Xifenghe represents the doubts of the entire military, and his strength naturally represents a level beyond the seventh level of the same level. However, at this time, this cultivator who sets out a sword in the army behind him may represent the military's dissatisfaction with Xifenghe. Whether it is in terms of momentum, confidence, or the real power of this sword, it is definitely not weaker than the attack that Xifenghe had just attacked.

Even a real volcanic gush may not be the case.

However, feeling the fierce and domineering sword intent, Tang Zhefeng, who had relied on a clumsy knife to clean up all horse thieves in the Wulan Mountain area many years ago, saw the cold long-haired practitioners beside him raised unhappily in the light of his eyes, but he was not worried at all, but became inexplicably excited.

The scorching waves of air gushed before the real sword intent, blowing the long hair of the cold cultivator.

His fair face and the edges of his hair were plated red, but in the next moment, his whole body burned like a real fire, and it turned into an unimaginable flame!

The sword intent that surged from the front was like a volcano burst out, but his sword intent was completely overwhelmed the former. The tremor between heaven and earth was like a huge furnace standing up out of thin air.

Compared with this huge oven, the sword intent that burst out like a volcano is at most like a flame flowing towards the oven.

Everyone on Tang Mei's side obviously knew that this long-haired man would be like this when he drew his sword. At most, he looked admiring in his pupils, but Xifenghe and the thousand cavalry behind him were all bleak!

"Zhao Jianlu!"

The previously extremely domineering voice turned into an incredible exclaim.

At the moment when the exclamation sounded, the two sword intents had already met.

With a loud bang, the strong wind that was storming out suddenly turned into a real red fire.

Red chain-like flames spewed out dozens of feet to both sides. When they began to slowly disappear, the cavalry, who was still in a violent shock, found that the long-haired practitioner had stood in front of Tang Mei and others at some point, still waving his sword forward.

In his hand, there was a red sword that was sucking and spitting out real flames. The standard was normal, but when the flames surging, it made a loud blast.

▲style_txt; His sword seemed to be lifted up from the ground, and the tip of the sword cut across the ground. A sword mark on the ground was completely melted by terrifying heat, turning into a magma zone. There was also magma dripping from his sword edge.

On the red long sword's sword, the curved and swimming runes were flowing like magma. The first feeling that anyone caught was that the sword seemed to be melting and was about to be cracked as these runes were broken. However, in the next moment, the heavy breath of this sword made anyone feel that it was tempered and extremely stable.

The long-haired man's black hair turned completely red in the red sword light, exuding a certain touching charm.

His originally calm and cold eyes are now red, shining with a kind of selfless light.

In the world, only Zhao Jianlu has such a sword, such a sword intent, and such a cultivator.

Among the thousands of riders, the armor on the cultivator who drew his sword was broken. Although he was standing strongly, his feet plowed deep ravines on the ground.

The sword in his hand was also red, and the flame-like runes were pure golden, but at this time the sword in his hand was constantly shaking, and some black marks appeared on the sword tip due to burning.

He was shocked by a sword, but the powerful cultivator in the army had no anger in his eyes, only deep shock and incomprehensibility.

"How could you be Zhao Jianlu's person?"

Some people who did not take action were as shocked as him, and some people couldn't help but scream.

"My master has taken in many disciples, and Zhao Jianlu is not the only one who is Zhao Yi and Zhao Si." The long-haired man slowly stopped. As the breath of his real name surged, the sword disappeared into his hands. However, the arrogant aura that naturally flowed out of his body was still heart-wrenching.

Xifenghe took a deep breath and looked at the long-haired man with complicated eyes: "Why do you keep following him?"

He naturally refers to Tang Mei.

This is indeed not a boring question.

Every disciple of Zhao Jianlu is a real hero. Over the years, even those who have died in battle have left behind many amazing stories. Especially today, when Zhao Zhan, the seventh disciple of Zhao Jianlu, was killed by Ye Celen in Changling, in the subconscious of most practitioners in the world, the only practitioners of Zhao Jianlu are Zhao Yi and Zhao Si.

How could Zhao Jianlu's giant owl be willing to live in seclusion with a general from the Great Chu Dynasty who retired from the mountains?

Especially even when Tang Mei retired, he did not stand at a very high position in the Great Chu Dynasty. His position in the Great Chu Dynasty's army was probably not as good as the current Xifeng River.

