The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

One hundred thousand iron hooves rolled towards Ling Fengxiao.

He is dressed in bright red, which is especially conspicuous on the yellow sand wasteland. It also contrasts strongly with the torrent of black cavalry, like a bloody setting sun in the sky.

However, a person's stature is small.

Lin Shu could hear the sound of horns from the Beixia cavalry, and the entire forward troop stepped towards Ling Fengxiao.

The cultivator has sharp eyes and ears, and he even saw a slightly cruel smile on the face of some cavalry in front of him.

Also.

The so-called one husband guards the gate, ten thousand husbands can't open it, is just a legend that cannot be realized.A person who cultivates immortals, no matter how advanced his cultivation is, will be defeated with two fists and four hands. The day when his cultivation is exhausted is the time when he is defeated and under the control of others.

At this moment, I am afraid that the generals and cavalry of Beixia are also full of disdain and ridicule.

Maybe they are thinking, this Nanxia's Highness Fengyang heard that her cultivation is really advanced, but unfortunately her brain is broken, and she wants to come here to be a car with her arms - no matter how peerless her cultivation, no matter how beautiful her face is, after today, They will also be turned into mud and dust under the iron hoof, and the bones will be difficult to recover.

Lin Shu silently watched them step towards Ling Fengxiao with such an expression, and even thought about what Xiao Xuan's expression was like at this moment.

Getting closer and closer.

A thousand feet, a hundred feet, ten feet, five feet.

He heard the old general next to him sigh bitterly, anxious and heartbroken.

Five feet, four feet, three feet.

At the time of life and death, thunder suddenly struck the ground!

A wisp of blood, like falling flowers, rose from Ling Fengxiao's body.It is also at this moment that the world is silent.

There seems to be some kind of change in the world, but no one can detect what happened. Only intuition drives the frontmost cavalry to rein in their horses suddenly. No small commotion.

The cavalry looked at each other, wondering where the strange feeling came from.Fortunately, the general reacted immediately. The next moment, the horn sounded to indicate "charge", and the cavalrymen clamped their legs into the horse's belly at the same time, and shot forward like arrows off the string.

In the wind, a strand of Ling Fengxiao's forehead was blown, and it brushed across his face. Facing the torrent of black cavalry that seemed to be falling from the nine heavens, he didn't make any extra movements, but slowly, slowly moved the saber Pulled out.

Ashamed of the knife, the blade is also pitch black, not only dull and dull, but also like a black hole, which can swallow all the light in this world.

The moment the blade was completely out of the sheath, all ghosts cried together!

Lin Shu knew that when wars were turbulent in ancient times, some people came up with the idea of ​​"besieged from all sides" and sent people to sing songs of nostalgia in their local accents in the enemy's camp. The enemy soldiers had been away from home for a long time and heard this song I couldn't help tears staining my clothes, and I couldn't restrain my grief. Since then, my morale has declined.

The rumors of homesickness can make thousands of soldiers cry with sympathy, so what about the resentment and crying that were born from the hearts of everyone in the world?

In troubled times, life is like a duckweed, who hasn't resented it?

Lin Shu saw that even the soldiers on Nanxia's side were controlled by the wailing voices of thousands of ghosts, and their eyes were dazed—not to mention the soldiers and horses of Beixia who were directly affected by the voices.

Even those fat, strong, muscular horses showed anxiety, snorted and flicked their tails, and their fist-sized eyeballs were bloodshot.

Maybe it's not eating well, or being abused by the owner?Lin Shu thought to himself.

Or the cavalry needs to be trained every day, and the horses also need to be trained every day. They could have been carefree wild horses in the green mountains and green waters, but because of this horse breed, they were forced to be captured in the military camp. Putting on the dragon head and saddle, it becomes a war horse driven by people, or a cargo horse that pulls a cart and transports baggage.

It can be seen that people have hatred, horses have hatred, and all things in the world, as long as there is a spirit, there is nothing without hatred.

It is also because of this that the power Ling Fengxiao can use will never be exhausted.

The sound of the charging horn was intermittent, and it was difficult to hear the wailing between heaven and earth, but the soldier who played it was not in a good condition, weak, and out of tune, which was extremely unpleasant.

The cavalry who heard the charge command strengthened their spirits, gripped the reins, and drove the horses forward. Beixia's army experienced a second stop, and finally moved again with difficulty—the reason was difficult because most of the horses Not very cooperative.

The next moment, the mutation happened again!

The blood mist rose from the ground and diffused silently. Every person affected by the resentment began to emit traces of bloody or black mist from their feet and even their bodies.When they realized it, they were already in a sea of ​​blood.

This scene was too treacherous and frightening. Some soldiers' legs were already shaking like sieves, and hundreds of horses were frightened by it, and they all went berserk.

No matter what happened, the morale on Beixia's side was almost gone.

However, at any rate, Beixia's army not only consisted of mortal cavalry and ordinary horses, but also wizards with profound cultivation.

I only heard a sound like a bell coming from behind, which was deafening.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Shameless!" said the old wizard, "Is this the style of a gentleman in Nanxia?"

His voice was filled with mana, and it could be heard throughout the battlefield. Ling Fengxiao responded to him, and naturally added mana to his voice, but the special effects were not the same, and his voice was not as loud as that of the old wizard. It was just cold and ethereal. Falling from mid-air.

"Oh?" I just heard him say: "The shamelessness of pretending to be gods and ghosts in this hall, compared to your country turning hundreds of thousands of people into living corpses and attacking our capital at night, so what?"

The old wizard was obviously choked, but he didn't show any weakness. He said, "Where swords and soldiers meet on the battlefield, you will fight bloody battles. What's the point of you playing tricks like this?"

