[Comprehensive] This seat is the first in the world

At the same time, from the other side of Qiongling.

Frozen for thousands of miles, under the sky, the mountains at night, the mountains at the foot of the mountain, and the peaks at the middle of the mountain are all white.

The water vapor condenses on the branches, strands and strands, refracting daylight, and the color is as bright as plain.The north wind was blowing slowly, sweeping up the fine ice balls and making a rustling sound.

A concealed open space was cleared among the bushes, surrounded by bluestone steps, forming a chimney shape, and filled with sulfur, grease and firewood in the middle.

This is one of the countless beacon towers set up on the land of the southern region after the Chinese and North Korean troops marched south. The man standing in front of it is a young man with a young face. He is no more than sixteen or seventeen years old in stature, and he is not really thick in clothes. Cotton clothes, hands and feet shrunk, hunched under the stone platform.

Wang Maizi breathed into his palm, white mist came out of his mouth, and he murmured: "The weather is so cold, I really want to secretly light a fire."

Before the words were finished, a falcon's shadow flashed across the sky. It spread its wings and glides through the forest, and landed gently in front of the pawn who lit the fire.

When Wang Maizi saw the red silk tied to the falcon's claws, his heart skipped a beat.

Red silk—raise smoke, support.

Wang Maizi stretched out his hand and twitched his mouth, cursing: "You crow's mouth." Then he muttered softly, "God bless, General Nalan is victorious in every battle, and my uncle has been under his command for many years, but at the end he didn't come back whole. Well, it will be fine this time."

Xiaobing's uncle, Wang Shu, was a captain in Zhu Yu's army on the other side of the mountain. Worried about the safety of his elders, he quickly added a handful of wet snow to the chimney to make the smoke thicker later, and then started to smoke. With a few hits of flint, the bursting red star quickly ignited the fire.

While busy, the falcon in front of him suddenly made a long cry.

Before Huo Yin could be thrown into the stone platform, just as Wang Maizi felt some warmth in his numb hands, his heart immediately felt freezing cold.

Bowing his head, a sword tip was piercing through his chest.

Bright red blood drops fell into the snow.

Behind Wang Maizi, a girl about his age was slowly withdrawing her sword.

The girl is dressed in plain clothes, with a black scorpion pattern embroidered on her right arm, and the word "Wu" in the center of the scorpion.

Under the command of Tianyi Jiaowuzuo, Xuanzhe Department, Ning Qing.

Wang Maizi didn't die immediately, he tried his best to turn his head, his lips moved, his eyes were blank and desperate.

"The demon sect... the demon girl..."

Ning Qing indifferently watched the enemy struggling on the road to death, and suddenly, the girl's sneer froze at the corner of her mouth.

The moment Wang Maizi's eyes completely lost their luster, his abdomen began to swell abnormally and rapidly.

--Oops!

"Boom!"

Thick smoke spread with the fire, and the trees within [-] feet around the blue stone platform were uprooted, and the snow mixed with black mud was blown to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the boy surnamed Wang had no bones left.

The one-armed woman in blue looked at the billowing smoke rising into the sky, and stated indifferently: "Use the living as a guide, and fire will be born if you die. It's such a powerful method. It's worthy of being a member of the Nalan family." Let go of the long whip.

Half of Ning Qing's body was covered in blood. She was wrapped around her waist with the tail of a whip in the nick of time, and she was abruptly dragged out of the range of the explosion. Although she was injured, her life was safe.

The girl turned over and knelt down, with the short sword on her waist, and saluted: "My subordinates thank Master Chu for saving his life. The Xuanzang Department is not doing well. Please punish me."

Chu Chu's empty sleeve on the right was tied around her waist, she slowly shook her head: "No rush."

Ning Qing responded, with worry on her brows—since Mr. Chu is here, the leader must have...

"After the wound is treated, you will return to the team on your own." When Chu Chu said the last word, the person had already unfolded his movements, and flew a hundred feet away like blue smoke.

Every three miles in the mountains, there are beacon fires rising one after another.

"Zhu Yujun asks for help!" Ren Shaoshu, the commander of the Fengling Army, led Qingqi, and rushed from the hinterland of Wuye Mountain to Sangyuan at full speed.

