Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters army goes south
In the evening breeze, a figure floated over.
He was a middle-aged fat man with a pear blossom gun on his back. His eyes were looking straight at Gao Zhi, Liu Liying, Yu Wanning, Chu Yu and other women in the mountain top garden. He felt that all of them were extremely beautiful.
"Senior Brother Lu Qi."
Lin Zhao and Xu Shuo were brothers, so he also respected Lu Qi. He said: "Something happened in the south. I am about to take everyone south. Time is urgent. Please protect the safety of some snow-covered Tianchi."
"Um."
Lu Qi nodded and said: "I am an ascended person and have fought against undefeated inner demons. You must be careful to beware of those inner demon flames."
"good."
Lin Zhao turned around and looked at everyone: "Zhi Zhi, Tang Guangjun, Gu Lingyu, Chen Ben, Yu Wanning, the five of you will go out with me, and the rest will stay to guard the snowy Tianchi. Zhi Zhi, Tang Guangjun raised their swords and went Changming Mountain, hurry!"
"yes!"
Chen Ben and Yu Wanning clasped their fists together.
Chu Yu, Muzhen, Liu Liying, Dongzang and others frowned, but didn't say much. They knew that this battle was by no means ordinary, and Lin Zhao had his own reasons for not leading them.
The next moment, two sword lights rose into the sky from the snow-covered Tianchi, wrapping around the bodies of Lin Zhao, Gu Lingyu, Chen Ben, and Yu Wanning, and headed straight south at an extremely fast speed, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.
"..."
Lu Qi turned around and looked at the backs of everyone, frowning. In fact, he was the most suitable person to go south to face the undefeated inner demon. After all, he was also a Mohist saint who had killed hundreds of undefeated inner demons in the upper realm.
It's a pity that Lu Qi has another important responsibility, which is to stay in the snowy Tianchi.
Lu Qi was in the Snowy Tianchi, and the upper five realm monsters on the Panyun Mountain side might not dare to act rashly. But if Lu Qi was not here, the result might be different. Those monster monks might make a desperate move to destroy the Snowy Tianchi. This thorn in the side was eliminated in one fell swoop.
Jianshan.
In the middle of the night, Xu Shuo, a Mohist monk in a gray gown, stood up. He turned around and looked at the retreating figures of Lin Zhao, Zhi Zhi, Gu Lingyu and others, feeling quite emotional in his heart.
If I were still in the Twelfth Realm, I might be able to go south together and contribute to the world of the human race. It's a pity that now I am only in the Fifth Realm, and I have to drag Senior Brother Lu Qi here with me.
Wash the Jianjiang River.
In the middle of the night, golden water suddenly shimmered on the river. In the water, a tall River Goddess was wearing a golden armor, with a golden cloak behind her trailing a river of water. She stood on the river, looking up at the sky flying by. Two sword lights passed by.
Xiao Zhaonan went down to face the undefeated inner demon.
Lin Xingchu frowned, feeling both uneasy and relieved at the same time. The uneasy thing was that Xiao Zhao might have to face such a transcendent and terrifying existence, but the gratifying thing was that Lin Zhao never hesitated and still led everyone south without hesitation.
Now, all Lin Xingchu can do is pray for him in Xijianjiang, hoping that the good son of the Lin family will have a safe life and will never be homeless again.
Fusu Great Wall.
Lin Wanhua, who was dressed in white and outsmarted the snow, stood on the top of the city, frowning at the two blazing sword lights dragging past in the sky. Knowing that it was Zhi Zhi and Tang Guangjun's sword, Lin Zhao immediately went south.
Lin Wanhua looked back and watched everyone leave.
She felt very sad and wished she could pick up the sword and follow him.
Xie Yiying, what a good human swordsman she was. She treated everyone harmoniously, and the disciples she brought out were all leaders of the younger generation of the human race. However, she was killed in the Southern Wilderness.
Self-destruction of the sword's heart was the most tragic way for a swordsman to die, and she chose this choice.
Before she died, Xie Yiying must have had a lot of unwillingness in her heart, right?
