A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The great general of the dynasty, Ping Duhe, the head of the "Emei School", the master of the "Xuanzhen View" of Mount Emei. "

Shu Ange pointed out Dugu Yihe's identity, and he said with a cold face and expressionless face: "A yellow-haired girl who is still young, teach me how to believe that you can lead troops to restore your homeland."

The sword on his waist was two sizes larger than the usual sword. The brass sword was polished brightly, and the scabbard was stale, with a small gossip inlaid on it.

Dugu Yihe fought on the battlefield when he was young, and he has been in the Central Plains for decades. Although the hero is late, his eyes are full of shocking power.

Even if the Lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng, or Ximen Chuixue stood here, they were not sure that they would be able to gain benefits by fighting Dugu Yihe.

In the face of such people, blindly showing weakness will only be despised.

"I am familiar with more than 500 volumes of the art of war, and I am proficient in everything about lance and cavalry. I can train an elite soldier within two years."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Shu Ange in surprise. She used to have a bright smile, like an innocent chivalrous girl who had just entered the arena with peerless martial arts.

But now, he could clearly see from her the chilling and murderous aura that only a battle-hardened veteran can have.

A gleam of light flashed in Dugu Yihe's eyes, and he shouted: "How dare a little girl dare to speak madly!"

Shu Ange's expression didn't change, and he took a step forward: "Back then, Ping Duhe also made great achievements in the battlefield, and he has made great achievements in battle. When did he become so forward-looking and fearful!"

Her bright eyes spurted like fire, shooting at Dugu Yihe like a sharp arrow.

Decades ago, he led the soldiers to resist the invasion of Cossack cavalry, and the scene of the river of blood appeared in front of him.

Under her scorching gaze, Dugu Yihe took a staggering step back and sighed: "Since ancient times, heroes have been young, and the Jinpeng Kingdom's great cause of rejuvenation has been handed over to Princess Danfeng from now on."

She was recognized by Dugu Yihe!

Lu Xiaofeng cheered Shu Ange in her heart, smiling like a spring breeze and persuading: "There is wine and meat, songs and dances, why don't you all sit down and have a drink!"

Dugu Yihe glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, then laughed loudly: "Okay, let's have a drink!"

With the sound of silk and bamboo, the fragrance of wine filled the pavilion, Huo Tianqing drank cup after cup, his eyes dimmed and his expression dull, completely different from his mature and steady appearance last time.

He was sincere towards Shangguan Feiyan. It's a pity that Shangguan Feiyan cares more about the wealth and the treasures of the Jinpeng Dynasty than the love between men and women.

If she can be a little less greedy, a smart and beautiful woman like her can easily be happy.

Lu Xiaofeng is full of witty words, Shu Ange is clever, and although Yan Tieshan and Dugu Yihe have different personalities, they have been on the rivers and lakes for decades, and there are many stories to tell.

This meal was considered a pleasure for the host and guests, at least it didn't become a banquet.

At the end of the banquet, Shu Ange officially formed an alliance with Yan Tieshan and Dugu Yihe. The two of them contributed money and food, and she was responsible for recruiting troops and horses to bring them back to their homeland.

This is not an easy task. There is no king in the world, and there are swords, lights, swords and shadows on the rivers and lakes. The reason why the court does not care is just a tacit understanding that the two sides have reached for a long time.

If Shu Ange wants to train, he must not stay in the Central Plains unless there is an accident, otherwise he will be charged with treason.

Far from the Central Plains to recruit troops and train the army, it is easier said than done.

Because of this, Dugu Yihe and Yan Tieshan, after listening to her plan, spontaneously gave birth to a little admiration for a child who was under age and could be their grandchild.

These old people, carrying the hopes of the common people, left with the treasures of the Jinpeng Dynasty.

Decades have passed, and although they have made a name for themselves in the Central Plains, they are suffering from the torment of their conscience day and night.