He had previously discussed with General Nalan that after escorting the grain and grass, Feng Ling's entire army would take advantage of the topography of Wuye Mountain to cover up and stay for a few days to give the little girl of the Yun family a sneak attack, and wait for the big fish to bite the hook. Gaifengqi fell into Zhu Yujun's pocket, and he led his army across Liqiong Ridge, taking the opportunity to copy the opponent's lair.

Ren Shaoshu sneered in his heart, as long as the little girl Du Zuo is defeated, the stalemate front in the south will be broken, even if she scratches her head with Bai Yuanqiu, she will not be able to send people to Sangyuan again.

Winning this battle would be a great achievement to change the situation and shock the world.

The shadows of trees whirling in the forest.

The sunlight, which is not bad, shone through several branches and leaves, and reflected fragmentedly on the snow.

Pathfinders held scimitars and went forward in shifts to clear the road ahead. The mountains and forests were full of frost, which was not suitable for the cavalry of the Central Plains to fight in different places.

The edge of the blade was glowing with a pale green luster, and the blade holders swarmed up like a swarm of locusts, wherever they went, there were sawdust flying across with broken ice

The soldier at the head chopped off his hand, and after chopping off the miscellaneous branches blocking the way, the knife's momentum was only slightly slow, and the blade continued to follow the original trajectory, wiping towards the trunk of the tree.

The trunk is full of feet, and its color is deep. When the blade touches it, it feels as fragile as a piece of paper.

Pioneer hurriedly dodged it to make room for it. Unexpectedly, dozens of cold and clear lights suddenly flew out from the fallen crystal canopy when it touched the ground.

The change happened so fast, the tree-cutting soldier raised his knife, but he had no time to react. He watched the arrow grow bigger and bigger in his field of vision, and then——

Crystal drops of blood splashed into the air.

The powerful momentum dragged the soldier back a few steps, the arrow protruded from the back of his head, and fell off the helmet, red and white blood hung on the arrow body, dripping down.

The soldier fell to the ground, surrounded by his comrades.

Looking around, there are Shura Fields everywhere.

The killing continued, and accompanied by the dull sound of "bang bang", the arrows of the feather arrows broke through the iron armor one after another, shooting the pioneers of the Fengling army scattered around the canopy in counting circles.

"Shield Hand!"

Ren Shaoshu pulled the reins in time, the soldiers in front of him held up their shields like a wall, and the adjutant Shi Hu, who was half a horse behind him, blew the horn, and the low and powerful voice immediately resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Attention the whole army, there is an enemy attack!"

Above the Feng Ling army, suddenly countless enemy soldiers hung ropes from the trees and swung a long arc between the mountains, holding scimitars, and took away a series of heads from the air.

Shi Hu stared helplessly at the neck cavities in front of them that suddenly lost their heads, spurting columns of blood upwards.

The red-eyed adjutant roared furiously, the long knife came out of its sheath, and flew towards the sky heavily. A young man who was dangling slightly lower was cut in two by the hanging rope in his hand, and fell obliquely into the phoenix feathers involuntarily. in the army.

Shi Hu raised the spear on the horse's back, pointed at it obliquely, and the point of the spear pierced the boy's chest.

The young man felt that it was difficult to gather a sliver of internal strength in his dantian, and he fell powerlessly. His body was first divided into countless pieces by the long knife, and then trampled into mud by the enemy's horseshoes.

Seeing the effect of this move, countless swords, lights and arrows were thrown from above the Feng Ling army.

Just as Shi Hu was killing him, his mount suddenly staggered and fell down.

On the snow mixed with black mud, there was a cold light breaking through the snow, and many men in white rolled forward with their knives, and the blades swept towards the horseshoes of Feng Lingjun's horses.

The steed neighed and fell to its knees. Before the soldier on the horse fell to the ground, he was cut in half by someone.

Shi Hu struggled to dodge the enemy's attack, and defended Ren Shaoshu's horse. At this moment, four words came to his mind - the net of heaven and earth.

In this planned killing, who is the hunter?

Among the enemies that suddenly appeared, there were a group of people who were so fierce that they could not be stopped.

Ren Shaoshu's eyes were cold, and the enemies in front of him should belong to the Kuaixue Army, the direct line of the Bai surnamed devil in Wushuang City, and Wu Zuo's four divisions, Jade Snake, Bai Fei, Chi Niao, and Xuan Zing.

The southern region should have belonged to China and North Korea, but there are these people from the rivers and lakes who have relied on military force for many years to violate the ban and occupy the mountain as king.

