In the Snow: People in Beiliang, Overwhelming People with Power

Since someone entered the city illegally, it's time to launch the command arrow to notify the martial slaves in the inner city to take action!

Following the launch of a command arrow, the twelve martial slaves standing quietly under the inner city wall opened their eyes in unison.

These twelve martial slaves were all top martial arts masters who came to Wudi City to challenge Wang Xianzhi on the condition of the loser as a slave.

Among them are four swordsmen, three swordsmen, one spear master, two boxing masters, one luthier, and one chess player!

They were already close to first-rank masters back then, and now they have been observing Wang Xianzhi's east sea tide for more than ten years under the inner city of Emperor Wu City, and they should have gained a lot.

It's just that they haven't shot for a long time.

Therefore, the natives who lived in Emperor Wudi City speculated that some of these 12 people should already be great masters of that level.

There are at least these 12 people. No one in Emperor Wudi City would dare to commit crimes on weekdays.

But now, when they saw the commanding arrow that was launched into the sky for the first time, the four swordsmen, three swordsmen, two boxing masters, and spear masters among the 12 people all had eagerness in their eyes.

The ten of them have been silent for too long, so long that their bones are almost rusted.

Now that some people finally dare to ignore the ban of Emperor Wu City, they would like to solve it by themselves.

After all, there are more wolves and less meat.

This only chance to make a move cannot be easily made.

The eyes of the ten people looked at each other in the air, and sparks flickered.

In the end, it was the luthier who plucked the strings in his hand to attract everyone's attention, and then said:

"Masters, if you don't decide who will take action soon, this kid will enter the inner city.

If you disturb the master at that time, then you and I will not even be able to be martial slaves.

How about you go together. "

Hearing the luthier's words, disdain flashed in the eyes of all ten people.

Go together?

To deal with a young master who doesn't seem to have practiced martial arts for a few years?

Anyway, they were once masters of the rivers and lakes, and they also want face.

So what if the luthier is the first among them to reach the Finger Profound Realm?

When life and death are really fought, it is not certain who lives and who dies!

But soon their expressions changed slightly.

Because they found that the luthier was right, they might find it difficult to stop that young master along the way.

At this time, there was an inexplicable tremor on the peaceful main road of Emperor Wu City, and this tremor seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of horseshoes stomping heavily on everyone's hearts, making everyone's heartbeats suffocate.

Then, under the horrified eyes of the city gate guards, countless cavalrymen on white horses filed in along the gate of the city outside Emperor Wu's city.

This time, it wasn't just one person who ignored the Emperor Wu City's ban, but countless people!

The city gate guard who fell to the side with the spear in his hand clanged, was beyond shocked by the scene in front of him.

If it wasn't for this group of cavalry not wearing armor, he would have thought that Li Yang had finally made up his mind to conquer this lonely city by the sea.

But judging from the appearance and skin color of these cavalrymen and the knives on their waists, these cavalrymen should be from the north.

And there seems to be only one place in the north of Liyang Dynasty that can have such cavalry!

An answer is ready to come out in everyone's mind-Beiliang iron cavalry!

It turned out to be an iron cavalry from Beiliang!

The sound of horseshoes in Beiliang actually resounded in Wudi City in the East China Sea!

At this moment, everyone felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

Beiliang is far away from the East China Sea.

Would the Liyang Dynasty allow Wang Junwu of a different surname to enter so deeply?

It's just weird.

More importantly, they heard that Xu Xiao, the king of Beiliang, was lame, but the son who led the horse and passed by just now didn't look like a lame at all.

So this person should be Xu Fengnian, the eldest son of King Beiliang?

Right.

Only His Royal Highness, who is so arrogant and domineering that even the people of Wudi City in the East China Sea have heard of him, would do such a bold thing!

But with so many Beiliang iron cavalry riding in together, can the twelve martial slaves really stop them?

At the same time that this question appeared in everyone's mind, ten martial slaves had already lined up to block Xu Fengnian's only way.

Seeing His Royal Highness the Prince of Beiliang who rode first and the white wave following behind him, the ten martial slaves felt a little uneasy.

That man, Tu Xuxiao, had already told Jiang Hu a truth with soldiers and horses, that is, no matter how powerful a warrior is, it would be difficult for him to fight against an established army by himself.

Therefore, the ten of them could not stop the cavalry who were rushing towards the inner city like a torrent.

But although they couldn't stop those menacing Beiliang cavalry, they could stop His Highness the Prince of Beiliang!

As long as Xu Fengnian is in hand, it is expected that these Northern Liang iron cavalry will not dare to do anything wrong!

Therefore, the only gun master among the ten people flicked his wrist and lifted the long spear made of fine steel in his hand, then took a step back slightly, leaned back, stretched his waist, and the long spear in his hand fell like a white rainbow on Xu Fengnian's only way.

The spear that was inserted deep into the ground immediately startled the passing horse, raised its front hooves high and neighed.

But how can the war horses carefully bred in the excellent racecourses in Beiliang be ordinary things?

Courage is always the first step in selecting a horse!

Otherwise, the hail of guns and arrows in the battlefield would have frightened the courage of the horses, so why kill the enemy immediately?

