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Five hundred and fiftieth chapters on the three cities

If they knew the secret of Daxue Mountain, the consequences would be... Lin Yuanqing spoke slowly.

The old man coughed, and pointed the crutch in his hand at the gap. Suddenly, the gap gradually closed, and thick mist slowly appeared in that place.

Even if they knew it, it wouldn't matter. The old man said solemnly: "I know this well."

Seeing the old man being so decisive, the young man understood that no matter what he said, the old man would not listen.

Qingyuan, you have to understand that killing cannot solve any problems.

After this sparring session with him, haven't you understood why you are lacking in swordsmanship?

Lin Qingyuan thought about the scene of his confrontation with Su Xun, and said with emotion: "It is indeed as Master said, I am far inferior to him."

Master, what level has he reached in the way of swordsmanship? Lin Qingyuan couldn't help but ask.

In the realm of swordsmanship, the old village chief spoke slowly.

Lin Qingyuan frowned and said doubtfully: "But the disciple did not feel any murderous intention from him, nor did he feel any more terrifying aura oppressing him."

The old village chief took a deep look at Lin Qingyuan, sighed in his heart, and said slowly: "Then do you sense murderous intent from me?"

Lin Qingyuan shook his head subconsciously, showing no murderous intent.

Immediately, he seemed to wake up and said immediately: "Disciple understands."

Remember, killing doesn't solve any problems. We just need to defend the Snowy Mountains and everything here.

In Lin Qingyuan's ears, the old man's voice came, but he could no longer be seen.

After the two people left, a faint spiritual consciousness disappeared in the original mist.

Guardian? A smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

Brother Su, why are you laughing? Shu Xiaosong looked at Su Xun and immediately asked in confusion.

Nothing, I just discovered some interesting things about Su Xun.

Brother Luo, how long do we have before we can leave the north? Su Xun asked solemnly.

If everything goes well, you only need to pass through the boundary of the ancient battlefield of the ancient family to enter the hinterland.

That meant passing through the battlefield, and Su Xun felt a chill in his heart.

This is also where we need to be careful before entering the hinterland. There are a large number of monks mixed on the battlefield, and some of these monks are comparable to the level of city lords.

Isn't there a city lord-level powerhouse beside us? Shu Xiaosong glanced at the ice girl and immediately spoke slowly.

A city lord level, Luo Xuan frowned, do you think there is only one strong man at the city lord level on the border? Think of yourself as a human shield, that is an army.

Even if your strength has reached the level of a city lord, facing thousands of troops, there is only one way to die.

We still can't be too careless along the way. Fortunately, we still have to pass through several main cities before we are on the battlefield.

Su Xun couldn't help but ask whether these main cities were guarded by a strong man at the level of a city lord.

Luo Xuan nodded heavily and said: "If there were no monks at the city lord level to take charge, these main cities would have been in chaos long ago."

Su Xun thought about it carefully and realized that it made sense.

The ancient family's control over the city was unique.

Among the main cities in the north of the ancient family, the three cities above are the most prosperous.

The upper three cities are Changyuan City, Chiyan City, and Guangming City in the Northern Territory.

Each of these three cities has its own characteristics. Changyuan City is famous for its strong military, Chiyan City is famous for its elemental ores, and Guangming City is famous for its cargo transportation and business.

However, due to the long-term competitive relationship between these three cities, private fighting has become common for many years.

Although there are no major wars, private fighting kills hundreds of people every year.

It belongs to the frontier fortress, although the ancient family also has regulations prohibiting private fights.

Even so, there are still many people in the upper three cities fighting privately. As a result, the express prohibition of the ancient family has become a piece of paper without much binding force.

Could it be that the ancient family doesn't care about this kind of private fight? Su Xun looked at Luo Xuan with some confusion.

Luo Xuan let out a long sigh and said, "Who says it doesn't matter, but even if the deacons and elders come over, they won't be able to solve any problems."

That's why Shu Xiaosong glanced at Luo Xuan strangely.

Although private fighting has become a trend, the Shangsan Cities are still very harmonious. The most important thing is that the Shangsan Cities provide more than half of the military pay and food for the frontier fortress. This is also the reason why the ancient aristocratic families turned a blind eye.

Then these three cities have become a country within a country, Shu Xiaosong said in a deep voice.

It can be said that Luo Xuan nodded, so after we enter the scope of Shangsan City, we try to cause as little trouble as possible, and even if we see injustice, we should pay less attention to it.

If we get caught up in a private fight, it will not be easy for us. Even if I have the card of the deacon and elder in my hand, it will be difficult to protect you.

All three of them nodded.

Changyuan City, before the four of them arrived at Changyuan City, they already heard the sound of horns outside the city.

Then, there were shouts of killing one after another.

These sounds are inspiring.

Su Xun, who had experience in the battlefield, couldn't help but fall into it.

Just through this powerful shout, Su Xun understood that Changyuan City's powerful army was worthy of its name.

As the four of them gradually approached the main city, the atmosphere of this battlefield made everyone feel a sense of oppression.

Do you know what soldiers in the army rely on to kill the enemy?

Suddenly, a powerful voice came out.

Killing the enemy with a spear, a soldier quickly stepped out and got straight to the point.

What else? The man spoke calmly.

I think that with the long bow, the long bow has a long range and the enemy will be shot to death before they get close.

No, it should be a broadsword. Broadswords are among the most lethal weapons. Another soldier agreed.

Halberd, the halberd is both offensive and defensive.

You can catch them by surprise and attack them unprepared. A soldier stood up again.

Listening to everyone's chattering, the man named the leader said impatiently: "Okay, stop jabbering."

After hearing this, the soldiers did not dare to make any more noise.

That general, how can he kill the enemy? A leading corps commander stood up and asked slowly.

The crushing momentum and morale of the army are more effective than any weapon.

A person's power is limited after all, but the shouting of this battalion can scare the enemy ten miles away.

If more people shout, the enemy army will collapse without a fight.

From now on, each of you will shout "kill" three times to me.

Just when the general finished speaking.

The soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs: "Kill, kill, kill!"

After hearing this, the general said coldly: "Are you women? Are you going into battle to kill the enemy?"

"Shout again!"

Kill, kill, kill!

Then there were three more shouts, each one faster than the other, and each one shorter than the other, but the sounds were surprisingly neat.

Su Xun and others looked at the soldiers in front of the city with some surprise.

This is the first time I have heard of this method of military training.

General, there is someone there. Suddenly, a soldier pointed at four people not far away.
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