Really hateful.

In the chaotic army, Chu Chu stepped on Feng Lingjun's head and came straight to Ren Shaoshu. Every time she stepped on it, the head she used to borrow strength sank like a rotten watermelon.

Draw a knife to kill the general.

Seeing that the one-armed swordsman in Tsing Yi was less than three feet away from Ren Shaoshu, the old Taoist priest Xuan Wu, who had been hiding behind the general for a long time, finally slowly revealed his skinny hands stuck in his sleeves.

Raising your hand is a whisk.

Thousands of troubles knock on the blade, making a sound like a golden gong,

Chu Chu's arm trembled violently, and blood spilled from the corner of her lips. The two held each other for a few breaths, and then the woman fell back thirty feet in an instant at a faster speed than when she came, barely stopping on the back of an ownerless horse.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi stared fixedly at the old Taoist in front of her. Although there was an enemy attack behind her, she didn't turn her head. She just let go of her palm and held the handle of the knife with her thumb and index finger. She turned around and swept across the area.

The old man twisted his beard, brushing the tail of dust in his hand again.

In mid-air, dozens of people from the Red Bird Division quickly swung towards the old Taoist priest, with the scimitar in their hands aiming at the human skull.

Under the infusion of true energy, the long filaments on the whisk stood upside down like thorns. Every time Xuanwu's index finger pressed on the wooden handle, a white filament flew towards the enemy.

Akatori drew his knives, and slashed at each other with the backs of their knives, barely getting out of the way.

Xuan Wu smiled.

At this moment, a northerly wind blew in the forest, and the snow foam was blown up by the wind, moving leisurely towards Ren Shaoshu's location.

It seems that there is nothing abnormal about the wind blowing in the snow, but after seeing it, the calm old Taoist priest suddenly changed his expression. He took Ren Shaoshu's arm and threw him on his horse's back, while the whisk whirled like a stir mud, and draw a circular wall of yin and yang complementing each other in front of you.

The snow foam exploded on this transparent wall of air, and where the air flow affected, none of the Fengling Army within the range was spared.

"It's the one who came." Xuan Wu said.

Twenty feet away, a young woman in deep clothes like piles of snow had already stood there. She withdrew her hand with some regret, and said calmly, "The Taoist priest has good eyesight."

"Bai Jiaozhu." Xuanwu looked serious, "Seeing that you have just made a move, I know that your recovery is really good these years."

It's a pity that such a charged blow will consume [-]% of your true energy, and you will not be able to accomplish the work in the end.

Behind Xuanwu, Ren Shaoshu's eyes widened, his gaze never leaving Bai Yuanqiu's square inch.

When he heard the word "Bai Jiaozhu", his heart stopped suddenly, and then it started beating more violently—what is Yun Fang, as long as he can surround Bai Yuanqiu to death today, the world will truly fall into the hands of China and North Korea!

"Master Xuanwu!" Ren Shaoshu said eagerly.

Xuan Wu paused, then sighed lightly, nodded: "Don't worry, General."

Ren Shaoshu's face showed uncontrollable joy, he looked at Bai Yuanqiu, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed back and forth on the back of the knife.

Bai Yuanqiu looked calm, the leader of Tianyi came to the battlefield in person, and she was gentle and elegant, she nodded and said: "Why is General Ren so impatient, the Fengling Army must be overcrowded in the Hall of Yama today."

Although she said that she was not in a hurry, she struck quickly and ruthlessly, and the sword energy flew out from her long sleeves, and the Fengling soldiers who surrounded her once again held up their shields to resist. The iron shield was damaged a bit, but a blood hole the size of a bowl appeared quietly in the chest of the shield holder.

The sky is turning cloudy, and it looks like snow.

"Bai Jiaozhu is proficient in deceiving people by relying on martial arts. No wonder the authority of Wushuang City will eventually fall into your hands." Ren Shaoshu's voice was full of insinuations, full of malice.

The corners of Bai Yuanqiu's lips curled up, and his voice was soft: "The general is overrated."

...No one is praising you, okay?

The author has something to say: ... the author Jun stayed up all night to brush up the latest episode of Langya Bang, so let's put a special episode today QAQ

ps: I will post it directly tonight, since it’s already the 10th anyway, I won’t bother saving it in the manuscript box _(:зゝ∠)_