The Minqing official road to Shaowu.

Happy riding a horse was not rushing or slowing down in front of the army. Hong Wutian and Kumano were each on the left and right. Tens of thousands of horse and infantrymen occupied the official road and walked forward windingly.

The pedestrians who came and went on the official road were all avoiding each other, and even those who were carrying weapons did not dare to touch the army's brows.

He looked thoughtful. The emperor asked him to take Pu Lide to meet the saint, obviously he had the plan to make Pu Lide the new master of Fujian.

What the emperor wants is a stable Fujian.

And this was also his chance to be happy. If this matter was done well, the emperor would have to be more respectful to him.

Therefore, Gao is full of confidence in his heart.

As time approaches evening, the army has to have more than ten hours away from Fuzhou. The army is not as fast as a person, so it has to be much slower.

It is obviously impossible to lead a large army to Fuzhou today.

A deputy general in the army drove forward and reported, "General Gao, it's going tonight, are we going to make a meal now?"

I looked up at the sky, and there were red clouds in the sky. I was afraid that for dozens of minutes, the night would fall, so I nodded, "Okay, the army is looking for a place to camp."

Tens of thousands of troops are going to camp, but they are definitely not allowed to camp wherever they want. Special scouts need to explore suitable places, and not to mention anything else, water sources are indispensable.

Soon, dozens of fast horses roared out of the army and ran around the official road.

And at this moment, two people walked slowly towards the army in front of the army.

Wu Amiao is in front, and Taki is in back.

Seeing the army, Wu Amiao looked around with his thief eyes turned around, "Master, there is a Yuan army ahead! Are we avoiding it?"

Taki looked forward with his eyes fixedly, and saw the Gao banner, but said lightly: "You go to Minqing City first to wait for your teacher."

Wu Amiao blinked his eyes, "Master, are you going to take action again? Do you want me to help?"

Taki Yu spoke very directly, "With your current strength, you can't help me."

After saying that, he walked straight ahead.

He came to stop the Song and Yuan peace talks by the order of the person behind Shu, and naturally he also had some understanding of the situation in Fujian. Pu Shougeng, happy, was both famous people in Fujian.

There are so many high-character army flags erected in the army, which is vast and powerful. Apart from being happy, it is impossible for anyone else to be there.

And he had already killed Pu Shougeng, so he didn't care about killing him again.

The less chasing Tulando, the more chaotic Fujian is, the less likely it is to succeed in the Song and Yuan dynasties.

One man and one sword, heading straight towards tens of thousands of troops.

Wu Amiao curled his lips and quietly walked into the grass beside the official road, gradually moving away.

The evening breeze blows by, with a slight coolness, blows away the heat. The lush grass bends, revealing many white wild flowers.

Taki was about to arrive in front of the army, but was stopped by the soldiers in front of the army.

Perhaps because he saw that Takiyu looked unusual, the soldiers were quite polite, "The army was moving forward, please go to the side of the road to avoid it."

Taki was about to look up, his eyes focused on the commander-in-chief among the army.

The high-character flag moves with the wind.

Manual.

No sword light was seen.

Only the sword shadow flashed on the ground under the sunset.

Several soldiers who stopped Takiyu froze in an instant, and then blood gushed out from their throats and fell to the ground.

Chengying, Chengying. By this evening, it was hard to see its appearance.

"Enemy attack!"

A soldier next to him screamed. Seeing that Taki wanted to kill several people with one sword, all of them showed a very trembling look.

And when they exclaimed and drew their swords, Taki Yu's figure was already sweeping straight towards the handsome flag.

Stepping like a dragon, and his body is floating. The soldiers stood densely in front of him, but as they were pulled by invisible energy in his swing, they staggered towards the side.

For a moment, no one could stab the weapon at Takiyu.

Wherever he passed, someone opened his eyes wide and covered his throat with his hands, unwilling to fall to the ground.

A peerless master like Rose, the ordinary soldiers in front of them have no chance to make moves.

"Protect General!"

