hiss!

The horse under Zhao Langjiang fell to the ground, his whole body twitched and foamed at the mouth, which had exhausted his last bit of strength. He snatched a horse from his hands from the white horse from the ten-mile pavilion, and forced his internal force into the white horse's body along the way, and ran nearly a hundred miles in one breath.

This method is too domineering. When the white horse is exhausted, even if it recovers, the white horse will be ruined.

This is also a helpless move.

Zhao Langjiang had no time, and he couldn't wait. He wanted to arrive at the Yishitian before dawn tomorrow and use the Tiger Festival in his hand to fuse General Liang Yuanzhi to retreat.

"Yixiantian" stationed 30,000 troops to fight against the Western Army in the Ming Dynasty, and based on the heavenly chasm, people defended the Western Xinjiang. However, if what Yuwen Tianlu said was true, Western Chu and Northern Zhou jointly planned, the advantage of being easy to defend but difficult to attack in the First Tiantian completely became a disadvantage. If this line of defense is broken, a gap will be opened in the entire Western Xinjiang.

If in the past, the Western Army could retreat to Yinyang City and form a second line of defense. But today Li Xiancheng rebelled and this second line of defense was destroyed without attacking. Then the Chu and Zhou coalition forces would completely regain the nineteen cities of Yinyang and redefine the territory of the Three Kingdoms.

The white horse still neighs.

When Zhao Langjiang saw it showing pain, he sighed slightly and ended the horse's life with one knife.

It was getting late, and Zhao Langjiang walked forward. After seven or eight miles, he heard a group of people resting in an open space. These people were not old and looked like a newborn man.

In recent years, major sects in the world have trained apprentices, and the theory of trials in the world has been popular. Before the disciples of major sects have joined forces to form different teams to go to dangerous places such as the frontiers, barren mountains, outside the frontiers, and southern Xinjiang to complete some designated tasks.

Just like a scholar who travels to study, travels thousands of miles and reads thousands of books.

People in the martial arts world are trials in the martial arts world, traveling thousands of miles and seeing hundreds of martial arts.

To put it nicely, it is called accumulating experience in the world and preparing for the formal development of the army and to put it bluntly, it means getting familiar with one's face and earning a reputation. When you return to your respective sects, you brag about each other and flatter each other. In this way, you will gain fame in the world.

If you accidentally encounter the treasure of heaven and earth, kill a thief who pretends to be a thief and has a drink in the world, such as a sword that shakes Jiuzhou, Hunyuan Pili Hand, etc., it will be even more perfect.

In fact, many disciples of famous and upright sects rarely take action after they become masters. They rely on the fame accumulated before they become masters and the status of their sects, and attend several martial arts conferences every year and make friends from all over the world, and can still make a fortune.

The young men Zhao Langjiang met were disciples of the second team of the seven sects in the Central Plains, five men and two women. They gave themselves a famous name, called the Seven Heroes of the Central Plains, namely: the Eastern Heroes of Taishan Sect, Lu Kaigua of the Western Heroes of Kunlun Sect, Zhen Nanyan of the Southern Heroes of Emei Sect, Feng Xiaomo of the Northern Heroes of Yanshan Sect, Sun Yuanting of the Northern Heroes of Lingnan Ji Wuming, Ni Chousha of the Northeast Heroes of Guandong Sword Sect, and Sheng Yuanjing of the Northwest Heroes of Sword Sect.

This team originally had eight people, called the Eight Heroes of the Central Plains, but halfway through the walk, the Southwest Heroes were caught by the government when a man from Longxi was stealing pigs, so there were only seven people in Yinyang and his team.

After the seven men formed a team, they spent more than a year to visit most of the Central Plains. When they heard that the war in Western Xinjiang was about to begin, they proposed to go to the Western Front. They thought that they were all masters in the martial arts world, so they would not be able to capture the prince of Western Chu and kill the general of Northern Zhou. They would be so beautiful when they returned to the Central Plains.

The seven heroes of the Central Plains traveled westward without any obstacles, as if they were entering a no-man. However, this group of people were not familiar with the place and were deceived by unscrupulous vendors. They bought a fake map and successfully avoided the various supply points and got lost in the mountains. These days, they had to survive by killing horses for food. At this time, they no longer had the previous sharpness and sighed.

