Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

Today, however, they will bury this myth with their own hands on the prairie, just as their countless ancestors did.

"Is this person Wu Feng?" Fu Yun was riding on a tall horse, and asked beside him, and when he got an accurate answer, he suddenly laughed, "Okay! Very good! Today, the king will avenge his son's murder! Do it!"

Following Fu Yun's order, three groups of one hundred cavalrymen rushed out from behind him, brandishing swords, bows and arrows.

Wu Feng stood on his horse, drew the bow of destroying the sun, put on three arrows, but did not let it go, when the crowd charging at the forefront rushed to eight hundred steps away, suddenly the divine bow blew, and the three arrows turned into arrows. The rapidly rotating spiral shot out.

The arrows swept across the sky, instantly piercing through the chest of a strong man who was running in the front, and then shot towards the people behind. Each arrow had a spiral force attached to it, piercing through more than a dozen warriors on horseback. The strength just ended.

There was an uproar in the army formation in the distance, but Wu Feng's fingers moved together, and only one person actually caused the effect of riding and shooting like a thousand horses. Suddenly, the people below turned their backs, and the horse and human body rolled down the hillside, causing even more amazing damage.

In just a cup of tea, the three teams with a total of [-] troops suffered heavy casualties, and more than half of them lost their strength in the first attack.

"I don't believe his vitality is endless, go on!" Fu Yun's face sank like water, and as soon as he waved his hand, ten teams of one hundred people rushed towards the top of the mountain.

At the same time, thousands of cavalry from the east and south each rushed up from the gaps in Helen Fort, led by leaders of various tribes.

There were not many arrows left, so Wu Feng put away his sun-destroying bow and rode towards the cavalry at the foot of the mountain. No one expected that he would give up Helen Fort, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and take the initiative to fight.

The charging teams on both sides suddenly turned around and surrounded Wu Feng's back from three sides. Arrows rained like rain, but Wu Feng's spears danced into a ball of silver light, and the arrows were pushed away one after another.

After two waves of arrow rain, the distance between the two sides was extremely close. With a sweep of the spear, the first three people to fight immediately flew out from the horse with a scream, and hit their colleagues behind them with unabated force, rolled down and were caught by the rear. The hooves of the horses were trampled into meat paste.

These ethnic groups on the grasslands are very skilled in riding and fighting. They are staggered at a distance of one person from each other.

However, when they met Wu Feng, this tactic didn't work at all. When he launched a reverse charge, it was like a prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex rushing into a flock of sheep. The Tuyuhun warrior trembled and fell to the ground.

1000 people seem to be a lot, densely packed across a mile of land, but the horses charge so fast, they just kill a bloody path as soon as they penetrate.

Fu Yun snorted coldly, he thought the other party was trying to break through, and suddenly he let out a long roar and brought the concealed army to kill him.

Wu Feng turned his horse's head with a sneer, and suddenly charged towards the rear again. The forward troops saw the killing god charge out, and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw this person charge back again, so they had to bite the bullet and go up again. .

The ones rushing from the rear merged with the vanguard, and immediately the area under Helenburg Mountain was densely packed with people. Although there were a lot of people in this group, there were only three or four people who could fight face to face at the same time. At this time, the warriors of various ethnic groups mostly used spears The shadows of the saber and spear flew, and the blade was shining brightly. For a moment, Wu Feng's body was covered with sharp blades that gleamed coldly.

"Hahaha! Have fun!" Wu Feng simply grabbed another long spear, steered the horse with only his legs, and rushed left and right with the gun in both hands. No one was his single-handed enemy, and his efficiency was astonishingly high. The warrior was killed by him from the horse and fell down. The blood flowed under the horse's hoof and formed a river, but not a single drop flowed from him.

During the scuffle, several masters hidden among the soldiers suddenly jumped out, and a long whip, a broadsword and a fine iron long sword swept across Wu Feng's vital points.

Wu Feng swept his spear horizontally, and everyone saw only a silver shadow flying across the air, directly cutting off the three people in the air, and falling to death with a shrill scream.

Another long spear was suddenly pointed backward as if it opened its eyes, and the point of the gun was aimed precisely at the top of a powerful arrow that was fired, and it directly pierced the chests of the three people next to him with a light stroke.

Wu Feng glanced away, and suddenly saw a figure in the distance who had just put down his bow and arrow from among the crowds of people. It was Shen Moheng, the leader of the sand bandits, and only this man's shooting skills could find gaps in the crowd, like a poisonous snake Suddenly, it rushed out and bit it fiercely.

