Five or six miles away from Dangshan Town, he heard the shouts of mountains and earth shattering in front of him. Everyone looked at each other inexplicably. For safety reasons, the forefront responsible for opening the road consciously lowered his speed of travel. He heard the sudden sound of hooves, and a spy ran out and headed straight into Dangshan Town.

After a while, he rushed back and came to a majestic man wearing a yellow robe. He rolled down from his saddle three feet away, knelt on one knee, and reported loudly: "Your Majesty, there are people from Jianghu fighting on the street in Dangshan Town! The sword energy soared into the sky, and the viewers were blocked and difficult to pass."

A fierce general with a red face behind the prince snorted coldly, clasped his fists and said, "Prince, the foolish people are ignorant, openly violated the ban and invited fight privately, ignoring our Ming law. Let's wait until the end of the day to drive them away and open the way for the prince."

The prince was about thirty years old, with a curly face and a tall and strong figure. He was not angry and powerful when he looked around. Although he was not wearing armor, he also exuded a brave and brave temperament. He was definitely not the kind of cowardly who was immersed in the beauty of wine. He hung a bow and arrow and a long sword next to his saddle. He only looked at the wear of the paint layer on the surface, and should be used at all times. He did not comment on his subordinate's request, and turned his head to a monk on his right hand and smiled: "Daoyan, what do you think?"

The monk looked strange and long, with long eyes and a pale face, about fifty years old. He was wearing a black monk's robe, as if he was sick, exuding the murderous aura that was rare in Buddhists. He said lightly: "The Yuan Dynasty has not been destroyed, the world has not yet settled, and the folk martial arts style is prevalent. Besides, the prince had an idea in his mind, just do it. If he knew his thoughts, he would not invade evil spirits."

The prince laughed: "Those who know me are Daoyan!" He paused and said: "Zhang Yu, go and call the national master of the bird and let him see how handsome my Ming heroes are!"

In the midst of the crowd, suddenly, the sound of hooves and thunder were heard. Dozens of cavalry rushed into the long street. The sword armor was shiny and the battle flag was flying, and a cold murderous aura of charge was brought in. The people did not dare to stop the Ming army horses, and they walked away with them. The noisy sounds from far and near seemed to be poured into a basin of cold water, quickly calmed down. Among the cavalry sanitation, the king's eyes were like lightning and excited. He looked like a guide to the country and the country. Beside him was a Hu monk, wearing a five-Ming Buddha crown, fluttering horse tassels, gray eyebrows, dark skin, and a primitive and quaint round drum behind him, with a drumstick inserted between his waist, and a cold face. Behind them were the Taoist monk and a Mongolian man. Behind them were Zhang Yu and other powerful generals and soldiers.

As the Ming army's elite cavalry approached, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Everyone was confused and looked at each other. Taoist Master Tianxuan frowned slightly and said loudly: "I am Tianxuan, the head of Hengshan Sword Sect. I wonder which general passed by. Can you stop the passage for a while and wait for the competition to end? I wish you forgive me if you offend me."

The prince waved his hand, and the cavalry stood up together regardless of the front, back, left and right. It was as moving as wind and fire, as quiet as mountains, showing extremely powerful combat power. The prince laughed and said, "So it is Taoist Master Tianxuan! Please relax. I am here just to open my eyes and not break the rules of the martial arts world." Seeing the sword light and lightning in the middle of the venue, the figure flew up and jumped, and couldn't help but nodded, "Gan Mathshu National Master. Look at the martial arts of these two people? You can still get into the eyes of the national master, right?"

It turned out that this prince was Zhu Yuanzhang's fourth son, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, and his wife, Xu Da. In the 13th year of Hongwu, he was ordered to guard Beiping and was a hero in the northern border with the name of bravery and courage. He once led his troops into the grassland more than once, confronted the Northern Yuan army, and won many battles and drove the enemy thousands of miles. His ability to march and set up formations and fight decisively on the battlefield was comparable to that of the famous generals of the world. The monk Daoyan was his first counselor. His wisdom and strategy were as profound as his actions. He always advised him.

Gan Mass was the national teacher of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. He was in charge of the secret order of the Mongolian emperor and wanted to go to the capital to meet the Emperor of Ming, attempting to enter the peace agreement, begging the Ming army not to frequently fight in the north. In order to show sincerity, the Mongolian emperor not only gave a large number of jewelry and utensils, precious fur, but also presented the most beautiful Princess Mingzhu in the royal family with both hands. Therefore, the purpose of his journey was to seek peace in humiliation. Gan Mass and his party did not make a big fuss and walked thousands of miles silently. Once they entered the territory of the Ming Dynasty, the first thing they encountered was the soldiers of the King of Yan. After Zhu Di learned about Gan Mass's purpose, although he was reluctant to reconcile with the Northern Yuan in his heart, it was related to the two things.