Among the seven heroes, the Eastern Hero Lu Kaigua is the oldest. He spread out the map and encouraged everyone to say, "From here, there is a small path. I heard that there are Northern Zhou garrisons there. After turning over, we will enter the Northern Zhou army camp, slaughter a few officers and then retreat. If we can take the head of Tuoba Niu Ren, we will be proud!"

Ji Wuming said, "Tuoba Niu is the God of War in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, with a strong martial arts skills. Although our Central Plains Seven Heroes are not weak in martial arts, they may not be the opponent when they meet him. How can they kill?"

Lu Kaigua said, "So what about the God of War in the Northern Zhou Dynasty? It is said that it is a God of War, but it is not an individual. As long as it is a human, it will die. Since sooner or later, why not let him die under our sword?"

The Emei female hero Feng Xiaomo was haggard at this time and had not eaten for several days, which made her complain, "Dongxia said it nicely, but we have no food now. Look, I have lost more than ten pounds in the past half month, but less than two hundred pounds. If this continues, this female hero must starve to death!"

Ji Wuming said again, "Okay, Female Feng, in order to maintain your combat effectiveness, you eat more than the six of us alone. We didn't say anything, you should complain first."

Everyone argued endlessly, and Lu Kaigua advised, "Don't argue, you'll be going over mountains and rivers soon, and you can't ride a horse. We'll kill the last horse to eat, and we can handle it for three days. Dear heroes, let's fight with you, we can only succeed, not fail!"

Everyone said, "Only succeed, not failure!"

Dongxiao said, "Kill the horse!"

Feng Xiaomo said, "I'll go!"

"Forget it, I'm afraid you'll eat this horse raw."

Everyone decided to go together. As soon as they got up, they found that the horse was missing! Not far away, the sound of horse hooves came. The seven heroes of the Central Plains saw a man riding on the horse, whipping the horse's buttocks. The horse was in pain and ran away.

"Horse thief!"

The seven heroes of the Central Plains stopped drinking one after another, and the dark green boy in his hand greeted the man. Unexpectedly, he had been hungry for many days and had no accurate head in his hand, and he hit no hit.

Everyone looked at each other.

Ji Wuming said, "What should I do?"

Lu Kaigua said, "As long as your thoughts do not fall, there are always more ways than difficulties."

Seeing the other six heroes looking at her with malicious intentions, Feng Xiaomo said guiltily, "What do you all think of me? I'm sour!"

Lu Kaigua said, "We are also famous and upright people, how could we do such a sting? This is a wilderness, and there should be wolves walking at night and bears appear. You can sacrifice it to make a dangerous situation and solve everyone's food problem."

"Why me?"

"You have a lot of meat."

...

Zhao Langjiang took the horses of the Seven Heroes of the Central Plains, broke the plan of killing enemies and making achievements. He did not stop at all, and continued to use internal strength to urge the horse to run towards the first ray of heaven.

Two hours later, I finally entered the Hengduan Mountains.

A familiar feeling rose from his heart.

Nine years ago, at the age of fourteen, he was conscripted into the army and wore in poor armor and became a small pawn in the Western Army of the Ming Dynasty. Every time he performed a mission, he was the first to rush forward, gradually standing out with a standard saber and a life-threatening fighting style. His military achievements became more and more exhausted. At the age of nineteen, he became a guerrilla deputy general.

Now, the saber is only left with a blade, and it is broken. It is clamped with two wooden boards and wrapped with cow tendons, forming the current cross-cutting knife.

Thirty miles further west is a line of sky.

Zhao Langjiang rode his horse forward, and suddenly a sound arrow roared and shot on the ground in front of him. A team of more than ten people came out of the darkness and shouted, "Stop!"

Zhao Langjiang stopped his horse.

"Who is coming?"

Zhao Langjiang took a deep breath, "Zhao Langjiang, deputy general of the Fengzi Battalion of the Ming Dynasty, asked to see General Liang if there is something important to do!"

