More than 3,000 imperial guards rushed from the palace to the city gate with fast horses. A man in his forties in black was led by Zhang Hongxin, the instructor of the imperial guards of the palace.
When Zhang Hongxin heard that thousands of Song troops were beaten by Yang Haocheng in the battle in the south of the city, he could no longer sit still in the palace and scolded Yang Wenguang and his group for being a bucket of money.
After receiving the imperial edict from Empress Yiren, he immediately led his disciples' army of three thousand flying dragon soldiers to rush to the south of the city.
In Zhang Hongxin's eyes, it was a matter of Yixiao's generous use of three thousand flying dragon disciples to deal with Yang Haocheng.
However, the queen had the will and had to leave the palace from Egypt, even if the general was outside, he would not accept military orders.
Zhang Hongxin didn't care at all. He shook the reins with one hand, looked at the horse wildly, and rushed in front, leading the three thousand disciples behind him to come quickly, when the sound of iron hooves echoed in Bianjing City like thunder.
It can be seen that Zhang Hongxin's heart was full of passion and almost felt as if he looked down on the world. However, as the horses were galloping in the street, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, the feeling quickly disappeared.
The sun shone brightly, the closer it got to Yang Haocheng, the more he saw the bodies of Song Jun on the road. He clearly saw that Yang Haocheng, who was standing on the city wall, still stood up like a gun, without moving, and even his expression did not change, as if he was not a person, but a god, as inviolable as the divine weapon of heaven descended to earth.
Because in this situation, we can still maintain such calmness. If we are not a madman, we are a martial arts master with a profound cultivation level. Only a super master will have the spirit of unchanging expressions in the collapse of Mount Tai before us.
Is it really a hell?
The calmer Yang Haocheng was, the more he muttered in his heart.
Sun Yànting was excited by the divine power that Yang Haocheng showed just now. Facing the three thousand guards rushing out of the palace, she had a completely admirable expression.
Yang Haocheng will win, so her mood will be relaxed like never before.
At this time, the muscles on Zhang Hongxin's face, who was about to get hurriedly, were pounding. Seeing that the distance from Yang Haocheng was getting shorter and shorter, it was less than fifteen feet away from the city wall. If he continued to rush over, there would probably be only one consequence, that is, the horse hit the city wall and the horse climbed over the wall and did not fall!
Under the city wall, Zhang Hongxin had already stopped and looked up at Yang Haocheng on the city wall. He heard him sing: Yang Haocheng, you are tactful and you will be captured.Otherwise I will let you die without a place to bury it!
Nonsense, wouldn’t I die if I surrendered?Yang Haocheng smiled coldly.
Zhang Hongxin thought Yang Haocheng was already scared and said proudly: If you surrender, I can ask the Queen Mother to leave you with a complete body!
You should be careful if you can leave a whole body!Fool.Yang Haocheng said, and suddenly he flew straight down the city gate.
Yang Haocheng landed less than ten feet away in front of Zhang Hongxin's horse. His wrist suddenly shook and he leaned on the Xuanyuan Sword to the ground. He didn't see how Yang Haocheng was acting. There was a wave at the place where the Xuanyuan Sword landed. Starting from three feet in front of Yang Haocheng, each bluestone slab embedded in the land flew up, as if it had been dug up by countless invisible hands, and then threw it at the rushing horse team.
This strange situation, especially Sun Yànting, who was squatting on the walls of the city, saw it very clearly, and suddenly shed goose bumps all over her body, as if she felt that she was in a ghostly environment. The rectangular bluestone slabs laid on the long streets in Bianjing City were about two feet long and one foot wide, with five pieces in a row, and each piece weighed about thirty or forty kilograms. This time, she suddenly flew up and flew out with mud and sand. Under the sunlight, it reflected a flashing light, which naturally gave people a strange and strange feeling.
Not only did Sun Yànting look surprised when he saw this amazing vision, but the disciples of the Imperial Dragon who were galloping on horseback also found it bizarre, especially the Imperial Commander Zhang Hongshen.
