Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 280 [Zhao Piao, die!One shot to the head! 】

[The prince of Guangling, Zhao Piao, finally died, with a shot to the head! 】

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that outside Xiangfan City, in the battle of Luweidang, Xu Yizhi wiped out more than [-] enemies with one finger.

Unfortunately, no one would believe this.

Listen, just laugh it off.

It is absolutely impossible for the land gods to do it with a single blow.

People in the world really treat this rumor as a rumor, and no one believes it.

Just like Guangling King Zhao Yi, when he heard this, he just smiled and didn't bother to believe it.

Otherwise, today, it is impossible for him to plant only [-] ambushes, it should be [-], so as to be absolutely safe.

On the side, Lu Shengxiang shook his head, with a heavy tone, and said:
"It is reported that Li Chungang has re-entered the realm of land immortals on the Huishan Mountain, and is firmly seated in the realm of sword immortals.

Back in the day, the uncle of the emperor of Western Shu who killed more than a thousand Northern Liang cavalry with his sword was definitely not a rumor spread by people in the Jianghu.

Thinking about it this way, this old Li sword god will also be very troublesome.

As for that Xu Yizhi, there are rumors in the world that he was in the reeds in Xiangfan, and he wiped out more than [-] enemies with one finger, hehe...

But children's innocent words, don't mention it. "

Guangling King Zhao Yi smiled and said:

"It cost me a lot of money to carry the [-] Kui army, so if I said it would be broken, it would be broken. It's a pity.

However, over the years, Guangling has been peaceful and boring, and if he can exchange [-] lives for some fun, he will not lose everything.

Shengxiang, Zhupo, this is a good show, watch carefully, don't waste my money for nothing. "

Lu Shengxiang was expressionless.

The counselor known as Zhupo smiled and said:

"Zhang doesn't have much contact with Jianghu Caomang. Today, we must take a good look at whether this so-called sword fairy can turn the tide."

Zhao Yi snapped his fingers and laughed at himself:
"Legends say that after entering the Land Sword Immortal, thousands of miles away, flying swords take people's heads.

This king dare not take it seriously, if he is not careful, Li Chungang jumps over the wall in a hurry and cuts off his head with a sword, it will be a big joke. "

After snapping his fingers, the old swordsman, with a haggard face and soaring sword aura, slowly stepped onto the reviewing stand, folded his hands on the hilt of his sword, faced the cavalry, and faced Li Chungang, closing his eyes and concentrating.

This old man is none other than Dongyue Sword Pool, Chai Qingshan, the only surviving former Great Sword Sect.

His swordsmanship is the best in the empire, and for Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, he has withstood thousands of assassinations and plots.

Dongyue Jianchi, the current sword master, had no choice but to drive Master Chai out of the mountain gate in consideration of Jianchi Qingyu.

The Nianxu counselor laughed and said: "Chai Qingshan, you are also considered a master of swordsmanship, besides, your senior brother was once humiliated by Li Chungang, and committed suicide in shame and indignation.

Today, when enemies meet, you should be extremely jealous. Why are you so calm?

Could it be that Li Chungang was scared out of his wits when he opened the gate of heaven with his sword in Donghai? "

Zhao Yi frowned, and said: "Zhang Zhupo, don't be as small-bellied as a woman, your dishonest nephew, Chai Keqing, kill him as soon as he kills him. You fought with Chai Keqing on the spot."

Zhang Zhupo rolled his eyes, slapped himself, slapped himself twice, and confessed:

"My lord, I know I was wrong."

Grandmaster Chai Qingshan, has been concentrating and holding his breath, keeping a calm expression.

The drills of the Jiangshang Navy continued as usual, but the Guangling River was suddenly surging.

The vanguard general, Zhang Erbao, took the lead, holding a horse spear, waved it, and roared through the air.

The old man in sheepskin fur was carrying a saber worth three taels of silver, which was far from being considered a magic weapon.

Looking up, looking towards the past, the Guangling cavalry who had launched a charge were continuous and billowing with smoke.

There was a smile on Li Chungang's old face.

"When I first entered the rivers and lakes, stepping on the tide of Guangling, walking with a sword, I just felt that with a sword in my hand, the world is at ease, so happy.

At that time, when I was young, I didn't know what it was like to be sad. Now that I think about it, I really miss it!

Now, he has finally come back out of the rivers and lakes, and by chance, he is still here on the Guangling River.

Boy Xu, the old man met you once, forgetting the old friends, can't be called, it's too hypocritical.

However, the old man looks at you quite pleasing to the eye.

Today, if you fight with all your strength, you will definitely earn a big name.

However, this may not be a good thing for you to take charge of Beiliang in the future.

As His Royal Highness, you have to be careful about concealment. Every day, people pour dirty water on you, so that you can sleep peacefully.

It's just that the old man doesn't understand why you are so prominent.

That's all for the reeds, the insiders are basically dead.

But today is different, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the news that you have become a land god cannot be concealed. People in the world, even if they don't want to believe it, they can only believe it.

According to the old man, you are living uncomfortably, and you must force the dog emperor to kill you.

In today's battle, the outcome is unpredictable. In case of defeat, you don't need to think about collecting the old man's body, just talk about it.

Before the old man dies, he will spare his strength to help you and escort you out of Guangling. "

Xu Qianqiu smiled, this old fellow now regards him and Xu Fengnian as his own family, for this reason, he did not hesitate to fight with all his might.

Such an old guy should live a long life and keep a town house.

In the original book, the old man died early, which is regrettable, and the world has lost its color.

In this life, no matter how we can let the tragedy happen again.

Xu Qianqiu said with a smile: "Xu Xiao once said that it's okay for a man to be cynical about small things, but at the moment of life and death, you still have to do something and not do something!

If the old man can trust the boy, just go forward and kill him, and leave the back to me.

Today, the two of us went to Dayanji and cut off the head of Guangling King Zhao Yi, that's the best! "

Hearing this, the old sword god Li Chungang was stunned and stopped.

With two points of surprise, three points of doubt, and five points of uncertainty, he asked:

"Boy Xu, are you talking boldly? Or do you really intend to do so?"

Xu Qianqiu blinked his eyes, looked serious, and asked:

"The old man thinks that I am the one who can only speak boldly at the moment of death?"

The old man laughed heartily, pointing his toes, his body was spurting, and he had a heroic spirit, and said:

"Okay, since you mean it, I will accompany you!

Today, you and I will compare who is stronger! "

Killing King Guangling was a heinous crime, but Li Chungang didn't ask the reason, the plan, or the way out.

Just one word, raise the sword and kill.

For a while, Xu Qianqiu didn't know what to say.

This old man, do you trust him?

Or didn't you think about it at all?

Now that he had shot, Xu Qianqiu let go of the long spear in his hand in an instant, and shot away.

The target was the Guangling son Zhao Piao who had faked his death and thought he had escaped with his life.

The long gun was about to shoot it in the head, and it exploded, and the brains were scattered everywhere.

There is no chance of life!

[-] cavalry charged, and the battle came in the blink of an eye.

According to later records, on the day of watching the tide in August, Li Chungang killed more than [-] enemies with a single sword strike.

The blood flowed like a river, and the tide couldn't wash it away.

Since then, there have been no old sword gods and new sword gods in the world.

[Zhao Biao, this trash, is finally dead! 】

[Friends who are short of books, you can casually flip through my old book: "Celebrating More Than Years: I Am the Protagonist"]

(End of this chapter)