"What's the point?" Ling Fengxiao seemed to sigh: "Your Excellency wants to meet swordsmen, I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient... Offend."

With a sound of "offend", he lightly wiped the blade of "Worthless" with his left hand.

After following him for these years, Wu Shi has gradually gained spirituality. At this moment, following the movements of his fingertips, the blade trembled slightly and made a low humming sound.

Large swaths of black evil spirit rose up in the blood mist, gathered, separated, and condensed again.

The time seems to have only passed half a stick of incense, and it seems that a lifetime has passed.

That black, treacherous and terrifying evil spirit condensed into tens of thousands of densely packed knives in mid-air with the tip pointing down!

Every knife has the appearance of Wugui, with the endless blood and hostility of Wugui.

But any Northern Xia soldier, as long as he raises his head, he will find with trepidation that there is an extremely vicious long knife hanging above his head, which seems to fall straight down the next moment, stabbing himself into pieces two halves.

Except for the cavalry, wizards are not immune, and no matter how superb the wizard is, at this moment, he is suppressed by the powerful evil spirit exuded by Wuwu, and he can't even move his body, let alone sacrifice the magic weapon. Cast a spell.

At this moment, no one said that Ling Fengxiao was pretending to be a ghost and bluffing.

The howling of all ghosts can be an illusion, and the blood fog can also be a blindfold, but the tip of the knife hanging above the head, the intuition between life and death, can never be faked.Everyone knew in their hearts that if Ling Fengxiao wanted to take their names, it would only happen in an instant.

——What kind of cultivation is this?

Looking at their expressions, Lin Shu could imagine that these people had doubts about this world, and even thought, why on earth did I come here?

However, there is no way, the current Little Phoenix is ​​so powerful.

Ling Fengxiao put the knife back into its sheath, and flicked the sleeve of his robe lightly.

A passage was separated between the sea of ​​blood. The bodies of the cavalry and horses were no longer under their own control, and they were forced to go to both sides, forming a wide passage.

At this moment, even the sky was reflected in Yin Hong, Ling Fengxiao dressed in red and walked slowly forward, walking in the surging sea of ​​blood, as if she was a demon crawling out of Shura's ghost prison, or as if she came from a distant land. The king who came from the country, this bloody king.

All in all, this scene will remain in the hearts of everyone present for a long time, becoming an unforgettable memory or a lifelong nightmare.

Especially for Xiao Xuan.

Halfway through, Ling Fengxiao seemed a little impatient and didn't want to go any further.

——Or, he felt that he was a little too far away from Lin Shu now.

I saw him slowly stretching out his hand forward.

The young lady's slender jade fingers grasped in the air.

Xiao Xuan's chariot at the core of Beixia's army rose into the air, rolled a few times in mid-air, and finally landed heavily on the ground in front of Ling Fengxiao.

The people inside did not come out, which seemed to be a kind of silent resistance.

However, silent resistance is only useful when the strength of both sides is equal.

I saw Ling Fengxiao raised his eyebrows lightly, and the sturdy chariot made of brass and ebony slowly fell to one side.

Xiao Xuan and a group of guards scrambled and fell out of the car door.

This man was wearing apricot gold clothes today, Lin Shu looked at him from a distance, and felt like an enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang.

The enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang said to Ling Fengxiao: "Your Highness! Your Highness has something to say!"

Ling Fengxiao: "Yes."

Xiao Xuan: "...Huh?"

Ling Fengxiao said: "To discuss the peace negotiation today?"

Xiao Xuan nodded again and again: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Since there is no objection, Your Highness will order the whole territory of Beixia to surrender."

"Okay, okay..." Xiao Xuan responded in multiple voices at first, and then suddenly became agitated, sensing something was wrong: "...No! We haven't separated yet in the battle of Weichuan..."

Then, he looked around, seeing the dense rain of knives and the trembling soldiers of his own side, he couldn't say the words "the winner has not yet been decided".

However, His Royal Highness still wanted some face, and it would be too shameless to surrender just now—even though he already had no face to speak of.

Xiao Xuan tremblingly said: "This matter... is too important, I am just... the crown prince of the supervisory country, and I have to report to the emperor before I can... make a decision."

"Alright." To everyone's surprise, Ling Fengxiao's attitude was actually very gentle.

Xiao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then please His Highness the Crown Prince go back with me, let's be a guest for a few days." Ling Fengxiao said lightly.

Xiao Xuan: "..."

Lin Shu wanted to laugh a little.

Facts have proved that both Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Xuan are equally weak and helpless in front of Ling Fengxiao.

He continued to look at Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan looked at his guards.

The guard's expression faded.

Xiao Xuan looked at his general.

The general was helpless.

Xiao Xuan looked at his hundreds of thousands of troops.

The army did not dare to show its atmosphere.

Xiao Xuan could only turn to look at Ling Fengxiao.

Ling Fengxiao turned around lightly, her red clothes fluttering.

Xiao Xuan followed helplessly, desperately and dejectedly, raising his head to glance at Ling Fengxiao's back from time to time.

The guards looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally chose to stay where they were, abandoning His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Ling Fengxiao led a half-dead Prince Beixia and walked towards Nanxia.

Nan Xia also didn't dare to show her air.

As they got closer, Lin Shu saw Xiao Xuan asking Ling Fengxiao eagerly: "Your Highness, Your Highness Beauty, have we met somewhere?"

His Highness turned around and smiled sweetly: "Your Highness, you might as well think about it carefully."

The author has something to say: Xiao Xuan: Fuck me.