He had no right to make decisions as the country was rising and falling. At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered him to return to the capital to participate in the suburban ceremony, so he went south with Gan Mastu. On the one hand, he monitored these Mongolians nearby to prevent them from spying on military information. On the other hand, they brought a large number of precious beauties. If they were robbed by the unsightly heroes of the world, wouldn’t it be a shame for the country? If there were elite soldiers and strong generals to accompany them to protect them, no gang or bandits would dare to grow evil thoughts. Their nearly 1,000 people were originally sailing along the canal. Later, due to flooding, the river embankment was damaged, and the ship was blocked, they changed to walking by land, intending to bypass the disaster area and board the ship again to Xuzhou.

Since Zhu Di led his army, he went out to the frontier to fight with foreign races every year, and fought dozens of battles between all and big, and often defeated the enemy, so he looked down on the so-called Mongolian national teacher at all. On the way, he accidentally heard a master fighting a sword, so he forced Gan Ma Tsu to come to watch the battle. In fact, he had the intention of showing off. Our great country has countless talented people and strange people, and even in remote places, there are many strong people!

Gan Mata was awarded the title of "National Master", and it was not just because of the profound Buddhist teachings. Otherwise, how could it suppress the masters of various sects outside the Great Wall? How could it break through the desert grassland where thieves were rampant and safe? His eyes seemed to open and closed, and he said lightly: "These two people have their own strengths in swordsmanship, and in time, they will have the opportunity to become a famous master."

Zhu Di asked bluntly: "I wonder if there are such outstanding people on the Mongolian grassland?"

Gan Ma Thorn often walks in the royal family, and figures out that people's hearts are perfect, how can they not know Zhu Di's true intention? But people have to bow their heads under the eaves. If they have a meaningless dispute with Zhu Di, it will be very unfavorable to the conclusion of a peace agreement. Zhu Yuanzhang prefers and believes in his son, and everyone in the world knows that when it comes to fighting with the Northern Yuan, how could he not ask the King of Yan who is in the northern border? Perhaps Zhu Di's words can determine whether tens of thousands of Mongolians will live or die! As his mind turns, Heshi said: "The Southern Dynasty has outstanding people and has a long history. It is really not as good as my northern border! My men outside the border are good at bowing, horses, riding and shooting, and are weak in martial arts fighting. Looking around in the desert, I am afraid that I can't find such a talent with exquisite swordsmanship."

After hearing his unmarked flattery, Zhu Di was very happy and laughed: "National Master, I am actually as skilled as a man in the Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, how could I win the grassland with your Mongolian army?"

Even though Ganma Thorn was well cultivated, he couldn't help but feel hot after listening to the arrogant words of King Yan's greedy words. At this moment, he suddenly heard the Mongolian man behind him whisper: "Prince, can the swordsmen of the Southern Dynasty only show off their posture to scare people? After fighting for so long, he is slow, don't he feel tired?"

Gan Mats' heart moved slightly and shouted, "Tenggemu, don't be rude in front of the prince!"

Zhu Di's laughter suddenly sank. He looked at the Mongolian man sideways and said coldly: "Tenggemu, what you mean, I seem to be quite dissatisfied with my Ming swordsman?"

Tenggemu has a sturdy figure, curly hair, eyes like copper bells, and the skin on his face is as rough as sand and gravel. He is not sure how old he is. He is wearing a traditional Mongolian robe, with a scimitar hanging on his waist, and his eyes are fierce. He is like a dormant hungry wolf, temporarily closing his minions, but the restless aura of killing occasionally leaks, which makes people stand upside down. He does not have many concerns about Ganma Thorns and said carelessly: "I don't know the level of swordsmanship, but these two are not my rivals. If the prince is right, I will fight them."

Zhu Di was angry and shook his head with a smile and said, "Tenggemu, the sword has no eyes. If you hurt you during the competition, the charge of beating the envoy is not light. Even if I am a prince, I will be scolded and punished by my father." Tenggemu slapped his chest and said proudly: "How can I hurt me with their ability?" Daoyan said, "Prince, if Tenggemu declares that he is conceited by life and death, and there is a national teacher as evidence. Even if something goes wrong, it will not be blamed on your head." Zhu Di nodded and stroked his beard and said, "This is a wonderful statement. I wonder what the national teacher wants?" Tenggemu was eager to try and said, "National Master, testify for me! The duel of martial arts, life and death are fate!" Gan Mata said the Buddha's name and said, "Tenggemu, duel with the Han people in the Southern Dynasty is your personal act, and it has nothing to do with my Dayuan. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Tengge's wooden face was careless and seemed to be reckless in seeking war. In fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the Han warriors, so as not to be too arrogant and think that the Mongols were weak and incompetent and could be bullied. He held his breath and wanted to become famous in the Southern Dynasty. After obtaining Ganma Thorn permission, he pressed the horse's back with one palm, like dark clouds floating up, and instantly swept across several feet away and landed in the middle of the field.

