The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path - Chapter 183

One hundred thousand iron hoofs run towards Ling Fengxiao.

He was in a brilliant red coat, particularly prominent on the yellow sand wasteland, and also contrasted strongly with the black cavalry torrent, just like the **** sun of the sky.

However, one’s body is small.

Lin Shu could hear the clarion call from the North Cavalry, and the entire striker stepped on Ling Fengxiao.

The cultivator was sensitive, he even saw a slightly cruel smile under the face armor of some cavalry in front.

Too.

The so-called one man is the one, and Wan Fu Mo is open, it is just an impossible legend. No matter how advanced the cultivation of the immortal is, after all, two fists are difficult to defeat the four hands, and the day when the cultivation is exhausted is the time when anyone loses control.

At this moment, I am afraid that Beixia’s generals and cavalry are full of disdain and ridicule.

Maybe they are thinking that Her Royal Highness Fengyang of Nanxia heard that Xiuwei is really deep, but unfortunately her brain is broken. She has to run here to pray for her arms. Let her be a peerless Xiuwei, no matter how beautiful she looks, after today, Under the iron hoof, the mud was broken into dust, and the bones were incomplete.

Lin Shu silently watched them walk towards Ling Fengxiao with this expression, and even thought about what Xiao Xiao looked like at this moment.

Getting closer.

Qian Zhang, Bai Zhang, Shi Zhang, Wu Zhang.

He heard the veteran general beside him sighing in disgust, anxious and heartache.

Five feet, four feet, three feet.

On the occasion of life and death, there was a sudden thunder!

A ray of cricket blood, like a falling flower, rose from Ling Fengxiao’s body. It is also at this moment that the world is silent.

There seemed to be some changes between heaven and earth, but no one could detect what was going on. Only intuition drove the front cavalry to pull the horse suddenly, and the soldiers behind were too late to pull the horse and hit the cavalry in front, causing Not a small riot.

The cavalry looked at each other, not only where did the strange feeling come from. Fortunately, the general responded immediately. At the next moment, the horn sounded “Charging.” At the same time, the cavalry slammed the horse’s belly at the same time.

In the wind, a strand of Ling Fengxiao’s hair was blown across his face, facing the dark iron riding torrent that seemed to hang from nine days ago. He didn’t have any extra actions, just slowly and slowly turned the knife Pull it out.

It is worthy of the sword, the blade is also dark, not only dark and dull, but also a black hole, which can swallow all the light in this world.

The moment the blade was completely out of the sheath, all ghosts cried!

Lin Shu knew that when the war was turbulent in ancient times, some people came up with the idea of ​​”songs on all sides”. They sent people to sing homesick rumors in the camp where the enemy was stationed. With tears on his sleeves, sorrow can hardly be restrained, and morale has since deteriorated.

Homesickness rumors can still make thousands of soldiers empathize with tears, so what about the resentment that originally came from the hearts of everyone in the world?

In troubled times, life is like duckweed, who hasn’t hated it?

Lin Shu saw that even the soldiers on the Nanxia side were controlled by the wailing voices of all ghosts, and his eyes were confused-not to mention the Beixia soldiers who were directly affected by the sound.

Even those steeds with strong muscles and strong muscles showed anxiety, constantly snoring their noses, flicking their tails, and fist-sized eyes were bleeding red.

Maybe it ’s not eating well, or is being abused by the host? Lin Shu thought.

Or the cavalry needs to train every day, and the horses also need to train every day. They could have been a carefree wild horse in the mountains and green waters, but they were caught in the barracks because of the great horse of this breed. Put on the dragon head and saddle, and become a war horse driven by someone, or pull a cart with a load to carry a heavy cargo horse.

It can be seen that people have hatred, horses have hatred, and there are all things in the world, but no soul has hate.

Because of this, the power that Ling Fengxiao can use is endless.

The oncoming horn sounded intermittently, and it was difficult to hear in the wailing voices in the heavens and the earth, but the soldiers who blew it were not in a good condition, were weak, and ran out of tone, which was extremely ugly.

When the cavalry heard the charge command, they struck their spirits, tightened the reins, and pushed the war horse forward. Beixia’s army experienced a second halt and finally moved up hard—the reason why it was difficult was because most of the war horses Not very cooperative.

The next moment, the abrupt change came again!

The blood mist rose from the ground and spread silently. Everyone affected by resentment, under their feet and even on the body, began to dissipate blood or black mist. When they realized it, they were already in a sea of ​​blood.

This scene is too treacherous and terrible. Some soldiers have shaken their legs like sieve braces, and hundreds of war horses have been frightened, and they have gone mad in the same place.

No matter what happened, morale on Beixia’s side was almost gone.

However, anyway, Beixia’s army is not only mortal cavalry and ordinary war horses, but also a profound wizard.

Just listening to the sound of 恍 Ruo Hongzhong came from behind, deafening.

“Pretend to be a ghost! Shameless!” Said the old wizard: “Is this the gentleman’s style of Nanxia?”

His voice used mana, which could be heard throughout the battlefield. Ling Fengxiao responded to him and naturally blessed the mana, but the special effects were not the same, the voice was not as loud as the old wizard, but it was cold and indifferent. Falling from the air.

“Oh?” Just listen to him and say, “This hall is shameless for pretending to be a god, and compared to your country, which turned hundreds of thousands of people into living corpses, and attacked my capital at night, what happened?”

