Storyteller in Qixia Town: Zhang Wuji said he wanted to kill me

"At the beginning of the war, a total of twelve land gods belonging to the Beimang side joined forces to create a prison for Xu Fengnian!"

"Trying to completely crush Xu Fengnian to death."

"And the eighteen masters are all caught in the battle."

"Dongyue Jianchi Chai Qingshan, this man has acted freely all his life, and he intercepted Cao Changqing in the capital back then."

"But at this moment, he stood on the reckless battlefield and became one of the masters who died generously!"

"The Liyang rivers and lakes are vast and mighty. How could there be only Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God, and how could there be only the two-sleeved green snake, the Old Sword God?"

"On this day, Dongyue Jianchi Chai Qingshan brought a new sword, Green Water, and seriously injured Beimang Murong Baoding, making him only dare to exchange the lives of Beimang's elite cavalry for his own time to breathe."

"In the end, Chai Qingshan died of exhaustion."

"One person, one sword, stand with sword. No soldiers of Beimang stand and survive within four weeks!"

"The second grandmaster who died in the battle of Liangmang, boxing master Wei Miao!"

"After Chai Qingshan died in battle, Wei Miao flew over the heavy cavalry and punched the seriously injured Murong Baoding."

"Wei Miao's fist was so swift and fierce that waves of yellow sand were thrown up outside Jubei City. One punch after another is like the endless water of the vast Yellow River."

"The saying that Murong Baoding was invincible in Beimang indicates that this person is physically strong, but under Wei Miao's pair of iron fists, he was finally smashed!"

"Wei Miao has fists, but the world has no fists! When Wei Miao threw his last punch, Murong Baoding was already bleeding from all seven orifices, and his whole body was completely destroyed, leaving only a remnant body."

"Wei Miao, the master of boxing, all the muscles and veins in his body are broken, and he died without falling. Before he died, he just looked in the direction of Jubei City."

"Over there, a woman is watching him punch!"

"In front of her, Wei Miao, who has practiced boxing all his life, will never stop punching in fear of death!"

Chapter 257 Comments on Cheng Baishuang, a half-step Confucian saint, spit out a century-old sword energy in two mouthfuls

Hearing this, the audience's eyes couldn't help feeling sad.

I thought that this battle of recklessness would be very tragic, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Both Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao were regarded as masters among masters, but they were still forced to death on this battlefield.

However, many listeners still had doubts about this battle, so they stood up and asked Mr. Ye: "Mr. Ye, you also said that a real master can come and go without hindrance among millions of troops. "

"And this Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao are both master-level figures, why don't you take a step back and go back to Jubei City to take a breath, and then go out of the city to kill the enemy?"

Regarding this, Ye Chen explained with a smile: "Such a big battle can be retreated just by saying retreat."

"There are eighteen masters here in Beiliang. Is it true that there are no masters in Beimang? Although Murong Baoding and others were beaten to death and disabled, are their martial arts really low?"

"Once these master-level figures have the idea of ​​returning to the city for a change of breath, these people will drag them all into the endless battle formation under Jubei City like maggots attached to their bones."

"At that time, one is that the state of mind will no longer be satisfactory after the idea of ​​retreating, and the other is that leaving the back to the enemy is undoubtedly very likely to lose his life in vain."

"Of course, if the eighteen masters cover each other, they can naturally return to the city of Jubei, but at this time, the battle of recklessness has turned into a huge meat grinder."

"Countless lives have been thrown into it, just look at the other side showing fatigue first. The two giant hands are fighting each other, but Beimang still has the upper hand."

"Eighteen Grandmasters risked their lives to barely resist Bei Mang's offensive."

"If they retreat, Beimang's hundreds of thousands of elites will seize the opportunity to attack by force, and the North City will be completely in danger, so it's not that they cannot retreat, but they really don't want to."

After listening to Ye Chen's explanation, the audience suddenly realized.

Therefore, the listeners will once again have a high respect for those eighteen masters who died generously.

