Fu Canglu

Chapter 237 The Red Clothes Enter Luoyang

The woman in red with the sword box on her back said calmly, "If you don't want to bear this sword, don't get in the way."

The man from the Zhong family frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

In his opinion, although the heir of the Mu family has a strong aura, he is exhausted.Although no one knows what happened between her and the rain demon in the Bingmu Lake in Beiyuan, but there is no doubt about it.

She's just a dying person.

The purple-robed master who had the second thought of praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles laid a net in Beiyuan, but finally returned without success, and the fact that the red-clothed man can still walk to Luoyang safely with his sword box on his back is enough to illustrate some problems .

The sword case on her back
And the sword in the sword case.
Zhong Yusheng didn't know how sharp that sword was, and he didn't want to know.

So he took a step back obediently, and made way for that beautiful woman.

Fortunately, the sword in the sword box was not prepared for him.

The red-clothed child Zun Yunshang continued to move forward with a blank expression on his face, slowly moving away the plain hand that was pressing on the sword box behind his back, and the big red sleeve fluttered alone.

It is only ten miles from the purple bamboo forest to the north gate of Luoyang.

Dressed in red clothes, walking barefoot, with countless purple bamboo leaves hovering above his head, not far in front of him is the majestic and vigorous thousand-year-old ancient city of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Inside the north gate of Luoyang, there was a sudden tremor, like sparks, and then the tremor sound gradually increased, increasing by tens of breaths, just like the beating of drums.

It has been a while since the gate of Luoyang Cave was opened. Some of those Jianghu travelers who couldn’t wait to leave this ancient capital had not yet gone far, tremors came from the soles of their feet, and distant shouts sounded in their ears.

So they stopped in their tracks and looked back with some perplexity.

Looking down from the sky above Luoyang, there are only a few scattered black dots on the loess soil that stop with their swords. These quacks, whose luck can’t be said to be good or bad, turned their heads in confusion, and didn’t see the flames of Luoyang’s scholars feasting on literature and Taoism. But happened to see the fierce scene of the Northern Wei army leaving the city.

The head of the tower at the north gate of Luoyang was moved to two huge war drums.

At this moment, the drummer began to beat the war drum.

The ancient warhammer fell and struck the drum, and the first thunderclap resounded through the sky and the earth at the head of Luoyang city.

Yellow sand fills the sky.

The bursts of thunder are superimposed, and the momentum becomes more grand
The first one to come out was the black iron cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the hero of Luoyang.

It is the first weight.

Then the imperial army of the Northern Wei Dynasty, wearing heavy armor and carrying silver spears, slowly left the city majesticly.

It is for the second weight.

The Chifeng Battalion killed all of them in the battle at the South Gate of Luoyang, so the crossbow battalion with seven colors and one color was a bit abrupt, and they rushed out on both sides of the Imperial Guards in the Northern Wei Dynasty, waiting for the opportunity to lie down. Hou was behind the black iron cavalry, and the light crossbow on the forearm was already holding the string. Hair, eager to try.

It is for the third weight.

Dozens of tall figures shrouded in wide black robes rode on the same tall pitch-black steeds, both men and horses rolled up and down with a strong murderous aura, so the black ink soaked in the robes appeared out of thin air. Kind of chilling.These pseudo-ninth-rank powerhouses cultivated by Senluo Dao in the Northern Wei Dynasty with great effort have always been regarded by Fengxian Palace as the murderous weapon of the court when they travel the rivers and lakes. After the Seventh Red Moon Incident in July, almost all of them were urgently recalled to Luoyang.

At this moment, with a black crown and black clothes and a black horse, dozens of figures are traveling like ghosts from hell, and the jet-black primordial power is wandering out of the body. It is no less menacing than a thousand riders leaving the city, which is the fourth level.

Several prominent figures in Luoyang who reined in their horses stood silently at the front.

Looking at each other, no one spoke first.

When the decree came, a large number of people, especially the elite soldiers and horses, who surrounded Goulan Street in Tiansu Tower were quickly transferred to the north gate of Luoyang.

On the wide terracotta soil of the north gate, the six armies did not send out, and the dust was flying under the hovering bronze gate, slowly settling down.

The six Nuying captains with the best eyesight squinted their eyes, trying to see clearly who was the one who could make themselves and many soldiers wait several miles away.

About a moment.

Thousands of soldiers who had already set up their battle formations, never had such a big battle in 16 years since the founding of the Northern Wei Dynasty, heard a long cry from outside the sky amidst the roar of thunder and drums.

