Fish swimming around the world

Wang Li narrowed his eyes and observed for a moment: "Fight, why not fight? I also want to see how the Zhenbei King's powerful army back then compares to my Mangshan Army!"

The man nodded immediately, pulled out his short spear and was about to give the order, but Wang Li said: "Fight back and fight, you don't have to fight to the death, just obey the master's order, just use symbolic force. After charging for two rounds, pretend to be defeated and retreat." ”

The man said decisively: "Understood!"

So, in the wind and snow, two fine armored cavalry collided...

"This is the Mangshan Army back then? It can be considered a strong army."

On the hillside not far from the battlefield, a young man wearing a white fox fur curled his thin lips with a sarcastic expression.

The middle-aged man wearing a wolf-skin cloak nodded: "The Mangshan bandits were formerly known as the Mangshan Army. They escaped into Mangshan after the barbarian rebellion more than fifty years ago. Although they are not many in number, they are indeed first-class strong men." The army once defeated the regular army of Wei with 8,000 people against 30,000 people. It is indeed extraordinary to see him today."

The young man snorted softly: "The attack was quite vigorous, but the soldiers were fighting in close quarters but they were wandering in circuitous ways. It's true that after many years of being a bandit, I have lost the fighting spirit of the iron army."

The middle-aged man squinted and watched for a moment, then shook his head: "That's not right. They don't seem to like fighting..."

Suddenly his expression changed slightly: "Yunling, hurry up to Baiyun Peak to check the situation. Just leave this place to your father."

The young man frowned: "But the plan..."

The middle-aged man said: "If there are no other changes, act according to the plan. If you find something wrong, adapt to the situation and remember to be wise and protect yourself."

The young man snorted slightly: "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, the whole person blended into the wind and snow almost instantly.

The middle-aged man stared at the two parties who had exchanged positions, his brows frowning more and more. Suddenly, his body moved suddenly, and he suddenly turned around and stared into the depths of the wind and snow.

"who!"

A figure gradually appeared among the wildly dancing snowflakes.

"Hu Guanshan..."

"Who are you!" Hu Guanshan raised his cloak and stared at the other person intently. This person could approach him silently, and he was definitely not an easy person to deal with.

The man walked slowly towards him from the depths of the wind and snow: "Ancestor Hu Yue, the strongest person around Taizu Zhou, ancestor Hu Chi, the king of the north of Fengzhen, and an iron door bolt to keep the northern barbarians out of the country, how can they be so different?" Hero, how come you have become a timid grandson in your generation? Fortunately, you are also a powerful earthly immortal. You inherit the iron door bolt in vain, but you really live up to the reputation of your ancestors!"

As he spoke, the man had already approached within five feet. He was a strange man wearing a cloak and a hood.

"Your Excellency, who is it?" Hu Guanshan clenched the iron door bolt in his hand and shouted in a deep voice.

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a face that looked like half of a dead tree bark: "I am? Haha... You don't have to worry about who I am. Today is a breakthrough, so I can use you, the Earth Immortal, to test the effectiveness. "

Hu Guanshan's eyes became calm: "Your Excellency... you are only at the peak of the Great Sage, but your cultivation is weird..."

The man's dry mouth grinned, as if there was a crack in the bark of an old tree: "My family has passed down mystical skills, which should lead to the sky. However, the younger generations are stupid and are trapped in the holy realm for some reason. Now I have some guidance from my ancestors, and I finally have some experience." , let’s see how I, the peak saint, can fight against the Earth Immortal!”

"Arrogant..." Hu Guanshan gently clicked the iron door bolt. In an instant, the ground within a ten-foot radius trembled, a strong wind surged from the ground, and the wind and snow were cleared within a ten-foot area.

"Last question, why?"

The weirdo smiled lightly: "You shouldn't be that turtle bastard who forgets his sect!"

The next moment, countless giant trees trembled, exuding a fierce force reaching the sky, and countless weeds stood upright, as if thousands of swords were pointed at the sky, exuding unyielding meaning.

Hu Guanshan's expression changed slightly: "What kind of skill is this?"

"Everything in nature has an unyielding will. Even a piece of grass has a will to fight against the sky. I really want to wake you up today."

Hu Guanshan looked up to the sky and laughed: "A mere great sage dares to speak nonsense. In this case, Hu will break your rules and ask questions again!"

In addition to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, there is another battlefield. Although there are only two people, their murderous intent is not inferior to that of a thousand troops.

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"After all the talk, nothing was said." Jiang Fan seemed very dissatisfied.

Xing Lin finally became impatient: "Qianye, this bastard is just stalling for time! If you don't take action, I won't wait any longer!"

At this moment, Qianye also found that it was difficult for him to answer the questions asked by the other party, but it was really meaningless to continue like this.

"He is just waiting for rescue, and is still hoping that the Mangshan bandits will arrive. You can't even tell this!"

From behind, Huang Luo approached Feng Chen and whispered, "The acting looks very similar."

Feng Chen's eyes were indifferent: "Jiang Fan has to do everything to the extreme, even if he performs to delay time, he has to be so dedicated. It's getting more and more difficult to deal with..."

"Now, Xing Lin and the others have determined that the Mangshan bandits are Jiang Fan's last hope, so they can take action."

Fengchen nodded: "You're not stupid, it's time for Qianye to give up."

Sure enough, Qianye also understood at this moment, and there was endless anger in his eyebrows: "Jiang Fan! Tell me where the Qianjun Order is, otherwise, you will be buried under Baiyun Peak!"

Jiang Fan frowned at this moment, and seemed to realize that the reinforcements he was waiting for could no longer arrive.

"Forget it, since we can't reach a consensus with words, we still have to rely on swords. Come on, take it down for me!"

But he quickly stepped back, and a cold voice beside him shouted: "Protect the prince!"

A huge headless giant figure rose up from behind Xing Lin, and with a sudden step, the ground cracked.

"Jiang Fan, the traitor, don't leave!"

With his shout, the tug-of-war conversation finally came to an end, and the battle began.

At the same time, the five hundred strong men behind Jiang Fan also jumped forward, and the two sides fought to the death as soon as they came into contact.

Feng Chen stepped back a little and shook his head: "It's a pity for my five hundred subordinates..."

Huang Luo smiled: "They were just bought. You said that this is the price. I will also take action, and it's up to you later."

"Remember, Jiang Fan's secret method is shocking, don't get close to his real body." Feng Chen secretly warned.

Huang Luo nodded, suddenly pulled off the scarf, and a phantom of a golden-armored female warrior rose behind him, colliding with several strong men.

At this moment, Qianye was blocked by an old Taoist priest, and the whisk transformed into endless runes in the void, which entangled Qianye and made him unable to escape.

Xing Lin knocked two strong men away and pounced on Jiang Fan: "Without Zhang Zhiling, I don't see how you can stop me!"

The next moment, the man next to Jiang Fan broke through the air with a sword and forced Xing Lin back.

Xing Lin was surprised: "Who is it?!"

The masked man in white did not answer. As his sleeves fluttered, the wind and snow condensed into a ten-foot snow sword. The coldness was rampant, as if it wanted to freeze the world, and it was extremely sharp.

Seeing this, Feng Chen's expression moved slightly: "Xuanbing..."

As his eyes flickered, he seemed to have some thoughts, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally shook his head slightly: "Forget it, Lingyun...that crazy woman..."

While whispering, he had already retreated far away from the battle circle and disappeared towards Baiyun Peak.