Such a little girl, who has lived in the Central Plains since she was born, can have such an ambition, how can it not be moved.

After the banquet, Dugu Yihe left the Yan residence with his five disciples.

After meeting Shu Ange, he suddenly found that he still had a lot of things to do.

The martyr is in his twilight years, and he is very strong. He is no longer young, but he is still alive after all. Sometimes if it is good now, should it wait for the loess to cover his body?

When Shu Ange was about to leave Yan's residence, Huo Tianqing sent her a message.

She accepted it with a smile, and Lu XiaoFeng felt a little worried in her heart.

There is only one line of words on the post. Huo Tianqing's calligraphy is clean and handsome, which is very consistent with his temperament.

910 ☆, ☆, Exiled Princess Conquer Piaoling Sword God 18

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou saw Huo Tianqing handing Shu Ange the post, but she didn't mean to mention it, and they were not easy to ask.

After returning to the inn, Shu Ange opened the post.

"Tomorrow will be a decisive battle in the deserted garden."

After reading it, Shu Ange put the post on the table without any emotion.

She had received the gauntlet, and Huo Tianqing gave her the gauntlet, which was somewhat surprising, but not completely incomprehensible.

Although Shangguan Feiyan did not die in her hands, her last wish was to kill Shangguan Danfeng.

Huo Tianqing may be able to find out that Shangguan Feiyan's death is inseparable from Tsing Yi Lou, but Tsing Yi Lou, known as the 108-point rudder, is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is difficult for him to avenge his lover.

In contrast, satisfying the last wish of the sweetheart has become the last choice.

Shu Ange sighed, isn't this just picking up soft persimmons and pinching them.

At the time of the decisive battle, she did not mention Lu Xiaofeng or Hua Manlou, and it was past seven in the morning.

Summer is approaching, and it is dawn at 9000. It is hot and Shu Ange slept a moment before the departure time. He got up, washed and quietly left the inn.

Shortly after she left, Lu Xiaofeng knocked on her door, and Hua Manlou was standing beside her.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

There was no reply from the door, Lu XiaoFeng called softly, "Miss Shangguan?"

Still no one answered, Hua Manlou suddenly pushed open the door, Lu XiaoFeng snorted and found that the door was empty.

"The invitation is here."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the invitation, opened it and said, "Tomorrow at an hour, a decisive battle in the deserted garden."

Hearing this, Hua Manlou frowned, with a worried look on his face: "Huo Tianqing is a genius in the sky, and his martial arts are not inferior to you and me."

Lu XiaoFeng put the invitation on the table and said only one word: "Let's go!"

Like a gust of wind, the two left the inn through the door, flying over the eaves and rushing towards the deserted garden.

The moment is so close at hand, they are afraid that going one step later will lead to irreversible consequences.

In the deserted garden, crystal dew rolls on the blades of grass, and the golden gleam sprinkles on the desolate eaves hung with cobwebs.

When Shu Ange arrived, Huo Tianqing, dressed in black, was already in the garden.

"You came."

The corners of Shu Ange's lips curved, and the light in his eyes seemed to be facing the crystal dew.

"It's a blessing in my life to be able to fight with General Manager Huo."

Huo Tianqing looked at her and said indifferently, "I know that Feiyan's death has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, I also know why Manager Huo wants to fight with me."

"In that case, draw your sword."

Huo Tianqing coldly asked Shu Ange to do it first, not because he was conceited, but because he didn't think he would lose.

Singer Shu An pressed on the hilt of the sword with a sweet and bright smile, as if he was going on a date with a lover, not a life-and-death battle: "Before I draw my sword, I would also like to say that my sword is originally a sword of salvation, but there are exceptions. when."

"Since you want to fight, it's better to fight with me."

An even colder voice sounded, Huo Tianqing turned around, and appeared in front of him like a snow-white robe.

Huo Tianqing's coldness is the coldness of sadness and depression, and Ximen Chuixue's coldness is the bone-chilling coldness of Kunlun Feixue.

