Fu Canglu

Chapter 642 Frozen Snow in the World, Great Wei Lone Wolf ([-])

Great practitioners are not allowed to intervene in wars.

This is an iron law.

In the Spring and Autumn Qijiang Agreement, there are clear regulations, so neither Xiazi Lin, An Yunchang of Lanling City, nor the sword master of Fengting City can personally intervene in the war.

The killing power of a great practitioner is a disaster for the creatures on the battlefield. When a great practitioner of one side violates the rules and makes a move, the war in the entire area becomes a struggle between the great practitioners of both sides. Everyone will be a foil.

Therefore, Yi Shaoran has been suppressing his own cultivation, only one step away from the master, but has always stopped at the boundary of the ninth rank.

With his current level of cultivation, apart from the female King of Hades in the Northern Wei Dynasty, no one else could stop him. Even if the palace guild had played all their cards, he would still be able to retreat unscathed.

He holds the Six Secret Teachings in his hand, which is Qi Liang's sharpest sword.

Smoke and dust flew up all around, and the eyes swept across. There were 27 white horses in total. The soldiers on the horses were covered with white armor, and their eyes were fierce. ?
Yi Shaoran didn't care, pushed Liutao into the black-robed man's chest with one hand until the hilt sank into it, and with a gentle force from his palm, he flew away heavily. His eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man. .

"Wolf rider. Withdraw!"

Ning Fengxiu's long spear had already been abandoned, the crossbowman's light armor on his body was torn apart, his linen robe was torn, and he got up from the ground. Zhang Wenyuan rode over and pulled him onto the horse.

thundering horseshoes
Yi Shaoran swept one hand from top to bottom, and dozens of six-tao sword qi were spinning behind his back, and his whole body was like a boiling ocean in a big cauldron, hidden but not exposed.

There was a lot of dust, but this green armor didn't rush forward recklessly.

Yi Shaoran is very clear
Now in the river bank battlefield, the dragon boat negotiating was shot in two. The monstrous flames could be seen for miles, and reinforcements would arrive soon.

Yi Shaoran was not afraid of the gang of wolf riders in front of him. To him, with the means of mass killing, even if all the eight hundred wolf riders in Sirius City arrived, they would be ghosts under the sword.

What he is afraid of is the owner of this gang of wolf riders.

The middle-aged man who was pulled onto the horse by the Sirius white robe turned his head, his face was numb, his whole body was as silent as the dead sea, but the previous shot on the dragon boat made half of his body go numb.

Yi Shaoran knew that Ning Fengxiu's physique was extremely strong.

Even if you don't log into the King Kong physique, it's not far behind.

Facing a body refiner of this level, if one's sword energy is exhausted, he will be driven within three feet.
The flames burning above the green armor boiled even more.

After four or five breaths, Zhang Wenyuan pulled Ning Fengxiu away and turned into a black spot in the smoke.

Wolves ride extremely fast on land.

But is it better than yourself?

In the real pursuit battle, he could have looted the armor alone and killed them all on the way back to the city.

Yi Shaoran lowered his eyebrows and stared at the ground not far in front of him.

The man in the black robe that was pushed to the ground by himself, pierced by the sword energy of Liutao, who was supposed to be utterly dead, struggled to catch his breath, gave an unprecedented laugh, and stood staggeringly. up.

There were two big guns on the back of the big man in black robes, one gold and one silver, which were dazzling in the flames. He stood up with difficulty and was extremely slow. He took advantage of the situation and pulled out the two big guns. Together with the smoke.

Yi Shaoran noticed that the wound on the black-robed man's chest pierced by the sword energy was slowly healing, scabs formed quickly, and it only took dozens of breaths until healed.

Yi Shaoran took a deep breath, and the sword energy rotating behind his back slowly spread out, like a peacock spreading its tail.

The black robe grinned.

This is a fierce man.

A fierce man who is not afraid of death.

He dragged two guns, placed them under his armpits, and started to run. The sparks from the two gun points sneered on the ground, and a huge black shadow rushed into Liu Tao's sword energy with incomparable speed.

"Qi Liang only has one Yi Shaoran, and the wolf rider... also has only one master."

On the bumpy horseback, Zhang Wenyuan in the white robe was carrying Ning Fengxiu on his back. His robe was soaked in blood and became sticky and heavy. The middle-aged man on the back was breathing weakly. On the noisy battlefield, the wolf rider was now flying like a fast arrow. , Behind him, the sound of the prince's heart beating was as violent as a war drum.

"Meng Qi. Is Meng Qi back?"

Ning Fengxiu's voice was dry, and he hugged Zhang Wenyuan subconsciously, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, and the scene of the green light penetrating the black robe vaguely remained in his mind.

too tired.

It's so tiring.

It was a long journey from the Juxi line of defense to Qijiang.

