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Chapter 98: A Long Halberd Like a Banner! (seeking subscription)
"Hey, there's a good show to watch!"

When Zhao Tiehe saw that the black-armored warrior had actually walked up to the two young warriors at the edge of the open space and bought a horse forcefully, Zhao Tiehe couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Although most of the young warriors gathered in the forest met for the first time, Zhao Tiehe was no stranger to these two young men.

Three days ago, he met these two people on the official road in the north.

At first, Zhao Tiehe approached intentionally or unintentionally, trying to say hello and walk together.

However, the tempers of these two people are very weird. Not only are they cold as ice, but they always look like they are repelling people thousands of miles away, and their evil spirits are also extremely heavy.

Two people and four horses, two riders, and two carrying swords.

The sword is mounted in an iron box, about five feet long, with a wide blade and no front, and the whole body is pitch black. The power of the sword is like a mountain falling.

A day ago, there was also a son of a noble family in the north who fell in love with their horse and wanted to buy it.

After being rejected, the son of the aristocratic family became furious and ordered two retainers of the Juqing Realm to snatch it, but one of them drew his sword and patted it into meatloaf.

The son of the family was so frightened that he turned and ran away, wondering if he still had the guts to come to Shengjing for reference.

Zhao Tiehe reckoned in his heart that to be able to kill two Giant Qingtian warriors with one sword, his strength was at least in the early innate state.

Xiantian realm warriors who are only in their early twenties are probably rare even in aristocratic families and top ten sects.

The power behind these two young people is probably not weaker than that of the Linyuan merchant.

"Do not sell!"

"roll!"

Under the dead tree, two young warriors sat on the ground with their legs spread apart, without any posture and vigilance that warriors should have.

In his early twenties, his eyes are bright, clear and transparent, like a lake in the sky, but the skin on his face is very rough, like sandpaper.

When Hei Jiawufu arrived, the two were using branches to pull out a few potatoes with scorched black skins from the small fire in front of them.

While whistling and blowing, he carefully peeled the skin.

The black armor warrior with a strong attitude was completely ignored.

It seems that a master in the middle stage of the innate realm is not as important as half a potato in his hand.

"Junior, do you know who you are talking to at this moment?"

The Black Armored Warrior frowned and frowned tightly. If it wasn't for the proximity of Shengjing, the merchant's power and background in Linyuan Province would have killed the two of them with one palm.

Why is it so troublesome to use it!

"I said, get out!"

One of the young warriors frowned slightly, and waved his right hand impatiently.

"Bastard thing, what a big shelf!"

Heijia Wufu's eyes flashed coldly. He has been famous for 20 years in Linyuan Province. Except for the patriarch and son, who would dare to be so disrespectful to him and the merchants behind him?

Almost subconsciously, the black-armored warrior swung his arm, hitting the young warrior's arm directly.

Hearing a muffled bang, the young warrior's arm was staggered, and half of the potato in his hand flew out, rolling down in front of Jiang Li.

"Innate Realm!"

The black-armored warrior's eyes froze, and he took half a step back abruptly. From the force returned from the young warrior's arm, he felt the firmness and strength that only the innate realm can possess.

Even slightly stronger than him!
In the next moment, the soul power floated, and the black shadow flickered under the moonlight, whimpering like a ghost.

All the warriors in the forest felt a blur in front of their eyes, and half of the arm of the black armored warrior flew high.

Hot blood splattered and splashed onto the ground.

"Ah, my hand!"

The Hei family martial artist backed away clutching his broken arm, sweating profusely, his eyes full of fear.

The sword was so fast that he couldn't see anything clearly!

Whoops!

Almost instantly, all the merchant's retainers and martial arts servants stood up at the same time, pulled out the iron blades beside them, the cold light was like a shadow, and the killing intent burst out.

"What happened? Why did you do it all of a sudden!"

The civilian warriors gathered nearby were also unexpected, and looked around curiously with shocked eyes.

"These potatoes are the only rations left in the family. In order for us to arrive in Shengjing smoothly, Auntie brought us everything we can eat!"

Just like no one saw how the five-foot-long black sword was unsheathed from the iron box on the horse's back. When the young warrior who lost half a potato got up, the black sword that was swung instantly disappeared and returned. box.

He walked slowly to Jiang Li's side, picked up half a potato from the dirt, carefully brushed off the dust, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly.

An extremely satisfied look appeared on his face.

Jiang Li also opened his eyes at this time.

