Big Moon Ballad

Suman gave the order, and all the Xirong cavalry immediately tensed up.

Now that the White Wolf King is dead, Suman has become the de facto spiritual leader of Xirong.

The instructions of the clan chief must be carried out, but the king's army is all waiting for the order from their respective King Zhai as to where to attack.

The royal troops crowded and dispersed, revealing the faces of King Dazhai and King Erzhai that were stiffened by the cold wind.

Chun Yuyi and Chun Yuhe still haven't figured out the situation. They were busy fighting for the throne, but everything was suddenly interrupted when a woman appeared on the battlefield.

Just ask, is this throne still up for grabs?

Chunyu Yi is quite old. He has experienced the era when the White Wolf Royal Court was suppressed and beaten by the Great Qin cavalry, and he knows the weight of the title of Shao Si Ming.

But eight years ago, he was just a prince who was not taken seriously. Because his level was too low, he never had his turn to appear on the frontal battlefield. He had never seen with his own eyes the rumored pair of extremely evil master and disciple.

In his childhood imagination, if he could get along in a military camp full of men, the master and apprentice must both look like thick and thick shrews.

He didn't understand. How could this fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl in front of him be Shao Siming?

The age and appearance don't match up.

Looking at the reaction of the old patriarch, is it still true?

But that's not important, what's important is his throne.

"Ancestor, can we still pursue the leader of the rebel army?"

Chunyu Yi still remembered that Suman had said that whoever captured the leader of the rebel army would support him as the White Wolf King, so he turned to Suman and asked loudly.

Suman's always indifferent face showed displeasure for the first time.

"idiot."

"Those two people are working together, can't you see?"

"Together?"

Being scolded like this in public, Chun Yuyi couldn't stand it. He cursed and whipped his horse whip, "Anyway, they are just guys looking for death. Just kill them and that's it."

"My sons, follow me!"

There was a fire in Chun Yuyi's belly, and he raised his saber and pointed it at Ying Baoyue in the crowd, "There is a dancer missing in my tent, catch this girl!"

"Order!"

King Dazhai's army fought all day long, and the targets of their attacks kept changing. They were all dizzy. When they heard the order, they could only gather their strength and rush towards Ying Baoyue who was surrounded by Chun Yutan and Zhao Guang's troops.

On the other side, Chun Yuhe watched the conversation between Su Man and Chun Yuyi. Knowing that the woman in red was now the most serious problem in his ancestor's heart, he had already rushed in the direction of Zhao Guang and others with his elite troops.

The nobles of Xirong were also gearing up. After Ying Baoyue's voice spread throughout the White Wolf Royal Court, many nobles who had been sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight came out of their hiding places.

The auras of new practitioners are constantly emerging from all directions.

At this time, the rebels stumbled and gathered near the armies of King Shi Zhai and King Eleven Zhai. More than half of their personnel were lost, their morale was greatly reduced, and everyone was scarred, like a group of beggars in embarrassment.

Looking at the enemies coming from all directions, Zhao Guang's hair was about to explode.

The scene in front of me was like a pack of wolves attacking a pack of sheep hiding under the legs of a horse.

They are sheep.

Or a group of sheep stranded on an island.

Ying Baoyue's voice attracted everyone's attention. New practitioners and cavalry were constantly pouring out of the White Wolf Court, but he and Chun Yutan had already pulled out all the cavalry. They are isolated and helpless, and there is a constant supply of people on the opposite side.

Zhao Guang wanted to take people to escape, but there was nowhere to escape.

The enemy did not give him a chance to escape.

"Zhao Guang!"

Chun Yupan's roar came from the wind, and the Eleventh King's Army was in a tragic situation. Chun Yuyi and Chun Yuhe seemed to have noticed that the defense on Chun Yutan's side was relatively weak, and concentrated their forces to attack in his direction. Chunyu Tan was beaten so hard that he could not lift his head, and kept approaching him.

"You should think of something, I can't hold it any longer!"

Chun Yutan's armor was spattered with blood, and as King Zhai, he joined the battlefield with his personal guards. The Eleventh Royal Court is far away from Jiankun and rarely participates in large-scale hunting. Its combat effectiveness is not high. In addition, the troops of King Dazhai and King Erzhai are in high morale to help their King Zhai fight for the throne. His subordinates do not have this The target was completely unable to withstand the attack.

"I have no way!"

Zhao Guang turned his head to avoid a cold arrow. Ji Ange had already retreated into the carriage under the protection of his personal bodyguards. With no bodyguard around him, he started to kill in embarrassment.

Ying Baoyue was on his side, and there were the most Xirong practitioners attacking his side. Under the pressure of the Ying Baoyue heaven-level cultivator, at least there was no scene of the cultivator killing a group of people with one sword, but without the help of Baili Celing's rebel army, he would not be able to withstand it.

"Hug the moon!"

Zhao Guang resisted in a panic while trying to get closer to Ying Baoyue who was riding a horse. Baili Celing gave up his mount to her and dismounted to fight.

Ying Baoyue sat on the horse with her sword in hand. Under the pressure of Zhenyuan, ordinary cavalry could not get close to her. There was an open space several feet away beside her.

She seemed completely motionless, but her eyes kept resting on the two Heavenly Orders outside the king's tent in the distance.

Apart from suppressing the practitioner's true energy, she did not take any action. But Zhao Guang didn't dare to disturb her anymore. He knew that Ying Baoyue was on guard against the two heaven-level practitioners in Xirong.

But he and Chun Yutan's troops could no longer hold on any longer, so they had no choice but to ask Ying Baoyue for help.

The lack of morale on their side was one thing, but more importantly, they were surrounded and lacked high-level practitioners to help them fight, so they were at a loss when it came to fighting.

The reason why they became the target of public criticism could not be said by Ying Baoyue that it had nothing to do with it.

Zhao Guang squeezed to Ying Baoyue's side and found that he could enter the range around Ying Baoyue.

"Sorry," Ying Baoyue noticed Zhao Guang's approach and glanced at him, "There are too many opponents today."

Zhao Guang's back felt cold, and he realized that Ying Baoyue might still be facing many opponents that he was unaware of.

The name Shao Siming was really scary. Just saying it in public attracted so many powerful people to spy on him.

"Baoyue, why did you choose this time to reveal your identity?" Zhao Guang finally couldn't help complaining, "Don't you know how dangerous your identity is?"

It really put her and the people around her in danger.

"I'm sorry," Ying Baoyue said with a trace of apology in her eyes, but without any remorse, "I know this is dangerous, and I don't want to say it if I can."

There were emotions in her eyes that Zhao Guang couldn't understand, "It's just that if I don't tell them, they won't come."

"Them?" Zhao Guang was stunned, "Who?"

Ying Baoyue looked in the direction of the White Wolf Royal Court and whispered, "Look, they are coming."

Zhao Guang looked in the direction of her gaze, his pupils shrinking little by little.

There was a sudden commotion at the rear of the First Royal Court and Second Royal Court royal troops.