Lin Wanhua frowned, Xie Yiying and Xie Jianxian shouldn't have ended like this.
As for herself, as the strongest swordsman in the human race and a dignified thirteenth realm, she could only use the Fusu Great Wall as a prison, where she served as the first sword in the northern region of the human race to prevent the four northern tribes from going south.
However, if her sword remains unsheathed for too long, it will rust.
She looked at the sky, her beautiful eyes saw through the clouds, and looked at Lin Zhao's back in white. In fact, as long as he said a word, Lin Wanhua could ignore the orders of the Confucian Wenlin, the military ancestral family, and the Taoist ancestral family, and follow her alone.
What if he goes to meet the undefeated inner demon for a while?
…
At dawn.
One after another, figures arrived at Changming Mountain. They were the three thousand warriors from Wuzhen Tower and the more than one thousand warrior disciples from Tiefu Mountain. They all fell to the ground from the wind, and the surging true energy all over their bodies joined together, and they all moved toward the person in the wind.
The ancestor of the Five Mountains asked about boxing.
For a moment, fists exploded one after another, and the tops of Changming Mountain were about to be flattened in the blink of an eye.
"call--"
Long Dongjun punched the two immortal mountains with a fierce fist, and his body was immediately shocked and he retreated repeatedly. He felt as if his fists were about to break into pieces, and an inexplicable severe pain enveloped his heart.
What's even more terrible is that wisps of purple flames spread along the fairy mountain to his arms, which are the omnipresent erosion of the undefeated inner demon's flames.
Long Dongjun frowned, looking at the bodies of Tiefu Mountain disciples that exploded into a shower of blood one after another in the wind, feeling angry and helpless in his heart.
Facts have proved that the fighting power of this ancestor of the Five Mountains is truly terrifying.
"Peng!"
With a loud noise, after taking a punch from the ancestor of the Five Mountains who contained the power of the incomplete throne, Lu Fengxian spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell into the mountain forest, and the flames of demons and demons spread all over his body.
"Shuai Lu, are you okay?!" Long Dongjun asked hurriedly.
"fine!"
Lu Fengxian stood up, his arms were obviously bloody and torn apart by the flames of the Invincible Heart Demon, but he still looked like he was fine, and the rebirth energy in his body continued to surge, repairing the injured body.
In fact, there are really not many warriors in the world who can withstand the flames of the inner demon. Only those in the realm of rebirth have this background.
The body burned by the flames of the inner demon can be reborn in the blink of an eye, and can continue to live with a breath of true energy. Only a martial artist in the rebirth realm can do this.
However, Lu Fengxian is old after all, and his rebirth state is far less stable than Long Dongjun.
Long Dongjun is the master of Tiefu Mountain and the inheritor of the nine styles of Nirvana Fist. In addition, he is relatively young, so he is more durable.
In terms of combat power, Long Dongjun and Lu Fengxian are both in the rebirth realm, but Lu Fengxian's combat power is inferior. This is something that even he himself has to admit.
In the wind, several more bodies of the female Sword Immortal from Changming Mountain were wiped out by the fairy mountain into a rain of blood, resulting in heavy losses.
"Everyone from Changming Mountain, please retreat!"
Long Dongjun soared into the sky and performed the ninth form of the Nirvana Fist. He was immediately bathed in the flames of Phoenix Nirvana. He looked like a god of death. He frowned and said, "You have already suffered too many losses. Leave the rest to us."
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In fact, he felt a little guilty in his heart. After all, he came too late. Changming Mountain lost an eleventh-level female swordsman, and the Galaxy level also suffered a lot. After all, this matter was a bit unfair to Lin Zhao.
However, when his manpower is finally exhausted, he, Long Dongjun, has actually tried his best. If he tries harder, he will only die quickly.
At this time, the strength of Long Dongjun and Lu Fengxian's Qi is far less than before. If they continue to fight, the rebirth realm will also be exhausted, and they will reach the point where they can no longer be reborn.
…
Dawn, Baidi City.