"What my master asked me to practice forbearance. My master agreed with General Tang's military use, so he asked me to follow him."

The long-haired man's face was still extremely cold, but the scarlet and desperate light in his pupils had not yet subsided, giving people a sense of extraordinary charm and power.

He said these two words, then looked at Xifenghe and the cavalry behind him, and said, "Is there any other problem?"

"There will be no more questions." Xifenghe answered seriously, then stopped saying anything, and turned around.

No one will have any problems anymore.

Because no one would feel that he could be superior to the master Zhao Jianlu at that time.

Even now, most practitioners believe that the master of Zhao Jianlu at that time was even stronger than Wang Jingmeng at that time.

The same is true for Zhao Jianlu's practitioners.

Zhao Jianlu's practitioners all believed that Wang Jingmeng owe their master a fair duel.

If it is only a coincidence that a legendary practitioner like Zhu Dao follows Tang Mei, then it is definitely not a coincidence that another practitioner from Zhao Jianlu is.

More importantly, the other cavalrymen around Tang Mei did not seem to be weak either.

At least the four kings and princes who commanded the army in the Qin Dynasty may not have so many powerful practitioners around them.

Thousand Cavalry Generals Tang Mei and others hugged each other and began to march silently and quickly.

When night came, the army did not stop, but changed the prepared horse in a valley and continued to move forward at full speed.

In the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.

There is also a cavalry running.

The howling of the wolf.

A general in charge looked up at the moon, and a feeling of hunger instantly occupied his body and mind. It seemed that his originally dense stomach and intestines were taking time at this moment. Flashes of emptiness and terrible feelings of urgent need for food began to fill his sea of ​​consciousness.

Only then did the general start to realize that it had been too long since the last round of rest and meals, and his subordinates should need more food than him.

He was silent for a moment, knowing that there was something wrong with his mood in a hurry to reach the north.

He issued an order to rest on the spot and bury the pot to make rice.

When the bonfires were lit, he made a decision to let all the soldiers get rid of their golden armor and the heavy beasts, bury them deep on the spot, filling all the traces.

Few people would question his orders, but his order suddenly suppressed the atmosphere of this temporary camp to the extreme.

A general's loud questioning immediately sounded. This is the tradition of this army and the experience of this army. Anything that shakes the morale and will of the army must be solved very publicly.

"General, we all know that you are eager to return to the northern battlefield, but I am worried that you will have emotional problems because you are too anxious. The Golden Flame Heavy Armor has always been the strongest weapon of our Golden Flame Army, and we have long been used to fighting in the way of fighting with the Golden Flame Armor. In the battle, we have already subconsciously used to the rushing killing with the armor that is difficult to pierce and can withstand the collision of powerful vitality. If we remove the armor... we will still be such bravery, are we still the Golden Flame Army?"

This is the Jinge Army.

The generals led were naturally the most powerful general Xiang Yan who guarded the territory at the other end of the Great Chu Dynasty.

"I know there are some problems with my previous emotions. Given the military power comparison between the two sides, from any perspective... our Jinge army is probably the key to the decision of victory or defeat."

Xiang Yan was bathed in the moonlight and slowly walked through the bonfire. His eyes firmly swept over each soldier looking at him. His voice was not loud, but it was extremely stable and clear: "According to the speed of the march, even if we buried the golden flame armor at this moment and went into battle lightly, the fastest time to reach the northern border, this war was at least in the middle and late stages. So in a sense, the arrival of our Jinge Army was not the greatest impact of how many Qin troops could be killed, but to give all the troops in the northern border confidence. We only need... we may only have time to fight one or two key victories."

"The key to our Jinge Army is to be able to arrive at critical moments, not to reach it in a perfect state and combat power."

"As for the armor that you have no habits and can rely on for rushing around, there is still a long time from us to the North, and you can slowly change and get used to it on the way... If you really get to the one or two key battles I mentioned, if there is really no way, then use our flesh and blood as armor to win the battle."

Xiang Yan seemed to be very helpless in these last few words, but such helpless words contained his own courage to sacrifice his life. Before his last words were finished, countless roars and roars sounded in the entire temporary camp.

The golden armor was removed, and the body temperature was missing and it gradually became colder, but the blood was already boiling, and it was burning like a bonfire at this moment.
Chapter completed!