As soon as he appeared, the audience who had been quiet for a long time was in an uproar. "Where did the Mongolian barbarian come out?" "What does this guy want to do?" "Get out of here!" "Don't mess up my bet!"

Tengge Muli ignored the noise and scolding around him. Without waiting for Taoist Tianxuan to stop him, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, as if a thunder blew out of the ground. The scimitar was deshewn and slashed towards Hu Xiaotian and Qin Maoyang!

Hu Xiaotian had already discovered that a group of uninvited guests had come. He was shocked and secretly observed. When he saw Tenggemu descending from the sky with murderous aura, he was obviously malicious and suddenly exerted force to shake Qin Maoyang's long sword and flew out several feet. When the two swords were fighting, Qin Maoyang couldn't help but take a few steps back, just avoiding the fierce sword light. He was shocked inexplicably. Only then did he realize that Hu Xiaotian had not done his best when fighting! Hu Xiaotian raised his sword and pointed it coldly: "Mongolian barbarian, what do you want to do?"

Tengemu grinned and said loudly: "I am the Mongolian warrior Tengemu! With the consent of your prince, I will formally challenge you now! Do you dare to face the challenge?"

"Prince?!" Thousands of people, including Taoist Master Tianxuan, gasped, and most of their eyes were filled with awe. The emperor was known as the "Son of Heaven" and was promoted to be possessed by the real dragon. Then the prince was naturally the son of the real dragon. How could the grass-headed people easily see it?

Zhu Di waved his hand, Zhang Yu ran out and said loudly: "The King of Yan has an order. The Mongolian swordsman competes with our Ming swordsmen, fight fairly, be at ease, and be self-destructive, and no one else can interfere in and obstruct!"

Hu Xiaotian frowned slightly. What was the intention of the King of Yan? Why did he suddenly allow Tenggemu to make a fuss? As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. He never heard of Tenggemu at all. He didn't know the depth of the Mongolian swordsman. If he was defeated, wouldn't he be wasted all his efforts and his reputation was ruined? Moreover, this battle involved the Mongolian and Han disputes, and the losers would be ridiculed and scolded by people in the world for a lifetime! In public, he had no choice but to retreat and said in a deep voice: "Brother Qin, you and I are talking about swords in the streets. It was a pity that they were disturbed by outsiders. It was a pity that they were rude. I wonder how much of Brother Qin's skills have been consumed? Can he still go to the battle?"

Qin Maoyang also knew that the matter was important. It was definitely not the time to show off. He smiled wildly: "Foreigners are crazy about asking for battle. Even if I only have one success power, I will fight to the end! I also asked Brother Hu to scoop up the formation for me and allow me to come out to explore the reality of the opponent."

Hu Xiaotian was not pretentious and said, "Brother Qin is very talented and has a commendable courage. If you can't hold on, just speak, don't force it too much." Since Teng Gemu dared to draw his sword in front of the King of Yan, how could he be a weak person? Qin Maoyang had just finished the battle and was exhausted very much. When he faced the Mongolian warriors with full energy, he suffered a secret loss innately, and the situation was not optimistic.

Qin Maoyang whispered: "My name of orthodox martial arts in Central Plains cannot be lost. If I lose, it will be up to Brother Hu to turn the tide!"

Hu Xiaotian was shocked and said seriously: "Brother Qin, don't worry, I will carry the burden on one shoulder!"

Qin Maoyang laughed loudly, lifted his sword and pointed at the fierce Tenggemu: "Qin Maoyang of Hengshan Sword Sect, is willing to accept your challenge! Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky!"

"Good man!" The audience around him shared the same hatred of the enemy and applauded in unison. The atmosphere was more enthusiastic than ever before.

Tengemu said arrogantly: "You guys go together, you are no match for me alone."

Qin Maoyang was furious and shouted: "Tenggemu. Don't insult me, the Ming Dynasty warrior! We don't want to do the scandal of fighting more and fighting less!"

Tenggemu snorted coldly: "Since you are desperate, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!" As he said that, the scimitar slowly raised it between his eyes and pushed it forward. His eyes instantly turned red and violent murderous aura spread out. His robe and hair were windless, and his momentum could not stop rising, just like a demon coming to the world.