Wang Luo, who defeated Qi Liang, stabbed Qi Shu, pierced the entire dragon boat, and attacked Yi Shaoran with a single shot. It exhausted all the strength of this man. He is not Yi Xiao, and he has no lotus pond. , without killing skills, relying on... just a passion.

Now the last of the blood is gradually cooling down.

There was chaos in my mind, I raised my head subconsciously, and saw crystal clear objects slowly falling in the dark sky.

Only then did I realize that the hot battlefield was December.

Is it snow that falls from the sky?

It's cold.

It's cold, it's so cold.
Ning Fengxiu's lips murmured, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

What I asked repeatedly was, has Meng Qi come back?

This question has been asked dozens of times along the way.

Zhang Wenyuan's voice kept coming.

"He can't die"

"I can't die."

"My lord, Meng Qi can't die. His life is stinky and tough, and he will catch up soon. Let's go back to Sirius City first and win this battle. My lord, ha, there are still 20 people waiting in the city." Follow us. My lord, haha ​​my lord?"

Zhang Wenyuan turned around and saw that the eyelids of the man on his back were closing uncontrollably, he felt a chill in his heart, and became a little flustered. He rode the horse with one hand, and wrapped his arms around the waist of the middle-aged man with the other hand. While he was busy, he let go of the reins of the horse and tore a corner of the robe. The robe became especially tough after being soaked in blood. He clenched his teeth and pulled and pulled, tightly binding the two of them together.

The white horse roars

Even people and riders broke through the pitch-black wolf smoke, and there was a tragic scene in front of them, with pits everywhere, arrow feathers on corpses stuck on the ground, and broken flames burning at the end. Riding on the cracked armor, someone turned his head numbly, and Zhang Wenyuan's ear-piercing sound of arrows piercing the air could already be heard.

He had just tightened the cloth belt binding the two, and before he could move his hands, he was shot by a crossbow in the shoulder. The person who shot the crossbow violently forced him, and almost pulled him off. What was attached to the end of the crossbow was actually a silk thread with excellent tenacity
A flash of saber flashed, and one of the few wolf cavalry rushed over, cut the silk thread with a saber, then swept forward, slashed down heavily, and smashed the head of the crossbowman who shot the crossbow!
Zhang Wenyuan covered his shoulder with one hand, and tried to pull out the arrowhead, but found that it was an inverted cross arrow. After penetrating into the flesh and blood, it penetrated the shoulder. The tip of the iron arrow had blossomed, holding the flesh tightly.

"I fuck you!"

The horses have already roared past, and everything seems to have passed away.

Zhang Wenyuan took a deep breath, before he had time to think, he drew out the long knife at his waist, and swung it mechanically. At the moment of life and death, all the strength between the bones was squeezed out. If you don't start the moment of continuous cutting, there will always be brothers rushing forward, resisting the fatal blow for yourself and the man behind you, and then continue to charge forward.

From 20 people to ten people.

Then to nothing.

only myself.

"Hold!"

"fuck you"

"Kill, kill. Get out of the way, give way to me, get out of the way! Get out of the way."

Unconscious chopping, in the end, even the strength of clenching teeth was exhausted, the whole body was dry, and there was no more strength to squeeze out.

It turned out that on the battlefield, it was so difficult to move an inch.

Every step is a life.

At the end.

It was quiet.

There was no sound of people around.

It's like breaking through the nail tide.

Zhang Wenyuan's waist and abdomen were already numb. He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes that fell at an unknown time, burning with black smoke and red blood. There was a broken battle flag mast covered with a layer of scarlet crystals. Severed limbs rolled to the ground, broken scales
It turns out that what we have come to now is just a battlefield that is over, and someone will come soon to reap human lives.

Zhang Wenyuan looked at it for a long time.

He couldn't see Sirius City.

The white-robed man smiled, and he read softly: "My lord, I tried my best. The road is too difficult to walk. Meng Qi, a bird man, why hasn't he come back? He is an idiot, he must have lost his way. But it's okay."

Zhang Wenyuan lowered his head and asked himself mockingly, "What's the difference between this place and hell?"

Fighting for so many years.

This was the most tragic scene he had ever seen.

Most of those who fell on the ground were soldiers from the Northern Wei Dynasty. The massacre proved how the soldiers of Qi and Liang were advancing like a tide and their morale was high.

The extremely sleepy white-robed man took off the blood and sweat-soaked cloth strips around his waist, and tied Ning Fengxiu to the horse's back.

He patted the horse's head and signaled for the white horse to leave. Whether he could send the prince to Sirius City, at this moment, was not something he could decide.

Zhang Wenyuan looked back.

He remembered the way he had come.

Hurrying back now, is it too late to save that idiot?
In the midst of the smoke and dust, he narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be a long robe, swaying in the wind, slowly coming from the battle fog.

The man sighed.

"Saving two lives, shouldn't it be an exception?"

(End of this chapter)