socalfunplaces Chapter 426
Chapter 426
Lin'an City!
With the news of King Jing's mansion coming, Fang La began to strategize, and was discussing whether to defend the city or go out of the city to fight.
"Report!"
A soldier came in and said, "Holy Father, there is a letter from King Jing's Mansion!"
"Letters?!"
Fang La was puzzled.
August Weiyang!
At the end of August, the sky is gorgeous, like a cluster of burning clouds, forming a strange oil painting.
From Huating to Lin'an, passing through a stretch of forest, deep and silent canyon, hundreds of zhang of cliffs.
Montenegro!
The red sunset hangs diagonally on the top of the mountain.
A few red-dyed, blood-like clouds emitted a thick flush.
The peaks are steep and rocky.
Halfway up the mountain, on a few twisted old trees, stood a row of black crows, raising their heads and chirping a few times from time to time.
A gentle breeze blew, taking away the last few yellow leaves from the branches.
At the foot of the mountainside is a vast field.
Zhao Wuxian and Yue Fei led the troops, went out from Huating, went to Lin'an, the banner was unfurled, the word "Jing" was floated on it, and the soldiers were ready.
The 7,000 new troops lined up and were silent, which showed Yue Fei's ability to govern the army.
Two days ago.
Zhao Wuxian wrote a letter to Fang La, making an appointment with him to fight here.
"Master, are the rebels coming?"
Yue Fei asked.
Zhao Wuxian smiled: "Yes!"
It was not Fang La who really decided how this "157" war would be fought, but he and those who supported Fang La.
Taking the human factor into account, many unreasonable problems become reasonable.
"Hiss Lyre..."
The horse neighed like a dragon.
Zhao Wuxian's mount let out an alarm, and its whole body was like black jade, quite a divine horse.
He raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and said, "It's here!"
Zhao Wuxian was riding Mu Wanqing's mount [Black Rose], and after this horse entered the Jingwang Mansion, he had been taken care of by a groom.
When heading to the capital, Mu Wanqing also rode it.
[Black Rose] is quite human, and in the past year, I have drunk spiritual spring water, eaten pills, and herbs.
There is also the Jingwang Mansion, the abundant heaven and earth vitality baptism.
Its mind was open, and its black hair, smooth as silk, and a thin layer of scales appeared under the hair.
Recently, it has gradually changed from herbivorous to carnivorous, drawing the power of flesh and blood, and a raised horn has appeared on its forehead.
It is as if he has awakened the bloodline of the legendary [Ryoma].
Of course, this is only the first step, and it can't be called a spirit beast, but it is probably equivalent to the condor that you once encountered.
Even so, the strength, speed, psychic, and so on of [Black Rose] have all doubled.
It had just hissed, a warning.
Ordinary animals can hear farther than humans, let alone alien beasts.
Knock knock!
Suddenly, there was a loud roar.
I only heard the sonorous sound of iron armor.
A big flag flew out, and the word "Holy Father" was written on it.
"Here we are, rebels!"
Yue Fei's spirits perked.
He looked into the distance and saw that the enemy army was quite numerous.
On the front floor, there was a group of neatly armored elite foot soldiers, as well as hundreds of cavalry, cruising beside the military formation.
But behind them are a ragtag army dressed in various colors.
"Fang La's battle flag is here?"
Yue Fei said: "It seems that the main force of the rebels is gathered here, as long as this army is destroyed, the rebellion in Jiangnan can be determined." "
With the sound of the trumpets, rows of clothed infantry lined up in a line and marched forward.
Yue Fei smiled slightly, and was serious, the momentum of the rebel army was not weak, it was not as unbearable as imagined.
The rebel army came from the elite, about 50,000, several times more than the new army.
Under the fluttering flag, the marching formation was quite tight.
The two armies faced each other, more than 100 zhang apart.
Whew!
The wind is blowing!
On one side, Fang Ying looked at Zhao Wuxian.
And he did!
Fang Ying's eyes were calm, revealing a touch of coldness.
