Sui and Tang Dynasties Summons

Chapter 285
"Hey, whose family is the miscellaneous hair on the road ahead!"

Just when Xuanyuan Xiao spotted the group of people on the opposite side, everyone on the other side also spotted Xuanyuan Xiao, and a few strong men stepped forward with simple knives and questioned them sharply.

Xuanyuan Xiao took a deep breath, and said coldly without blinking: "If you want to cross the road, go there, don't talk too much about him."

"Crazy boy, do you know the reputation of my Yellow Turban Army, how dare you be so presumptuous!" One of the strong men was a little annoyed when he heard the words, and shouted at Xuanyuan Xiao.

"Yellow Turban Army?" Catching these three sensitive words, Xuanyuan Xiao turned his attention to the general under the banner of "Cheng" not far away.

I saw him wrapped in a yellow robe, wearing a yellow scarf, holding an eight-foot-long sword in his hand (one foot is 20 centimeters), and riding a black-maned horse.

Judging from this appearance, this person should be Cheng Zhiyuan from the Yellow Turban Army.

Seeing that something was wrong ahead, Cheng Zhiyuan got off his horse and walked towards Xuanyuan Xiao with heavy steps.

Xuanyuan Xiao looked at Cheng Zhiyuan's pace, and felt that Cheng Zhiyuan's martial arts skills were definitely not low, at least the current self was definitely not his opponent.

Cheng Zhiyuan walked to the front, glanced at Xuanyuan Xiao a few times, and asked, "You son of the He family, are you blocking this road?"

Facing the Yellow Turban Army, if it was an ordinary person, they would have fled long ago. However, Xuanyuan Xiao was a man of two generations, and he was also a killer, so he behaved unprecedentedly calm.

"Just walk in the aisle, don't get entangled!" Xuanyuan Xiao said coldly, pointing to the road next to him.

Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't help being surprised that the child was not affected by his deterrence, and what was even more surprising was that there was an imperceptible murderous intent implied in the words.

"I asked what your name is!" Cheng Zhiyuan shouted at Xuanyuan Xiao again.

"If you want to walk, just walk!" Xuanyuan Xiao still said coldly.

Faced with his repeated shouting and asking, the child turned a deaf ear to it, which is a bit of a trick, Cheng Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, turned his head and shouted at the two subordinates: "Teach me a lesson for this bastard!"

"I haven't killed anyone before, so I'm going to take your knife today!" The two big men behind Cheng Zhiyuan slowly picked up the simple knife and walked towards Xuanyuan Xiao.

Under the scorching sun, the sunlight shone coldly on the blade, which reflected in Xuanyuan Xiao's eyes.

Judging from this pace and momentum, Xuanyuan Xiao judged that the two were just country reckless men who had never practiced martial arts at all.

"what!"

The burly man on the left roared, raised the plain knife high, and slashed at Xuanyuan Xiao's Tianling Gai, intending to chop Xuanyuan Xiao into two pieces.

At the moment when the blade moves in mid-air.

Xuanyuan Xiao rolled instinctively, dodged the knife, and the blade slammed heavily on the position where he was originally sitting in meditation, cutting a groove.

Just when the strong man was terrified, Xuanyuan Xiao held the strong man's arm with his right hand, and with a strong left hand, he climbed onto his head.

"What are you looking at, help me!" The strong man hurriedly shouted at another taller and thinner man.

The tall and thin man regained his composure, and slashed towards Xuanyuan Xiao's back flatly with vigor.

At the moment when he was about to arrive, Xuanyuan Xiao sneered, grabbed the strong man by the hair, rolled down sideways, and pulled the strong man's head off with his own weight.

puff!
There was the sound of tearing flesh and blood, and blood blossomed like a lotus.

The blade with the cold light was impartial, and it just hit the strong man's neck. Before the strong man figured out what was going on, he died on the spot, spilling blood all over the place.

The tall and thin man was terrified and even killed his own people. He threw away the simple knife in his hand and fled to the back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and stunned for a moment.

This child who is only six years old has such agility, and even cleverly borrowed a knife to kill someone.

"Good boy, how dare you pretend to be stupid in front of grandpa!"

Cheng Zhiyuan was furious immediately, raised his saber, and walked towards Xuanyuan Xiao.