His scalp numb, thinking that he had encountered a Taoist master or a wizard from the witch sect who was proficient in magic, but looking at the bluestone slabs that were rising from the ground, he had no time or distance to pull back.
Zhang Hongxin had no choice but to retreat, and greeted a minion who was half a horse's head on the right: Second brother, let's go!The second brother he mentioned was his younger brother Zhang Baoliang.
As soon as he said that, Zhang Hongxin immediately jumped up from his horse. He was in the air and pulled out the thick-backed sword behind him. He swept across the army in one move, slashed out seventeen swords, and slashed at the bluestone slab that was flying.
When he was using the sword, Zhang Baoliang also drew out a narrow sword and followed the horse's forward to use the unique sword technique of the Zhang family. With one move, a sword net was drawn to block it.
The two swords were fired together, but the sound of firecrackers came out. The more than 20 flying stone slabs, except for smashing a few horses, were all split. The slanted shots of shattered stones splashed, most of them fell to the door panels or walls of the shops on both sides of the street, and a small part shot towards Yang Haocheng.
Sun Yànting was quite knowledgeable, but she was still surprised to see such a person in the imperial guards.
The two Zhang Hongxin brothers combined to produce such great power. When they saw the gravel shooting, falling on the wall and the door panel, making such a loud noise. They were afraid that Yang Haocheng would be subjected to a scheming, and they couldn't help but feel nervous and sweaty when she was about to pounce on Yang Haocheng to help her, she suddenly had a golden light in front of her.
As her eyes moved, a strange scene suddenly appeared in front of Sun Yànting's eyes, because she saw countless pieces of bluestone splashing shot into Yang Haocheng's body, and it seemed that they all encountered a transparent wall. Not only could they not move forward, but they all stopped about a foot in front of Yang Haocheng, and were hanging in the air.
Yang Haocheng's whole body emitted a stunning golden light, and his eyes were as dazzling as the golden light protecting his body.
Sun Yànting took a breath and muttered to herself: What kind of kung fu is this?It seems like a trick.
The gravels changed from extreme movement to extreme static, and as several horses hit by bluestone fell to the ground with the shrill sound of horses, the imperial guards who had strangled the reins were also tripped by the horses because they could not stop running, and they all over the horses, forming a huge chaos.
While Zhang Hongxin was still stunned, Zhang Baoliang relied on his sharp sword skills and superb riding skills to set up a layer of knife net, not only splitting the bluestone slabs blocking in front of him, but also rushed forward with the divine horse of his mount.
Although the situation where the gravels condensed in front of Yang Haocheng shocked Zhang Baoliang, he relied on his excellent martial arts skills and firmly believed that Yang Haocheng was just a mortal, pretending to be promoted!
As for what they saw in front of them, they just obstructed people's eyes. As long as their hearts are as firm as iron and their swords are ruthless, they will definitely be able to break the demonic magic and kill Yang Haocheng.
Thinking of the contribution of killing Yang Haocheng, Zhang Baoliang's whole body was filled with strength.
So when Zhang Baoliang was the first to run towards Yang Haocheng, the narrow blade quickly slashed out, using the horizontal sword in the Zhang family's sword technique to condense all his strength. As the illuminated sword light flashed, a cold sword aura surged out and slashed towards Yang Haocheng.
The wind blows thousands of miles, and the knife cuts Mount Hua!
At this moment, Zhang Baoliang felt that he had never been so happy in the past twenty years of practicing swords. Not only did he fully utilize the intention of this move, but he could also vent his sword energy from the sword as the fast horse galloped rapidly. This situation was something he had never felt before, so he felt a sense of a heroic spirit and roared: Yang Haocheng, take your life!
With this loud shout, the narrow blade quick knife had already slashed on a gravel wall floating in front of Yang Haocheng. With a sneer, the gravel wall was split open by the knife energy and all fell to the ground. The smooth knife flashed like an electric knife, cutting to Yang Haocheng's head.