Shu Ange looked at Ximen Chuixue in surprise. He and Huo Tianqing looked at each other, but never looked at her.

"Okay!"

Huo Tianqing responded, Ximen Chuixue's challenge, he had no reason to refuse, nor the right to refuse.

Shu Ange's sword was not sheathed, Huo Tianqing and Ximen Chuixue drew their swords at the same time, the sword light was like lightning, black and white like a hurricane.

The oriole sang softly, and the green trees swayed in the wind.

Shu Ange watched the battle without blinking. The speed of the two of them was faster than she imagined.

The sword energy entered the sky, and the cold light shook Kyushu.

Master tricks are not only inspired by martial arts, but also a visual enjoyment.

When Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou hurried to the deserted garden, they saw Shu Ange's back, and also saw the black and white shadows surrounded by water and sword light.

Finally, the wind stopped and the dew rolled down the grass.

Ximen Chuixue silently blew a bright drop of blood from the tip of the sword, Huo Tianqing fell to the ground with a bang, but his eyes were closed.

Win, or die, and fight Ximen Chuixue, there are only two choices.

"Huo Tianqing's swordsmanship is good, but his skills are not as good as others."

With a hint of regret in Lu Xiaofeng's tone, Hua Manlou looked in the direction of Ximen Chuixue and reminded him, "Huo Tianqing is the latecomer of the old man of Tianqin. The owner of Ximen Village is careful of Tianqinmen's revenge."

Shu Ange saw Huo Tianqing's body and strode towards Ximen Chuixue.

"Thank you."

Her voice is clear and clear, and her expression is gentle like water.

Ximen Chuixue suddenly turned around and strode away without saying a word.

He came in a hurry and went in a hurry.

Shu Ange suddenly shouted in the direction of his departure: "Ximen Chuixue, you are happy with me, but it doesn't matter."

Lu XiaoFeng sighed, reached out and patted Hua ManLou's shoulder: "I always thought I was very lucky, but now it seems that Ximen Chuixue has better luck."

"Your hero saves beauty too many times."

Hua Manlou also joked, Lu XiaoFeng laughed dumbly.

Shu Ange looked back at the two of them and apologized generously: "I made you worry, but Huo Tianqing may not be able to beat me."

"Actually, sometimes I really want to compete with the Shangguan girl, but I'm afraid that I won't be ashamed to see Jiangdong's elders after the defeat."

Lu Xiaofeng likes to joke anytime, and Shu Ange raised his eyebrows to receive: "Shangguan also wants to learn from the famous Lingxi finger in the arena, but I'm afraid we can't learn from each other today."

She looked at Huo Tianqing and sighed, "You have a great time, why is it here?"

Hua Manlou also showed a hint of regret, but didn't say much.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. Although he does not agree with killing in vain, Huo Tianqing sang the battle letter to Shu An, and made it clear that he would take her life.

What's wrong with Shu Ange?

"Miss Shangguan, go back first, and then I will find someone to put away Director Huo's body. After all, she is a hero of a generation."

"No, Shishu Uncle Huo's body will be collected by us!"

Three people suddenly appeared in the deserted garden. One was a poor scholar who was full of sourness, another was a bald old man, and the other was a peddler who was carrying a load.

The bald old man's face was pale and yellow, and he was wearing coarse gray clothes that only reached his knees, just like a country old man.

There was nothing unusual about them, but they looked at Huo Tianqing with sadness, and even the bald old man with a lot of years had tears in his eyes.

"Uncle Huo..."

The peddler put down the courage on his shoulders, the poor scholar staggered and knelt beside Huo Tianqing, the bald old man swayed and was about to fall.

"It turned out to be three of the seven heroes of the market."

Lu XiaoFeng's eyes showed sympathy, and looked at Huo Tianqing, who was lying silently in the grass: "Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, please forgive me."

"Sorry? Hehe."

(Just one update today, work is too busy, meow, I have to work overtime)