After Wang Jian's short connection collapsed, it seemed that his entire body had turned into a sword. Not only that, with him as the center, a tornado sweeping across the yellow sand slowly took shape.
Ye Hao raised his sword with both hands, and nine phoenixes waving fiery red wings kept spinning behind him, as if they wanted to flap their wings and scream in mourning.
"Wang Jian, one move determines the outcome."
Wang Jian's face was calm and he said: "Who said I would decide victory or defeat with one strike against you? I would decide life or death with one strike against you."
"The path I have chosen, even if I am kneeling, I will continue to walk on it. The sword is coming, collapsing, and shattering."
When the last word was spoken, the giant tornado was suddenly lifted up by Wang Jian with one hand, like a sharp sword, with the tip pointed directly at Ye Hao.
Ye Hao simplified his wrist, pointed the sword tip at Wang Jian, and then the nine-headed fire phoenix roared out.
"Jianjiu, Fengwu, Jiutian!"
"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for using the ninth sword technique of Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens, and I will be rewarded with a set of sword manuals for the arrival of the Sword Immortal."
boom!
Nine fire phoenixes collided with the huge tornado, wind and fire intersected, and a brilliant lotus transformed from spiritual power bloomed in the sky.
After three breaths, the spiritual power bloomed by the nine fire phoenixes had overwhelmed the tornado and rushed straight towards Wang Jian.
Ye Hao frowned slightly, holding the arm holding the Wu Dao Sword and trying to withdraw it forcefully, when suddenly a figure rushed over, and then the Wu Dao Sword penetrated the man's chest.
Ye Hao looked at the familiar figure in front of him and sighed: "Oh, why are you doing this?"
"If your skills are not as good as those of others, it is not a pity to die, cough cough." Wang Jian coughed twice, feeling a little weak.
"Is there anything you want me to bring to him?"
"Just say, I don't blame him. The road he took is a sunny avenue. Keep going and don't look back."
"good."
Ye Hao let go of Wudao Jian, hugged Wang Jian, and remained silent.
Wang Jian raised his arm with some difficulty, trying to take the wine bottle, but missed it, and smiled bitterly: "Haha, in this life, just live..."
Ye Hao stretched out his right hand and brushed it gently from Wang Jian's face, then took back the Wu Dao sword, carried Wang Jian on his back, and walked towards the distant mountains, while Tuntian, who was inexplicably sad, silently followed Ye Hao's feet.
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High in the mountains, in the camp.
Yu Shaoqiu seemed to have something in his heart. He looked at the deserted desert not far away with a sad expression on his face.
Seeing this, Hu Sanniang on the side asked: "General Yu, what's wrong? Why are you feeling sad?"
"It's nothing." Yu Shaoqiu withdrew his thoughts, focused on the battle situation, and said: "We have survived two waves of attacks, and it is estimated that the next one will be a general attack."
"I heard that Qing Yunzhi's troops are less than ten miles away from here. As long as we hold on to the last general attack, victory will definitely belong to us." Ye Yiyi said inspiringly.
"But where do we have the manpower to defend this counterattack?" Hu Yanzhuo said a little uneasily: "We have a thousand people, more than 600 people died, more than a hundred people were injured, and only about 200 people are still able to fight.
How to keep it?"
"Haha, who said there is no one? There is."
A burst of hearty laughter came, and Zhou Tong walked in with a smile on his face.
"Zhou Tong, what do you mean by what you just said?" Feng Xue asked in confusion.
"Tianyuan New City has sent an additional 500 people to us. All the eighth-level Spirit Emperors will definitely be able to hold on this time."
"Where did so many people come from?" Hu Sanniang was puzzled.
Yu Shaoqiu knew it, and explained: "It seems that it is the elixir given by the young emperor."
"Then how did you bring people here? Wasn't this place blocked by Yuelun's people?" Qiandan Patriarch was puzzled.
"As General Yu said, the enemy was preparing for a general attack and gathered everyone in one place, so I secretly took them up the mountain." Zhou Tong explained to everyone.
"Very good. Now we have 700 people who can fight. Let's start the deployment. We must survive this last attack."
Yu Shaoqiu gave orders and everyone started to get busy again.
At the foot of the mountain.
Lin Yi slapped Lin Xue's fair face with a whip.
Burning pain spread throughout his body, but Lin Xue did not dare to move or raise his head, and knelt on the ground silently.
Lin Feng looked at Lin Xue who was being whipped, with a sad look on his face. He wanted to persuade him but didn't dare. On the other hand, Lin Yue looked like he was gloating about his misfortune.
"Tell me about you. Five thousand people can't even take down one thousand people. What do you do for food?"
Snap!
Lin Yi, who was condescending, swung his whip directly on Lin Xue's frail body who had taken off her shirt, revealing a bloodstain on her white coat.
Lin Xue whispered: "This minister is incompetent, please ask the general to punish him."
Bang! Another whip.
"Forget it if you can't beat him, but let Lin Hua's head hang on top of that camp, you loser!"
Bang bang bang!
He whipped the whip several more times, and Lin Xue's white coat was covered with red blood stains, and cold sweat continued on his forehead. Even so, Ji Yi was still angry.
"General, this cannot be entirely our fault. Yu Shaoqiu defected to the enemy and treason. He is proficient in spiritual formations, so we suffered heavy losses."
"What did you say!"
Lin Yi was furious, strangled Lin Xuexue's white neck with a whip, and asked: "Did you see Yu Shaoqiu? Are you serious about this?"
"I dare not deceive you."
Lin Yi retracted the whip and thought thoughtfully. Lin Xue held the bloody neck, not daring to breathe.
Lin Yi thought in his mind: "It's impossible. I asked my second uncle to kill Yu Shaoqiu. How could Yu Shaoqiu come back? Could it be that my second uncle missed it? It doesn't make sense. My second uncle is the third level of the Spirit Emperor."
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At this time, a general came to Lin Yi and whispered: "General Lin, please ask the general and the second head of the Lin family to take action now."
Lin Yi coughed and said: "My second uncle has his own affairs to be busy with. I'm not here. Where is Wang Jian? Has he come back after he went out?"
"No."
"Bah, it's really unreliable. He has the same virtue as his apprentice." Lin Yi looked at the mountain with sinister eyes and whispered: "It's okay, we can win without the strong Ling Emperor. Pass my military order and rest for half an hour.
Then follow me to attack."
"yes!"
"General Lin, what about Lin Xue?" Lin Feng asked bravely.
Ji Yi waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of here, get out of here, it makes me upset just looking at it."
Lin Feng quickly stepped forward and helped Lin Xue down.
…
On the high mountain camp, a figure suddenly appeared.
After receiving the news, Yu Shaoqiu, Hu Sanniang and others rushed over and took a closer look. Some were sad and some were happy.
Sanniang and others came out of the camp and brought the figure in. Everyone had smiles on their faces, except Yu Shaoqiu who looked sad.
Because he saw a corpse, that was the corpse of his master.
Ye Hao patted Yu Shaoqiu's shoulder gently and said softly: "I tried my best."
Yu Shaoqiu sat numbly on the ground, holding the corpse in his arms, tears welling up in his eyes and never flowing out.
Ye Hao stood among the crowd and said softly: "I'm back, Tianyuan, it's time to counterattack!" (To be continued)