Everyone held crossbow arrows and pointed at Zhao Langjiang. The leader smiled and said, "Come on, I am also the deputy general of Fengzi Camp, why didn't you know there is a person like you?" He turned around and asked everyone, "Have you heard of it?"

The soldiers shook their heads one after another.

The deputy general said, "In my opinion, it must be a spy sent by Xi Chu. I took it for me and took it to see General Bao Daxing and Bao!"

...

Gongsun Shu flashed slightly, and the red tassel spear hit Xiao Jinyan's throat, "Do you say it again?"

Xiao Jinyan said, "Get out..."

Gongsun Shu raised her eyebrows and had murderous intent.

"...The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. As the white-faced gun god, Gongsun Daxia made a spear like a rainbow running through the sun, and the water of the Yangtze River flows endlessly. All heroes in the world admire it."

While Xiao Jinyan said, pretending to be careless and pushes away the red tassel spear. Gongsun Shu heard this guy flattered him and was very helpful, saying, "Continue."

Xiao Jinyan said again, "But there is a regret..."

Gongsun Shu pressed the spear against his throat again, "What regret?"

Xiao Jinyan sighed, "With my martial arts skills, I am definitely not the opponent of the White-Faced Gun God. I know a friend of Xiaosheng Jianghu. He is compiling a book of heroes in Jianghu. It is a foregone conclusion that your martial arts skills are included in the heroes. It's a pity that if I die today, if you are a dragon, you will never see your head but not the tail, so it's a pity."

As he said that, he pushed the red tassel spear aside again.

Gongsun Shu said, "This is indeed a problem. What do you think should I do?"

Xiao Jinyan said, "Mr. Gongsun, there is no deep hatred between you and me. What you want to do is to kill Yuwen Tianlu. To be honest, I am not very familiar with him. If I really fight, I am not your opponent. Why not be considered my loss in this battle? "

"What does it mean to count you losing? How can you count if you don't play?"

Xiao Jinyan scratched his head and said, "What should I do?"

Gongsun Shu held a gun in one hand, spitting out an internal force slightly, and with the two as the center, he drew a circle of three feet in size and said, "I will let you have three moves, within three moves, if you can force me out of this punch, I will lose!"

He saw that Xiao Jinyan's realm was low. Not to mention three moves, even if it was thirty moves, Xiao Jinyan could not do anything to him. Xiao Jinyan smiled and said, "Then I'm not polite."

"What weapon do you use?"

Xiao Jinyan said, "I don't have any weapons, but when I was practicing martial arts, I learned a few tricks of guns. It's better for seniors to lend me a spear to me, and juniors will show off their skills."

Gongsun Shu said proudly, "As the saying goes, you can use a knife in a year, use a sword in three years, and practice a gun in your life. How many days have you learned the shooting technique? In front of my gun god, you are not afraid of others' jokes?"

Xiao Jinyan said, "It's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about. I'm thick-skinned."

"Check the gun!"

Xiao Jinyan took over the red tassel spear, but he felt that the gun body was quite heavy.

Ordinary gun rods are mostly made of squid wood, mostly of red and white. There are also mulberry wood and white wax. Because the gun rod needs to be tough and practice to the extreme, you can be bent at will. The opponent can block it with weapons or bypass the opponent to hit it. However, it is rare for Gongsun Shu's gun rod to be made of fine steel.

Xiao Jinyan said, "Good gun!"

Gongsun Shu smiled and said, "I'm still pretty good!" He raised three fingers and said, "Three moves!"

Xiao Jinyan used his internal force to activate the gun body, barely shook the gun flower, and said, "Please give me advice!" After that, he used his internal force, pointed the spear to the left, and shouted, "First move!"

He pointed to the right again, "Second move!"

Gongsun Shu sneered in his heart. He asked him to make three moves, but the kid was ungrateful and used two empty moves in a row. He made up his mind and once the three moves passed, he would use a moon-catching sound from the sea. This was also the empty-handed gun-taking technique he relied on to become famous, and then humiliate the kid.

Xiao Jinyan shouted, "I'm sure you're good, the third move!"

After saying that, he held the spear horizontally, and suddenly used force to throw a javelin from his waist. The red tassel spear drew a graceful curve and fell into the cliff.
Chapter completed!