Datang: I was the champion in high school, but was persuaded to quit by the court

Lin Hao didn't understand, and he didn't have any bullshit pride of being a Han family. We are all human, there is no distinction between good and bad, only good and bad.

Lin Dawan's life is not just fighting and killing, the most important thing to do is to make love, ideal is to bring the brothers and sisters of Jiannan Road together, so that one day the people in the entire Central Plains can live comfortably.

I don't offend people, but people offend me. It's useless to talk about ideals and life, so it's time to use a knife to get rid of the lump.

Lin Hao drank the last sip of wine, carefully put on the wine seal, pinned it on the most conspicuous position on his waist, grinned, it was so fucking cool, he raised his hands above his head, his waist was naturally natural, and when he came back, his body The momentum changed suddenly, and everything was restrained in his heart.

hiss!

The Zhaoye Jade Lion sensed its owner's emotions, raised its head to the sky and gave a long cry, and Gao Yue's front hoof stomped heavily, splashing dust in the air.

Want to fight?Perfect for you!

The horse was like a flying shadow, as fast as a thunderbolt, the formation in front was wide open, and the heavy armored guards immediately gave way and moved to another place, leaving only the Dalai Lama here.

Lin Hao bent down as the horse galloped forward, and his whole body was attached to the horse's back in a strange posture, just like a tight bowstring.

The Dalai Lama tightly clenched the silver gun with both hands, let out a soft breath, and got his wish, but raised his spirits, and looked at the target in front of him approaching him.

drink it!

hum!

One shot, without too many fancy tricks, returning to the basics is a straight shot in the hand, the arm and the handle of the gun are connected in a straight line, extending to the tip of the gun, all the power is poured into one point, a little bit of cold light, shattering mountains and rivers .

Clang!

Standing up, drawing the knife, leaning up, shouting loudly,

roll!

Lin Hao flew the tip of the spear in one go, and quickly turned from defense to attack. He extended his right hand to the left, and swung his sword upwards to strike the Dalai Lama's neck.

When the gun is turned back, the Dalai Lama retracts the gun and holds the middle section, twists and turns with one hand, a silvery-white circle forms a screen, flicks the tip of the sword, stops immediately, holds the tail of the gun with his right hand, and holds the middle section with his left hand, and rotates horizontally above his head. The wind was bitter, and he drew a semicircle to take Lin Hao's head.

Lin Hao flicked his wrist, let go of his strength, and then raised it upwards. The sword moved forward with his arm, making a slap-like upward movement.

clang!

The crisp sound stung the eardrums, and the two exchanged a move and then bounced away with force, pulling out two bodies.

"Not bad!"

Lin Hao, who couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, sighed in admiration, not knowing whether he was praising himself or the opponent in front of him.

Dalai lowered his head with a gloomy face. The chest of the battle armor on his body has been cut, revealing the inner robe. If Lin Hao, who has made 270 meritorious service in one fell swoop, would have cut his chest with a single knife, if he had just taken a slow step with his gun.

"You're good too!"

Persuading Lin Hao to praise himself for his comments, the Dalai Lama replied indifferently, twisted his wrist, dragged the spear to the ground, and went forward, sweeping out again.

clang!

Holding the sword in his right hand, Lin Hao pointed it out lightly, the sword was tapped and released, and the two attacked at the same time, fighting together again.

Lu Dongzan was desperately resisting the back and forth attacks of the three heavy armored guards. He was extremely anxious, but he was still powerless. The three black armored guards put their combat power into the formation, and they were able to deal with one mark and twelve cavalry without any effort. As a crossbowman, Lu Dongzan didn't dare to push him too hard.

"Go away!"

The two swords are like rolling dragons, and the sound of gold and stone rang in my ears.

Before Lu Dongzan swept the formation, a big halberd came from one side, and two more halberds came from the left and right sides. He was so anxious that he vomited blood.

This Dalai Lama is also an idiot. He insisted on going out of his way to single out Lin Hao. If the 3 people trapped in the mud cannot get out, none of them will survive.

Lu Dongzan kept cursing inwardly. He had to deal with the situation of the heavy armored guards in his hands, and he had to always pay attention to the situation of the army in the rear, so as to prevent the [-] army from being defeated like a mountain. What does it mean that a phoenix on the ground is not as good as a chicken? That's it.

It's better to be a pawn than to be a pawn. ......

283: The sword is a deadly sword, and the gun is a deadly gun【Full Order】

Garqinlin is an old-fashioned figure, deeply trapped by the rigid rules of his ancestors, unable to get out, accepting the dead truth and following the rules, and doesn't understand too many things.

They didn't understand that Ma Gaoqiang used catapults and crossbows to launch battles in front of the chaotic stone forest, and Qin Yuyan did it knowingly that he couldn't do it, so when he met Lin Hao, the representative of the new school, he suffered a big loss.