"Protect General!"

Someone shouted, and many soldiers flocked toward the commander's flag.

I was so happy that the army in front was panicked, and I looked surprised on my face, and I only thought to myself: "Is it the one who assassinated Lord Pu?"

He clearly saw that Takiyu was just entering the formation alone.

A person with such courage will never be much weaker. The panic spreading towards him at an extremely fast speed can better illustrate this point.

But after these more than ten breaths, Takiyu was only a few dozen meters away from him.

Next to him, Hong Wutian and Kumano also had their eyes fixed.

Their eyesight is not comparable to Gao Xing and others. They can see Taki Yu's figure more clearly and can also capture Taki Yu's sword moves.

The momentum is like thunder and complex as rain, without any drag on the slightest part of the attack. This is definitely a swordsman with great attainment in the art of swordsmanship.

Moreover, the internal energy did not overflow when Taki Yu took action, which is enough to show that his attainment in internal cultivation is also not low.

Hong Wutian held the hilt of the sword behind his back with his right hand and said to Kumano: "This swordsman is not simple, maybe he is still above you and me. You protect General Gao, and the old beggar will meet him."

Kumano nodded in a slight way.

There is always a kind of insensation between masters, just like aura, and like the confrontation of momentum between military formations. The general realm can always be sensed.

Kumano knew very well that he might not be Takiyo's opponent. Takiyo's aura was not as good as that of people in the early stage of the Zhenwu realm.

"You are the one from Pojun Academy?"

Hong Wutian was on his way toward Taki, and his inner energy was urging his voice, and the sound was like muffled thunder.

His feet were swaying on the shoulders of the soldiers, seemingly shaking, but in fact there was a mystery in his steps. Not only was the speed strange, but the soldiers who were trampled by him were also fine.

Taki wanted to look at Hong Wutian with his eyes fixedly, his steps and swords were constantly moving, but he did not answer.

Of course, he would not admit that he was a member of the Pojun Academy, even if it was very likely that his identity had been exposed from the mouths of Monk Wude and others.

When the Song and Yuan Dynasty negotiated peace, he blocked and exposed his identity, which would likely attract all the hatred of the Song and Yuan dynasties to Shu.

At present, the Song Dynasty is very likely to have known his identity, but the Yuan Dynasty may not have known it yet.

With a sword swept across, Taki wanted to sweep away the soldiers around him, clear out some open space, and wait for Hong Wutian.

Hong Wutian came closer in a few moments, and the two fought in an instant.

Two sword intents emerged from the two bodies and collided violently.

The soldiers around were stunned at first, and waited to come back to their senses and retreated in panic.

Such two peerless masters fight, even the aftermath of energy that radiates out, is not something they can bear.

The war horses neighed and the flags were chaotic.

When Hong Wutian and Long Yufu fought, they all showed a solemn look.

Both of them are in the top ten of the masters list, and they can be said to be the top-notch one. No one is sure to win anyone, and anyone may die under the other party's sword.

Such a fight cannot be underestimated or confused at all.

Countless sword lights splashed everywhere.

The sword in Hong Wutian's hand and the shadow of the Taki Yucheng kept colliding, and the tinging sound was as dense as a storm.

All the soldiers around the two retreated ten meters away, leaving only more than ten corpses.

The sky is dim.

The sword intent rolls dust and sand.

The noisy yellow dust covered the two of them in a very short time, making it almost impossible for the soldiers around them to tell who was who. They could only see the figures of the two constantly flew through the yellow dust.

Occasionally, a sword light broke through the dust, which made the sky roll endlessly.

All the soldiers were stunned.

Such a strong man has never seen him in his dream before.

Quietly, the figures of the two men became increasingly difficult to see clearly. They only entered two grey hurricanes and fought endlessly in the dust.

Dusk is the shortest and hardest to understand.

The red clouds are gone.

The night quietly enveloped.

Gao Xing had already asked the soldiers to bypass the sides of the official road and surrounded the two fighting inside.
To be continued...