In the gymnasium, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the impassioned Ye Chen on the high platform and couldn't help sighing: "Compared with these people, they are the real martial arts masters."

Lu Xiaofeng put away his usual sleazy style, and said with a serious expression: "This kind of character is truly worthy of our admiration."

"It stands to reason that the invasion of Beimang has little to do with these masters flying around, but the persistence in their hearts made them come outside the city of Jubei."

"This Jianghu in the snow let me see the real chivalry. He really is a great chivalrous man, serving the country and the people!"

"It's just, who among these masters will die next?"

……

On the high platform, Ye Chen's emotions were also unprecedentedly high.

At this time, he has forgotten that his first task is to earn reputation points.

Instead, he put all his emotions into the storytelling.

"Actually, before Chai Qingshan and Wei Miao went to die, two masters had already died first."

"One of them is Cheng Baishuang, an elderly scholar who came from Old Nantang."

"When commenting on Confucian saints in the snow, I once said that the realm of Confucian saints who were gifted by heavenly immortals like Xie Guanying was not included in the review."

"But although Cheng Baishuang is only a half-step Confucian saint, I would like to truly honor him as a Confucian saint!"

"Back then, Confucian Zhang Fuyao, Huang Longshi and others had all the luck of Confucianism, and after these people passed away one after another, people like Cheng Baishuang can successfully fill their seats and become true Confucian saints."

"Everyone knows that as long as Cheng Baishuang follows the steps, the Confucian saint realm can be easily achieved, but today, he gave up the opportunity to become a Confucian saint and came outside Jubei City."

"Before the Beimang army formation, countless trebuchets turned into weapons of war and smashed huge boulders at the head of Jubei City."

"Cheng Baishuang and Xue Songguan, the third blind luthier of Zhixuan, cooperated with each other to block the attacks of Beimang's catapults and arrow rain."

"In front of Xue Songguan, the strings of the guqin are broken, and the ten fingers are stained with blood, but they are still holding on."

"But when the battle was urgent, the Confucian saint Cheng Baishuang directly asked him to help others, and he guarded the city alone!"

"In the end, the old man was finally unable to raise his arm, and died of exhaustion!"

"But before he completely closed his eyes, there wasn't a single boulder in Beimang, and no arrow fell into Jubei City!"

"Before he died, the old man made two wishes. One wished that no frontier poems would be passed down to the world after this battle, and the other wished that everyone in future generations could grow old and forget their worries! Enjoy peace forever!"

Following Ye Chen's last words, the voice fell.

Many Confucian scholars present were already in tears.

No scholar has thought about corruption and bribery since the day he was studying. They all had a supreme ideal of bringing peace to all generations!

At this time, these Confucian scholars all maintained their respect for Cheng Baishuang from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hahaha, there are Zhang Fuyao, Huang Longshi, and Cheng Baishuang among the scholars, so I have no regrets."

"Who says a scholar has no courage, but my generation has a great spirit!"

Someone raised his wine glass high and said solemnly: "This glass, you should respect my Confucian Confucian saint Cheng Baishuang!"

"I am a Confucian scholar, I respectfully send off Mr. Cheng!"

……

On the high platform, Ye Chen's voice was excited.

And the emotions of the listeners reached the highest climax since Ye Chen's storytelling!

"Another one of the eighteen masters died, the sword-eating patriarch Sui Xiegu!"

Hearing this name, the audience was suddenly silent.

No one is unfamiliar with Sui Xiegu.

And Mr. Ye said that day that his last battle was outside Jubei City.

However, none of the listeners thought that such a peerless sword fairy would be left on the battlefield.

"Since Sui Xiegu entered the battlefield, he has been surrounded by sword energy and sword rainbows like light. Anyone who trespasses will be cut off in an instant."

"But looking at the endless Beiman army, the sword fairy Sui Xiegu chose to fight with a sword formation!"