Let his mouth be worn out, so to speak, in the end, he happily pulled back a cart of junk from Jiannan Road. For Lin Hao's action of defending the Central Plains with a city, it was regarded as a match that he hadn't seen for a long time. Big joke.

Time will prove everything.

If Lin Hao stood in front of him and said such a sentence with great philosophical principles, Gal Qinlin would definitely raise his brows, and the corner of his mouth would curl into a sneering smile, but now he can't laugh.

The facts in front of us have proved the empty truths that have been piled up in thousands of words. The main force of 9 people has accumulated thousands of casualties every time it is reported. The sad truth of Ozeki.

Garqin Lin, who was sitting high on the horseback, trembled all over, and the light in his narrowed eyes was no longer bright. Covered by the cloudy eyeballs, there was a sense of dilapidation that could not be concealed, like a big tree withered wormwood, suffering The gust of wind swept through, mixed with the blizzard, and at an instant visible speed, the vitality of the body was dissipated in an instant, and the last thing that fell to the ground and the tree fell and the monkey scattered.

Sunset?

It is more appropriate for the sun to break through the western mountains.

In this first battle into the Central Plains, Galqinlin witnessed too many unexpected impossibilities, just like the soldiers of Jiannan Road who are struggling on the city wall now, filling the gap with their lives is not advisable, even ignorant , but worth it.

Ugh!

Looking up at the sky, there was a bewitching blood-red mist, and the golden sunlight was covered by the chilling aura all over the sky. He timidly hid in the clouds, and Garqin Lin heaved a long sigh.

Is it really wrong?

drive!

A standard of twelve riders gallops forward, as the saying goes, Tian Wei [-] leaves a line, and Garqin Lin holds the reins tightly, God doesn't even give the last line?

Fortunately, there are no absolutes, and being unlucky all the time is not God's intentional teasing of people. The leader brought a standard crossbowman to the front and back of the battle, immediately got off the horse, cupped his fists and bowed his head, respectfully said: "Report to the Marshal~!"

"The prince and the deputy commander are trapped in the canyon, and it will take some time to get out!"

"The prince is afraid that the marshal will wait, so he ordered me to come and report!"

Galqinlin opened his cloudy eyes, a little anxious, how could the [-] reinforcements who were healthy were trapped, but now is not the time to worry about this.

"How many people are there in the enemy army?"

"Do you need me to send troops to rescue!"

"Is the prince safe and sound?"

The three questions in a row showed that the Tubo deputy commander was anxious at the moment, and even his breath became a little unstable.

"Marshal, don't worry!"

"There are only 5000 ambush troops in Jiannan Road, so it's nothing to worry about!"

"The prince intends to use his tricks!"

"I hope the marshal is at ease!"

call!

Garqinlin let out a breath, and hung his face again, smiling a little relaxedly, probably because his heart, which has been suppressed for a long time, finally heard the good news. The strange look on the seam is a bit funny.

"That's good, that's good!"

"Since the prince has such a heart, I will definitely wait here with peace of mind!"

"Never let the Jiannan Road thieves leave the city!"

"Go at ease!"

Gal Qinlin waved his hand without doubt. For him, Lu Dongzan's status as a prince is more credible than anything else. This is a common problem among old guys who stick to the old rules. The huge gully brought about.

The leader made a confession, and got up and left with his subordinates. Right behind the Tubo army, he turned his head and looked at Songzhou City. There was a dense line of defense piled up with the blood and flesh of countless children of Jiannan Road. The sun shone on his face after the dark clouds, a slightly dark resolute face, a soldier of Songzhou City, Bai Feng.

Garqin Lin, who didn't know the trick, couldn't be in a good mood, but he finally saw a glimmer of light through the clouds and mists. Humans and beasts with desires are probably the same. A seed of hope can ignite a raging fire in the heart.

Lin Hao, a monk and Bodhisattva who has no desires and desires, can't figure it out, but whoever makes Gal Qinlin a wolf who wants to eat meat is also a hungry wolf.

Bai Feng went as fast as he came. In just a quarter of an hour, the scene in the canyon had undergone earth-shaking changes. There were corpses all over the ground wearing Tubo-style leather armor, and the boulders were still burning weakly. sparks, the opposite land was covered with a touch of dark red, coquettish and deep, and a bit cold-blooded.

The heavyweights on the field were three people. The Tubo Prince Ludongzan's mouth was bursting, blood was flowing, his unkempt head was panting, and he was already exhausted.

The deputy commander, Dalai, discarded his battle armor altogether, and left a few traces of sharp swords on the silver gun he held tightly in his hand.

Lin Hao, who is the most leisurely, can't see any injuries. There is a big hole in the left underarm of the armor on his body. It was obviously pierced by the Dalai Lama, leaving a scare mark on the armor. The mask on his face has been put away and put close to his body. , This thing will be useful for a while, Lin Hao is reluctant to throw it away.

"` 〃 Immortals" fight.

Bai Feng, an "ordinary person", couldn't see the clue, and didn't dare to disturb him lightly. Seeing Lin Hao turning his head and chuckling, he also nodded slightly, indicating that the matter was done.

