Twenty-eight riders descended from the mountain in four groups.
These were the sons of Jiangdong who had followed Xiang Yu all the way to fight.
One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.
If Xiang Yu had not lost in the end, they would have been among the famous generals known to later generations. Their bravery naturally did not need to be considered. Although the Han army was hundreds of times larger than these elite soldiers, they were still forced to break through one road after another.
This illusion was constructed based on the cultivation of the Sili school lieutenant himself.
Therefore, there was no exaggerated scene, especially so, the fighting spirit on the battlefield was also strong and heavy enough to make Wei Yuan feel numb. He rushed forward with a sword in hand, but he had never thought that the Guanxi man in front of him was originally a Qin soldier. Although he was incorporated into the Han army, his deepest instinct might not think so.
The man in front avoided the spear tip quite skillfully.
Wei Yuan, who was behind, was directly sold out.
The Chu cavalryman thrust forward with his spear, and Wei Yuan subconsciously used the Eight-sided Han Sword to defend and block. With the combination of human power and horsepower, there was a loud bang, and the sword was directly knocked off. Wei Yuan's combat experience allowed him to quickly retreat to avoid it, but on the battlefield, he bumped into another person, and his body shape and footwork were deformed.
In a blink of an eye, the cavalryman who had experienced bloody battles had reacted.
The heavy spear pierced Wei Yuan's throat in an extremely light way.
Blackness in front of his eyes.
...
Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his throat.
The feeling of being pierced from the front by the cavalry charging from the mountain was quite uncomfortable.
I still underestimated the ancient elite who had experienced various battles.
This should be the personal soldiers who accompanied Xiang Yu from Julu to Gaixia. How could their fighting ability be weak? Wei Yuan calmed down, holding the waist card in his hand, and a scroll appeared in front of him. The Battle of Gaixia was still in the first place, but two shadows of the moon dew were separated from it.
They were the Battle of Julu experienced by the old Qin army soldier.
And the bloody battle of Pengcheng experienced by Yang Xi.
There was Xiang Ji when he was young and famous, and the Overlord when his army was at its peak.
Wei Yuan looked at the merits behind and his face turned a little blue.
This is not what he can afford now.
Of course, for the former Sili Xiaowei, these merits are nothing, but Wei Yuan has enough reason to suspect that this is the people of the current dynasty legally and reasonably exploiting the merits accumulated by the crouching tigers of all generations who killed demons and eliminated monsters to prevent them from exchanging most of the natural materials and treasures.
After all, for those crouching tigers, a thousand-year-old elixir is exchanged for a battle with the heyday Overlord.
Is it worth it?
It's too worth it.
But Wei Yuan looked at the 59 points of merit left, and then set his sights on the first one, the Battle of Gaixia, which was in a series of states of "the army of mourning will win", "the end of the road is a sad song", "Yu Ji has passed away", and only 28 of the 8,000 Jiangdong disciples are left.
After seeing the demeanor of the Overlord from the Qin soldiers and Yang Xi.
Any martial artist can hardly resist the temptation to face the Overlord.
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and comforted himself in his heart.
There are still 59 points, still plenty.
Continue to exchange for this month's exposure.
...…
The old vixen told Wei Yuan Tiannv that the time is three days.
After three days, he will gather his magic power to create a token that can prove his identity.
Then take the token to find Qingqiu.
Wei Yuan has been in seclusion for three days. The situation on the battlefield is unpredictable. He keeps trying to get closer to Xiang Yu, but it is easier said than done. In these three days, he has no idea how long he has been fighting at Gaixia. Most of the time, he is fighting with Xiang Yu's guards.
His swordsmanship and experience are becoming more sophisticated.
In this illusion, Xiang Yu's guards are as strong as him.
From the beginning, he was killed by these elite warriors.
Now he can fight against Bubai and even kill one of them with sword moves.
Wei Yuan's progress is visibly rapid.
But he still can't get close to Xiang Yu.
After being killed by the Jiangdong children around Xiang Yu again, Wei Yuan opened his eyes. He was obsessed with this battle for three days. Even with the protection of Taoism, there were some bloodshot eyes. A clear battlefield evil spirit grew around him, but it was still hidden.