"I was looking for you!" Wu Feng suddenly let go of his two guns, turned into two silver wheels and shot across the surroundings. After clearing a clearing, he suddenly flew into the air. The arrows are already on the string.

Above the sky, one can clearly see Shen Moheng's pupils constricted suddenly because of shock, suddenly jumping on the horse and sticking close to the horse's belly and shooting towards the periphery.

Wu Feng sneered, the distance here is very far, it has already exceeded the range of ordinary bows and arrows, and it is even more difficult to aim at a galloping figure.

He took a deep breath, and strands of magnetic lines of force rushed into the metal arrow, as if a thunderbolt sounded from the blue sky. No one could see the trajectory of the arrow clearly. After a ray of light, the arrow disappeared on the Wufeng bow.

The next moment, there was an earth-shattering howl in the distance, and Shen Moheng flew out from the galloping horse, and an arrow shot into him from behind, with a ghostly expression on his face, but the arrow was entering the body In an instant, it split into countless metal fragments, and under the action of the magnetic field force, they moved rapidly in the body.

This kind of pain is tantamount to the punishment of being hacked into pieces, no matter how strong a man is, he can't bear it, Shen Mohengda spit out mixed blood and rolled all over the ground, suddenly he slapped his forehead with his palm, and killed himself on the spot.

No one thought that Shen Moheng, the leader of the vicious sand bandits, would commit suicide in the end.

"The leader of Shenmoheng is dead!"

"Kill! Kill him!"

The sand bandits under Shen Moheng let out a roar of shock and anger, but unfortunately there were too many people around, and the human wall formed by layers of cavalry completely restricted the movement space of the people behind, and the crowd waving swords was like a wave It goes on and on, never ending.

Chapter 73

The rain of arrows was like a waterfall, and the forest of swords and swords. At every moment, countless weapons greeted Wu Feng, piercing through one layer after another, desperately fighting.

These are the most elite cavalry on the prairie, they have their own pride, and the death of the leader made them even more furious, vowing to pull this man off his horse and kill him on the spot.

The battle was fought from early morning to sunset, and the sound of the fighting gradually became quieter. The corpses under the feet had already piled up like a mountain, and the small river of blood dyed the small grass red, mixed with the soaked blood. The land, presumably the grass that will grow here next year will be more lush and dense.

"Get! Get! Get!" The sound of horseshoes resounded clearly on the battlefield, and the long spear in Wu Feng's hand was still as bright as new. In today's battle, I don't know how many people died under this spear.

Wherever they passed, the crowd diverged, and everyone looked at this terrible man with a kind of surprised and full of eyes. Suddenly, someone yelled, and the sparse warriors of various races could no longer bear the huge fear in their hearts, howling. Screaming and running away.

"The devil! He's the devil!"

These people were scared out of their wits. They took off their leather armor, threw away their weapons, and abandoned the brave heart of the grassland boy, never daring to face the spear in this man's hand again.

Wu Feng let out a sigh of relief, this kind of killing was just an appetizer for him, but unfortunately the psychological endurance of this group of people is still weak, and they collapsed completely after only half of them died.

But not everyone lost their will to resist. A team of only a hundred people remained on the field, and Fu Yun's arm was gone. Not long after the battle, he was almost shot and killed by Wu Feng, and was deployed to save him. He came back, but also lost an arm.

He watched helplessly that the elite under the tent were slaughtered like chickens and dogs by this man, Fu Yun Khan cried and cried, "I have so many elite athletes in Tuyuhun, who should have had a brilliant life, But because of my own selfishness, I suffered heavy casualties, and told me how to meet my clansmen."

"Khan, let's get out of here quickly." A general next to him persuaded.

Fuyun Khan sighed and said: "Let's go, save the last trace of vitality for the tribe. After I die, no one is allowed to avenge me. Tuyuhun will no longer participate in the grassland hegemony war, and spend 20 years to recuperate."

This time, those who accompanied him to be buried in this meadow included not only tens of thousands of elites from the clan, but also many Tuyuhun masters. It can be said that the strength of the king's account was greatly reduced in this battle, and it is very likely that the originally unified Tuyuhun would fall into a divided situation again. .

Fu Yun Khan knew that even if he returned alive, it would be difficult to suppress the opposing voices in the tribe. Instead of doing this, it would be better to die vigorously on the battlefield and preserve the last trace of dignity for himself.

