C1 Wedge the Beginning of Spring Night Zhaoling Reappear Cover up the Divine Tool Old General to Go

When the eagle flapped its wings and flew together with the moon, it was like a beautiful picture that had been passed down throughout the ages. However, at this moment, the eagle would always fly towards the moon, as if it wanted to fly over the moon and knock it down, and the moon and the eagle would always have a distance that no one could cross. The eagle would never succeed, never succeed. Then in the martial arts world, in the war, in the imperial court, who was the eagle? Who is the moon? Or perhaps, who was the heavens?

On a certain day and night in the forest outside of Wuchang City, a group of people were speeding towards the south. The person leading them was an old general who was in his fifties wearing a suit of armor, his armor was covered in blood and at least three parts of his body were bandaged up. His face was no longer the original color, and his eyes were already showing signs of fatigue.

At this moment, a "sou" sound came from the forest, and at the same time, the old general's body fell to the ground with a blood-curdling screech.

The old general shouted, "You can't stay here any longer, quickly leave!" Before he could finish his sentence, arrows fell from the two sides of the forest like rain. "Sou, sou" sounds rang incessantly, and more people died from the arrows.

In an instant, shouts of battle rose from all directions, and suddenly, from all directions, several armies surged over like a tidal wave. They immediately surrounded the small army of dozens of people, and torches lit up the area as if it were day.

Three generals walked out of the crowd. The leader of the group was a man in a light yellow battle robe, around forty years old. There were two young generals on his left and right, both in their twenties, one in a dark green battle robe and the other in a dark red battle robe.

The three of them stood still and heard the person in the middle say, "Old General Zhang, how have you been?"

It turned out that this old general was the one known as the greatest general in the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Grand Commandant Zhang Dingfang, who had become sworn brothers with Chen You Liang and Zhang Bi Xian, and from then on, they shared a life and death situation. Who would have thought that Poyang Lake would lose Zhu Yuan Zhang to Chen You, and Chen You Gui also died in the middle of his misfortune. The Han Army was beheaded by Zhu Yuan Zhang's Western Wu Army, but Zhang Bi, who had rushed over from Yue Yang to rescue them, was caught by Zhu Yuan Zhang's midway.

Zhang Dingfang could only helplessly bring along Chen You's son, Chen Li, and the remaining veterans to retreat to Wuchang. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yuanzhang's army then arrived at Wuchang City in just four months.

Zhang Dingyi smiled and said, "Thanks to Sixth Master Chang, I'm doing very well."

Chang Chun smiled and said, "Old General, you are being too serious. I wonder where you are heading to?"

Zhang Dingzi said, "I don't know. I've been fighting wars for decades, and I'm looking for a place to rest."

Chang Xian Chun asked, "Where does the old general want to rest?"

Zhang Ding said, "Let's go to a place without your master to rest."

Chang Sichun laughed out loud and said, "Old General's words are wrong. My lord will go to the Great Western Continent in a few days' time, and at that time, will old General be able to rest under the King's Land? "Since there's nowhere else to go, why not stay?"

Zhang Dingzi smiled and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but I've been busy for a lifetime and am really tired. I hope you can help me out a little."

"What if I don't want to?" Chun Chun said gloomily.

Zhang Dingfang shook his head and sighed, "Then I have to go as well."

Chang Xian Chun sneered, "Whether or not we can leave will depend on the old general's ability." Before he could finish his words, the red-robed general beside Chun Chen raised his spear and shouted, "I ask that the old general has an invincible divine blade, this humble general would like to receive your guidance!" As he spoke, he thrust the spear in his hand towards his opponent.

Zhang Dingli sneered, "You are not worthy enough to fight with me." Zhang Dingdang then waved the saber in his hand in front of the general, who quickly raised his spear to receive the blow. Zhang Dingdang then sheathed his blade and cut the general's waist with a 'hu' sound.

Chun often saw this situation and shouted: "Zhang Dingbian! If you refuse a toast and refuse a forfeit, look at the guns! " The Tiger Head Golden Spear was thrust out in a distraction.

Zhang Ding shouted, "Good timing!" He held his broadsword horizontally in front of him and engaged him in a battle. One of them was skilled in sabresmanship, while the other had a powerful spear.