Wei Yuan raised his hand, almost instinctively wanting to exchange, only to find that he had only one left of the merits he had prepared for himself to exchange for various moon dew images.
He had walked through the battle of Gaixia fifty-nine times.
He also died fifty-nine times.
Wei Yuan paused, but still exchanged for this moon dew image. The last merit disappeared, and the scroll slowly unfolded in front of Wei Yuan again. This time he was well prepared and still appeared beside Yang Xi. When the latter was lost in thought, he directly stretched out his hand and pulled the future Marquis of Chiquan off the horse.
There was a commotion in the Han army camp.
Wei Yuan clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the warhorse neighed and actually jumped out of the battle.
He rushed straight towards the brave Wuzhui.
Such a sudden change surprised the Han army, and they subconsciously retreated, and immediately cut through the waves.
Wei Yuan stared at King Xiang who was rushing down from this direction.
Since he could not make contact with Xiang Yu according to the trend of the battle, he could only use this method.
Wei Yuan raised his hand and drew his sword, and rushed towards King Xiang as if he was fearless. A personal guard of Xiang Yu shouted angrily and drove his horse to rush over. Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand and raised his left arm, just clamping the personal guard's lance under his arm. The atmosphere of the battlefield can best influence people's minds. He shouted angrily, cut off the lance with his right hand sword, and threw the front part of the lance out.
It was broken by the long spear in Xiang Yu's hand.
It seemed that Xiang Yu appreciated this behavior because of his personality, and said loudly:
"Who is coming?!"
Wei Yuan swallowed the surging blood and slashed at Xiang Yu with his sword.
"Quanzhou Wei Yuan."
"Good!"
Xiang Yu smashed the heavy spear in his hand.
...
"Is Master Wei not here?"
Zhang Hao knocked on the door, and it was the water ghost who opened the door.
The water ghost shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't come out for three days."
"Come in and sit down first."
In addition to Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, there was also a man who looked about 30 years old, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe. The Taoist priest had a good demeanor, while the man had an awkward look on his face and was fidgeting.
The water ghost said: "What is the matter with you, Xiao Zhang?"
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say for a while.
It can't be said that it was because of Uncle Master Zhang Yu's frivolous words and some rudeness.
This time, it was the great uncle who personally brought this little uncle to apologize, and was worried about being thrown out again, so he wanted to find Wei Yuan to talk about it? He had to bite the bullet and said: "I came to thank you. The New World ghost arrived in Quan City a few days ago. I would like to trouble Master Wei to help."
The water ghost said, "Oh."
Zhang Hao raised his hand to drink water, looking at this museum that is rare in other places.
He thought of what he had experienced in Liu Village before.
After that, they told the elders in Quan City about the matter, including the Taoist next to him. Although he looked young, he was actually nearly seventy years old and was granted the Five Thunder Scroll. They, the younger generation, had to call him "Master Uncle".
The old man was knowledgeable and approved their subsequent speculation.
He believed that the general mentioned by Huang Gu Nu should refer to the land god who was worshipped after the death of a certain ancient general in battle, rather than the owner of the Wei Pavilion.
The experience of the owner of the Wei Pavilion is clear at a glance under the modern household registration system, which is very normal.
And from this point of view, the relationship between the senior opposite and the owner of the Wei Pavilion is due to living next to each other, so everything can be explained. In the final analysis, it is because Master Uncle Zhang Yu is too frivolous and presumptuous.
Zhang Hao put down the water cup and looked at the master uncle next to Zhang Yu.
But he saw that the old man was a little surprised, and his eyes were always looking at a black cat lying on the cabinet.
Zhang Hao was a little curious.
When he came here before, it seemed that Master Wei had no cats.
Zhang Yu was dejected, thinking that he couldn't hide it anyway, so he took the initiative to tell the water ghosts about his purpose. The main reason was that he was a little rude, calling the senior by his name to a certain extent, which attracted the water ghosts and the black cats' surprise and admiration.
Just when Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng were a little embarrassed.