He has already developed the will to die, so he looked at the man who was walking towards him with an indifferent expression, hatred and hatred in his eyes, pulled out the saber at his waist with a "clang", and pointed it at Wu Feng: "Today~ you slaughtered my grassland!" Son Lang, one day~ our descendants will avenge us, send troops to the south, and conquer..."

Before Fu Yun finished speaking, a silver spear tip had penetrated his throat and protruded from the back of his neck.

"So much nonsense!" Wu Feng calmly pulled out the tip of the gun, a large amount of blood spurted out from the blood hole in Fu Yun's throat, the broken larynx blocked his breathing, blood foam gushed out of his mouth, and let out a "hoo hoo" The voice fell from the horse.

"Sweat!"

"Kill him and avenge the Great Khan!"

The Tuyuhun warrior behind Fu Yun yelled and drew his sword and rushed towards Wu Feng, who was shot by Wu Feng one by one without much effort.

The sound of killing stopped, Wu Feng stood on his horse and looked over, only to see that the originally beautiful grassland was covered with blood and corpses were strewn all over the field, only the horses of the dead knights were neighing in the setting sun.

After fighting for a whole day, although the horse under the seat has been modified, it is still close to the limit, sweating profusely, with a lot of white saliva from the corners of the mouth, and it looks like it will die at any time.

Wu Feng simply jumped off his horse, led the horse and walked towards the north for a while. In front of him were the camps of the Chinese army of various tribes. The camp was in a mess, and supplies were scattered everywhere on the ground. It was obvious that the place had already been ransacked by defeated soldiers once.

At this moment, a lunatic figure walked by him, but it was Xu Kaishan. After reading the other party's memory that day, Wu Feng was run away by him at some point because he was concentrating on studying the exercises. It is here.

After rewarding the opponent with a shot, Wu Feng walked into the camp. The group of defeated soldiers left in a hurry, and there was still a lot of food and water to take away in the future. They used a fire to cook at will, and found the most luxurious tent to lie down. Had a night's rest.

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Wu Feng was sleeping soundly, so naturally he didn't know that everything that happened on this battlefield spread with the defeat of the army, and soon appeared in the hands of the rulers of the major forces in the prairie.

With a sound of "bang", the golden wine bottle splashed all over the ground, and Jieli Khan stood up abruptly, unaware that the table in front of him was overturned, and exclaimed, "How could this happen!"

The most powerful person in Turkic who has traversed the prairie for decades, his body is trembling unconsciously, all because the news he received was too shocking.

"Tuyuhun and other tribes combined a total of more than [-] troops, but they were single-handedly defeated by one person. How could there be such a terrifying warrior in the world!"

Not long ago, he personally led the most elite Golden Wolf Riders in the clan to ambush Fengzun Wu Feng. Not only did his elite soldiers suffer heavy casualties, but he also lost several generals in a row. Even Dun Yugu and Fu Nanda died at the hands of that man.

After that, he learned from the painful experience and dispatched the wolf bandits under his command to unite with various grassland ministries, and even allowed Tuyuhun Fuyun's army to enter his sphere of influence, in order to completely solve this serious problem without mobilizing the Turkic army.

However, what he never expected was that the final result of the battle ended with the annihilation of the [-] army.

"Don't say that one day they will invade the Central Plains. With this person, our prairie will never have peace." Jieli Khan raised his head and sighed, with an indescribably desolate look on his face.

The land that had recently been ruled by Tuli, the real ruler of East Turkistan, was at the peak of his life, but suddenly became disheartened, and even had the idea of ​​disarming and returning to the land.

"Khan, why should you be discouraged? Such a strong man is the best opponent every warrior dreams of. I am going to meet this Feng Zun for a while." His jet-black hair was tied into a bun, and his bronze-colored skin shone with dazzling luster. The most memorable thing was his pair of eyes full of evil charm and high spirits, full of unparalleled belief in never giving up and facing difficulties.

He is the legend on the prairie, the spiritual totem of countless warriors and soldiers and civilians on the prairie, the undefeated myth - Wu Zun Bixuan.

Chapter 74

"My lord, absolutely not!" Jieli Khan said hastily when he heard that Bi Xuan was ready to fight.

Wu Feng beheaded thousands of armies with the power of one person, but anyone who has reached a certain limit in martial arts knows that his martial arts has reached an incredible level. Jieli Khan's cultivation base is extremely high, and his eyesight is not bad. If Bi Xuan meets that person, the chance of winning is very slim.

Bi Xuan is the spiritual totem on the prairie, and he is also his most powerful supporter. Once Bi Xuan loses or even dies, it will be no less than a military defeat for the Turks.

