Chapter 197

The fight is still the same.

Yin Xiaoyun turned his head above the city and looked at the angry old man coldly. He said, "Mr. Fei, I respect you and call you Mr. Fei. But Mr. Fei has been in the imperial capital for many years, and he has been a servant of Imperial Academy for ten years. His students and disciples are all over the world. He should know a truth very well."

"You can eat more food or even eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk more, let alone talk nonsense!"

"Although Yin Xiaoyun was born in Haichao Pavilion, he has been the governor of Fenglei pass for more than ten years. This Fenglei pass is the important place of the imperial court, and it is also the place of Nanguan in the Central Plains. It is duty bound to keep the land and take up the duties. "

Yin Xiaoyun took a step forward and continued: "if you remember correctly, Mr. Fei has already gone home. Now he doesn't hold the post of sacrificial wine in the Imperial College. It's just ordinary people. Why do I have to put 800 unidentified and well-trained armour into Fenglei pass with your words? "

"Ten thousand steps back, you Fei Zhong didn't retire from the Imperial College, but he was just a five grade official. Why should I be subject to you?"

Yin Xiaoyun is aggressive.

The old man, who was called Fei Zhong, turned pale at last, but his face was full of gloom. He said in a cold voice, "well, you Yin Xiaoyun, don't you know the reason in your heart? In this case, don't blame me for being merciless. If Haichao Pavilion is damaged in the future, don't blame the court for not showing solicitude. "

Who is Fei Zhong? I'm afraid the ordinary people have never heard of it. However, most of the officials in the imperial court, especially those who were officials in the imperial capital, knew this person very well, even with awe.

In his early years, he was born as a poor scholar. He once held official posts in many places, and eventually he was promoted to the imperial capital, where he became a scholar of Imperial Academy. Since then, he has been holding the position of sacrificial wine in Guozijian for several decades. Nowadays, many officials who once studied in Guozijian have to call him Mr. Yisheng. Another awe inspiring identity is that he is the favorite disciple of sun Lushan, the national master. He also uses Confucianism and Taoism into martial arts and achieves the cultivation of shangjiujing.

The chess game of Fenglei pass was arranged by Fei Zhong.

For example, a few days ago, he played a game of chess with Yu Huancheng, an old man by the sea. It seems that he lost a small game and died of Xiao Ping, a flower picker in the realm of a great master. However, he actually planted the root of the disaster, and sent the unknown patriarchal government to Su Chunsheng's side, striving to wipe out Su Chunsheng and the disorderly officials and thieves who dare to support Su Chunsheng.

In addition to the five masters in the northern part of the city, they also mobilized the elite Koi masters in the surrounding cities to encircle Su Chunsheng. The eight hundred silver caravans at the head of fengleiguan city are also a backhand. In order to cut off Su Chunsheng's retreat, they also want to frighten the other swaying people in the city.

It's a pity that the plot is blocked by Yin Xiaoyun.

Yin Xiaoyun looked at the grim old scholar, sneering, and then calmly said, "then you can try, who has the final say to this storm?"

Fei Zhong's face was even more ugly, and he wanted to open his mouth to reprimand. But he finally swallowed back his words, and drew back two steps. He nodded his head. "Well, well, when I'm going north, I must give a good reference to Yin's adult. When you see it, then who has the final say?"

Yin Xiaoyun didn't bother to pay attention to this calculating old man. He just turned his head to look out of the city and said slowly, "if you can leave alive or not, I've never counseled you to join me. I'd like to see if you scholars, who are writing to kill people, can bring me down."

Fei Zhong narrowed his eyes and said, "are you going to kill me to prevent future trouble?"

Yin Xiaoyun shook his head and said, "of course I won't kill you. After all, you and I have no grudge. Besides, it's too much trouble to kill a Guozijian to offer wine. Our Haichao Pavilion is still Haichao Pavilion. We don't take part in the struggle, we just want to defend our country. "

"But don't worry, most of the Su family won't let you go. People, most of them like to be smart, especially you, who are old and think highly of yourself. I think the world belongs to my own intelligence, but I never want to believe that the waves behind the river push the waves ahead. "

Fei Zhong was silent and stood on the top of the city for a long time. Then he slowly turned around and left the top of the city.

Under the city, the interception is near the end.

There was scarlet blood all over the place, and the corpses were scattered, crying and wailing.

There are nearly 800 Silver caravan riders. Now there are only dozens of them. They are trapped in the middle of the city. The horses have long disappeared. These ten people just gather together with their swords. Around them are the fengleiguan city guards.

However, the original number of as many as a thousand city guards were also seriously damaged in this fight. Most of them died on the spot, and the rest were less than 300.