The warrior in front of him is short, only 1.6 meters seven, but his shoulders are broad and his arms are strong and powerful. His palms are covered with thick calluses, which are the marks left by years of reining in horses and holding swords.

At this time, he was half squatting on the ground, although his body was low, but the angle of bending was a bit weird.

With one leg propped behind his back, he could use force at any time.

Jiang Li is no stranger to this kind of posture, and people of the Yixuan tribe often use it when crouching.

"Could it be..."

Jiang Li looked at the four horses not far away.

Different from the tall and vigorous war horses of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although these four horses have extraordinary bones, strong muscles, and broad hooves, they are much shorter than the horses of the surrounding warriors.

Jiang Li has been studying equestrianism with Huyangu these days, and his vision has gradually deepened. With just a glance, he can already see the origins of these four horses.

Northern mang Fu Fengma.

And they are all the best of the best!
"Knowing that we are Linyuan merchants, we dare to do it. Could it be a warrior from a northern family?"

Surrounded by a group of retainers and martial arts servants, an imposing young man in brocade clothes strode out, looking at the two meaningfully.

It seemed that the black armor warrior who had just had his arm cut off had nothing to do with him.

On his fair face, thin lips, high nose bridge, and a red mole between his eyebrows, he showed a somewhat coquettish and feminine temperament.

"What kind of merchant's dog's house, if the potatoes given by A Niang are ruined, Zhenwuhou can also kill them!"

The young warrior just sneered, walked back under the tree as if no one else was there, squatted next to the fire, picked up a branch, and set aside the bonfire.

His expression was focused and serious, as if hiding in the fire was not potatoes, but pure gold.

"Bastard, what did you say?"

Young Master Jinyi's face remained unchanged, but the retainers and martial arts servants around him became furious. They secretly exerted force with the palm of the knife handle, and when the young master gave an order, they rushed forward and chopped the two of them into pieces.

"boom boom"

Suddenly, the earth began to shake, and the sound of iron hooves shaking the sky, like thunder on dry land, rang out several miles away, and it came very fast, like dark clouds in the sky, coming with the wind.

"It's heavy cavalry!"

"What an astonishing speed. I remember that there are continuous mountains, crisscross streams, and steep terrain. What kind of heavy cavalry can have speed, and it can almost catch up with the plain charge!"

All the warriors resting here in the clearing stood up together, looking at the place where the iron hooves sounded.

To be able to gallop in armor within a radius of three hundred miles of Shengjing City is absolutely extraordinary.

"boom boom"

The sound of iron hoofs became louder and closer, and before the figure appeared in sight, there was an invisible pressure pressing down and covering the sky.

Like the prelude of a storm, the air of murder permeated the area of ​​tens of miles around, and everyone felt faintly that their breathing was starting to become difficult.

call

Thunder roared and iron hooves clanged. When approaching the forest clearing, the original roar was like thunder's hoofbeats, but they all disappeared for a moment.

In the next moment, the gust of wind suddenly picked up, swept violently, and the dead leaves flew up.

A tall horse covered in silver heavy armor jumped out of the forest, like a tiger coming out of a mountain.

On the horse's back, a tall figure sat firmly in the saddle, with thick silver armor covering the whole body, claws crawling on both shoulders, and a pair of black pupils in the tiger-shaped helmet, which was indifferent and cold, hiding the murderous intent.

The sharp halberd, the blade of the halberd is slanted towards the ground, reflecting the coldness and light.

"Boom"

The heavy horse landed, and the ferocious charge stopped suddenly, showing the rider's superb equestrian skills and the strong physical body of the horse.

After riding heavily, another mountain-like figure crashed out of the forest, wrapped in strong oppression, and landed heavily.

Although there are only more than thirty riders, the momentum that can be gathered is not weaker than the army of thousands of riders.

"Angry Tiger Guards? Jiang Shirong even sent them out!"

Jiang Li sat cross-legged under the tree, leaned back, his upper body was hidden in the mottled shadow of the tree trunk, he looked at the heavy horse of the Marquis Mansion calmly, and prepared to retreat.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was a martial arts world, with undecided directions and frequent wars. The emperors of all dynasties did not prohibit princes and ministers from raising their own soldiers and cultivating masters.

Jiang Shirong was in charge of the Ministry of War, with a high position and authority. He had been an official for more than [-] years, and his background was naturally profound.

In addition to the master guests in the Yinwu Pavilion, there are three elite tribes in the Hou Mansion that have been cultivated with great painstaking efforts.