According to Zhang Baoliang's idea, when his invincible sword was fired and broke Yang Haocheng's formation, he could immediately cut off Yang Haocheng's head as the sword fell.
The sword light flashed like a flowing cloud and water, emitting bursts of strange cold light.
If it were ordinary people, no matter who faced such a shocking sword technique that would have a sense of fear and helplessness.
But how could Yang Haocheng be an ordinary person? It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as a god.
Seeing Zhang Baoliang's sword light slashing, Yang Haocheng raised the Xuanyuan Sword with one hand and blocked it diagonally. Zhang Baoliang's sword momentum suddenly disappeared, as if he was slashing on a thousand-year-old cold rock, making his wrist numb, and the sharp sword energy immediately disappeared.
Before Zhang Baoliang could react, Yang Haocheng pushed his left palm flat and slapped the horse rushing in front of him. Suddenly, Zhang Baoliang heard a sad neighing sound from the mount under his crotch, and then the whole horse flew backwards.
The whole horse flew up and rose up, as the blood squirted, it looked like an incredible and spectacular scene.
Everyone at the scene believed that if Yang Haocheng slashed Zhang Baoliang's head with one palm, it would be as simple as slapping a watermelon.
Because the horse flew backwards, Zhang Baoliang stepped on the horse's saddle stirrup and could not get rid of it for a while. Therefore, the man and the horse soared and retreated backwards, which seemed both weird and funny. When Zhang Baoliang pulled his feet out of the saddle stirrup, the horse had flew backwards about a foot away and fell to the ground.
He almost pressed him down. When he stood up in a mess, he saw his elder brother, Zhang Hongxin, the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards, had already cut his sword in his chest and slowly walked towards Yang Hao Chengxing.
The entire fighting arena is like the funeral after the war, and the silence is filled with the breath of rotten corpses and death!
In everyone's eyes, a duel will inevitably happen!
For Yang Haocheng, this is just a simple scene of him playing monkey play.
When Zhang Hongxin heard that thousands of Song troops were beaten by Yang Haocheng in the battle in the south of the city, he could no longer sit still in the palace and scolded Yang Wenguang and his group for being a bucket of money.
After receiving the imperial edict from Empress Yiren, he immediately led his disciples' army of three thousand flying dragon soldiers to rush to the south of the city.
In Zhang Hongxin's eyes, it was a matter of Yixiao's generous use of three thousand flying dragon disciples to deal with Yang Haocheng.
However, the queen had the will and had to leave the palace from Egypt, even if the general was outside, he would not accept military orders.
Zhang Hongxin didn't care at all. He shook the reins with one hand, looked at the horse wildly, and rushed in front, leading the three thousand disciples behind him to come quickly, when the sound of iron hooves echoed in Bianjing City like thunder.
It can be seen that Zhang Hongxin's heart was full of passion and almost felt as if he looked down on the world. However, as the horses were galloping in the street, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, the feeling quickly disappeared.
The sun shone brightly, the closer it got to Yang Haocheng, the more he saw the bodies of Song Jun on the road. He clearly saw that Yang Haocheng, who was standing on the city wall, still stood up like a gun, without moving, and even his expression did not change, as if he was not a person, but a god, as inviolable as the divine weapon of heaven descended to earth.
Because in this situation, we can still maintain such calmness. If we are not a madman, we are a martial arts master with a profound cultivation level. Only a super master will have the spirit of unchanging expressions in the collapse of Mount Tai before us.
Is it really a hell?
The calmer Yang Haocheng was, the more he muttered in his heart.
Sun Yànting was excited by the divine power that Yang Haocheng showed just now. Facing the three thousand guards rushing out of the palace, she had a completely admirable expression.
Yang Haocheng will win, so her mood will be relaxed like never before.
