The main road from the west gate of Yanjing City to the imperial city is called Xihe Avenue, the houses on both sides are lined up one after another, in the past, the pedestrians of the avenue are like water, but it is also very lively, that is, there are rows of tall plane trees on both sides of the road, so that this avenue is also full of vitality. -

The rainstorm is pouring down, the road is already uninhabited, the rainstorm hits the bluestone avenue, making a crisp sound, the people who dare not go out in the house look out from the crack in the door and the window, and see a very strange cavalry is slowly moving along the Xihe Avenue in the direction of the imperial city, the most surprising thing is that among this pair of cavalry, there is a large flatbed cart pulled by a horse, and the car is placed in a large black coffin.

This group of cavalry is all in black armor, but each of them is tied with white cloth strips, and they are all wearing white cloaks, they all ride high-headed horses, holding extremely large shields, and they all hold spears, large swords at their waists, and bows and arrows on their backs.

This team is really not much, it looks like there are only about a hundred people, but the momentum is chilling in people's hearts.

……

Han Mo held the blood copper stick in his hand, rode on the Shadow Horse, raised his head, and looked at the majestic imperial city under the rain curtain in front of him, his face expressionless.

Han Mo knew very well in his heart that Han Xuandao must have known that he was coming today, the city was silent, and this street was even more deserted, which showed that Han Xuandao was ready.

Three thousand iron cavalry came to Beijing with him, Han Mo was just a last resort retreat guarantee, 1,500 iron cavalry responded outside the city, and more than 1,000 iron cavalry were guarding the west gate, ready to retreat.

It was a last resort.

When Han Mo entered the city, he didn't think about failure, let alone retreat to the West Gate.

His gaze looked at the majestic imperial city very calmly.

Xihe Avenue seemed to be smooth all the way, and it seemed that the galloping horse would soon reach the imperial city, but Han Mo knew that if it was really that easy, it would not be Han Xuandao's style.

The sound of horses' hooves, in the heavy rain, a large number of soldiers and generals were coming, and a large area of black pressure was like a black torrent gathered on Xihe Avenue and washed towards this side.

Immediately behind Han Mo, there were eight horses galloping forward, and huge shields were raised horizontally, forming a copper wall.

Han Mo looked at the black torrent pouring in, smiled indifferently, turned his head to look at Yan Xue Ji beside him, and said with a smile: "This road will be a blood, you will accompany me to that palace!" ”

Yan Xue Ji smiled charmingly and said, "If I don't have to worry about my life, I won't make a move...... When you can't fight, I'll take you out of ......! Her eyes were very charming: "If you are defeated by others, it is also an interesting thing!" ”

Han Mo said with a smile: "I'm afraid you may not be able to see it!" ”

The avenue, in front of a team of more than 20 archers, followed by more than ten cavalry, look at the armor, are all senior generals in the Royal Forest Army, behind the cavalry, is the black pressure of the Royal Forest Infantry, spears in hand, ice rain and iron armor mixed together, full of slaughter.

After Han Mo smiled, he looked at the army that was quickly approaching, his face was expressionless, just staring at the royal forest general in the middle of the coming army, the armor that was different from the others showed the identity of that person.

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Han Congding is not a direct descendant of the Han family, and he is only a concubine in the side lineage, until he was twenty-five years old, he has been unknown, and this name has never been loud.

He was even discriminated against in the clan for a time, just because he had an eye disease in one eye when he was a child, and since then this left eye has never seen anything again, and the nickname "One-eyed" has accompanied him for many years, and has been ridiculed and ridiculed by many people.

Few people know that this person has an unyielding heart in his bones, he has practiced hard since he was a child, although he does not have a strong mentor, but he has paid several times the efforts of others, so that his martial arts foundation is extremely solid.

He is very low-key, but Han Xuandao, who has always been very concerned about the children of his clan, paid attention to such a person, and when Han Congding was twenty-five years old, he summoned him to Yanjing City, and then let him enter the wolf armor battalion to join the army.

He has never been inconspicuous, but he has repeatedly won the championship in the army, he is such a one-eyed man, but he is also quite prestigious in the wolf armor battalion, after countless ups and downs, this one-eyed man who was once ridiculed and ridiculed, but under Han Xuandao's middle and bottom and his own efforts, he has become the current leader of the wolf armor battalion, and even the current military power of the wolf armor battalion is completely in his hands.

There is no doubt that in his heart, Han Xuandao is his benefactor, and the one who is a confidant dies, no matter what others think of Han Xuandao, Han Congding feels that his life should be dedicated to Han Xuandao, and he is completely obedient to this benevolent duke who promoted him step by step.

The distance between the two sides was only fifteen paces, and they both stopped.

The rain kept falling, the atmosphere was not harmonious, and on the same street, both sides were filled with a strong killing intent.

Han Cong looked at the coffin that was extremely calm, he naturally knew that the person in front of him was the fifth young master of his clan, but he also understood from Han Xuandao's mouth that this person had become a traitorous thief.

Although they are old people, they have no old feelings.

The rain hit the armor of these elite warriors of the Yan Kingdom, crackling, hitting their solemn faces, but it could not arouse the slightest change in emotion.

Han Congding slowly raised his hand, pointed the long knife at Han Mo, his voice was a little hoarse, but it changed the sound of the rainstorm very loudly, and it sounded on the street.

