere of this temporary camp suddenly suppressed to the extreme.

A very loud questioning voice of the generalist immediately rang. This is the tradition of this army and the experience of this army. Anything that shakes the mind and will must be resolved in a very open situation.

"The generals, we all know that you are eager to return to the battlefield in the North, but I am worried that you are too eager and have problems with your emotions. Jin Yan has always been the strongest weapon of our Jin Gejun, and we have long been used to it. I have been fighting in the battle of the Golden Flame armor. We have already had a subconscious habit in the battle, because the armor is difficult to be pierced and can withstand a strong energy collision and rampage. If you remove the armor... we will still have this Brave, are we still Jin Gejun?"

This is Jin Gejun.

The general led by the general is the most powerful general of the Dachu Dynasty at the other end.

"I know that my previous emotions have some problems. In view of the military strength of the two sides, from any aspect, we are probably the key to determining the outcome."

Bathing in the moonlight, slowly walking through the campfire, his eyes steadily sweeping through every sergeant who looked at him. His voice was not big, but he was exceptionally stable and clear: "According to the speed of the march, even if we At this moment, the Golden Flame armor is buried, and it is lightly loaded. When it reaches the northern border as quickly as possible, this battle has reached at least the middle and late stages. So in a sense, the greatest impact of our Jin Gejun’s arrival is not to kill. How many Qin troops died, but confidence in all the troops in the North. We only need to... I am afraid I can only play one or two key wins."

"Our King Ge Army, the key is to be able to arrive at a critical moment, not in a perfect state and combat power."

"As for the armor that has become accustomed to the rampage, there is still a long time from us to the north, you can slowly change and get used to it on the way... If it is true, I have one or two key words. Fight, if there is no way, then take our flesh and blood as armor to win the battle."

The last few words of Xiang Yan seem to be very helpless. However, in such a helpless discourse, there is courage to forget his own life. When his last sentence has not been finished, the entire temporary camp has already sounded. Countless screams and roars.

The gold armor was removed, and it lacked body temperature and became cold. However, the blood was boiling, and the bonfire burned like this.

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