Taiping Order

Chapter 61 The legend begins!

Li Guan exhaled, looking at the almost complete breath of Xue Shen General's inheritance, without any loss. He shook his palm. He thought to himself that in the third year, he practiced the moves of entering the war halberd to be proficient in his practice and could learn Juan Tao. moves.

And in the second year, you can teach Juan Tao's changes.

So, what will happen if you immediately reach the level of cultivation?

Xue Shen General didn't think that anyone could do it, so he was not prepared, right?

Even if the moves when entering the country are achieved in an instant, it is beyond common sense.

Li Guanyi was a little worried at this time, and the inheritance breath left by Xue Shen General looked at Li Guanyi. It seemed to have restored its original restraint and coldness, and said calmly: "...it has been completed, and it can be inherited [Juan Tao 】. ”

Li Guanyi realized that it was inheritance, not teaching.

Xue Shen raised the weapon in his hand against Li Guanyi, his eyes clear, and then instantly dispersed, turning into a pure charm, without any reservation or consumption, and fell on Li Guanyi's eyebrows. .

Li Guanyi's mind blew.

There was a blank space in front of me.

There seemed to be a faint water vapor at the tip of his nose, which gradually returned to his consciousness.

The flow of the piano sound also quickly maintained his mind and his mind. As soon as Li Guan opened his eyes, he saw the sound of water around him, the rocks were stacked in the distance, and the mountains were undulating.

He felt that he suddenly became tall, with his feet on the flow of water. In the distance, there was a woman wearing simple clothes and covering her face with a hood. Her black hair fell slightly. Li Guanyi saw a man in front of him, wearing complex and heavy clothes. armor.

Is this...Duke Chen? !

Li Guan lowered his head, saw his palm, saw his left hand holding a bow and a war halberd in his right hand, saw himself wearing a majestic and gorgeous etiquette armor, and the golden silk thread used to tie the armor leaves was slightly raised, and he heard The sound of his throat vibrating.

He smiled and said, "Duke Chen, it's just a discussion, why should he be so serious?"

Li Guanyi realized it clearly.

He came to that memory and transformed into Xue Shen General.

This is the highest level of teaching.

It is not teaching, not assistance, but direct memory inheritance.

There is nothing more effective than learning than to experience a top-notch move by yourself.

Duke Chen seemed to smile and said softly: "Your Majesty evaluates the famous generals in the Taihe Palace today, saying that Duke Xue, your halberd and my spear are better than the marquis Lieutenant who Taizu faced back then. This is in His Majesty's heart. Yes, our martial arts are enough to rebel.”

"If we don't fight, your Majesty will be uneasy."

This sentence was not in the picture I saw before. General Xue Shen smiled slightly, and Duke Chen raised the spear in his hand.

At this time, Li Guanyi felt the breath from the opposite side.

Heavy and domineering, as if the rocks standing firmly under the torrent.

In the memory of five hundred years ago, Duke Chen covered his mask. It was a dark golden mask, like the costume of an ancient martial god, covering the face and expression of the man wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of quiet pairs. Objective.

While watching, he stood up facing the vulnerable Duke Chen, who was facing General Xue, who was vulnerable.

The majestic aura like a mountain made Li Guanyi's consciousness feel trembling.

He was able to have the title of Duke in the great battle five hundred years ago.

Later generations learned his gunshots and used his magic gun to kill the god-like white wolf invading the Central Plains. They carried the gun into the palace of the Liang Dynasty, opening up the reign of the Chen State. At this moment, this has been The hero, respectfully known as the ancestor of Chen, launched his own attack.

Like a mountain collapse and a crack in the earth.

Li Guan's pupils contracted. His talent was actually very strong. At this time, the domineering shot from Duke Chen slowly slowed down in his eyes.

Before entering the country, he once fought with the Chen State who was lowering the realm in the secret realm.

I've seen his marksmanship.

At this time, the divine gun of Chen, who had just been a master of gunshots in the previous judgment, seemed to be reborn, becoming brighter inch by inch, and then imprinted into Li Guanyi's soul.

Li Guanyi recorded the shot.

Then he felt the movements of General Xue.

He felt the flow of energy, the mobilization of every muscle, the tension of muscles, the white tiger's magic image crawled aside, and the feeling of holding the battle halberd in his hand. Everything was as if he had transformed. Xue Shenzong used this move.

This is, inheritance.

The battle halberd swept across!

Juan Tao! !

...

Before this, in the desert.

Pojun, who was frightened to death by the camel, and the old man who led the way, crawled hard in the desert.

They lay under the sand dunes, and the moonlight seemed to have sprinkled large pieces of silver. The bright and clean sand would also reflect the moonlight, as if they were lying on the moon, and they were covered in white everywhere.

Under the night and stars, the desert is as vast as if it has no end.

It was a difficult situation to lose a mount. They also encountered sand thieves who were surrounded and suppressed by Turkic cavalry. The sand thieves were surrounded and suppressed and turned into a crazy state. They would have to be killed when they encountered dogs. They were like Pojun. A beautiful man will end up miserably.