At this time, the muscles on Zhang Hongxin's face, who was about to get hurriedly, were pounding. Seeing that the distance from Yang Haocheng was getting shorter and shorter, it was less than fifteen feet away from the city wall. If he continued to rush over, there would probably be only one consequence, that is, the horse hit the city wall and the horse climbed over the wall and did not fall!
Under the city wall, Zhang Hongxin had already stopped and looked up at Yang Haocheng on the city wall. He heard him sing: Yang Haocheng, you are tactful and you will be captured.Otherwise I will let you die without a place to bury it!
Nonsense, wouldn’t I die if I surrendered?Yang Haocheng smiled coldly.
Zhang Hongxin thought Yang Haocheng was already scared and said proudly: If you surrender, I can ask the Queen Mother to leave you with a complete body!
You should be careful if you can leave a whole body!Fool.Yang Haocheng said, and suddenly he flew straight down the city gate.
Yang Haocheng landed less than ten feet away in front of Zhang Hongxin's horse. His wrist suddenly shook and he leaned on the Xuanyuan Sword to the ground. He didn't see how Yang Haocheng was acting. There was a wave at the place where the Xuanyuan Sword landed. Starting from three feet in front of Yang Haocheng, each bluestone slab embedded in the land flew up, as if it had been dug up by countless invisible hands, and then threw it at the rushing horse team.
This strange situation, especially Sun Yànting, who was squatting on the walls of the city, saw it very clearly, and suddenly shed goose bumps all over her body, as if she felt that she was in a ghostly environment. The rectangular bluestone slabs laid on the long streets in Bianjing City were about two feet long and one foot wide, with five pieces in a row, and each piece weighed about thirty or forty kilograms. This time, she suddenly flew up and flew out with mud and sand. Under the sunlight, it reflected a flashing light, which naturally gave people a strange and strange feeling.
Not only did Sun Yànting look surprised when he saw this amazing vision, but the disciples of the Imperial Dragon who were galloping on horseback also found it bizarre, especially the Imperial Commander Zhang Hongshen.
His scalp numb, thinking that he had encountered a Taoist master or a wizard from the witch sect who was proficient in magic, but looking at the bluestone slabs that were rising from the ground, he had no time or distance to pull back.
Zhang Hongxin had no choice but to retreat, and greeted a minion who was half a horse's head on the right: Second brother, let's go!The second brother he mentioned was his younger brother Zhang Baoliang.
As soon as he said that, Zhang Hongxin immediately jumped up from his horse. He was in the air and pulled out the thick-backed sword behind him. He swept across the army in one move, slashed out seventeen swords, and slashed at the bluestone slab that was flying.
When he was using the sword, Zhang Baoliang also drew out a narrow sword and followed the horse's forward to use the unique sword technique of the Zhang family. With one move, a sword net was drawn to block it.
The two swords were fired together, but the sound of firecrackers came out. The more than 20 flying stone slabs, except for smashing a few horses, were all split. The slanted shots of shattered stones splashed, most of them fell to the door panels or walls of the shops on both sides of the street, and a small part shot towards Yang Haocheng.
Sun Yànting was quite knowledgeable, but she was still surprised to see such a person in the imperial guards.
The two Zhang Hongxin brothers combined to produce such great power. When they saw the gravel shooting, falling on the wall and the door panel, making such a loud noise. They were afraid that Yang Haocheng would be subjected to a scheming, and they couldn't help but feel nervous and sweaty when she was about to pounce on Yang Haocheng to help her, she suddenly had a golden light in front of her.
As her eyes moved, a strange scene suddenly appeared in front of Sun Yànting's eyes, because she saw countless pieces of bluestone splashing shot into Yang Haocheng's body, and it seemed that they all encountered a transparent wall. Not only could they not move forward, but they all stopped about a foot in front of Yang Haocheng, and were hanging in the air.
Yang Haocheng's whole body emitted a stunning golden light, and his eyes were as dazzling as the golden light protecting his body.
