Chapter 1: Jagged teenager

Tianfeng State, the border of Nanlingguo, outside the South Spring Country Jiuquan City.
Hundreds of thousands of sergeants wearing black armor are ready to go outside the city of Jiuquan, murderous.
At the gate of Jiuquan City, about 200,000 sergeants wearing silver armor were riding horses, and the long white swords were waiting.
The general of the army is a sturdy, reassuring middle-aged man with a long black gun. He rides a monster with a blue scale and looks like a horse. The blue-scale one-horned horse looks like a torch. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of troops across the road.
His name is Mu Tian, ​​and he is the martial artist of the Yuan Dynasty.
Tianwu Mainland, Guwu is respected, and the nations are arguing with each other, and the region is vast and infinite.
People use the method to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, cultivate their own vitality, and force, according to the strength of the body's energy, the ancestral ancestors of the ancient times to the ancient martial arts from weak to strong and divided the realm.
Tongmaijing, Zifujing, condensed, and Yuandan are in a higher realm. There is no such thing in Jiuquan City, and each territory is divided into nine heavens.
On the side of Mu Tian, ​​there is still a young boy who looks like a young boy. His sword eyebrows have a knife in his left eyebrow. The cheeks are sharp and angular. Although he is young, he looks like he is fifteen or six years old, but he has A soldier's irony.
The silver armor is worn on the body, and it looks even more heroic.
Mu Feng, the son of Mutian, the famous genius of Nanling, the Tianjiao of Mujia, who followed his father in the army since childhood, although he was only fifteen years old, but he is already a genius who has cultivated Zifu and has the strength. The realm has reached the three-dimensional small heaven in the purple house.
Mu Feng clenched his military sword in his hand, accompanied by his father, his eyes revealed the firmness of the same year, and he was fearless in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops.
In Jiuquan City, a middle-aged man wearing a black dragon robes looked indifferently at the bottom, looking at Mutian's back, a little cold smile.
"Mu Tian, ​​who made you stand in the wrong camp, today, no wonder the king is guilty."
The middle-aged man muttered to himself.
"呜~"
The horn of the charge was heard in the opposite army of seven or eight hundred thousand.
"kill!"
The enemy generals roared and suddenly hundreds of thousands of troops rushed in, and the momentum was stunned.
"Front, are you afraid?"
Mu Tian looked at the hundreds of thousands of Pentium troops and asked his son Mu Feng.
"Oh, I am not afraid, I am a Mu family, I am a guardian of the country, I would rather die before I die, never step back."
Mu Feng said with a strong voice.
"Haha, it’s my kindness, brothers, you guys, are you afraid?"
Mu Tian asked again about the 200,000 soldiers behind him.
"Mu Jiajun, no fear of death"
Twenty thousand soldiers were stunned with guns and iron skeletons.
"Good! Whoever commits my country, sin, kill!"
Mu Tian gave a command and shouted.
"kill ~"
Mu Feng shouted and killed, 200,000 Mu Jiajun shouted and killed, and immediately 200,000 horses and horses were killed to hundreds of thousands of people across the street. Although the difference in the number of people is too large, it is enough for one reason to forget their fear. Killing blood.
Born as a soldier, defending the country and defending the country!
Rumble ~!
Suddenly, two steel torrents collided together, and the swordsmanship was resounding through the clouds, and the sound of shouting was loud and loud.
Mu Tian armed with a gun, the body of the golden Wuyuan force like a galloping river, poured into a long gun, a shot stabbed, suddenly dozens of golden guns shot to the opposite side.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Suddenly, dozens of enemy troops were smashed and smashed and died under this trick.
The power of one person can kill thousands of people, and the power of one move can be a hundred troops. This is the strong martial art of Yuan Dan.
"kill!"
Mu Feng armed with a knife and a warrior, pedaling a horse, skipping more than ten meters long distance, and slashing with a knife, suddenly a three-meter-long red knife smashed to a Tianfeng national enemy.
"what!"
The enemy army was smashed into two halves.
Mu Feng fell, stepping on the enemy's war horse, and another knife smashed another enemy soldier's head.
Stepping on the back of the enemy's horse, and jumping back to his horse's back, this army's killing skills, Mu Feng has been very skilled.
Mu Feng is also smart, not leaving his father twenty feet, slashing and killing in the army.
"Wang Ye, do you want to help the general Mu?"
On the wall of Jiuquan City, which is several meters high, a defending city will ask the middle-aged man, Nanhaoguo Prince Nanhao.
"No, no arrows, no eyes, don't accidentally hurt our general Mu."
Nan Hao said with a sneer, this one will wrinkle and not say anything.
The number of Mu Jiajun and the enemy is three or four times different. Although Mu Jiajun is brave and good at fighting, he is not able to compete with the number of people.
After a long war, the Mu Jiajun lost more than half of the war, and there were more than 200,000 enemies. The blood was red and yellow.
In Jiuquan City, there was no faction to support Mu Jiajun.
"Wang Ye, this is not the way to go. Mu Mujun, general of Mu, is brave enough, but the number is too bad. The prince asked me to lead the army to support Mu Jiajun."
A lieutenant general respected Nan Zhong, a middle-aged man wearing a black dragon robes on the wall of Jiuquan City.
"You can't send military support. People are sent out. Who will defend the city?"
Nanhao even refused directly.
This will be ugly, biting his teeth, and looking at the Mu Jiajun who fought under the blood, the heart is not a taste.
Behind the enemy's army, a dragon horse riding on the head of the dragon's horn looked at the battle ahead, and could not help but sigh: "This Mutian, it really is a tiger, but unfortunately was born in the South Lingguo, passed down, full attack, 斩One enemy, reward hundreds of dollars!"
"It's a general!"
A passer-by was ordered to order.
"General, this is not the way to kill, the number of enemy troops is too much, we still retreat to the city, with a favorable position to resist the enemy, and the reinforcements are not too late to die with each other."
A burly man with a blood-stained armor, Mu Tian left his right arm and said.
Mu Tian looked at Mu Jiajun, who had lost more than half of his life, and his tired son, nodded and shouted: "Retreat to the city"
Then Mu Jiajun began to pull back and retreat, and has been evacuated to Jiuquan City.
"The army retreats to defend the city and quickly opens the city gate."
A general lieutenant general Mu Jiajun shouted.
"General, we immediately open the city gate"
The city head will respond to the big drink, it is necessary to go to the opening of the city gate, but then a sword directly cut his head.
Nanhao’s sword killed the Lieutenant General and sneered at the city’s Mu Jiajun:
Can’t withdraw!

"Wang, what do you mean?"
Mu Tian saw this scene as a scorpion, and his anger rose.
"General Mu, you will withdraw, the enemy will inevitably take the opportunity to attack the city, General Mu, please hold on for a while, our army support is coming soon"
Nan Hao looked at the city and sneered.
"I am, mom, Nanhao, you are a mean boy, I think you just want to kill us Mu Jiajun, open the city gate."