"The traitor Han Mo, kill him!" Han Congding's hand was calm and powerful, and the big knife swung down violently: "Kill!" ”

After the word "kill", the archers in the front row shot arrows, but they were in vain blocked by the giant shield, and the royal guards behind the cavalry drew their swords in unison, and the light of the sword instantly brightened up the rainy sky.

The mighty Royal Guards roared and rushed over, and in their eyes, they were really vulnerable.

The corners of Han Mo's mouth curled slightly, he had already clenched the blood copper stick, and when the Imperial Forest Army rushed over, an indifferent voice had already sounded among the hundred horsemen: "Killing gods when encountering gods, killing Buddhas when encountering Buddhas, one way...... Kill the Imperial City! ”

"Whoosh"!

Piercing through the dense rain curtain, the giant shield cavalry held the giant shield in one hand, but the other hand had grasped an ordinary-looking bamboo tube, and the arrows shot from the bamboo tube were fast, urgent, and extremely accurate.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of the arrow piercing into the skin was crisp and neat, and the Royal Forest Army who rushed in front didn't snort, and they fell into the rain one by one, and there were several more corpses on the bluestone avenue in an instant.

When the first round of Fengqiao crossbow shot arrows, Han Mo had already urged the horse forward, the Shadow Horse neighed, and the soldiers in front immediately made a gap, Han Mo and the horse seemed to be one, like a lightning bolt in the rain, instantly slashing through the hundred horses, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed forward alone.

Han Congding's pupils contracted slightly.

The speed of the Shadow Horse was like lightning, but Han Mo's movements were extremely simple, swinging the stick, striking out, reversing, smashing down, flowing through the clouds and water, but swallowing mountains and rivers angrily, just in the blink of an eye, several Imperial Forest Soldiers who were blocking in front of Han Mo had been killed by the Blood Copper Stick.

Han Congding even found that when Han Mo made a move to kill the enemy, his indifferent eyes were only staring at him, and the Shadow Horse was unhindered, and when its master cleared the obstacles in front of it for it, it rushed towards Han Congding as fast as possible.

Han Congding has felt humiliation countless times since he was a child, but he has almost never felt fear.

But now, he felt a chill hit his whole body in a matter of moments.

Although Han Mo's martial arts cultivation was far beyond his imagination, he was surprised, but what made him feel even more chilling was Han Mo's attitude when he killed people.

He was born in the Han ethnic group, and he also knew something about Han Mo's temperament, Han Mo has always given people the feeling that he is a relatively gentle person, and it is even difficult to feel a killing aura from Han Mo's body.

Han Congding had met Han Mo a few times, and his impression of Han Mo had always stayed at the level of that young master, although Han Mo had made great contributions after entering Beijing and had done countless amazing things, but it was difficult for Han Congding to associate Han Mo with death.

But now he felt the aura of death emanating from Han Mo's body.

Han Mo's calmness when he killed people, that kind of calmness and indifference had a bad aura.

I am a maggot for a knife and a maggot, and I am for the evil breath of fish and meat!

Han Mo's moves looked slow, but they were very effective, everywhere he passed, people kept falling, blood reflected the red curtain of rain, and the blood water spurting from the body of the Imperial Forest Army was mixed with the rain, splashing down on the bluestone avenue, and people kept dying, falling into the rain, constantly screaming, screaming, and snorting.

The fifth young master of the Han family, riding a horse and wielding a copper stick, was like a death symphony for a player on the avenue in the rain, and blood was splashed five feet in the middle of a leisurely walk.

It is like a god of death who has come from hell to the world, in an extremely calm way, and in the most frightening way, he is indifferently harvesting the humble life in the world.

Han Moren and the horse rushed over, the dead bodies were piled up, his armor was only bloody, but none of the weapons of the Royal Forest Army could touch his body.

Han Congding didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have too much time to taste the fear of death brought by Lord Xiao Han, because in the blink of an eye, Lord Xiao Han had already come to him, and the blood copper stick that seemed to be cursed by the gods and demons of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was poking towards his chest in a calm and simple way.

Han Congding already understood one thing from Han Mo's method of killing people just now, the Fifth Young Master's stick technique seemed simple, but the Great Dao of Reason of All Things was simplified, and when a person's very ordinary and simple moves could burst out with powerful lethality, it had truly entered a realm.

Han Congding secretly cultivated martial arts, and he had a lot of experience, and he also knew that the deepest realm of martial arts cultivation was "meaning".

No matter how powerful the tricks in the world are, there are traces to follow, but the martial arts that enter the artistic conception are no longer traces, and the martial arts displayed by the artistic conception martial arts seem to be flawed everywhere, but they are not flaws.

Therefore, the seemingly ordinary poke of the fifth young master, Han Congding seemed to have at least thirty ways to crack it, but he felt a deeper fear at this moment.

Because when this stick poked, he saw not only this simple stick, but the variables after this stick.

"Intention", follow the will, Han Congding has thirty ways to crack this move, but Han Mo has at least twenty-five variations of this move, with Han Congding's martial arts cultivation, he can see through eleven of them, but he knows very well in his heart that Han Mo's variations are far more than eleven.

Of course, he could use any of the thirty methods to crack it, but when Han Mo appeared in a variant, Han Congding could only have the ability to deal with the other party's eleven variants.

Han Mo was able to play this move, which meant that he had already judged Han Congding's martial arts cultivation, and the variant could not be any of the eleven moves that Han Congding could crack.

Han Congding didn't have time to think at all, he could only reflexively lean back, raised his right hand, and the big knife in his hand picked up the blood copper stick, intending to use this move to pick away the blood copper stick.

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