Two days later, above the head of Huangyingcheng.

Gu Xianfo was wearing a military weapon specially made for him by the official Xiliang armor, wearing a regular Xiliang sword with a generation of standard Xiliang sword, holding the handle of the knife in one hand and holding it on the tall and thick city head with the other. He looked at the yellow sand in the distance, his eyes were thoughtful.

Seven top spies from the Gu family's white horse's secret shadow stood scattered behind Gu Xianfo, and their sharp eyes were glanced at all the suspicious factors around them.

This is the first time that the secret shadow of the White Horse House has appeared in front of the world. The dress of these spies is somewhat different from what ordinary people think. They are dressed in black from head to toe. From the outside, they don’t have a weapon on them, but the soldiers of the Tuzi Camp beside them have never dared to underestimate the seven Gu family shadows for this reason. Just now, a reckless soldier of the Tuzi Camp bell couldn’t see the way clearly because he was carrying heavy objects. He stumbled within ten feet of the surrounding Gu Xian Buddha. In an instant, the seven black shadows instantly changed from static, with a total of fourteen strange shapes, long or short weapons directly pressed on all the vital points of the soldier’s body. If Gu Xian Buddha had not discovered it in time, the soldiers of the Tuzi Camp might have died on the wall before the war began.

The seven armored soldiers stood on the wall like javelins, silently giving the soldiers guarding the city on the wall an invisible confidence: Even the executioner Gu family, who was murderous, stood with us, can't this Huangying City still defend?

Gu Xianfo shook his neck gently, and a loud arrow shot from the yellow sand in the distance like lightning. In an instant, it crossed three miles and came to Gu Xianfo.

A secret shadow on the left behind Gu Xianfu took two steps to come to Gu Xianfu. He gently stretched his arm and picked the arrow into his hand like a monkey picking peaches. Then he bowed and sent the arrow to Gu Xianfu respectfully.

Only then did everyone see clearly that Gu Jiaying was wearing a thin layer of black gloves on his right hand. This glove looked inconspicuous, but since he could take the arrow with his bare hands without any harm, it was enough to show the extraordinaryness of this glove.

He was the only one of the seven people wearing this glove, which was enough to show two points: one was that the glove was too expensive to be equipped in standard for every spy; the other was that the spy seemed to be responsible for the work of defending hidden weapons and arrows among these seven people, otherwise he would not have brought this glove.

When Gu Xianfo took the arrow, the secret spy bowed quietly and retreated.

When Gu Xianfo saw the arrow, he understood what the Qirong Barbarians meant. He turned around and raised the arrow in his hand toward Huangying City with a strong and sharp-sharp armored soldiers in the Tuzi Camp and shouted loudly: "The soldiers of Tuzi Camp, our Xiliang and Qirong Barbarians are about to fight. Now, Qirong Barbarians have officially challenged us and wanted to have a 'arrow fight' with our Xiliang! This is something that people bullied us. Where is my Xiliang Arcist?!"

In Huangying City, two thousand soldiers of the slaughter camp looked up and shouted loudly: "I wish to fight the Qirong barbarians to the end!"

Gu Xianfo laughed heartily, pulled out the Xiliang sword from his waist with a shiny sound and raised it high: "Ran Ran Lao Qian!"

The two thousand soldiers below and the one thousand soldiers on the top of the city all pulled out the Xiliang sword in an instant, pointing straight to the sky, and responding with a loud promise: "Go to the national crisis together!"

At this moment, the fighting spirit and momentum in Huangying City were ignited by Gu Xianfo's words, and they instantly reached the highest peak. Xiliang had not fought a big battle for so many years, and now the big battle is imminent. The fierceness and fighting spirit of the Xiliang people, who had been slowly fading from the peaceful era, returned to these Xiliang soldiers at this moment.

I only hold the Xiliang sword in this life, and I wish to be the Xiliang soul in this life;

I will wear Xiliang armor in the next life and be a Xiliang man in the next life!

Gu Xianfo returned to the scabbard and asked loudly: "According to the tradition of Qirong, seven people will fight each time, and the two sides will fight arrows one-on-one. Others are not allowed to intervene, regardless of life or death! Any soldier with this skill and is willing to fight for Xiliang!"

As soon as Gu Xianfo finished speaking, there were crowds of soldiers under the city. Soon, a soldier from Xiliang stood up.

"The last general Deng Mancang was born as a hunter. He shot arrows within fifty steps and passed by armor. He is willing to fight for Xiliang!"

"The last general Zheng Dao, a native of Xiliang, shot an arrow within forty steps and passed through the skull. He is willing to fight for Xiliang!"

"The last general Zhu Wen, who joined the army for thirteen years, pierced his armor within 70 steps of archery, is willing to fight to the death of Xiliang!"

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, one by one, walked out of the crowd with his head held high and his chest raised.

After only half a cup of tea, more than 30 Xiliang soldiers with outstanding archery skills came out.

Gu Xianfo laughed and said loudly: "Very good. Everyone is worthy of being my good men in Xiliang. Now we only need seven archers. Now I order that I am the only son at home. Take a step back. If there are brothers who are killed in the Xiliang army, take a step back. If those under the age of twenty, take a step back! It's not that I look down on you, but when you need it in the future, there are still many soldiers left now, come to the city. I will personally beat the drums and cheer for you!"

As soon as Gu Xianfo finished speaking, more than ten Xiliang archers ran towards the city at the same time. Jindao made a gesture to his deputy. The deputy knew it well and took two soldiers to ask these Xiliang archers. He only needed seven archers to fight the arrows, and there were no doubt many of them.

Gu Xianfo turned around and whispered to Jindao: "I will reply to Qirong, and we will respond to the fighting arrows. According to the rules of Qirong Barbarians, as long as we respond to the fighting arrows, then half a cup of tea will pass and the fighting arrows will begin."

The golden sword responded with a loud noise, took the arrow from Gu Xianfo's hand, took the Xiliang big bow handed over by a personal guard beside him, stepped on the battlement, shouted softly, and exerted force on his waist. In a blink of an eye, the entire Xiliang big bow was pulled into the shape of a full moon. The ten-stone big bow in the hands of the golden sword was like a toy in the hands of the golden sword. The golden sword's right hand was slightly relaxed, and the arrow flew to the sky with a sharp sound.

"good!"

Under the city wall, the soldiers of Xiliang who watched this scene burst into cheers involuntarily!

The golden knife put away the Xiliang bow in his hand and returned it to the soldier's hand. He turned around and brought the seven carefully selected Xiliang archers to Gu Xianfo, bowed with a smile and said, "Prince, these seven archers have been selected. They are all carefully selected people from our Tuzi Camp. Three or four of these seven are the last generals to know. There is no archery skills and enough courage. Then we have the special large bow and iron arrows made by our Xiliang to fight the arrows with the Qirong barbarians. Have you ever won or lost!"

Gu Xianfo laughed loudly, looked at these Xiliang archers, but the smile on his face suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!