Zhu Di, Daoyan and others secretly called out that this Mongolian swordsman with a bad appearance was so powerful! Gan Matshu looked unmoved. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. This was the one who shot himself in the foot. Tenggemu was born in a noble family and practiced martial arts since he was a child. In addition, his talent was amazing, and his sword skills were the best in Mongolia. He once went to the coldest places in the north to practice swordsmanship. He also went to the deep desert to understand the secrets of heaven and slashed out with one knife. At the same time, it contained extremely hot and extremely cold air, known as the "Red Flame Black Ice Sword". Unless these two young swordsmen practiced for another ten years, they may have the chance to survive the hundred moves.

Daoyan coughed lightly and asked, "National Master, how old is Tenggemu this year?" Gan Matshu and Daoyan talked about scriptures and discussions on Buddhism all the way, and were deeply impressed by the other party's knowledge of the strong and powerful. He did not dare to be disrespectful when he heard this. He replied, "Master Daoyan, Tenggemu is twenty-five years old this year, and is actually the little prince of the Watshu tribe. His real name is Zhashu Ahu, and his father is Khan King Matshu Haer." With Daoyan's cultivation, he couldn't help but feel moved and said slowly: "Is he the heir?"

The 'Wolf of Tile Thorn'? That Mongolian hero who was scattered with a single sword horse across the snowy desert?" Gan Mastu was secretly awe-inspiring, as the saying goes, it seems that the King of Yan knew the truth and reality of the grassland tribes as he knew it! Nodded and said, "That's right! Master Daoyan, is there anything wrong with it?" Daoyan shook his head, looked at the King of Yan with a solemn expression, and remained silent. Both of them had the same idea: I am afraid I will lose this battle!

Qin Maoyang was hit by Tenggemu's violent murderous aura in person, and the pressure in front of him increased sharply, and the lower plate was slightly loose. Knowing that the opponent could not let the sword take the lead, with a clear roar, his body movement flashed, and the long sword was swung out, and the sword light shot straight out half a foot away, which had already used ten successful forces.

Tenggemu raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and slammed his left foot, and waved his right arm. The sword light, like a craftsman, slashed across the sky, and slashed straight towards Qin Maoyang's chest. The sword light was so concise and dazzling that it overshadowed the sword light that was swimming like a spirit snake.

When! Swords collided, Mars flew. As soon as both sides responded, they wanted to take the lead. No one was willing to show their weakness. They pointed at the tip of the head and the collision was fierce.

The sword trembled and whimpered. Two tumbling energy of cold and heat attacked Qin Maoyang along the hilt of the sword, making him unable to resolve it. He was so uncomfortable that he almost sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spot. This was an extremely rare alien true energy! Qin Maoyang was unable to ride a tiger, so of course he could not admit defeat. He pressed the qi and blood surging in the Dantian, stepped on the Bagua direction, and crossed the sword with his left hand, cutting the opponent's back point. Tenggemu exclaimed in surprise. He didn't expect that Qin Maoyang's left-hand sword was also excellent. He swung his sword sideways and swept it back, and another shock of shock, splitting the sword with a domineering force.

Taoist Master Tianxuan, Hu Xiaotian and others frowned. The internal strength of Qin Maoyang and Tenggemu was obviously different, and it was extremely unwise to fight head-on. Hu Xiaotian had better eyesight. Seeing that Qin Maoyang's skin color was different on both sides, he felt a move in his heart. Could it be that the internal strength of Tenggemu's cultivation was unique?

Qin Maoyang's left and right wrists were numb, his mind turned cold, and he immediately wandered out of the sword, deployed his light skills and flew away, but he saw countless sword flowers blooming in the sun, blooming and dying, outlining an inexplicable magical scroll. In a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, Tengge Wood was rude and unconscious, slashing the style, swinging the swords and slashing randomly. The swords and flowers were annihilated where the swords passed, destroying Qin Maoyang's exquisite moves. The swords came and went, the wind was raging, and the sound of gold and iron clashing endlessly. Tengge Wood was experienced, and every knife was never weak. Under the shock of internal force, Qin Maoyang's hands cracked the tiger's mouth, and blood stained the hilt of the sword. Blood beads splattered in the evil fight, and dark red blood flowers appeared on the long street.

Everyone was shaking their hearts, and they felt that the blood flower was so dazzling, and they wanted to use their bodies to help Qin Maoyang with their strength. I don’t know who started, but everyone stomped their feet and roared: “Qin Maoyang! Qin Maoyang! Qin Maoyang!” The roar shook the sky, and even the war horses that had been through the battle formation were unstable, shaking their heads and neighing. (To be continued...)
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