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"Hou Jin's iron cavalry, that is Hou Jin's iron cavalry!"

"What a majestic Luanyu!"

At this moment, there was a roaring thunder in the distance, and the ground trembled. Everyone followed the sound and looked over.

Rows of black iron cavalry attacked, everyone was wearing black armor, reflecting the cold light in the sun, wearing a special long knife made by Houjin on his waist, and a crab bow from the grassland on his back, their faces There is no expression on the face, and people can't help but look serious.

These are the elite of the post-gold elite, and many masters of the rivers and lakes can't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they see this iron cavalry full of murderous aura.

Even the top Jianghu masters would have no way out if surrounded by such a fierce army.

A mass of black cavalry came rushing forward from a distance, and a luanyu could be clearly seen in the smoke, which was pulled by eight white horses, each of which was very vigorous and strong.

The groom who pulls the horse in front of Luanyu is the master of the two masters, both of whom are Dharma Kings of Daxue Mountain.

Seeing this scene, many masters of the rivers and lakes retreated into the distance.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are arched supreme, and Yulin Iron Riders are like Yuntun.

Being able to let Houjin's elite cavalry lead the way, and the King of Daxue Mountain drive the chariot, the identity of this person in the palace is ready to be revealed.

Everyone looked at Na Luanyu.

One of the dharma kings said respectfully to the back of the curtain, "Holy Master, we have arrived."

"I see."

A loud voice came from behind the curtain.

The curtain was lifted, Zongzheng Huachun walked out slowly, his expression was indifferent and calm, like a bottomless cold pool.

Xiao Qianqiu looked at the Holy Master and said, "Unfathomable."

Luo Chongyang's complexion changed slightly, and his brows tightened. The deeper the perception of heaven and man, the deeper the perception of crisis. From the body of this post-golden lord, he felt an unprecedented crisis.

In the distance, the Lord of the Nanman looked at Zongzheng Huachun who came out, and said, "Is this the power of the spirit of the earth veins?"

He is also a master of five qi, but he feels that he is completely different from Zongzheng Huachun.

The ordinary Jianghu masters present were all amazed at the majesty of Zongzheng Huachun's appearance, but the top masters saw the difference from it, and all of them looked solemn.

They knew better than anyone else that Zongzheng Huachun's aura was terrifying.

Zongzheng Huachun's body jumped and landed directly on Bashan Mountain, with his palms behind his back, and his yellow dragon robe fluttered with the strong wind.

"When will Ghost Swordsman arrive?"

"There shouldn't be any accidents, right?"

"How is it possible? Unless you dare not come."

"Will ghost swordsmen dare not come?"

Seeing the appearance of Zongzheng Huachun, all the masters of the rivers and lakes present were talking about it, and their hearts became extremely hot, and they were even more looking forward to this decisive battle.

"That is!?"

Suddenly, dust and smoke billowed in the distance, and then appeared in front of everyone was a flag waving in the wind, with a huge "Qiu" character written on it.

Hundreds of thousands of cavalry rushed over mightily, and the leader was a big-bellied general in black armor with a stature like a bucket.

This person is Qiu Lun.

Ever since Pingyang Guard Qiu Heng was imprisoned in the dungeon in Yujing City, now Pingyang Guard is in charge of his son Qiu Lun, and everyone knows that this man has a close relationship with the ghost swordsman, and he has been guarding after following the ghost swordsman into Beiyuan Beiyuan confronted the Houjin army.

Even when the ghost swordsman returned to Yujing City, Pingyangwei's army did not retreat at all, and the soldiers still pointed directly at Houjin Wangting.

It is no exaggeration to say that Pingyangwei is an army of ghost swordsmen.

Chapter 386

Seeing the appearance of Pingyangwei's iron cavalry, the masters from all over the world gathered around Bashan were all excited.

Zongzheng Huachun's eyelids also twitched.

The smoke and dust rolled in, and Qiu Lun tightened the reins, sat down on the black horse, neighed and then stopped the horse's hooves.

Facing the gazes of many masters in the world, Hou Jin's soldiers, and the top masters of Hou Jin, Qiu Lun laughed loudly and said, "Hou Jin still has a big battle today!"

"Qiu Lun, you really are not afraid of death!"

Only a sound of drinking was heard, and the left minister of Hou Jin, Ji Rentai, rode out from the army of Hou Jin, with a trace of mockery in his eyes.

This Zuoxiang is one of Zongzheng Huachun's confidantes, and one of the major contributors to the rapid development of the Later Jin Dynasty in the past 20 years. In fact, many people don't know that not only the merits of Wenzhi are amazing, but he is also very proficient in military battles. He is a figure who is an all-rounder in Chinese and military affairs in the later Jin Dynasty.

Qiu Lun looked at Ji Rentai, with a cold light in his eyes, and said: "If the earthen jar is not broken away from the well, the general will inevitably die before the battle. Qiu has never considered life and death since he put on this layer of armor."

"Furthermore, you, an arrogant and ignorant child, can kill me?"

As Qiu Lun spoke, the internal force in his body surged, and his voice was like waves spreading far away.

Ji Rentai said indifferently: "Look carefully, what kind of place is this?"

At the same time, Houjin's iron cavalry had already surrounded them, and hundreds of thousands of troops immediately confronted each other. The air of a military strategist's killing intent was on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere became extremely tense in an instant.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Qiu Lun laughed loudly, turned his head and looked at the tens of thousands of Pingyang Wei behind him, "Have you heard what Prime Minister Zuo said? Are you afraid?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Pingyang guards raised their arms and shouted loudly, the sound of fighting shook the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this scene, Ji Rentai couldn't help squinting his eyes. If an ordinary army saw this scene, they wouldn't be able to resist at all. How could it be like Pingyang Wei?

