Frost Float
Within the territory of Lin State.
"My Lord, the enemy is coming at us with such force and ferocity, it looks like they won't give up until they achieve their goal this time!"
A man held a long sword in front of him and quickly retreated to the side of Pingjiang Hou and said something with a smile, without much tension or panic in his tone.
Pingjiang Hou glanced at him with disdain, waved his hand, and said impatiently:
"Go kill your enemies! This is a battlefield, what's the point of laughing and joking?"
Suddenly, Pingjiang Hou turned his gaze back and looked him up and down. He shook his head, sighed heavily, and said with emotion:
"Fortunately, Shuangfu is not like you."
As soon as these words were spoken.
The man's face flushed red, and he screamed, "Shuang Fu is also like this, Lord Marquis, you are biased!!"
"Go!" Pingjiang Hou raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, shouting, "Kill your enemies and defend our city. We must not retreat in this battle!"
In an instant, Meng Qiyun was blown into the chaos in front of him. He felt dizzy and a chill suddenly ran up his spine.
The iron-black broadsword, shining with a cold light, tore through the whistling wind and chopped down fiercely in the face—!
The strong wind scraped against his face like a knife. Meng Qiyun opened his eyes and saw a huge iron-black knife cutting off a strand of his floating hair and heading straight for his neck!
"Fuck!"
Meng Qiyun was instantly shocked, and his body almost instinctively leaned back.
The iron-black long sword chopped and stabbed into the blood-red sandy ground with a "swish", causing a gust of flying sand and rocks.
Meng Qiyun held a long sword, his face full of fear, but he moved swiftly, rolling and dodging in the blood-red sand.
"clang--!"
When the knives collided, there was a long, violent, crisp sound, sharp and piercing.
The long sword was pressed down little by little by the iron-black sword.
Meng Qiyun clenched his right hand to the extreme, and his entire right arm and half of his shoulder were trembling slightly, feeling numb and painful.
He gritted his teeth, his features grim, and looked up at the big man in front of him with a twisted smile, his tone mocking:
"That's it? You're so big, but you still don't have the energy to fight on the battlefield. Has your Lin country been impoverished and can't afford to eat?"
The big man suddenly flew into a rage, his heart beating violently, and with a roar, he suddenly swung his knife and slashed at him fiercely again -
"Alright! I'm going to chop off your head and roast your flesh!"
The first thing Meng Qiyun said was, "You Lin country is so poor, right?" and "Fuck it!", while he kept blocking with his long sword.
Taking advantage of the big man's rage, he moved fiercely but erratically, jumped up as fast as a monkey, and rushed out for a long distance in one go.
In the back, the big man suddenly realized that he had been tricked by provocation.
But the anger in my heart could not be suppressed, and instead it grew stronger and stronger.
He raised his iron-black broadsword and stomped his feet so hard that the ground shook. He exerted force on his feet and chased in that direction, roaring:
"Kill! Kill them all! I want to see how long you guys can hold on!"
"Yuan Country——
"Everything you eat must be returned to me tenfold or a hundredfold!!!"
In front, Meng Qiyun swung his long sword, cut off two heads, and ran to Pingjiang Hou with tears in his eyes.
"How come you get beaten wherever you go, kid?" Pingjiang Hou looked at him with disdain.
Meng Qiyun screamed in terror, "This is a battlefield, Lord! Do we have to sit down and talk with them if we don't get beaten?!"
Pingjiang Hou slapped him again, knocking him away, and then he raised his sword to meet the black-faced man in front of him.
"Marquis Pingjiang..." The large man brandished his broadsword and grinned at him. "The Yuan Kingdom is completely destitute, yet they're still letting an old man like you go to the battlefield. Are you planning to follow in the footsteps of your old General Wei?"
Upon hearing this, Pingjiang Hou laughed heartily, "Old people and children can conquer the three cities of Lin State, so why do we need young people?"
The big man's face suddenly turned dark and he gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, he sneered, and quickly approached Pingjiang Hou with the iron-black broadsword in his hand, laughing loudly and saying:
"Last time, the Marquis was defeated and he beheaded his son. Now, after this defeat, does he have to chop off his own head to apologize? Hahahaha——"
Pingjiang Hou's expression suddenly changed and became gloomy.
The big man smiled and pursued the enemy: "My Lord, why are you only leading such a small number of troops this time? Even if you kill your own son, you can't get more troops? The crown prince of Yuan Kingdom doesn't think highly of you, My Lord!"
"none of your business!!!"
A long sword with a cold glow suddenly pierced through the darkness.
Meng Qiyun appeared behind the big man at some point. He gritted his teeth, his face ferocious, and raised his long sword in both hands, chopping down at the big man's head fiercely!
"boom!"
In the blood-red and dark night, a violent heat wave suddenly arose, rushing outward rapidly with the big man as the center.
Meng Qiyun and Pingjiang Hou fell face down on the sandy ground, turned their heads and coughed up blood.
Pingjiang Hou quickly stood up with his knife in hand.
Meng Qiyun wailed "Ouch, ouch" and jumped up with nimble movements.
"My Lord, how are we going to fight this..." Meng Qiyun turned around and looked around with a sad face.
They didn't give us any new magical instruments...
Although Meng Qiyun complained about this, he did not say it out loud at this time.
The earth shook in the darkness, and the flashes of swords and sabers continued.
Amidst the roars and the loud noises of weapons clashing, countless people collided with each other, fell down, or collided again.