The green-robed general saw that the two generals had not been fighting for a long time, so they both held their weapons together. Seeing that the green-robed general had been fighting so ferociously, the green-robed general hurriedly raised his blade up to parry the attack, and with a "weng weng" sound, the green-robed general's eyes bulged out as he glared at the green-robed general, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. "Pu weng!" The green-robed general's eyes were wide open as he glared at the green-robed general, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the Western Wu Army saw their vice commander-in-chiefs falling, and rushed forward to save them. Zhang Dingdang's remaining troops also rushed forward, and the two armies immediately clashed. Zhang Dingdang knew that if he were to fight with thousands of troops, he would definitely be annihilated. "Brothers, retreat, no! Brothers! Retreat!" he shouted.

He saw Xi Wu's army or several men or dozens of people fighting against the remnants of Zhang Dingbi's army. Before long, Zhang Dingdang would have less than twenty soldiers under his command. Zhang Dingfang wanted to save him, but he was too busy being pestered by Chun Chun to leave his side. Seeing his subordinates fall one after another, Zhang Dingli thought to himself: "Since there's no hope for survival, I will drag you down with me when we meet again!" Chang Chun didn't want to be outdone by Zhang Dingfang, who was swinging the saber so fast and fast. The long spear in his hand was like a dragon, and after another three or five moves, Zhang Dingfang was riddled with wounds.

Just at this moment, a fierce wind blew in the sky, sand and rocks flew, while at the same time, hundreds of cavalrymen rushed out from nowhere towards the Changshun Tribe, stabbing towards them in fright. The cavalryman's spear struck the chest of the cavalry general, but who would have thought that the general did not seem to have the slightest bit of pain, as he raised his blade and chopped towards Changshun. Chang Chun used his spear to push himself upwards, but the blade actually passed through his spear and chopped down. Chang Chun gave a loud cry, and he turned around and fell off his horse. The soldiers rushed to save him, but they were all killed by this strange cavalry.

The gale grew stronger as hundreds of cavalry troops appeared and disappeared. When the officials saw that the cavalry soldiers were unable to kill them and could not defend against it, they were scared to the point of dropping their helmets and taking off their armor. They ran like rats and when they saw spring, they were scared out of their wits and ran away.

Zhang Dingdang quickly dismounted and thanked them for saving his life, but the centurions turned around and charged towards Zhang Dingdang. Zhang Dingdang thought to himself: "This is just after we left the wolf's lair and entered the tiger's den. We've always tried our best to kill them, but we've always been able to do so. How can we kill these monsters?" After running for who knows how long, the cavalrymen in formation became faster and faster, and before long, they surrounded Zhang Dingdang and the others. Seeing this, Zhang Dingdang roared out loud: "This old man has been fighting for my country for his entire life! Master was loyal, but unexpectedly he died at the hands of some unknown monsters. Haha! "Haha!" Zhang Dingli then held his saber horizontally and shouted: "Come at me!"

At this time, Zhang Dingyi was preparing to fight to the death with the centurion cavalry, but who would have thought that at this moment, the cavalry of the White Team would suddenly pounce and explode into pieces of sand, floating in the wind like a sandstorm. Zhang Dingdang was also stunned by the scene before her, but after a long time, she recovered and realized that there were six swords embedded on the ground, and their shapes were all different, the sword that was closest to her had a note stuck into it.

He did not dare to neglect and picked up the note, only to see it read: "The name of the Six Swords of the Treadmill, the Green, the Shiva, the Shinryuzi, the Fist, and the White Legged Black Swords. Although I have fought for many years, I am unable to repay them in any way, so I ask the master of forging swords of the world to use the blood of the Six Swords to create these Six Swords. "Li Shimin, Great Tang, Taizong"

Zhang Dingli read through the note and sighed, thinking: "I can't believe there really is a Zhaoling Six Swords, it seems the rumors are not fake, it's a pity that Ancestor Gao couldn't find the Demigod Equipment even if he had spent his entire life. If he had obtained this while he was still alive, how could he have lost to Poyang Lake, and how could his foundation be destroyed?" The more Zhang Dingdang thought about it, the more sad he felt, and the more tears streamed down his cheeks.

After crying for a while, Zhang Dingdang knew that it was hopeless to restore the men to their former glory, so he divided his possessions with the soldiers and let them go home to live a peaceful life. The soldiers began to wail and cry, reluctant to part with their lives, but they also dispersed one by one, Zhang Dingdang saw that everyone had dispersed, found a few clean clothes among the dead, wrapped the six swords in their robes, turned around them and left, after that nobody knew where Zhang Dingdang's whereabouts were.

After this battle, Chunchuan often became seriously ill and often became sleepless at night. Since then, his physical condition worsened and he finally vomited blood and died seven years later on his journey home. He was forty years old at the end of the year.