Zhao Wuxian has been smooth sailing all the way, and it seems that he is also extremely proud, and he is too conceited about his own strength.
will know that there is a plan, and he will go to Tiger Mountain.
Those who are arrogant will pay the price!
Fang Ying looked at it and said in a deep voice: "Soldier to soldier, general to general, four seniors, please take action and suppress King Jing!"
His voice was low, but it was clear.
This kind of battlefield, if Zhao Wuxian is not restricted, he can slaughter those ordinary soldiers as soon as he makes a move.
Similarly, if Zhao Wuxian didn't make a move, the existence of a great grandmaster in the opposing camp would also turn the entire tide of the battle.
It can be said that in this human realm, a master at the level of a great grandmaster is a strategic weapon of peace.
When others think you have it, you'd better have it.
Whether it is on the battlefield or in the battle of the temple, the great master and the strong always occupy a transcendent position.
This is also why Zhao Xu will treat Yan Maniac and Guan Qi well, reuse Zhuge Zhengme, and recruit Fang Yingkan and others.
They are either great masters themselves, or their teachers have great masters, or their parents are great masters.
Why is it rumored in Kyushu that it was the sword demon Dugu who sought defeat and single-handedly brought the Great Song Dynasty into the Nine Great Dynasties?
It is Dugu who seeks defeat and turns to fight in a hundred countries, in order to seek defeat, his combat power is amazing, and he has a deterrent power that surpasses that of the great grandmaster!
One person can be a million troops!
"There are only four of you, are you ready to make a move?"
Zhao Wuxian didn't panic at all.
Behind the scenes of this battle, he is the one who holds the chess.
So the winner is divided early, just to see who will end up.
Four?
Less than he thought!
Fang Ying looked at the words just fell.
The next moment.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, I heard a long howl, which arose from the top of the Black Mountain, and the whistling sound was shocking, so that the horses in the field were all panicked. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
A colorful tiger appeared on the top of the mountain, high and long, with majestic tiger eyes and hidden wisdom.
At sunset, it was covered in gold, like a beast.
"Shhh
One by one, the sound of inhalation sounded.
"What is that? Divine Beast!"
"It's terrifying!"
The soldiers were shocked.
The big tiger is so miraculous, it seems to be shrouded in the light of the Buddha, giving people a sense of fierceness and strength.
"Look at that god tiger, there seems to be someone!"
All eyes were on.
From the golden light, I vaguely saw a thin monk wearing a red robe.
"Amitabha!"
The monk shouted the Buddha's horn, and the sound shook the sky, swept the heaven and the earth, and overwhelmed the three armies.
The sound of Buddha has rolled, and people's hearts are all calm.
Others have a mood of wanting to worship sincerely.
There are also kneeling down to worship the Buddha.
The breath of the old monk is ethereal, looming, as if it is one with heaven and earth.
Where he stands.
There are visions such as the phantom of the Buddhist temple, the chanting of the Buddha, and the worship of believers.
The light of the Buddha shines in all directions, and the sound of the Buddha transforms the world.
Zhao Wuxian glanced at the kneeling army opposite, as well as the new army, there were also some abnormal movements, and he snorted lightly.
"What a demon monk, confusing people with the voice of the Buddha!"
His words were plain, but they were like flowing water, overwhelming them, easily breaking the Buddha's light and sound in the sky.
Those who hear the sound of the Buddha seem to have ice water soaked into their hearts, trembling and excited, and they are afraid.
"Buddhism's "Sutra of Saving People"?"
Some people gazed at it and recognized that the martial arts that the old monk had just performed were powerful martial arts that could compete with the "Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Demons".
This kind of martial arts often relies on the voice to confuse people and make people unguardable.
"What a Jing King!"
The old monk on the top of the mountain laughed, not annoyed by the broken sound of the Buddha, folded his hands, and said: "The old monk Dharma Wheel King, I have come to ask for advice!"
He was five miles away from the battlefield, but his voice clearly came into everyone's ears, which showed that the true yuan was profound.0
"The Wheel King?"