Turning around, Lin Hao was so thirsty, he reached out and took down the hip flask from his waist, took a big gulp, then threw it lightly, the hip flask drew a graceful arc in the air, and landed smoothly on (Zhao's) The Dalai Lama is neutral.

After receiving the jug, the Dalai Lama was at a loss on the spot, with three points of doubt, three points of emotion, and three points of surprise in his complicated eyes, and the last trace was divided into half gratitude and half grief.

"It's no doubt nonsense to ask you to surrender, since you want to die!"

"This handsome man will help you, remember the taste of my Han family's fine wine!"

"Reincarnation in the next life, try to choose the person you want to be!"

Lin Hao didn't preach that the Dalai Lama should be a Han family member in his next life, which would be too stupid, and the Dalai Lama didn't add to the liking.

Lin Hao kept talking to each other silently, and when Dalai finished drinking, he still didn't say a word. The two laughed at the same time, drew their weapons at the same time, and galloped their horses at the same time.

Dalai shot, Lin Hao sword.

A sword is a killing sword, and a gun is a killing gun. ......

284: New member, the zoo has a request [request full order]

Ordinary Jianghu martial arts confrontation, pay attention to one who seeks fame with force, how fancy the routine boxing method is, how exaggerated the facial expression is, and finally there is a miserable life experience of "the whole family was destroyed". , that is the best reputation.

Among the army, people who are famous and famous are not respected, and there is no reputation outside the population. They can't scare the enemy, and they can't win. Occasionally, there are a few sons and brothers who go to battle to gain military merits, and most of them hide behind the battle to enjoy themselves. Going forward to fight is far less exciting than watching after the battle.

One move after another is complicated and simple, and the straight-forward stabbing and slashing are without any fireworks, and there is not much brilliance and mastery demeanor, with a bloody feeling that you are just dying.

The tip of the sword made a point, approaching the Dalai Lama's wrist, splashing blood red among thousands of flowers.

clang!

The spear swept across like hitting a mountain, carrying tens of thousands of hectares of force under heavy pressure, Dalai clenched his teeth, his body followed the spear, and naturally swayed instantly.

Clang!

Lin Hao held his sword upright as a shield, bent down, his back was close to the horse's back, his right hand slid around the handle of the gun, and the edge of the sword went down to grab Dalai's hands.

One hit.

The sharp edge slid along with the trend of the gun handle, as sharp as a gleam of light, without the slightest trace of brutality, and the bloodstains on the back of the Dalai Lama's hand, 270 wounds deep enough to see the bones.

Dalai let out a muffled grunt, gritted his teeth and suppressed the sharp pain on the back of his hand, took advantage of the situation and used the gun as a stick, and pressed down heavily like a mountain.

Sword back.

Lin Hao retracted his sword and turned around, leaning across his chest. The blade was placed flat in his hand, and he picked up the falling spear. The sword blade rubbed against the handle made of Zhitie, pulled out the flame, and slapped the horse's belly again, and the night jade lion roared loudly. With a sound, he rushed forward at full speed.

The two quickly approached. Lin Hao leaned down on the horse's back, with the sword in front of his chest, and kept approaching the Dalai Lama in a strange posture.

Dalai had a bad feeling and was about to close his gun when a huge force came from the gun.

Lin Hao, who was grabbing the tip of the gun with his probe, pulled it in his direction with all his strength. The huge force was transmitted from the tip of the gun to the rear. When the Dalai Lama leaned slightly on the horse and lost his balance, he swung his right hand at the same time, half a round The crescent moon suddenly appeared on the spot.

呲!

The sound of skin splitting resounded on the field. Dalai covered his neck with his hands, and a faint bloodstain appeared, and there were traces that changed from small to large.

Lin Hao got up, held the reins of the horse with one hand, and shook the blood off the sword with the other. Although the previous sword was fierce, the Dalai Lama tried his best to save a life.

The spear fell to the ground and was buried in the yellow sand. The bloodstains on the back of the Dalai Lama's hand (afbe) were shocking, including the wound on his neck. Gently wipe away the blood.

Pain that pierces the bone marrow.

drink it!

Without unnecessary nonsense, the Dalai Lama slapped his horse back and leaped high. After clasping his hands into fists, he raised his head high, facing his death revenge in front of him, and a young man with somewhat complicated emotions slammed him down heavily.

Lin Hao took a breath, his breath restrained in his heart, and when the Dalai Lama was about to hit his head, he supported the horse's back with one hand, and with a flick of his right wrist, a cold light pierced his heart.

Bang!

The Dalai Lama fell to the ground, and a steel sword pierced through the front of his heart, piercing through the back of his heart, which was shocking.

Lin Hao got off his horse and squatted down slowly in front of this mortal enemy who was not considered a mortal enemy. There was no touching sympathy for each other, no morbid pleasure of scolding, but just sat down, raised his head and looked up at the sky, his eyes were clear and calm.