Chapter 961: The Old Case in White Clothes Is Settled, I Don’t Like Red Makeup, I Like Dragon Robes

The sun sets in the west, and the desert becomes windy and sandy.

The old monk in black looked at the young man in front of him who looked like a prodigal, holding a beautiful woman in a red skirt. This was the son of his old friend, and he was also the one who wanted to take his life.

"Calling everyone here, don't try to escape. He can get here from Beimang, and no one can escape."

"Either he dies today or we die."

Yang Taisui's voice fell, Zhao Kai decisively sent out a signal, and a rainbow light flew into the sky and exploded. In the sky near dusk, the dazzling colorful light signal can be seen for hundreds of miles.

There were sounds of hoofbeats from both sides. Tai'an City was extremely well prepared for the secret alliance with the Western Regions. It sent out many troops to pretend to be caravans and distributed them around Zhao Kai and others. After the signal was sent, at most two moments In a few minutes, they will all be there.

"You won't retreat until you fight to the death! But even two thousand iron armors can't stop me!"

Xu Xin said calmly, Zhao Kai and his group felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, but no one retreated and ran away, because before they came to the Western Regions this time, they knew that this trip would lead to a near-death escape.

And what Yang Taisui said is very correct. Facing a peerless master like Xu Xin, running away is waiting to be defeated one by one and killed, unless Xu Xin is only planning to kill a small number of them and the leader, who runs away like that, It's possible to survive.

Wave after wave of armored cavalry came from all directions, each gathering around Xu Xin, Zhao Kai and others, increasing their horse speed. At the same time, more than a thousand cavalry were also preparing, ready to fight to the death, and even wanted to Counterattack and kill Xu Xin.

In the human world of "In the Snow", although history books often boast that a fierce general who charges into battle is the enemy of ten thousand people, before Xu Xin, there was no such thing as a true man who could defeat an army of ten thousand head-on.

The masters of the three religions can enlarge their forces to attack the army, but they will basically not rush into the frontal battlefield. The top warriors can move freely among the thousands of troops, but they are also worried that if they go too deep, they will be entangled by the masters of the same level, and then be trapped in a tight siege and die. of frustration.

However, although the achievement of a top martial artist who can defeat a thousand enemies is rare, there are still some people who can achieve it, whether in the world or in the temple.

When the Xu family opened Western Shu for the emperor, except for the Western Shu king and a large number of officials who swore to guard the country's gates, they would rather die than submit to Li Yang, and would rather die than escape from the imperial city. Furthermore, the Sword Emperor, who was a member of the Western Shu clan, guarded the city gates with his sword.

However, the Sword Emperor of Xishu was not good at breathing, so he only fought with one force, which first weakened and then exhausted, and was finally crushed to death by Beiliang's cavalry.

In that battle, the Sword Emperor of Xishu killed 800 Beiliang Jingqi within three sticks of incense, but failed to withstand the charge of thousands of troops and was trampled to death by the hoofs of the remaining cavalry after the 800 people. It's also tragic.

The long wars in the spring and Autumn period have given military soldiers a lot of practical experience in fighting against the top masters in the world. They must consume their opponents alive before their own morale collapses, without giving them a chance to breathe.

These valuable experiences accumulated with corpses and lives are continuously passed down by old soldiers to new soldiers, from generation to generation. The cavalry escorting Zhao Kai were all the elites of the royal family. Many of them were veterans who had participated in the unjust wars of the Spring and Autumn Period. They naturally knew how to kill top warriors with their lives.

Beside Yang Taisui is Zhao Kai, and on the other side of Zhao Kai is a Tantric female Bodhisattva in a snow-white cassock with one hand forming a seal on her chest and the other making a flat support for a bottle.

The yellow sand swirled and condensed crazily a few feet above the palm of the hand, gathering into a tower and slowly forming a whirlpool of stars.

Zhao Kai has his second master and the Tantric female Bodhisattva beside him, as well as four first-level masters who are also accumulating skills. These all give him some courage.

He was somewhat courageous. He stood up with a tight grip on his riding whip and took a deep breath. The strong riding whip in his hand suddenly broke apart. The prince who had already entered the royal family spoke in a low voice.