Zhao Wuxian raised his eyebrows and said, "It turned out to be a Tibetan demon monk a hundred years ago, you don't enjoy yourself in the mountains, and you came here to die?"
The golden light on the old monk's body was faint.
Revealing Physiognomy.
He was wearing a red monk's robe, bald head and scars, three locks of gold beard, and his complexion was crystal clear and slightly golden.
That is the manifestation of the Buddhist "Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill" practice to perfection.
Although he is a monk, he has a fierce gaze, exuding a fierce and fierce aura.
His voice is like mercury pouring on the ground, the grains are round, and there is no Buddha meaning.
"Life and death, the rotation is not endless, not to mention, it is difficult to say who lives and who dies today! Fang Daxia, what do you think?"
On a cliff ancient pine, there is a middle-aged man, a face that has gone through vicissitudes, calm and steep, and the outline is sharp and angular.
His feet, stepping on soft pine needles, stood there, as if they had roots under his feet.
He was dressed in a plain robe, and he had no sword in his hand, but he had a faint sword aura.
Fang Ge chanted.
He has long abandoned the idea of fame and fortune, and he is almost desireless.
It's just that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.
When he asked Yizi Fang Ying to go to the capital, he was destined to have such a situation.
The cold wind blows in the mountains.
Fang Geyin faced the old monk and asked jokingly, but he didn't talk, and in the long sleeves of the plain robe, the imperceptible golden rainbow was faintly visible.
He and the Tibetan monks, there is nothing to say.
He came here today, on the one hand, because the verifier should look at what he said, and on the other hand, he also had some thoughts of competing with the masters.
Rumble!
Thunder sounded!
I saw that from the corner of the road at the foot of the mountain, there were cavalry in black gold armor all the way, about 100 horsemen.
"Jin Guo's [Wuri Divine Rider]!"
Someone exclaimed.
[Wuri Divine Horse] comes from Baishan and Heishui, and is rooted in a peerless martial art "Wuri Divine Spear".
The royal family of the Jin Kingdom relied on this martial arts to create a world.
These [Wuri Divine Horses] are also known as the Iron Floating Massacre.
The head of the cavalry was dressed in golden armor.
He was a burly man, riding a big black bull, and between the hooves, there was a thud like thunder.
The black bull seemed to be a strange beast, with twisted horns, like two long knives, and its eyes were slightly purple, containing divine will.
In the ancient and ancient periods of Kyushu, strange beasts were rampant in the mountains and wilderness, and there was a map of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", which was circulated in the world.
4.3 After ancient times, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the number of strange beasts gradually decreased.
But famous mountains and rivers accumulate aura, and over time, there will still be strange beasts born.
For example, the [Bodhisattva Snake] and the Condor of the Snake Valley.
Like the old monk's big tiger and the black bull in golden armor, they are all strange beasts in the mountains, and they are subdued by people and become mounts.
A group of cavalry came to a sudden stop at the foot of the mountain.
The man in golden armor walked out.
He had a mighty appearance, his eyes were sharp, like a falcon, and he carried a heavy Ugin spear in his hand.
"Dajin Shenwu, who is Yingfeng?"
He made a cold buzzing sound, like a morning bell at dusk, gathering but not dispersing, showing his profound internal cultivation.
His gaze fell on Zhao Wuxian, and the true qi on his body came out of his body, reflecting each other with the golden armor, as dazzling as the sun.
His spear pointed at him from afar, and his voice pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, so that everyone could hear it clearly: "King Jing of the Great Song Dynasty, do you dare to fight with me?!"
He was warlike and provocative.
Zhao Wuxian smiled and said, "The clown of the Jin Kingdom is also here to join in the fun?"
Jumping beam clown?
The golden armor man was furious, and the spear in his hand was suddenly raised, and said: "Since this is the case, then let's see the real chapter under your hands!"
His words fell, and the majestic momentum of the mountains and seas suddenly rose into the air, soaring straight into the sky, shocking the battlefield.