The old wizard was obviously stunned, but did not show weakness. He said, “The swordsmen on the battlefield meet each other and they fight hard. What’s the point of you playing such a trick?”

“What’s the point?” Ling Fengxiao seemed to sigh: “Her Excellency wants to meet with swordsmen, so I have to be respectful rather offensive … offensive.”

With an “offense” falling, he wiped the blade of “worthy” with his left hand.

The years that he deserves to follow him have gradually become spiritual. At this moment, with the movement of his fingertips, the blade trembles slightly and makes a low-pitched sound.

Large blocks of black evil spirits rose in the blood mist, converged, separated, and coagulated.

Time seems to have passed only a half a joss stick, and it seems like a lifetime.

That black, spooky and terrible evil spirit condensed in the air into tens of thousands of densely packed knives, with the blade pointed downward!

Every knife is worthy of appearance, with endless blood and shame on him.

Whenever a North Xia soldier raises his head, he will tremble and find that a vicious, bladed sword is hung directly above his head. This knife seems to fall straight down and stab himself into the next moment. Two halves.

Except for the cavalry, the wizard is not immune, and no matter how superb a wizard is, at this moment he is suppressed by the powerful evil spirit and sorrow emanating from his shame, and his body cannot be moved, let alone the sacrificial offering. Move the spell.

At this moment, no one said that Ling Fengxiao was pretending to be a ghost or a bluff.

The wailing of all ghosts can be a fantasy, and blood mist can also be a blinding method, but the knife tip hanging on top of it, the instinct between life and death, can never be fake. Everyone knew that if Ling Fengxiao wanted to take their name, it was only in an instant.

——What kind of cultivation is this?

Looking at their expressions, Lin Shu can imagine that these people have doubts about the world, and even thought, why am I here?

However, there is no way, this little Phoenix is ​​so powerful.

Ling Fengxiao closed her sword and returned to the sheath, understating a wave of robe sleeves.

Between the sea of ​​blood, a path was separated, and the bodies of the cavalry and warhorses were no longer under their control, and they were forced to go to both sides to form a wide path.

At this moment, Yin Hong who was even reflected in the sky, Ling Fengxiao slowly walked forward in a red coat, walking in the surging blood sea, as if the demon crawled out of Shura ghost prison, like a distant From the kingdom, this king of blood and blood.

All in all, this scene will remain in the hearts of everyone present for a long time, becoming a memorable lifelong nightmare, or a nightmare entangled throughout life.

Especially for Xiao Yan.

Halfway through, Ling Fengxiao seemed a little impatient and didn’t want to go forward.

-Or, he thinks it’s a little too far away from Lin Shu.

I saw him slowly stretch out his hand forward.

The lady’s delicate jade fingers scratched in the air.

At the very core of the Beixia Army, Xiao Yan’s chariot flew into the air, flew a few rolls in the air, and finally landed heavily on the ground in front of Ling Fengxiao.

The people inside didn’t come out, it seemed to be a kind of silent resistance.

However, silent resistance is only useful when the strength of both sides is comparable.

I saw Ling Fengxiao raise her eyebrows lightly, and this sturdy, brass ebony battle trench fell slowly to one side.

Xiao Kun and a group of guards crawled out of the car door.

This person wore apricot-colored clothes today, Lin Shu looked away, feeling like an enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang.

The enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang said to Ling Fengxiao: “His Royal Highness! Your Highness has something to say!”

Ling Fengxiao: “Yes.”

Xiao Yan: “… Ah?”

Ling Fengxiao said, “Negotiate the peace today?”

Xiao Ye nodded repeatedly: “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Without any objection, Your Highness will order Beixia to surrender.”

“Okay …” Xiao Yan first responded with a loud voice, then suddenly a shock, realizing that it was wrong: “… No! We haven’t separated out the battle of Xichuan …”

Then he looked around, watching the dense rain of swords, the trembling generals, “the difference between victory and defeat” has not been explained.

However, His Royal Highness still needs some face, so he surrendered too much, although he did not have any cards at all.

Xiao Xuan trembled and said, “This matter … is too big. I am just a … Prince of the State Supervisor, and I have to know the Emperor’s Father before I can …

“Yeah.” To everyone’s surprise, Ling Fengxiao’s attitude was very mild.

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

“Then please His Royal Highness follow me back and be a guest for a few days.” Ling Fengxiao said lightly.

Xiao Yan: “…”

Lin Shu wanted to laugh.

Facts have proved that in front of Ling Fengxiao, both Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Yan are the same weak and helpless.

He continued to watch Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan looked at his guard.

The guard looked faint.

Xiao Yan looked at his general.

The general loved nothing.

Xiao Yan looked at his hundreds of thousands of troops.

The army was afraid to come out.

Xiao Yan had to look at Ling Fengxiao instead.

Ling Fengxiao lightly turned around and fluttered in red.

Xiao Zhe kept up with helplessness, despair, and downcast, and glanced at the back of Ling Fengxiao from time to time.

The guards looked at each other, and finally chose to stay where they were, giving up His Royal Highness.

Ling Fengxiao led a half-dead Prince of North Xia, and walked towards South Xia.

Nanxia is also afraid to come out.

When approaching, Lin Shu saw Xiao Aiqi asking Ai Fengxiao Ai Yixiao: “His Royal Highness, Your Beauty, have we seen each other?”

His Royal Highness smiled back: “His Royal Highness, think about it.”

The author has something to say: Xiao Yan: I fuck.