Xuanjia Fentian

The setting sun is like blood, soaking the desert in the western border. Xiao Jin leaned on the broken spear and half-knelt in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The black armor was broken and dyed dark red, and a deep bone-deep wound spread from the shoulder blade to the side of the waist. The skin and flesh were everted and oozing with dark brown blood - that was the trace left by the poison-quenched scimitar of the northern barbarians. The wind carried gravel and blew across his angular face, but he almost ran out of energy to blink. At the end of the line of sight, the royal flag of the Northern Barbarians roared, and Khan Bafeng's wild laughter penetrated the din of the fighting, harsh as a poisoned arrow. "Xiao Jin! Your Daxia cavalry is nothing more than that!" Ba Feng's black horse approached slowly with broken steps. The scimitar in his hand reflected the setting sun, and the cold light was harsh. "Your father has long since abandoned you and surrendered. I will make you the King of the North!" Xiao Jin felt a sweet taste in his throat, and he raised his head suddenly, his scarlet eyes filled with overwhelming anger and unwillingness. Three days ago, he led 30,000 black armored cavalry to rescue Yumen Pass, but he did not want to be ambushed. What makes him even more frightened is that the reinforcements that were supposed to be sent have not arrived for a long time - is it the conspiracy of the court or the suspicion of his father? He didn't know and didn't have time to think about it. "Surrender?" Xiao Jin chuckled, hoarsely, but with the arrogance of looking down on the world, "I, a Daxia man, have strong bones!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly tightened his grip on the spear, and his remaining left arm burst out with astonishing strength. His whole body was like an arrow off the string, rushing toward Ba Feng! A trace of shock flashed in Ba Feng's eyes, and then turned into cruel killing intent. He swung his sword to meet him, and the scimitar collided with the spear, making a deafening sound of gold and iron. "Seeking death!" The blade cut through the air, with a roar of death, and slashed towards Xiao Jin's neck. At this moment, a sudden change occurred. In Xiao Jin's arms, a simple bronze token suddenly glowed, and the warm air flowed along his meridians, instantly dispelling the fatigue and toxins in his limbs. It was a token he got by chance when he was young. It had been normal for many years, but at this moment it exploded with unimaginable power. A majestic martial arts energy exploded from his body! "Qiang——" Ba Feng's scimitar was so shocked that it flew out of his hand! Xiao Jin's eyes flashed with light, and his spear swept across, bringing up a shower of blood. The Northern Barbarian cavalry screamed and retreated, but were knocked off their feet by the invisible force. He moved forward step by step, and with each step he took, the ground shook slightly. Under the broken black armor, the muscles stretched and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. "I said, Daxia's bones are hard." Xiao Jin's voice, calm but with unquestionable majesty, resounded throughout the Gobi. Ba Feng's face turned pale. He had never seen such terrifying power. He screamed: "Kill him! Kill him quickly!" The Northern Barbarian cavalry came like a tide, but they were like moths flying into the flame. The spear in Xiao Jin's hand seemed to turn into a swimming dragon. The spear came out like a dragon, piercing the chest, flying the head, cutting off the limbs... Wherever he passed, blood flowed like a river, and corpses lay everywhere. The setting sun completely sank into the horizon, and night fell. Xiao Jin was the only one left on the Gobi, standing with a gun. The royal flag of the Northern Barbarians was knocked down by him with one shot and was trampled under his feet. In the distance, the familiar sound of horse hooves finally came. The leading general got off his horse and knelt on the ground, his voice choked with sobs: "Your Highness! The end will come later!" Xiao Jin looked at the Daxia military flags all over the mountains and plains, then looked down at the bronze token in his palm, his eyes dark. The ambush at Yumenguan, the intrigues in the court, the suspicion of the father... All of this is just the beginning. He, Xiao Jin, has crawled back from hell, and he wants to take charge of this world, smooth out this troubled world, protect the mountains and rivers of the Great Xia, and keep the peace of the people for the rest of their lives! The night wind howled, rolling up his blood-stained robe and making a hunting sound. His legend has just begun. Purpose: fictional history