The arrogant little Yang Wang finally howled out these words.
He was defeated, and he was also scared. He was scared because he was beaten by Zhao Yun. He was already crazy enough. He never thought that that guy was even crazier. He was risking his life since the war started.
His words are still so effective.
After giving the order, a large number of soldiers rushed forward.
In addition, the guards of the Yang Mansion abandoned their opponents and returned to the aid of King Yang.
"Where to go."
The martial arts masters on Zhao Yun's side immediately pressed forward.
The Imperial City Army also descended from the mountain like fierce tigers, killing the rebels and turning them upside down.
"help me."
King Xiao Yang's roar had a hint of wailing.
At this moment, he no longer had a condescending attitude, he was just like a lost dog, with disheveled hair, stumbling back. Although he still had the strength to fight, his state of mind was on the verge of collapse.
"Take your life."
Zhao Yun's eyes were red and his body was covered in blood.
Compared to King Xiao Yang, his madness can only be sustained in one breath. Even though he has been wounded all over, he is still fighting without risking his own life.
Kill, he must kill King Xiao Yang.
One commander is worth thousands of troops.
"Stop him for me."
King Xiao Yang was still retreating. As he retreated, he pushed the soldiers beside him forward.
For the commander to do what he did, it would really damage morale.
As a result, the soldiers who rushed forward showed signs of losing their armor.
For this reason, they all gave themselves a good reason:
The commander-in-chief has given up, and there is no shame in them giving up even once.
Once this thought occurs, the situation becomes out of control.
King Xiao Yang is retreating, and his bodyguards are also retreating.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."
Zhao Yun came, carrying a scroll full of blood-stained evil spirits.
He also looks scary, like a Shura that emerged from the Nine Netherworld.
No one dared to stand up to him, and no one dared to look directly into his eyes, because deep in his eyes, there was hidden the power that could sweep through thousands of armies. That was the killing intent engraved in his soul, invisible and formless.
, but it is frightening.
Zheng!
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br> Zhao Yun waved the Qinghong Sword, and the sword energy roared.
Immediately, a group of figures were seen falling to the ground, screaming in agony.
And he stepped on the corpse, bathed in the rain of blood, and flew past.
hiss.!
Little Yang Wang was not stupid, he turned over and jumped on the horse.
No one knew how much force he used to swing the whip. All they knew was that the horse under him galloped as fast as the wind and ran away desperately.
"Where to go."
Zhao Yun came after him, and when he passed by a place, he pulled out a spear stuck in the ground, aimed at King Xiao Yang's horse, and threw it over.
Buzz!
The spear buzzed, like a thunderbolt piercing the air.
When the gun arrives, blood bursts out, and the war horse falls to the ground.
The one who was in such a state of embarrassment was Little Yang Wang, who flew out completely.
Just like that, he still didn't change his original intention and ran away rolling and crawling.
This scene was a devastating blow to the rebels.
Previously, they just had the idea of discarding their armor.
Now!. This thought has really been put into action.
Looking down from the sky, the black figures are like an ebbing tide, completely defeated.
kill!
The morale of the rebels was low, but the fighting spirit of the imperial army was burning like fire.
The battle situation, at this moment, changed drastically. The rebels were defeated in the front, and the imperial army was chasing after them. Especially the brave and unparalleled cavalry, they pressed past and were ruthlessly harvested.
ah.!
The vast earth is not hell, but it is better than hell.
The shrill screams spread in all directions, no more than the wail of a ghost.
The shouting of killing didn’t know when it would stop.
The imperial city army won a great victory, chasing the rebels for more than a hundred miles, killing tens of thousands of enemies, and leaving corpses everywhere in the fields.
King Xiao Yang was defeated and fled south in panic with his remaining soldiers and defeated generals.
Even if he was running away, his howl would reverberate throughout the sky and the earth.
, full of unwillingness and anger.
His father gave him an elite force, but he suffered a huge defeat.
Defeated, defeated, suffered heavy casualties, and nearly the entire army was wiped out.
He regretted that he was too arrogant and thought he had everything under control, leading to missed opportunities.
One careless move and you lose everything.
This is a bloody lesson.
"Zhao Zilong."
"Li Zhaoyang."
He had a ferocious look on his face and let out a low growl through gritted teeth.
It's not over, this matter is not over.
Victory or defeat is standard issue.
When he regroups his army and makes a comeback, one day he will surely defeat the Tang Dynasty.
The dark night finally reflected the first red glow in the east and gradually dispersed.
What remains is the gunpowder smoke and the blood mist flying into the air.
The imperial army stopped, either to heal their wounds, to support each other, or to clean the battlefield. They were exhausted.
They defeated the many with less. In this battle, they did not disgrace the Tang Dynasty's reputation.
Naturally, every victory was won with blood.
Ten thousand imperial city troops came out of the pass, but there were less than three thousand fighting.
"Mr. Ge."
Li Zhaoyang's scream was choked with sobs.
The white-haired middle-aged man, her personal bodyguard, fell down.
No matter how she called, there was no reply.
Also fallen was the old donkey, who had no breath at all.
Ye Banxian's calculation was accurate. The two of them were afraid of death.
Today, the hexagram came true, and two top martial arts masters fell on the battlefield.
Why!
The Imperial City Army lamented a lot, and the martial arts people also felt sad.
When will this arena and this world stop seeing blood?
"Zhao Zilong."
In a corner of the battlefield, the Seven Sons of Cloud surrounded Zhao Yun again.
The top civil and military scholar of the Tang Dynasty also fell. His body was full of blood, his breath was sluggish, and the damn blood poison was devouring his vitality crazily.
"It's so chaotic."
Yun Lan worked hard despite her injuries and tried her best to help Zhao Yun suppress the blood poison.
Other masters also instilled internal strength to protect his heart.
But having said that, if this kid hadn't acted recklessly, the battle between them and the rebels would still be going on right now, and they might both suffer losses, or they might end up defeated.
"His life is really tough."
After a long time, the Seven Sons in the Cloud murmured.
Alive, this kid has come back from the gate of hell.
They couldn't believe it! With such powerful blood poison, such severe injuries, coupled with the continuous battles, it was truly a miracle that he was still alive.
After being amazed, their eyes became filled with worry.
His life was saved, but his foundation was destroyed a lot.
The most disgusting thing is the blood poison, which has filled the limbs, bones, internal organs, and meridians. Even if an antidote is found at this moment, it will be difficult to turn things around.
"Are you jealous of talents?"
Xuanji holds a Bagua disk and makes calculations with his fingers.
After calculating and calculating, he just fell into it.
Zhao Yun's fate cannot be calculated by anyone.
But he fell into the pit in a daze and almost ascended to heaven on the spot.
However, his words are true, he is a unique genius! He has extraordinary bones and extraordinary physique, and he can create legends whether he is studying literature or practicing martial arts.
Unfortunately, this kind of talent has a bad fate.
He is destined to suffer in pain for the rest of his life.
Reflecting the light of the morning sun, the Imperial City Army embarked on its return journey.
In the carriage, Zhao Yun was lying there quietly, his face was pale, not a trace of red, except for the black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth again and again.
"Blood poison."
Li Zhaoyang was also there, hugging him and crying silently.
The legendary poison is gradually killing an unparalleled genius.
She hates separation between life and death, but in the current situation, she is performing this play like a joke, which makes people feel heartbroken.
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During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish everyone good health and all the best.