"Sui Xiegu likes to eat swords, and I don't know how many famous swords he has eaten over the years, so he just raised his hand, and the four thousand swords were lined up with a limit of two thousand each, turning into two Haohao swords array!"

"Then, Sui Xiegu opened his mouth wide, and spit out a hundred-year-old sword intent surging straight into the sky."

"All the four thousand long swords trembled, as if they were seeing off the centenarian."

"There are 300 million immortals in the sky, you have to lower your eyebrows when you see me."

"This young man who exchanged arms with the sword god Li Chungang died with a smile on his face after a hundred years of anger!"

"Back then on the Guangling River, Li Chungang broke through two thousand and six armors in one go. Today, the ancestor of sword eating, Sui Xiegu, can't lose to Li Chungang!"

As Ye Chen's voice fell again, all the audience were waiting with solemn eyes.

Another master passed away.

This time it was Cheng Baishuang and Sui Xiegu.

Who should be the next person?How many people have to die to bring peace to the people of the world?

The Battle of Recklessness has become extremely tragic by this time, but the dead are still going on!

Chapter 258 The Great War More Than One Death

As the storytelling progressed, the emotions of the listeners became more and more infected.

The names of Chai Qingshan, Wei Miao, Cheng Baishuang, and Sui Xiegu are becoming more and more popular.

"Hey, with the passing away of these martial arts masters, the following arena may be full of talents withered and lonely!"

"Eighteen grandmasters, I don't know how many of them will survive in the end."

"According to the current situation, I am afraid that a few more people will die to withstand the siege of hundreds of thousands of elites in Beimang."

"I hope that Mr. Ye can be merciful, so that a few more of these eighteen masters can remain in the world."

……

Although the audience's hopes are very good, there are no undead in the war.

Even a person as strong as the Eighteenth Master may die at any time.

The war continues!It's not enough to die!

On the high platform, Ye Chen's voice became more and more deafening.

Like a monk ringing a big bell, it kept ringing in the ears of every listener present.

"In another battlefield, the bridegroom of Emperor Wucheng held a famous sword to support the spirit, and the aura of the sword was as majestic as a bright sun."

"Every time a sword fell, thirty or forty of Beimang's elite cavalry were completely torn apart by the sword energy."

"Every time you take a step in the sky, a tall Beimang Jiazi horse and the soldiers on it will all be trampled under your feet."

"In the Beimang army formation, Zhong Liang brought hundreds of Beimang Jianghu's elite masters, together with countless infantry and cavalry around him, to surround the groom."

……

"Huishan Ziyi is also deeply trapped in the enemy's camp, vowing to kill Prince Beimang who is under heavy protection."

"Deng Mao, Broken Spear, who was on the list in the martial arts review back then, was responsible for intercepting. Xuanyuan Qingfeng never got close to the prince of Beimang, plus the concubine and other experts beside the prince of Beimang, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was also in a very difficult situation. Danger."

As the battle continued, the audience couldn't help but clenched their fists.

Emperor Wucheng Yu Bridegroom, Louhuang, Huishan Ziyi, and Xue Songguan, a blind luthier who is the top three in Zhixuan.

Who will be the next to die?

But the listeners didn't know that in this unreachable place, people have already died one after another!

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng was in a dead end, and he seemed to see that familiar figure before he died."

"Suddenly, a small shadow sprang out from the ground, landed on the back of that Bei Mang holding the festival horse, and pierced his chest with a knife in his hand."

"Then before everyone in Beimang had reacted, they picked up Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was about to land on their backs, and ran towards Jubei City at top speed!"

"Don't die, he once said that you are the most like him among men and women in the world!"

"As these words came out of Miss Hehe, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had already been seriously injured, burst out laughing, his eyes lost their focus."

"Hu~~"

Following the sound of Ye Chen's last word.

The audience in the gymnasium let out a long sigh of relief.

Huishan Ziyi finally survived, and was rescued by Miss Hehe.

If Xuanyuan Qingfeng also died, I don't know how many listeners this would be upset.