Xuanyuan Xiao's throat was rolling like a tide, he just killed a strong man himself, just because he didn't know martial arts, if he confronted a martial arts practitioner like Cheng Zhiyuan, the ending would be completely different.

Wiping the blood off his face, Xuanyuan Xiao picked up the plain knife on the ground, but found that the knife weighed four to five catties, and his body couldn't bear it.

"Where is the bandit in front, stop this general quickly!"

At this moment, there was a thunderous roar, which made everyone tremble uncontrollably. Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the place where the sound came from, and suddenly the horror of seeing a devil appeared on his face.

Xuanyuan Xiao turned his head and looked, and saw a cavalry soldier coming. The first one was wearing a black robe of black armor. He was more than eight feet tall and had a majestic figure. He held a blue long sword in his hand, and behind him stood a large The "Mongolian" character battle flag.

Just looking at this aura, Xuanyuan Xiao could tell that this black-robed general was unprecedentedly skilled in horsemanship, his status and ability were no longer comparable to ordinary people, and he had an indescribably majestic aura.

Cheng Zhiyuan bypassed Xuanyuan Xiao, raised his knife and flew on his horse, leading the troops forward.

The two sides reined in their horses and confronted each other at the same time.

Cheng Zhiyuan asked coldly, "Your Excellency is a general of the Qin army?"

I saw the black-robed general stopped his rope and reined in his horse, and shouted angrily: "Little thief, don't you just hear about my reputation!"

"Meng Tian!"

Hearing these two words, Xuanyuan Xiao and the Yellow Turban Army both trembled in shock.

What the Yellow Turban Army is afraid of is Meng Tian. Meng Tian is a well-known brave general in this world. He is known as the number one fierce general in Qingzhou.

However, Xuanyuan Xiao was shocked that Meng Tian would appear in this place. During the Qin Dynasty, Meng Tian shocked the Xiongnu, and his arts, governance and martial arts were all top in history.

However, Xuanyuan Xiao, who had a strong inner quality, immediately calmed down, watched the confrontation between the two calmly, and secretly pondered what to do next.

Cheng Zhiyuan took a deep breath, looked at Meng Tian's aura, and asked: "I have heard that the two Meng brothers, Meng Tian is good at fighting, and Meng Yi is good at planning, but I have never seen what Meng Tian looks like. You said you are Meng Tian, Can I say that I am Emperor Chiyou!"

"Ignorant bandits, today I will let you know what will happen to you if you speak wild words!" Meng Tian let out a low whistle, and ran towards Cheng Zhiyuan with his legs in the stirrups.

"Come on, come on, I'm not afraid even if Meng Tian is here today!" Cheng Zhiyuan cheered up, his legs exerted strength and the horse suffered from pain, and came galloping with his sword behind him.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes resounded through the fertile fields, affecting the tense nerves of the people on both sides.

Xuanyuan Xiao looked at the two of them, knowing the outcome in his heart. The yellow scarf thief who was killed by Guan Yu in a single blow was Meng Tian's opponent. But at the same time, he also found that Cheng Zhiyuan's riding skills were second-rate.

While Xuanyuan Xiao was thinking about it, the two horses had already galloped towards each other.

"Look at the knife!"

Cheng Zhiyuan yelled, and suddenly raised the saber in his hand, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, Meng Tian charged towards him with a thousand catties of strength.

With a sound of "bang bang", before everyone could see clearly, the green sword in Meng Tian's hand was unsheathed, and the musical note was drawn out of the air.

A cold light flashed, and "shua" cut the handle of the saber into two sections, Cheng Zhiyuan stared at Meng Tian with a face full of astonishment.

However, Meng Tian's eyes were full of murder, and without giving Cheng Zhiyuan any chance to breathe, he thrust his sword into his chest with his backhand, and with both arms at the same time, he lifted Cheng Zhiyuan from the horse's back and fell heavily on the ground. In the dirt ten paces away.

Blood was splashed all over the floor, Cheng Zhiyuan held his chest that was spewing blood, pointed at Meng Tian unsteadily, then convulsed a few times, and died of his breath.

(to be continued o(∩_∩)o)

(End of this chapter)