Pojun was not good at fighting and fighting. He and the old man covered their breath and hid. The sand thieves riding desert horses searched back and forth, but Pojun found a very clever place and covered their eyes. They couldn't find it. Going further and further.

But at this moment, the exposed halberd suddenly roared again.

The sand thieves heard the sound surrounding him, and the noisy shouts gradually moved closer, and Pojun grinned.

He plans to fight.

A sand thief was already riding a desert horse and pounced over with a scimitar in his hand.

Pojun pulled out a soft sword from the instrument and stabbed the sand thief to death. The old man was dumbfounded and Pojun said, "I'm not good at killing people."

"Remember, you have to think carefully about the words of the people from the Central Plains of Donglu."

"No, I can do it a little bit."

He jumped up lightly, rounded the horse-headed calender wheel in his backhand, and smashed it on the head of a cavalry. When the horse-headed calender's body made a harsh sound, and then it cracked, he broke the sharp crack with his body. One end stabbed out hard, piercing the third person's neck through.

The hollow guitar body seemed to become a bloodletting notch.

Blood suddenly poured out and fell on his clothes. The old man who led the way was stunned, watching the man who had let out three crazy desert bandits in one breath while lacking water, walking and exhausted.

Pojun lifted up the battle halberd and placed it on the horse, asking the old man to ride another horse.

The desert horses are not big and have a dry and strong constitution. They look smaller than tall horses in the Western Regions. The horse scripture of the horses says that the desert horses have one lumbar spine and two less than the horses in the Central Plains and Western Regions. The tail vertebrae, their ribs are round, and their horses' hooves are tough and able to run wildly in the desert.

The old man was riding a horse, and the two were running wildly under the moonlight.

The old man's heart was beating, and the sand thief behind him was chasing them, and he shouted:

"Can you advisers kill people even if you are from Central Plains?!"

Po Jun laughed and said, "Even a weak scholar should master at least swordsmanship and shooting skills. He can hold a chariot driven by four horses in one hand and waving warriors in the other hand to harvest the enemy's heads. , shouting Qin Feng's battle song. "

The old man admired, "The people of Central Plains are really terrible and good at fighting."

Po Jun said, "No, most people in the Central Plains are not good at fighting, and my compatriots are afraid of fighting."

The old man wondered: "Why?"

Pojun replied: "Because they are pursuing defeating the enemy without injury. Once you hurt them and bleed, you will see the other side of them, crazy and angry, and you will never give up if you don't tear your opponent into pieces. Ruthless."

Pojun killed another man with one hand, and his eyebrows flew, saying, "This is the so-called Central Plains Army's [sad soldiers will win] [same hatred for the enemy]."

The sound of arrows broke through the air.

Pojun's internal energy rose, but he was not a martial artist after all.

The warrior could get into more than a dozen incises and shouted to fight hard. His internal energy was not good at breaking arrows, and the arrow fell on the horse. The desert horse fell, and Po Jun instinctively hugged him when he fell. Battle halberd, protect this magic weapon.

The old man had already run away for a long time, but he gritted his teeth and tightened the reins.

The desert horse turned around, and the old man stretched out his hand and shouted, "Go!"

But the sand thieves had already slaughtered over like a group of wild dogs. They rode a short desert horse, which was much faster than the speed of Pojun's horse. They used a scimitar, which was more powerful than the slender sword. Pojun grinned, feeling that he was in trouble.

He stood up with his halberd, and this magic weapon should not have fallen here.

Po Jun held a thin sword in his right hand, and he grinned. In those beautiful eyes, there was a murderous intent that was even more crazy than a sand thief. Po Jun, who had caused a war, even if he died, he should have caused the whole world. flame.

Behind these sand thieves, a string of torches rose, which were the Turkish cavalry. In this case, the sand thieves could only rush forward.

And at this time—

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

In the Tingfeng Pavilion, Li Guanyi happened to lift the battle halberd in the illusion.

In the distant desert, this ancient weapon seemed to feel something.

It trembled suddenly and "falls" down towards the front, straight and decisive.

The thief who was culling in half was split from the middle, and blood fell on the ground. The sweeping wind seemed to be triggered by the magic weapon. The thiefs' movements were frozen, and the horses shook their heads uneasily, unwilling to move forward.

The sound of horse hooves came.

Behind the sand thieves, the Turkic cavalry quickly approached.

The thieves gritted their teeth and used their spiked boots to clamp the horse's abdomen. The mounts were in pain, and they roared and charged forward.

The strong wind whistled, sand and dust gathered, Pojun couldn't see clearly in front of him, and then the sand and gravel gathered, as if it turned into a palm, from deep on his shoulder, holding the falling weapon, the young strategist was stunned, Watching the Lord whom I had never seen cross over me.

Li Guanyi and Xue Shen completely combined the consciousness of that move into one.

Under the moonlight, a storm broke out in the desert, and the heavy magic weapon turned independently.