Obviously, this is a death battle that no one has ever retreated, and it is also doomed to heavy casualties.

Covered with blood, Zhang Xiaosong changed his horse and drove around. He was still bleeding on the sword in his hand. His whole body was dyed red by scarlet blood. There were enemies and his own.

Zhang Xiaosong, with a long sword, looks down at dozens of men who are still struggling. In the middle is Lu Biao, a fat general with incomparable fatness. However, Lu Biao at the moment is extremely miserable, covered with blood. No one knows who has made a terrible cut on his cheek, and his blood is constantly flowing down.

"How's it going? Dead fat pig, can I still stop you and dare to stop you! "

Gao Songtao motioned to the red eyed warriors around him not to rush to fight. Instead, he said darkly, "how dare you fight with 800 light riders? Do you really think I'm a soft eater? "

Lu Biao, who was protected in the center by only a few Jia Shi, turned pale, covered his injured cheek and shook his head miserably: "it's impossible, it shouldn't be like this! Mr. Fei has already said that Mr. Fei is the Imperial College's sacrificial wine, but the master's favorite student! How could that be? "

Zhang Xiaosong looked up at the city and then grinned grimly: "who are you talking about? I'm not interested in knowing, but the military orders are like mountains. If you're a good centurion and don't do it, you should collude with the unidentified people to attack the storm and thunder pass. You should be punished."

Lu Biao shook his head, sobbed and screamed: "it's not like this. It shouldn't be like this. Mr. Fei? Mr. Fei, where are you? "

The fat man turned to look at the city, but unfortunately he could not see the figure of the old man.

On the top of the city, only Yin Xiaoyun stood alone, looking at this side calmly.

Zhang Xiaosong didn't want to be polite any more. He sneered, "come on, kill these bandits."

Around them, those red eyed Jia Shi swarmed up without hesitation and directly killed the few remaining people in the center.

In this war, there were heavy casualties. A lot of Jias who were still playing and laughing not long ago were separated from each other by Yin and Yang, and most of the few remaining taxi soldiers were completely red eyed, so they started without mercy.

Zhang Xiaosong breathed out a breath and looked up at the city again.

At first, Zhang Xiaosong did not know that the war would be so fierce. Just before the formation, the governor of Fenglei pass just told Zhang Xiaosong that no one could enter Fenglei pass without his own order. There was nothing else to say.

After hearing the news in the north of the city, Zhang Xiaosong guessed some clues. After seeing the appearance of these elite Qingqi in silver armour, he probably guessed what these people came here for. Zhang Xiaosong looked up at the city several times before the war, but the man in the city never spoke, so Zhang Xiaosong knew what to do.

Above the city, the old scholar Fei Zhong strode away.

Yin Xiaoyun looked down at Zhang Xiaosong, grinning and holding out his thumb.

Zhang Xiaosong reddened his eyes and nodded heavily.

North of the city.

In front of the towering city building, there are a lot of elite Jiashi and Koi masters in black robes. They rush to Su Chunsheng.

Seeing this scene, Gao Songtao didn't bother to be polite any more. He directly pushed the air engine up and rushed into the koi masters on the top of the city.

Boom!

A sword burst, and four or five Koi masters were killed on the spot. The rest of the koi masters were startled, but it was a pity that Gao Songtao didn't stay at all, so he broke into the crowd and killed all over the place.

Under the tower, Yu Huancheng, an old man with a long sword, stood at the gate of the urn without hesitation and stopped the flow of elite Jiashi.

Taotie sword out, issued a shrill sound, killing opportunities.

"There is an old man standing in the way. Let's see who can go out!"

Yu Huancheng gave a big drink, and his momentum soared.

Su Chunsheng, on the other hand, flashed up and pulled up Lei baohu, who had been smashed into the ground, and then threw him to the ground again.

There was a roar.

Who would have thought that the great master of sabre art, who was still furious and raving not long ago, was just like this.

Lei baohu, the great master of sabre art, was very angry. He staggered up and said, "Su Chunsheng, do you really think you are invincible? It's a big deal

Said, that Lei baohu also raised the big knife, the square inch thunder again inch superposition.

It's a pity that Su Chunsheng said calmly, "you're not qualified yet."

The next moment, the body came in a flash.

Hold the Chixiao sword, and chop it down with one sword.

The big knife, which was clutched in Lei baohu's hand, was directly split by a sword.

Lei baohu was stunned.

Before he had time to react, Su Chunsheng flashed again. In the blink of an eye, he had already pressed Lei baohu's head and smashed it down. He said, "it's easy to kill you."

Bang!

Su Chunsheng, the famous master of sabre art in the Jianghu, just pulled his head and smashed it into the ground with blood.