So after the initial instinctive fright, the white horse raised its hooves and accelerated again, and rushed straight towards the Wu slaves standing in a row!

Seeing this scene, the faces of the two boxing masters were ridiculed, and they even had the time to taunt:

"Qiang Yi, it seems that you can't do it. You can't even scare a small horse. What's the use of this iron rod?"

The spear master known as Gun One let out a cold snort, and made a claw move towards the long spear on the ground, and the long spear returned to his hand like an arrow from the string, which was even faster than when the horse started The speed is even faster by three points!

Gun Yi, holding the fine steel spear again, looked at the two boxing masters with cold eyes and said:

"Then I want to see how long your fists can block him?"

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Chapter 270 Deng Tai'a leads a donkey into the city to pay back!

After Beiliang's iron cavalry had all entered the city, an old donkey outside the city gate was kicking its hooves weakly, and slowly entered the city under the guidance of a middle-aged man who was carrying a branch of peach blossoms that he didn't know where to pick.

It is strange to say that this middle-aged man is not outstanding, but he still wants to carry a peach blossom branch, and there is an unreal smile on the corner of his mouth.

What's more, the book boy who was riding upside down on a donkey pretended to be a young master and called the middle-aged man a master.

It's so weird.

Which book boy dares to let his master lead the rope?

And let my master carry the suitcase and bookcase that should be carried by the book boy?

Isn't this an outrageous act?

This is probably some kind of son who is bored and purposely pretends to be a book boy to have fun!

Those city gate guards who were shocked by the Beiliang iron cavalry saw this strange scene as soon as they came back to their senses.

To be honest, when they saw the middle-aged man dressed up, the first thought that flashed in their hearts was that this man was the legendary Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a?

But in the next second, everyone denied their guesses, and regarded this middle-aged man as an imitator of Deng Tai'a.

After all, which sword fairy is not romantic?

How could the new generation of sword god Deng Tai'a be so down and out?

The sword god in their minds should be the kind of character who faces the wind and the flowers bloom.

Wearing a green shirt, with a sword hanging from his waist, he can capture the hearts of thousands of girls with a light smile.

Only in this way can he be called a sword god.

And this unattractive middle-aged man doesn't look like the new sword god at all except for his old donkey and peach blossoms.

How could such a person be the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, who was only inferior to their Emperor Wucheng Wudi Wang Xianzhi?

So everyone just stopped their eyes for a while and then put all their thoughts on the border between the outer city and the inner city.

That's where it's called wonderful.

The collision between the Beiliang iron cavalry and the Wu slave must have been very fierce, and I wonder if they will be lucky enough to see their own city lord make a move this time, recreating the famous scene of making the water of the East China Sea fall upside down?

The guards at the city gate ignored them, but the boy dressed as a book boy vomited bitterly to the middle-aged man beside him:

"Master, you are really too, aren't you the sword god?

Why, no one came out to welcome you, Master, in Emperor Wudi City?

This matter is too embarrassing, when the news gets out, where will you save your face, master? "

The middle-aged man who gently twirled the peach blossom branch in his hand with his fingers looked back at the young man's wrinkled bitter gourd face, and said with a smile:

"Face? Isn't that stuff always on your face?"

Seeing that his master deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, the young man folded his arms and pretended to be angry and said loudly:

"Master! You are a master, a master, a master!

No pomp at all!

Look at this old man Wang, he not only owns a city, but also has the twelve slaves of Lao Shizi to deal with cats and dogs for him.

And sir, you only have an old donkey..."

As he spoke, the boy who looked like a book boy was actually a sword boy seemed about to cry.

The middle-aged man chuckled, he was already used to the manner of the sword boy Sanlu.

"Sanlu, I don't practice swords for the sake of ostentation."

The sword boy known as Sanlu suddenly turned from crying to laughing, grinned and said:

"Of course, the master only practices swords to kill people.

If you want me to say that Master's sword is the most powerful murderous sword in the whole world!

Even if the old man Wang came here, he could not escape death! "

Hearing the praise from his own sword boy, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and said:

"I can't kill him. This old man Wang has been in Wudi City for so many years. If he doesn't want to die, he really can't die."

Sword boy Sanlu rolled his eyes and said:

"If this old man Wang is really so powerful, how dare that guy rush into the city so recklessly just now?

Are you really afraid that old man Wang will throw him into the East China Sea to feed the fish when he gets angry?

Oh, let alone old man Wang, those ten martial slaves who are close to the first-rank realm are enough for him to drink a pot.

Maybe he will be thrown into the East China Sea to feed the fish later.

But this guy's strength doesn't look very good, and the ostentation is too big. There are so many cavalrymen, I'm afraid his status is amazing.

Sir, do you know this guy? "

The middle-aged man with the suitcase and bookcase on his back squinted his eyes, looking at the prince of Beiliang who looked like an old friend in the distance, his eyes had the color of nostalgia.

In the past, it has been many years.

The middle-aged man with a dazed expression replied softly:

"know.

This guy can be regarded as my distant relative.

If it is calculated according to seniority, he would have to call me uncle when he sees me. "