In that memory picture, Li Guanyi's spirit, will, internal energy, and Dharma appearance all gathered into this move, setting off a crazy wave. If the waves were swept up by the storm, it would be a wave and a tsunami, then hold a war halberd in his hand. The famous general should set off a storm in this chaotic world.

He held the halberd.

In the distant desert, the divine weapon that resonated with Li Guanyi and Xue Shen General naturally burst out with spirituality. In the storm that caused, the gathering of sand and gravel seemed to turn into a person. Po Jun saw that "he" mentioned it. After the magic weapon, the sharp edge of the battle halberd pointed to the front, as if the legend had reappeared.

He paused and waved his halberd.

In Tingfeng Pavilion, Li Guanyi mastered [Juan Tao].

In the desert, a war halberd named [Tiger Roaring Sky] swept across, and the blade made a low and majestic roar, and the low tiger roar became domineering.

The storm ahead was torn apart.

The dozens of sand thieves who rushed over continued to charge, and were cut off from the middle on the way to rush over. Blood spilled down, dyeing the desert red. The sand thief who rushed in the front flew up, and the blood sprayed far away. , fell on the young man's clothes, dyeing half of his clothes red.

Under the moonlight, the battle halberd fell, right in front of Pojun. The wind blew across the desert, surrounded by corpses. The young man looked in front of him, and the old man who led the way hurried over and pulled him, but before he could wait. They walked away, and the torches raised were already covering the place.

The Turkic cavalry came.

They rode war horses, and their armor was not as sophisticated as the Central Plains. The rough iron armor had a wild and solemn feeling. They pressed the hilt of the heavy knife with one hand and held the torch with the other. The flames were bright. It seems to be igniting the moon in the sky.

The head was a young man, wearing a gem-decorated forehead ring, watching the scene.

"…Evil weapons."

He commented that the horse he was riding was stepping on the desert, leaving traces of burning flames. This was a mount with the blood of a strange beast. The owner of the seventh Turkic tent looked at the weapons and the man in front of him. He said lightly: "The people of Central Plains."

"What are you doing?"

The fight between the grassland and the Central Plains has not been cut off for thousands of years. Such words are filled with murderous intent. The old man kneeled on the ground with a pale face, surrounded by heavy cavalry like a messenger of hell, unable to speak, and Pojun carried him. He raised his eyes, but calmly looked like a guest, saying, "Here I will give you a gift."

The seven Turkic kings didn't care much and said, "Oh? Gift?"

"What gift?"

Pojun looked at him and replied, "The Seven Kings are not favored here. You long for the same achievements as the king of the grassland five hundred years ago, you long for the surrender of your subjects, and you long for the beloved woman, rather than watching her in Your father took her into the tent and needed you to call her mother."

The old man's scalp was numb.

Almost shouted out.

He wanted to grab a handful of blood-stained sand and stuff it into the mouth of the Central Plains man to shut up.

The seven Turkic kings stared at the man who said his concern in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the man's eyes were bright, not the light of the moon, it was like the wildfire and ambition that was withered and pale in the grassland every winter. He threw down a fire, and the momentum seemed to burn out the entire grassland. Pojun smiled and said:

"I can give you a territory that is thousands of miles west, so that you can become the most famous of your brothers. By that time, your cattle and sheep will eat grass in the grasslands of Tuyuhun, you will enjoy the beauty and food of the Western Regions, and There are scimitars cast in gold."

"One day, everything you long for will come back to your arms, maybe?"

Such words are spoken from this beautiful Central Plains population, just like the bewitching of demons in the story.

The seven Turkic kings said, "What do you want?"

"I only have one wish."

Pojun held the quiet magic weapon without any change:

"I hope you can send me back to the Central Plains."

"I want to meet someone, no matter the chaotic mountains and rivers or the long road, I want to go to the fate I should go."

In the eyes of the old man leading the way, the majestic and violent seven kings of the grassland finally let go of the hilt, and the man in the clothes, half of the blood-stained man stroked the weapon and smiled slightly. His smile was quiet, and the light of a torch was reflected in his eyes. , with the flames that are about to burn out the Western Regions.

A young man, who was called "Qijing Russ and Russ" in history, showed his fangs after that.

And in the Tingfeng Pavilion, Li Guanyi let go of the magic weapon in his palm and his face was pale.

He learned—

Li Guanyi closed his eyes.

Xue Family·The Battle of the Sword and the Scene of the Way.

Duke Chen·Sharp gun destroys the mountain.

Five hundred years ago, the unique skills of two famous generals who were fearlessly called "Majestic You Lie, Not inferior to Liehou" by the emperor of the Central Plains, gathered together five hundred years later on one person, and in the Xue family's guest room, Changsun Wuqiu looked up at the outside, and the stars were quiet, and he sighed:

"Xingyuan Tianning, today is a peaceful day."

The merchant brought the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote a letter to the Phoenix far away from the pass to tell the story of today.

"Miss Second Miss."

He paused and finished writing.

"Li Guanyi, he is alive again."

(End of this chapter)