Bi Xuan said: "I've made up my mind, and Khan doesn't need to persuade me anymore. For warriors of my generation, a battle with such a powerful enemy is enough to burn and sublimate myself to the most extreme brilliance, and reach the highest level of martial arts. What's more ..."

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the long hair hanging on his shoulders was windless and automatic, "Recently, I have made another breakthrough in martial arts. Even if I lose, I am sure to make him suffer irreversible injuries. At that time, the sweat can mobilize the army Encircle and suppress, we must cut off this enemy for our Turks."

Jieli Khan's tiger's body trembled violently, knowing that Bi Xuan had committed death for the purpose of eradicating this great enemy for the Eastern Turks. !"

"Bi Xuan is so happy in his heart at this time, why does Khan act like a little girl?" Bi Xuan waved his hand and walked out of the tent with a long smile.

Jieli Khan calmed down, walked out of the tent after a while, and ordered the messengers, "The army is going out, the goal is to conquer the city."

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Tongwan City is located tens of miles north of Helen Fort. It is the largest cargo distribution center in this grassland. It is famous for its ironware industry and is known as the arsenal of Mu Us. rule.

This white fortress is composed of the east city, the west city and the outer city. There are protruding square piers at the four corners of the city, occupying the top of the city wall, adding a lot of momentum.White and simple houses of all sizes are scattered in the city, forming streets and alleys.

There are no gates in Tongwan City, and outsiders can come in and out freely. There are all kinds of camps scattered outside the city walls, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Recently, the number of people who came to Tongwan City has increased several times. Not only are there masters from all ethnic groups in the prairie, but also warriors from the Central Plains, Tianzhu, Korea and other places, with weapons on their backs and strong aura.

This group of people are all watching the battle between Wu Zun Bi Xuan and Feng Zun Wu Feng, this battle can be said to be the biggest event in the Central Plains and Northern Saibei martial arts in recent years.

The more people there are, the more problems there will be. There are warriors making trouble in the city every day, which makes Tie Fu, the city lord here, so headache that he has to send elite soldiers to patrol every day. Even so, violence in the city is still happening every day.

If he had a choice, Tie Fu would never want this decisive battle to be held in Tongwan City, but this matter will never be transferred from his will, not to mention the Golden Wolf Cavalry of East Turkic, but Wu Zun Bixuan personally spoke, the prairie There will never be a nation that dares to refuse.

Of course, there is another advantage, that is, at least in a short period of time, Jieli Khan will not trouble Tong Wancheng. In the previous war between Jieli and Tuli, Tiefu secretly supported Tuli. After Tuli's death, his position Always in an embarrassing situation, this decisive battle at least delayed the revenge from Xieli.

People and animals come and go on the street, there are herdsmen driving sheep, ox carts and camel teams, business travelers from afar, the local residents who are mainly Moji, and nomadic people from all over the world on pilgrimage; different customs and clothing form an exotic atmosphere. Prairie Metropolis.

Because of Emperor Sui Yang's continuous wars, the various ethnic groups outside the Great Wall had fought against the Central Plains for many years, resulting in countless casualties. The ethnic groups outside the Great Wall were extremely unfriendly to the Han people in the Central Plains.

Han people have always been unwelcome here, but for the nomads who originally lived here, this dispute was caused by the Han people, so they all stared at the Han people walking on the street, and even spoke ill of each other, so every day It will cause a lot of fighting.

Wu Feng led the horse into Tongwan City. The ridiculous thing is that most of them came here to watch the decisive battle between Wu Zun and Feng Zun. However, when Wu Feng consciously covered the metal artifacts on his arms and legs, few people around could recognize them. He is one of the protagonists this time.

There is no need to gather your ears. Many people in the surrounding restaurants are discussing the battle that took place in Helenburg yesterday. It is said that there has become a dangerous battlefield with corpses everywhere. To prevent the outbreak of the plague, people from nearby tribes are clearing up the battlefield and burning the corpses. Ashes filled half the sky.

There are different opinions about the origin of this war. Some people say that a big battle between two tribes just broke out there, and some say that there is only one person on one side, and that is Feng Zun who is famous in the prairie recently. This kind of statement immediately caused an uproar.

Obviously, someone deliberately created a topic and buried the truth in the unknown.

Wu Feng happened to be happy and relaxed. He intended to appreciate the exotic atmosphere in the city, so he intentionally slowed down his pace.

The three riders passed by him, and the three of them immediately wore the costumes of Mojie warriors. They were young and vigorous, with good looks, and they had a strong and evil spirit.