A blazing fist appeared from the north like thunder in the sky above Baidi City. Li Chunyang, dressed in military armor and with his sword eyebrows furrowed, returned to the capital in the middle of the night and strode into the Qinzheng Hall.
In addition, there was also a powerful fist coming from the south. The man was also wearing the military armor of Da Sima, one of the three princes. It was Wen Hao who was the Da Yue, and he also came after hearing the news.
At this time, the lights in Qinzheng Hall were brightly lit.
The young Human Emperor Zhao Jingheng was wearing a Confucian gown. He didn't even have time to put on the dragon robe. He stood upright in front of the dragon chair and looked at the people under the golden steps with a pair of anxious eyes.
After Li Chunyang and Wen Hao stepped into the hall together, several golden-armored forest guards closed the door, and some warmth suddenly returned to the hall.
Wen Hao frowned, almost all the people who were supposed to come came.
Her Royal Highness Princess Zhao Shutong, Chief Executive Li Chunyang, Juyang Gong Lin Yan, Left Prime Minister Xu Dianchen, Right Prime Minister Zhang Buting, as well as Jinan King Zhao Qiyang, Queen Mother He, etc., half of the Great Shang Dynasty are here.
"There is no need to say any more common courtesy."
Zhao Jingheng frowned and said: "Everyone, I have just received a letter from Feiyu from Commander Chen Xi. Meng Rong, the Barbarian King of the Southern Wilderness, has gathered troops from dozens of tribes and is rapidly approaching Yumen Pass with a total force of nearly 400,000. Now most of them have passed through Mingyue Gorge.
Already."
His eyes were stern: "If these 400,000 barbarian cavalry really enter Furong Prefecture, the southern world of our Great Shang Dynasty will be over."
"His Majesty."
Zhao Shutong frowned lightly and said: "The matter is far more than that. The same drastic changes happened on the mountain. A Fourteenth Realm man who claimed to be the ancestor of the Five Mountains led the army northward. The Lingyan Sword Sect's Twelfth Realm Sword Immortal Xie Yiying has already fought.
After dying in the world, Su Qingjiu from Changming Mountain went to fight, but his whereabouts are now unknown."
Zhao Jingheng gritted his teeth and said: "There are currently only 30,000 Cangnan cavalry at Yumen Pass. It will take time for Commander Chen Xi to mobilize troops from the north to the south. Can you guys discuss what to do?"
Right Prime Minister Zhang Buting said solemnly: "Your Majesty, neither the affairs on the mountain nor the matters below the mountain can be abandoned."
"Zhang Aiqing, please speak clearly."
"yes."
Zhang Buting said solemnly: "On the mountain, there are monks on the mountain who are going to resist. As for the victory or defeat, it is definitely not something that we, the Shang Dynasty, can control. What we can control is that we must not lose this battle at the bottom of the mountain."
He frowned: "Otherwise, if you lose at the bottom of the mountain, it will be useless if you win on the top. A disaster will still come."
"knew."
Zhao Jingheng looked at Zhao Qiyang and said, "Uncle Emperor, what do you say?"
Zhao Qiyang said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, it is too late for Northern Commander Li Chunyang to mobilize troops from the north to the south. Now our Great Shang Dynasty has an army of 300,000 in Furong Prefecture. Including the border troops, there are nearly 500,000.
The army can be called upon."
He glanced at Wen Hao and said, "Why don't Wen Hao, the commander-in-chief, immediately hold the tiger talisman and go south, sooner rather than later. Tomorrow morning he can lead an army of 500,000 people south, and the cavalry can reach Yumen Pass in half a day."
"good!"
Zhao Jingheng stood up and said: "Wen Aiqing, are you willing to lead an army to rescue Yumen Pass? The life and death of Commander Chen Xi depends on you alone."
Wen Hao immediately knelt down and clasped his fists: "Your Majesty, I will definitely fulfill my mission and repel the 400,000 barbarian cavalry!"
"good."
Zhao Jingheng looked at Li Chunyang and said: "Dazhi Ge, you should also lead a strong force southward as a backup in case of any danger."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Li Chunyang knelt on the ground with a complicated look on his face. This chapter has been completed!