The heavy cavalry that appeared in the forest at this moment is one of them, the Angry Tiger Guards. There are a total of 350 cavalry in the entire body, all of whom are warriors above the Juqing realm.

Powerful and battle-hardened.

"We are the personal guards of Marquis Wu's Mansion in Zhenzhen, take out your guides and line up one by one!"

The leading angry tiger rode heavily on his horse, passing by the black armored warrior with a broken arm.

The sound of the iron hoof stepping on the ground is crisp, but there is a strange force, every step is like stepping on the hearts of the warriors.

The heijiawufu's severed arm was in unbearable pain, sweat dripped continuously, but he didn't even dare to breathe.

"It's actually Zhen Wuhou's personal soldier!"

"Marquis Wu controls the world's military affairs and suppresses martial arts for a lifetime. His personal guards are all so powerful and imposing, but why do they appear outside Shengjing City?"

When everyone present heard the words, they also had a heart.

Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong crowned the world with martial arts, and his prestige shook Kyushu. He was the hero of martial arts admired by young warriors all over the world.

"My lord, we are members of the Wumeng Sect, this is the guide for the seven of us!"

Beside the bonfire in the north, seven disciples of the sect walked out first, showing the way.

The other civilian warriors did not dare to be negligent, and consciously lined up, waiting for the inspection by the angry tiger guards.

"My lords go out to inspect the city late at night, is there any major event happening in Shengjing City?"

Young Master Jinyi took the initiative to step forward and bowed his hands in salute: "I'm Xiashang Weiran. Lin was born in a merchant in Yuanyuan. If you are sent by your lords, you will die. Linyuan merchants are loyal to the court and admire the majesty of Marquis Wu!"

"Let all the female relatives in the car come out, and you can inquire about the affairs of the Wuhou Mansion?"

The leader of the heavy cavalry drank coldly and didn't appreciate it.

Marquis Zhenwu is so powerful that the whole world is shaken. I don't know how many aristocratic families have racked their brains to cling to Jiang Shirong, a giant tree that holds the sky high.

Marquis Wu is noble, how can anyone be a vassal?
"Nuanbi, Hongye, Qingmeng, get out of the car!"

Shang Weiran got a bad nose and was reprimanded in public, the corners of his mouth twitched secretly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

He turned his head and drank softly, and three charming and charming maidservants immediately stepped down from the carriage, bowed down to the leader of the heavy cavalry, and bowed down to salute.

"I went to Beijing to rush for the exam, and I brought beautiful family members with me? How will I lead the army in the future and serve the Holy Majesty?"

The leader of the heavy cavalry glanced at the three women, and spoke coldly, but his suspicion of Shang Weiran was greatly reduced.

Pointing his horsewhip at the young warriors queuing up for interrogation, he said, "In half an hour, have you ever seen suspicious-looking people joining?"

"Half an hour?"

Shang Weiran's heart moved, first he looked at Jiang Li suddenly, but his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he thought of, suddenly stretched out his finger to another direction, and said: "My lord, the warriors gathered here are almost all Among the martial arts students who went to Beijing to rush for the exam, those two were the only ones who were very weird, not only did they ride a Beimang Fufeng horse, but they also spoke so rudely that even Lord Hou wanted to kill him!"

"What did you say, someone wants to kill Lord Hou?"

Hearing the words, the leader of the heavy cavalry was shocked and angry, and felt extremely ridiculous. He looked in the direction Shang Weiran pointed, and saw two pairs of unruly eyes, looking from a distance.

"Nuhuwei, capture those two!"

People can't believe their words, but their eyes can't lie.

No matter how proud and arrogant an ordinary warrior is, it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary warrior to have such a provocative look in the face of Zhenwuhou's personal guards.

The leader of the heavy cavalry waved his arm, and eight angry tiger heavy cavalry rushed out, surrounding two young warriors standing with their chests folded.

"Show your identity guide!"

One of the angry tigers rode forward heavily, pointed at the two young warriors with a silver halberd, and shouted orders.

But just halfway through the conversation, one of the young warriors violently exploded without warning.

He dodged sideways, grabbed the halberd pole, exerted all his strength, and directly pulled the angry tiger heavy cavalry holding the halberd off the horse's back.

The long halberd is the glory in the hands of the knights, and the angry tiger heavy cavalry held the halberd tightly, and was directly lifted high by the young warrior, like a silver banner, flying over the forest.

(End of this chapter)