Pingjiang Hou loosened his grip, then tightened his grip on the sword. Without even turning his head, he said in a deep voice, "Fight! Kill! Shuangfu is leading his troops on the way!"
"By the time she arrives, I'll be dead..."
Meng Qiyun shed tears, but still held the knife tightly in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the tall figure in the center of the heat wave in front of him, not daring to look away for a moment.
"Even if it's cold, build a high wall with bones to stop these people from coming and killing Frost Float!!!"
Pingjiang Hou shouted sternly.
"Yes..." Meng Qiyun stared and cried loudly.
Pingjiang Hou frowned and shouted, "Louder!"
"yes!!!"
Meng Qiyun straightened his back, tears streaming down his face, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "Kill the enemy!!!"
“Kill the enemy!!!”
In the blood and darkness, huge roars suddenly erupted in response from all directions, both near and far.
Scattered, thin, but powerful.
The three captured cities were behind them, and not far ahead was Meng Shuangfu with his troops approaching. They had to hold on no matter what.
If they fall, all our efforts will be in vain... Absolutely not!
Absolutely not allowed!!!
Blood splashed on the black night.
The stench and the smell of burning fire quickly intertwined, filling everyone's nose. It was so thick that it almost condensed into substance, and it pounced on everyone's face with a hideous grin.
In the vast sky and earth, the wind came and went freely, but it could not blow away the smell of blood and burning.
Blood boiling.
The roars, the sounds of swords clashing, and the sound of flesh being torn apart in an instant were gradually covered by a layer of gauze, drifting away, and drowned out by the huge tinnitus.
The broadsword tore through the darkness, and the iron-black blade flashed with dazzling cold light. With a loud roar, the iron-black broadsword chopped down fiercely!
Almost in the next moment, the Pingjiang Marquis in front of him was about to be split into two halves!
“My Lord—!!”
Meng Qiyun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he rushed towards that direction regardless of the strong wind.
Behind him.
One after another, the blood-stained long swords suddenly made a sound of breaking through the air.
Countless people roared and cursed, swinging their knives to chop at his back!
"What are you messing around for, you rascal!"
Pingjiang Hou caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye and was so angry that he almost choked.
At worst, he would be the only one to die. This guy could still hold on for a while longer with his men, and could hold out until Shuang Fu arrived. But this guy...
well.
"Ha ha--"
In front, the man brandishing a knife laughed loudly.
"Marquis Pingjiang—today is the day you die!!!"
A cold light flashed across Pingjiang Hou's sharp eyes, and the iron-black broadsword, carrying a thick and cold aura, fiercely chopped down his head.
"My Lord!!!"
Meng Qiyun let out a shrill scream in an instant.
At the same time, a number of long swords with cold light fell on his back.
“Ding—ding ding ding, ding!”
“Crack, crack…”
The iron-black broadsword that hit Pingjiang Hou's head seemed to have hit an invisible barrier. With the sound of metal clashing, the barrier shattered instantly.
From the side and rear, the long sword that was about to fall on Meng Qiyun's back was also blocked for a moment by the invisible barrier. The long swords continued to chop down fiercely with undiminished momentum!
Meng Qiyun looked at the scene in front of him, and a light of joy suddenly lit up in his eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly let out a sharp and extremely shrill scream.
call--
In the scorching heat, a cold wind suddenly blew.
In the wind, in black and red, snowflakes as fine as goose down fall slowly and quickly.
A few white snowflakes fell on the people waving knives in an instant!
At the moment when the flesh was almost cut open!
The sharp swords stopped, and the grinning man and the crowd with ferocious faces froze in their places.
They maintained their original posture and suddenly stopped in place.
brush--
The temperature around dropped sharply, and the smell of blood and burning was weakened.
A figure in white rode the wind and cut through the darkness, flying across the battlefield like a bird. He swung the long sword in his hand, and the immobilized figures were separated from their bodies in an instant.
One after another, the heads with wide-open eyes slammed into the compacted sand almost simultaneously, rolling around.
"clatter."
The graceful figure in white landed steadily on the ground.
She swung the sword in her hand, and a long, ethereal cry suddenly rang out in the dark sky.
A huge bird, mostly white in color, with three ice-blue tail feathers swooped down from the sky.
Like a meteor gliding across the night, the huge mysterious figure shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrinking to the size of an eagle, folding its wings, and landing steadily on the shoulder of the woman in white.
The woman in white turned around and moved among the flashes of swords and sabers like a fish.
Wherever she passed, heads flew and blood splattered everywhere, but her fluttering white dress was not stained at all.
"Frost, frost floating..."
Meng Qiyun stared blankly at the figure in white.
a long time.
Meng Qiyun burst into tears with a "wow" sound, tears streaming down his face, and ran towards the figure in white, holding a long knife:
"Frost Floating, Frost Floating—Ah, woooooo—Frost Floating, thank goodness you came, woooooooo—"
In the back, the Marquis of Pingjiang, who had escaped death, was also stunned for a moment. Then, he raised his long sword and shouted with full energy:
"Reinforcements have arrived—"
"Soldiers of Yuan Nation, follow me and kill the enemy together!!!"
One call and a hundred responses.
The roar shook the earth in an instant.
Pingjiang Hou turned the long sword in his hand, laughed loudly, and buried his head in killing the enemy.
He is old now, and not as impulsive as that brat. Only after killing all the enemies can we reunite soon!
Frost Float is here, Lord Bei Ling is here, the advantage is mine—
This battle will definitely be a victory.
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