Sun Yànting took a breath and muttered to herself: What kind of kung fu is this?It seems like a trick.
The gravels changed from extreme movement to extreme static, and as several horses hit by bluestone fell to the ground with the shrill sound of horses, the imperial guards who had strangled the reins were also tripped by the horses because they could not stop running, and they all over the horses, forming a huge chaos.
While Zhang Hongxin was still stunned, Zhang Baoliang relied on his sharp sword skills and superb riding skills to set up a layer of knife net, not only splitting the bluestone slabs blocking in front of him, but also rushed forward with the divine horse of his mount.
Although the situation where the gravels condensed in front of Yang Haocheng shocked Zhang Baoliang, he relied on his excellent martial arts skills and firmly believed that Yang Haocheng was just a mortal, pretending to be promoted!
As for what they saw in front of them, they just obstructed people's eyes. As long as their hearts are as firm as iron and their swords are ruthless, they will definitely be able to break the demonic magic and kill Yang Haocheng.
Thinking of the contribution of killing Yang Haocheng, Zhang Baoliang's whole body was filled with strength.
So when Zhang Baoliang was the first to run towards Yang Haocheng, the narrow blade quickly slashed out, using the horizontal sword in the Zhang family's sword technique to condense all his strength. As the illuminated sword light flashed, a cold sword aura surged out and slashed towards Yang Haocheng.
The wind blows thousands of miles, and the knife cuts Mount Hua!
At this moment, Zhang Baoliang felt that he had never been so happy in the past twenty years of practicing swords. Not only did he fully utilize the intention of this move, but he could also vent his sword energy from the sword as the fast horse galloped rapidly. This situation was something he had never felt before, so he felt a sense of a heroic spirit and roared: Yang Haocheng, take your life!
With this loud shout, the narrow blade quick knife had already slashed on a gravel wall floating in front of Yang Haocheng. With a sneer, the gravel wall was split open by the knife energy and all fell to the ground. The smooth knife flashed like an electric knife, cutting to Yang Haocheng's head.
According to Zhang Baoliang's idea, when his invincible sword was fired and broke Yang Haocheng's formation, he could immediately cut off Yang Haocheng's head as the sword fell.
The sword light flashed like a flowing cloud and water, emitting bursts of strange cold light.
If it were ordinary people, no matter who faced such a shocking sword technique that would have a sense of fear and helplessness.
But how could Yang Haocheng be an ordinary person? It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as a god.
Seeing Zhang Baoliang's sword light slashing, Yang Haocheng raised the Xuanyuan Sword with one hand and blocked it diagonally. Zhang Baoliang's sword momentum suddenly disappeared, as if he was slashing on a thousand-year-old cold rock, making his wrist numb, and the sharp sword energy immediately disappeared.
Before Zhang Baoliang could react, Yang Haocheng pushed his left palm flat and slapped the horse rushing in front of him. Suddenly, Zhang Baoliang heard a sad neighing sound from the mount under his crotch, and then the whole horse flew backwards.
The whole horse flew up and rose up, as the blood squirted, it looked like an incredible and spectacular scene.
Everyone at the scene believed that if Yang Haocheng slashed Zhang Baoliang's head with one palm, it would be as simple as slapping a watermelon.
Because the horse flew backwards, Zhang Baoliang stepped on the horse's saddle stirrup and could not get rid of it for a while. Therefore, the man and the horse soared and retreated backwards, which seemed both weird and funny. When Zhang Baoliang pulled his feet out of the saddle stirrup, the horse had flew backwards about a foot away and fell to the ground.
He almost pressed him down. When he stood up in a mess, he saw his elder brother, Zhang Hongxin, the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards, had already cut his sword in his chest and slowly walked towards Yang Hao Chengxing.
The entire fighting arena is like the funeral after the war, and the silence is filled with the breath of rotten corpses and death!
In everyone's eyes, a duel will inevitably happen!
For Yang Haocheng, this is just a simple scene of him playing monkey play.
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