"Am I going to die here?"

His voice suddenly changed from deep to sharp.

"How could I die here!"

"kill him!!!"

The broken riding whip in his hand was thrown straight at Xu Xin's position, and then he personally led more than two hundred soldiers to charge. Six masters, including Yang Taisui and the female Bodhisattva, rushed forward together. The more than a thousand cavalry also joined forces to charge at the same time. They want to fight their way out.

"A flying fox shakes a tree! Your courage is commendable!"

Xu Xin calmly gave an eight-character evaluation to the more than 1,900 people, and then came among them in an instant. The burst of air waves overwhelmed the cavalry of thousands of troops, and destroyed their fighting spirit in an instant.

The four first-level masters and the female Bodhisattva also flew out, leaving only Zhao Kai and Yang Taisui in place with Xu Xin holding their shoulders one by one.

"Return to the clan!"

The sickly old monk in black looked at the hand on his shoulder, smiled and said two words. One hand stands upright on the chest, one sleeve is rolled up, and the big sleeve is rolled up like a bulging bag.

"Knock on the fingers and ask for immortality!"

He pointed a finger between Xu Xin's eyebrows on his sleeve, and this was also the last finger he used.

Tao is not exclusive to Taoism. The three religions have been struggling to find their own Tao.

Yang Taisui grew up in the theory of scribes' manipulation of power and power. He also entered Buddhism and hoped to be the head of the Buddha. In the past, he stepped on the demon-slaying platform and was also a seeker of the Tao.

It was probably the end of my life, but I had opened up a lot. With this last finger, I felt like asking questions again.

"Yang Taisui, although you have shaved your hair and put on a cassock, you are still a Legalist at heart. Your skills in vertical and horizontal manipulation are far behind those of the holy monk Nagarjuna."

Xu Xin's palm grasped Yang Taisui's finger and penetrated his chest. Looking at the old monk in black clothes stained with blood, he just shook his head and commented calmly.

Yang Taisui smiled casually and said: "It is true that the poor monk cannot become a Buddha and achieve the fruit of Bodhisattva. However, after all, he has been a loyal minister of the Zhao family in Liyang for his whole life. In the end, he will not be able to protect himself!"

"Baizhang Mercy!"

The old monk in black stomped on the ground, and the jade button on his chest was shattered. The thick black cassock spread out like a black cloud, like a canopy rising from the ground.

Ancient books once said that there were immortals planting treasure trees in Zhongnan Mountain, which towered hundreds of feet into the clouds and had no branches or leaves.

This was supposed to be one of Yang Taisui's secret tricks to resist the catastrophe after he turned a hundred years old.

Among all the top-notch romantics in the world, each one has a great opportunity and a unique ability to win.

The cassock, which was no more than ten feet long and wide, lifted into the sky, and was enveloped in hundreds of feet of billowing black clouds, before finally falling precariously.

Yang Taisui's seven orifices were bleeding slowly. This imperial master of the two dynasties and Xu Xiao's friend finally died before Xu Xiao, the king of Northern Liang. And his death represents the beginning of the liquidation of the Beijing White Clothes Case.

"Xu Longxiang, do you really dare to kill me? Are Beiliang really going to rebel?"

Zhao Kai looked at Xu Xin in front of him. Even though the latter had already said that he wanted to rebel, he still couldn't help but ask such words, probably because he was afraid of death!

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now. If you want to live, just walk to Dunhuang City alone, and don't even think about escaping!"

Xu Xin hit Zhao Kai on the lower abdomen, and the latter fell to the ground, losing all his cultivation.

After Xu Xin finished doing this, he left the disheveled Zhao Kai behind, then took the red musk deer with him, turned into a rainbow, and rushed to Dunhuang City first.

It was evening when we arrived at Dunhuang City, so Xu Xin went to take a bath first. When he was feeling comfortable in the bath, he smelled a familiar fragrance, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a red musk deer approaching.

Tonight, she was not wearing red makeup, but... she was wearing a golden dragon robe.

Under the yellow robe, there is a scene of nothingness!