Majestic and high.

The irritability overwhelmed all the drumbeats!
Slowly like the wind but with awe-inspiring killing intent.

Vigorous yet dull.

There are two huge war drums on the top of the tower.

At this moment, there was a huge battle drum as tall as three people. Under the desperate beating of two drummers, the drum surface suddenly exploded!

Drum!

Thousands of horses were terrified, neighing suddenly, slamming their feet on the ground desperately, and the reins were pulled desperately.

The scene got a little out of control for a while.

While everyone was in a trance, they saw a red-clothed figure walking from the purple bamboo forest in the distance.

Red splashes into the ink in the yellow sand.

The man walked barefoot, walking a straight line leading to the north gate of Luoyang.

Everyone was silent and did not dare to speak out, even the horses under their seats did not move.

Silent.

The face and temperament of the woman in a red dress swaying wantonly in the wind are all of the highest class, and she is probably the most stunning beauty in this river and lake for a century.

Behind her was an extremely strange thing.

It was a sword box.

Nine black-gold dragons occupy the back of the sword case, their faces are ferocious, and the color of rage overflows the surface of the sword case. Under the body of the black dragon crosses the snow-white phoenix with flapping wings and screaming.

Black dragon and white phoenix.

The woman in red with the sword box on her back was like a fairy descended from the sky, her complexion was as cold as a snow mountain that would not melt away for ten thousand years, her eyes passed the layers of black armored cavalry, and she went straight into Luoyang City.

She pressed one hand on the sword box behind her back.

In front of him is a sea of ​​people, the forest-like cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

She spoke softly.

"Step aside."

The woman's voice fell, and that side was standing at the top of the north gate of Luoyang. At this moment, the big drum with no drum top and the drum body suddenly exploded for no reason. Gas sputtering generally explodes.

The red clothes stretched out a hand, aimed at the Luoyang city tower and slightly gathered five fingers, pulling the Yuanli like a thread.

A loud bang.

Then there was a scream and the sound stopped abruptly.
The captain of the Forbidden Army, the captain of Nuying, and the cavalry commander of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were ordered to stop the woman in red in front of them, and even the masters of Senluo Dao who had reached the ninth rank in their practice, stared blankly at the ground not far in front of them. A huge hole that was smashed out by the wreckage of the war drum.

Then they turned their heads slightly, looking at a black-robed figure who was walking side by side with them before.

At this moment, the back of the empty black horse is empty.

The black robe on the horse's back had disappeared.

The woman in red with the black dragon and white phoenix sword box on her back still had a calm face and indifferent eyes. She didn't look at the master of Sen Luo Dao who was smashed into the ground by the battle drum from the top of the tower and died, but continued to move forward.

The yellow sand all over the sky has a bloody smell.

There are drums on both sides of the Luoyang City Tower, but now only one side remains.

The drummer who was in charge of beating the drum was almost unsteady on his feet, his mouth was parched, and he looked at the figure in red as if he had seen a ghost.

Hong Yi'er repeated softly: "Get out of the way."

Silence for no reason.

Under the eyes of thousands of people, she took a step forward.

The captain of the Forbidden Army, who was the first to stand in front of the red robe, took a step back.

The cavalry leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty took a step back.

The captain of the six major crossbow battalions took a step back.

The dozens of black-robed figures of Sen Luodao took a step back.

Qianqi stood in front of one person, and the north gate of Luoyang seemed a bit crowded.

And such a crowded scene was formed by Qianqi to make way for one person.

The imperial army, iron cavalry, crossbow battalion, and Senluo Road of the Northern Wei Dynasty gave up a straight and fastest road enough for the woman in red to enter Luoyang City.

And the hand that was pressed on the sword box by the red-clothed child still did not let go.

The iron cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty remembered this red dress, and after many years, this picture is still vivid in the minds of everyone present.

In the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Jian Zongming entered Luoyang alone to provoke the Northern Wei Dynasty, which had just been founded, and proved to the world how a single person can overwhelm a world.

And in the great world lit by sparks, this red dress made everyone remember what a female sword fairy should look like.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the drummer who was almost limp on the top of the tower.

"Drumming."

The drummer was about to cry, he swung his hammer desperately, and struck at the drum.

The sky and the earth at the north gate of Luoyang were once again like thunder.

Entering Luoyang dressed in red.

(End of this chapter)