Martial Arts: Defeat Liu Bai With A Sword At The Beginning And Suppress Snow Moon City

The deep feeling she had suppressed for a long time was now flowing out like a long river bursting its banks, seeming to swallow everything.

Lu Zhong and Li Hanyi looked at each other with a smile, and then said to Nangong Pushe: "If you really defeat Wang Xianzhi, I can give you this opportunity."

"Really!" Nangong Pushe's eyes suddenly became moist.

That's an indescribable description.

It was as if her only purpose in the first half of her life was to wait for something, and now, this thing had arrived.

She looked deeply at Lu Zhong and said as if she was swearing: "I will defeat Wang Xianzhi, Riding!"

"Why don't you count me 397 when you go to Martial Emperor City?" A slightly obscene voice came from the cold wind in the distance.

Old Huang held the carriage with one hand and the gourd of rice wine with the other, drinking heavily in the cold wind.

A series of lonely footprints are imprinted on the snow.

"Miss Nangong, if it's a long way to Snow Moon City, if you don't mind, I would like Lao Huang to be your coachman."

"Just in time, I also have something to go to Martial Emperor City." Old Huang grinned, revealing his great responsibility.

Nangong Pushe turned his head and looked at Lao Huang in confusion.

Lu Zhong said calmly: "He is also going to fight, so he is going with you."

Nangong Pushe nodded.

Before Lao Huang came to Snow Moon City, he first bowed respectfully to Lu Zhong, and then said: "Mr. Lu, your words have made me understand a lot. I will not escape this time."

When we were at the lake, Lu Zhong once told Lao Huang that his path to swordsmanship would not end there.

It was this sentence that gave Lao Huang confidence and the courage to face the nightmare he once had.

Thirty years ago, Jian Jiuhuang entered the Martial Emperor city to challenge Xianzhi, the second king in the world.

Because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, he left Huang Lujian behind and escaped from the battle.

This escape lasted thirty years.

Over the past thirty years, Lao Huang has been hiding his name from the famous Jian Jiuhuang to becoming the horse doctor of the Beijing Palace.

For thirty years, the city of Martial Emperor has become a lingering nightmare for Huang.

Even just hearing these three words made Lao Huang Rumang remember it.

Wang Xianzhi's shadow had already enveloped him deeply.

Lu Zhong looked at Lao Huang and said lightly: "It seems that you have figured it out."

"I figured it out!" Lao Huang said freely and freely: "When you are alive, you should live it to the fullest.

"Lao Huang has been a coward for thirty years. What happened thirty years ago should be put to rest."

"I can't keep doing nothing until I die."

He turned his head, faced the sun that had not yet risen halfway, looked in the direction of Martial Emperor City, and murmured:

"Some fights must be fought. Even if you hide, you may not be able to escape."

"Whatever needs to be faced must be faced."

"What should grow up must grow up. Lao Huang has understood this truth. Master, I hope that one day you can understand it too."

Lu Zhong nodded and said: "In that case, you will go to Martial Emperor City together."

Nangong Pushe looked at Lao Huang and said lightly: "Thank you, senior."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Lao Huang said boldly, and then looked at Nangong Pushe with a smirk, and said: "If I can come back alive, I will definitely drink a glass of your and Mr. Lu's wedding wine, hahaha... .”

Laughter echoed in the fierce wind.

At this moment, the sun rises slowly, and thousands of rays of rays of light fall on the earth.

Nangong Pushe jumped onto the carriage, and Lao Huang sat in front of the carriage, waving a riding crop in one hand and holding a wine gourd in the other.

The wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, leaving a series of deep marks.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lao Huang smiled and murmured: "The wind is tight, I won't blow my breath.".