Chapter 295 Gu Xianfeng! The sharpest sword of the Great Yan Border Army!
In the black army stronghold.
Feng Xi was frowning and thinking about the female cultivator when she suddenly heard an excited voice coming from outside.
"Your Highness!"
"Good news!"
"That junior brother of yours, that Young Master Gu, is really awesome..."
"kindness."
Listened to the narration.
Feng Xi's brows relaxed a little, which was already a sign that she was in a happy mood.
"knew."
She thought for a moment.
"Send the order, from today onwards, Gu Han will be the vanguard of our Phoenix Wing Army."
"ah?"
The man was stunned.
pioneer?
Among the various armies, except for a few marquises, there are a group of commanders and deputy commanders, and then there are captains at all levels, but the position of vanguard has never been established.
Obviously.
This was specially prepared by Feng Xi for Gu Han.
"From today onwards."
Feng Xi's voice came out again.
"Gu Han is the sharpest sword of our Great Yan Frontier Army!"
"yes!"
…
"good!"
The two armies are not far away.
The man surnamed Liao, who was watching quietly, his eyes lit up and he praised.
"Win simply!"
"Win beautifully!"
"This boy is a bit sinister, but his attack is extremely clean and neat, and his killing power is first-class tyrannical. He is somewhat similar to our Highness back in the day!"
"Old Liao."
Someone on the side laughed and said: "You think so highly of him? Don't forget, you also have a bet with him!"
"Ah!"
The man surnamed Liao didn't care either.
"Old Liao, I'm a rough guy. If he doesn't make a bet, just his strength and record will make me, Old Liao, give him a thumbs up!"
"Pity."
The old man was a little regretful.
"If there were more talented people like this in the army, our morale would not be so low."
There are many monks in the border army.
There are naturally many geniuses.
It’s just that most of the Taoist bells rang three or four, and those that rang five were rare. Those who rang more than six could be counted on their fingers. Only Feng Xi was the one who rang nine.
"This boy!"
The man surnamed Liao laughed.
"Old Liao, I will guarantee with my head that I will definitely not run away after nine rings!"
…
Another place.
Gu Han's performance was naturally noticed by Yun Lie and others. Unlike the joy of others, they all had gloomy expressions and a cold light in their eyes.
Especially Yun Lie!
He is not blind.
With the cultivation and killing power shown by Gu Han, it is definitely the Dao Bell Nine Rings!
Why!
He was very unwilling.
Why do you all have nine-ring bells, while I only have eight-ring bells?
this moment.
He was filled with jealousy and strengthened his previous idea.
Take refuge in Him!
Attract a trace of ancestral dragon blood!
When the time comes, I will definitely be in the shape of the nine-ring bell!
"This son."
Jicheng's tone was solemn.
"If I can grow up, I'm afraid I will be another His Highness!"
"snort!"
Song He sneered.
"Then he must have a chance!"
"Let him live for a few more days. When the war comes, I will take his life! Nine rings? The dead nine rings, even one ring is not as good as... hmm?"
Sudden.
He seemed to have noticed something was wrong.
"What does he want to do!"
…
In front of the battle.
Seeing that Gu Han only took two breaths, he took off the head of the young God of War.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Then a burst of cheers broke out!
Even the heaviness and depression that weighed down my heart were somewhat dissipated!
"brother!"
Murong Yan kept shaking the mace.
"Well done!"
Except for the fat man who looked calm, the others all changed their colors and hurriedly avoided.
Gu Han smiled.
This is exactly his purpose.
He had already heard Yun Fan say that the barbarians were not only powerful, but also far more numerous than the Great Yan Dynasty's frontier army. Although for some unknown reason, they had never mobilized in full force, even so, the frontier army had a very difficult time resisting, often with If you lose more than you win, even if you win, it will be a miserable victory.
Although Yan Huang, Zhan Wang and Feng Xi were there.
Their morale has not dropped to the bottom, but year after year, one can imagine the depression and depression in their hearts.
He knows it very well.
The two armies fought.
Morale is particularly important, and in some ways, it is even more important than those pills!
Obviously.
Kill a young war god.
So neat and tidy.
But it was even greater encouragement than what Murong Yan had given them before!
Also at this time.
A monk rushed over in a hurry and conveyed Feng Xi's order.
pioneer?
The sharpest sword?
In an instant, everyone was excited, and the gloom and depression in their hearts were once again cleared away!
Obviously.
Feng Xi's grasp of the military's morale has reached a very low level. She knows very well what the border army monks lack most.
A sword!
An invincible sword pointed by the sword's edge!
And Gu Han.
He is the most suitable candidate!
"cut!"
The fat man muttered softly, his tone slightly sour.
"Isn't he just a vanguard? Who are you trying to bluff! Wait, Fatty has to gain the reputation of being a great vanguard to overwhelm this bastard!"
"Ah."
Zhao Mengyou glanced at him.
"So what about the Grand Vanguard? He is the sharpest sword. What about you? What are you?"
The fat man fell into thought.
The toughest shield?
"This kind of stuff."
Gu Han looked at the group of gloomy-looking barbarians with some confusion.
"You dare to call yourself the God of War?"
"Who sealed it? Your war temple is full of trash?"
"Asshole!"
One of the barbarians was furious.
"You bitch, how dare you humiliate my God of War..."
brush!
The words are not finished yet.
A strong wind blew in his face, and the scattered invisible sword energy left traces of blood on his body, but Gu Han had already arrived in front of him!
"you……"
puff!
Before he could speak.
A bright light flashed before his eyes, and he felt a chill on his neck, and his consciousness quickly disappeared!
"furious!"
"Kill him!"
"Hang his body outside the Temple of War!"
"..."
A group of barbarians roared.
Against the Great Yan Frontier Army, their mentality was always aloof and full of arrogance. Gu Han's words undoubtedly completely shattered their pride!
"Gu Xianfeng!"
Seeing Gu Han trapped in a tight siege.
Then a monk came forward to help.
"Go to hell!"
The fat man folded his arms lazily and watched the show.
"If he can't handle such a small scene, haha, let the fat man take the vanguard seat as soon as possible!"
among these barbarians.
The one with the highest level of cultivation was far behind the fifth God of War, so how could he be Gu Han's opponent?
For a while.
The sword light shines brightly, and tiny invisible sword energy scatters around!
Heads flew up one after another.
Blood was constantly spilled.
But... Gu Han was the only one missing.
He was so fast that no one except the fat man could capture his figure!
Everyone watched with fascination.
really!
Gu Xianfeng is the sharpest sword!
After a while.
The barbarians finally couldn't stand it anymore.
It is true that they were savage and fierce, but in the face of such a one-sided massacre, they could not even touch the corner of the other party's clothes. This feeling made them almost collapse, and the courage in their hearts had long been wiped out!
finally.
After nearly half of the casualties.
The remaining barbarians lost their previous arrogance and fled.
Until now.
Only then did Gu Han appear.
He didn't chase after him, and with a flick of his sword, he put it on the neck of a barbarian.
"I forgot to ask, which God of War is the one just now?"
"fifth."
"what about others?"
"No... not coming."
"Please."
Gu Han smiled kindly.
"Guide the way?"
