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Chapter 895 Prince Beiliang, I’ll lend you your head.

The eleventh king in the world, Ming Yin, is a martial artist who devotes himself to practicing martial arts. His talent and perseverance are extraordinary, otherwise he would not be ranked among the top ten masters in the world.

He is a special figure on the martial arts evaluation list, not only because of Wang Xianzhi's relationship with him, he is ranked eleventh, but also because his weapons are very special.

Wang Mingyin was a genius, proficient in all kinds of martial arts including swords, spears, and spears. He was involved in Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and was involved in many disciplines.

He was so smart that he didn't know which weapon to choose, so he finally had to get a soft sword. After infusing it with zhenqi, it could be used as a knife, a gun or an arrow.

The waiting time was long. Wang Mingyin looked up at the sky and couldn't help but recall that year when he returned to Xiangfan after learning the news. The reed swamp at that time...

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and thousands of birds flew from the reeds.

Wang Mingyin, Wu Liuding, Zhao Kai and others, as well as other arrangements arranged by King Zhao Heng of Jing'an, were all vigilant and prepared.

On this day, Princess Jingan went out of the city to enjoy the scenery in the reed marsh. His Royal Highness Zhao Xun, the Crown Prince of Jingan, personally sent her to the gate of Xiangfan City. After going up to the Diaoyutai and watching the princess go away, he turned around and put on his armor and personally led his troops to arrange the arrangements.

Reeds choose water to live in. They form large clusters and form beaches and ponds. In previous years, Princess Pei would go out of the city to enjoy the scenery in the reed marsh. It was early today, so she was very familiar with the route. The carriage branched off from the smooth official road into a small path and arrived at the lush reed marsh.

In the compartment of the carriage, Princess Pei, who was personally involved in everything in the palace, lit a small sandalwood burner and sat in a kneeling position with her buttocks resting on her legs, invisibly squeezing out a full arc.

The two maids in the carriage, even if they were both women, were moved when they saw this scene.

Princess Pei held a letter in her hand, which was given to her by Zhao Heng, King of Jingan before she left the palace. She said that it would be best to hand it over to the Northern Liang Crown Prince by the reed marsh.

Princess Pei looked at the envelope that had not been sealed carefully, and twirled out the secret letter with two fingers. On it was the handwriting of King Jing'an: Send to your nephew Qianli.

Pei Nanwei frowned, somewhat unable to guess the meaning of Zhao Heng, King of Jing'an. This prince who just missed the throne was as suspicious and suspicious as the emperor, and he liked to keep others guessing.

When Beiliang and his party arrived at the reed swamp, two familiar figures appeared on their path.

A man in green shirt came from the southwest, carrying a thin bamboo pole on his shoulder.

Wu Liuding looked at the first carriage of Beiliang's group. He did not look back, but said: "Cuihua, if I die in Li Chungang's hands today, I will stop offering wine every Qingming Festival. I don't like drinking very much. Just a big pot of sauerkraut.”

"it is good."

Wu Liuding's sword attendant Cuihua replied.

"Old Sword God Li, Wu Liuding, the younger member of the Wu family, came today with the King Su Sword, just asking for a fight!"

After Wu Liuding's words fell, the wind roared loudly in the reed marsh, and the awe-inspiring sword intent filled the world.

Li Chungang in the carriage heard the challenge and walked away with his sword. Wu Liuding faced this kendo senior who had been famous for a long time. Not only was he not afraid, he smiled cheerfully and walked forward with a bamboo pole.

Both of these two men were the top swordsmen in the world, and their fight was dizzying to watch. Xu Fengnian's eyes were bright, and he silently memorized their moves, deducing and understanding them in his mind.

"In addition to Wu Liuding, there are also the eleventh king Mingyin in the world, three talisman generals in red armor, and the ambush arranged by King Zhao Heng of Jing'an. They really think highly of us!" "Send an order to Ning Emei to have Fengzi camp prepare for a deadly battle to guard against Wang Mingyin and the ambush." ”

"You three, follow Grandpa Wei into the reed swamp later to set up arrangements, and hold Fu General Hongjia down."

"We have Huang Man'er, so we should be able to deal with other emergencies."

Although Xu Fengnian was mostly focused on the two swordsmen, he also made arrangements for the current situation.

Wei Shuyang, the old Taoist priest of Jiudoumi, just nodded when he heard this.

In addition to the two major sects of Taoism in the world, there are many branches with their own magical powers. Among them are the alchemists of the Fulu sect who can exorcise ghosts and invite gods, and the formation warlocks who are proficient in Qimen Dunjia. This formation is not a military formation, but It is a strange formation that is arranged by manpower and with the help of the right time and place.

Wei Shuyang's martial arts cultivation is not outstanding, but he is a warlock who is good at setting up formations. He specially prepared a set of Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Peach Wood Sword Formation for the Red Armor of Fu General, thinking that he can achieve great results.

Shu Sha and the other three looked a bit ugly, and asked the three of them to cooperate with Wei Shuyang to deal with the three red armored talisman generals. It was obvious that they were going to rush in front and fight to the death. Just by listening to Xu Fengnian's tone, you can tell how long it can last.

Outside the reed marsh, Li Chungang faced off against Wu Liuding, a junior in kendo. He was eight points sure of winning. It just depended on how long it would take to determine the winner.

Ning'emei and Fengziying are not enough to face Wang Mingyin and the possible ambush of King Jingan, but as long as they are not afraid of fighting to the death and use their lives to consume Wang Mingyin's strength, then the young prince has a good chance of winning against this man who is the best in the world. It's great, and we should be able to win.

Winning these two battlefields means that the overall situation has been decided. So what if the three Shu and Shame are killed in the battle, it is just the sacrifice of the three of them.

Although they had been warned and threatened by Northern Liang King Xu Xiao as early as when they left the Northern Liang Palace, the three of them could not help but feel resentful when the deadly battle was approaching, especially after they tried to seduce Xu Xin and Xu Fengnian many times along the way. Feeling so shy, he gave Persimmon a sharp look.

They should have figured it out a long time ago. How many young men from the noble families of princes, generals and prime ministers are not cold-tempered? Even though they don't have the talents and strategies of their fathers, their temperament and temperament are most likely to be learned from them.

"Ha ha……"

Pei Nanwei on the side now understood the cause and effect, and also figured out what Zhao Heng's letter "sending my nephew thousands of miles away" meant. She looked at Xu Fengnian with a sneer and said: "Xu Fengnian, you are really hypocritical. very."

"You gave the Wang family a way to survive, but in the end you have to arrange for your men to sacrifice themselves for you. What's the difference between you, the Crown Prince of Beiliang, and Zhao Xun, the Crown Prince of Jing'an?"

"Don't you all shrink from the battle and only let people who are worthless than ants in your eyes fight for their lives and die in vain..."

Pei Nanwei was also one of the sacrificed ones, but it was Zhao Heng who sacrificed her, so at this time, she was considered broken. Shu Sha and the others had something in their hearts that they dared not say, but Pei Nanwei had nothing. Scruples.

"What do you know! This is different!"

Xu Fengnian was more focused on watching the sword fight and just replied casually.

It's not that Xu Fengnian doesn't understand sacrifice, he just doesn't want to follow Xu Xiao's arrangements in everything, so he just wants to win a big victory in this reed marsh according to his own arrangements and ideas.

While Li Chungang and Wu Liuding were fighting fiercely, a farmer walked out of the reeds, walked towards Xu Fengnian, and said, "Prince of Northern Liang, I can lend you my head."

(End of this chapter)