It can be clearly seen from this that Qiu Lun is able to manage the army well, not inferior to his father Qiu Heng in the slightest.

Ji Rentai waved his hands expressionlessly, only to see that the elite cavalry of Houjin all took out the bows behind them, and their movements can be said to be very neat.

Masters from Dayanjianghu, Zhaoguojianghu, Nanman and other places don't know Ji Rentai well enough, but the post-jin people are very aware of the decisiveness and decisiveness of this post-jin Zuoxiang.

Qiu Lun also clenched the long knife in his hand, a sharp look appeared in his eyes.

"Roar!"

At this moment, an earth-shattering roar came from a distance, the sound was extremely penetrating, like a sharp arrow directly piercing through.

The voice of the flood dragon!

The whole world is naturally very clear that the ghost swordsman has a black flood dragon mount.

In an instant, the masters around Bashan were all boiling. The famous and invincible Great Sword Immortal finally came.

And Zongzheng Huachun also looked over, his eyes were deep and bright, as if he wanted to penetrate the air to see clearly the person coming in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, there was a whistling sound from the sky, and a huge black flood dragon appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Just looking at it gave people an extremely depressing feeling.

"There are still people who can subdue these strange beasts?"

Someone gasped.

How can such a huge and creepy beast be subdued?

Ji Rentai also frowned, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

This is the black flood dragon! ?

The black flood dragon itself is a ferocious and violent beast in the world. If it can transform into a real dragon, it will not only be comparable to the strength of a top grand master, but also have that continuous luck.

The cultivation base of the black dragon in front of him has tended to perfection, and it seems that he is only one step away from turning into a real dragon.

The black dragon in front of him is really a rare beast, a rare thing in the world.

Then the black dragon got closer and closer, and everyone could clearly see that there was a figure in white standing on the back of the black dragon.

The man's clothes danced with the strong wind, making a hunting sound, his hair was more like splashed ink, and he was carrying a sword case on his back, as if he was carrying a mountain, but everyone in the world knew that there was a world in that mountain. The sharpest weapon.

An Jing's face was calm and breezy, letting the strong wind blow past him, he remained motionless, like a fairy who had escaped from the world.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the current sword fairy, and their breaths were all short of breath.

Ghost Swordsman is here!

Only Zongzheng Huachun's heart was always like water, calm and indifferent, without the slightest ups and downs.

He seemed to have waited too long for this day.

"Big brother!"

Qiu Lun looked at An Jing in the sky and said happily.

An Jing nodded to Qiu Lun, and then looked at Zongzheng Huachun in Bashan in the distance, "Zongzheng Huachun, it's time to put an end to everything today."

One of the strongest masters in the world today, he is also the Emperor of Houjin and the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain.

Zongzhenghua Chun said slowly: "From today onwards, everything about you has nothing to do with this world."

Zongzheng Huachun's tone was very flat, as if he was talking about an established fact.

It seems that today, he really wants to kill An Jing, and he can also kill An Jing.

It is an aura formed by a strong self-confidence.

The murderous intent of this man who wanted to be the first emperor of all ages was not concealed in the slightest.

An Jing chuckled, "It seems that the Holy Master will inevitably fall into the cliché."

Zongzheng Huachun said: "Everyone in this world is a layman, the emperor is also a layman, and the swordsman is also a layman. We are no different. If we have to say something, it is just a layman with a little more strength."

An Jing said: "Holy Master is not a layman, you are an emperor who has mastered the lives and deaths of countless laymen."

What is a layman?

Those are the general public, ordinary people who are busy with their lives, these are called ordinary people, because they live in the dust and smoke of the world, so they are ordinary people.

Their fate is like the dust and smoke of the secular world, at the mercy of others and allowed to be kneaded by others.

Zongzheng Huachun said calmly: "But this king is still not beyond life and death."

An Jing asked back: "Is detachment from life and death called refinement?"

Zongzheng Huachun asked, "Don't you think so?"

An Jing said: "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not in my heart."

Zongzheng Huachun said, "Then what is important?"

An Jing said: "Your life!"

Zongzheng Huachun asked, "My life?"

An Jing said seriously: "Since the Holy Master finds it so difficult to get rid of vulgarity, I think it's better not to get rid of vulgarity. Born in this land, he will be buried in this land."

Zongzheng Huachun narrowed his eyes and said, "You want to stop it?"

The two people's words changed, it seemed that people could hear it in a cloud, but only a few people understood the deep meaning of these words.

Nowadays, many great masters and masters in the world put their ideas in the spirit of locking the earth veins of Longjing, hoping to obtain the secret of eternal life from it.

"Life is a gift from God, and death is my gift to you."

An Jing paused slightly, and said, "Today, I invite the Holy Master to die."

This voice resounded through the entire heaven and earth like a torrent of bells, reverberating in everyone's hearts, and some people with weak cultivation bases were directly shaken by the true qi.

The master of Baiwumen turned pale with shock and said, "What a terrifying strength!"

Just a word of admonition makes people feel a sea of ​​anger, and the ghost swordsman is not mainly targeting the people around him, but Zongzheng Huachun at the center.

The owner of Bibo Island also felt his heart tighten, and subconsciously retreated backwards.

Zongzheng Huachun's complexion was like an ancient well, without any waves.

Neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere had frozen to the extreme.

Zhao Qingmei landed in the distance, and came to the place where many masters of the Devil's Cult gathered.

"Master!"

Seeing Zhao Qingmei, many masters of the Devil's Cult immediately leaned over and clasped their fists.

Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes were looking at Bashan Mountain in the distance.

At this moment, her man is fighting against the world's top master.

Standing behind Li Fuzhou, Jia Meixian raised her head, carefully looked at the face of the leader of the Demon Cult, and couldn't help but secretly exclaimed.