Suddenly heard footsteps, Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his expression eased, and said:
"Master Wei is out..."
Before the voice fell, a palpitation that could not be described in words suddenly emerged in his heart.
It was as if he was thrown into a sea of corpses and blood, as if a bloody knife was placed behind his neck.
Zhang Hao's body was stiff. He saw the hairs on his arms stand up little by little, and his goose bumps exploded. He looked stiffly at the door. The footsteps sounded very calmly and coldly, but in a trance, he seemed to hear something else besides the footsteps.
It was like the sound of armor plates rubbing against each other.
Step, step, step——
Along with the footsteps, the atmosphere in this small room was visibly oppressive.
The black cat's hair exploded.
Is it murderous? !
Squeak——
The door was pushed open.
Wei Yuan stepped out.
The moment he opened the door, an extremely cruel and cold aura suddenly spread out with him as the core. It was the aura unique to the military commanders in the cold weapon era, which made the Qi family army shudder and subconsciously stand at the door with their chests straight.
Wei Yuan's eyes were a little dazed, and he seemed to still be in the scene of fighting with Xiang Yu.
Destroying with overwhelming force.
It is hard to imagine that, with the same level of cultivation, facing the Overlord, this is the outcome.
But thinking about what I saw before, the Overlord's record does not seem so difficult to accept.
It's just that the remaining energy on the battlefield finally broke out.
Wei Yuan sat down, and the people opposite him were a little stiff. Zhang Yu almost thought that his previous rudeness was known to others, so he was targeted by this evil spirit. His lips trembled. Could it be that all the people living in this ancient street are like this?
Only the old man with profound Taoism was still okay, but the lazy black cat suddenly flew to Wei Yuan, stretched out its claws and pressed on Wei Yuan's eyebrows. After confirming that this was still the original person, it relaxed.
It almost thought that this guy was influenced by someone in his dream.
Wei Yuan hugged the black cat. Lei almost slapped him, but thinking of the girl with Kunlun's aura not far away, he endured it. The Taoist looked at this scene in surprise, almost unbelievable. Lei turned his head and looked at the old Taoist with his teeth bared and breathing continuously.
The old Taoist introduced himself and pretended to be surprised:
"I don't know if Master Wei, this black cat is..."
Wei Yuan's consciousness was clear, but he still had murderous aura, part of which was because he had fought with Xiang Yu's shadow and was infected with the latter's evil aura. He teased the cat's chin and replied, "It was raised by a Taoist friend Zhang. It has been fostered in my home for some time."
The old Taoist looked at Lei, who was honest and obedient in the arms of the young man, and was speechless.
Even the Tianshi uncle would be scratched.
And, Taoist friend Zhang?
He felt that the things he had investigated before had cracked with a cracking sound.
After thinking for a while, he noticed Shen Jifeng who was adjusting his glasses and Zhang Hao whose eyes were slightly bright. He decided to make a final attempt, stroked his beard and smiled, "I noticed that Wei Xiaoyou's breath was a little unstable just now, but what happened?"
Wei Yuan also noticed the evil spirit on his body.
It seems that the three days of continuous fighting at Gaixia still left some traces.
He thought for a while and said, "It's just a nightmare."
The old Taoist smiled and said, "What you think about during the day, you dream at night. It may be that Wei Xiaoyou has something in his heart, or some past experiences are difficult to let go and have been entangled in his heart. I also know some dream interpretation techniques. If you don't mind, I can interpret your dream for you."
Wei Yuan thought about it and had no reason to refuse, so he stretched out his right hand.
The Taoist picked up a talisman, somewhat curious, and wanted to see the dream that the young man had seen before.
He was really a Taoist.
So in a flash, he saw the spiritual traces left by Wei Yuan just now.
Just one scene, the full of evil spirit made the old Taoist feel horrified -
Boundless evil spirit, a real cruel battlefield.
Towering mountains, beacon fires, thousands of troops in fear, a tall man in armor lashed down with a spear in his hand, asking: "Who is coming?!"
Then,
A familiar voice answered:
"Quanzhou Wei Yuan."