Honghuang: I, Haotian, will never abdicate

Chapter 114 Beihai, God's Pestle Attacks, Wen Zhong's Miserable Defeat
"Haha, congratulations." Taoist Mosquito laughed.

Mosquito Taoist was originally the incarnation of Haotian, now that Mosquito Taoist has been promoted to quasi-sage, and his understanding of the law of devouring has deepened, which will naturally be fed back to Haotian. At this time, Haotian's understanding of the law of devouring has also reached the level of quasi-sage.

Haotian took out the jade talisman and handed it to Taoist Mosquito.

Mosquito Taoist looked at the jade talisman and immediately understood what it was, and said with a smile: "Thank you for thinking about it."

"What should I do next?" Haotian asked with a smile, looking north.

Taoist Mosquito said nothing, but looked in the direction of Beihai.

The two smiled and reached an agreement. The next step was to go to the North Sea.

North Sea.

Wen Zhong's army marched to Beihai to encircle and suppress Yuan Futong's rebellion.

Wen Zhong led the [-] troops of the Great Merchants to confront the Beihai Yuan Futong's troops in front of the battle, and the two armies confronted each other!

I saw Wen Zhong riding a dark green unicorn, holding a male and a female whip, three eyes on his head, and a magical power in the middle, with a white light of several inches.

"Yuan Futong, you know the Grand Master!" Wen Zhong said loudly.

Yuan Futong naturally knew the famous Wen Zhong, if he said that he was quite afraid of Wen Zhong before, but now he also has Taoists in his army to help him, and he has a strong army of [-], how can he be afraid of Wen Zhong?
"Isn't this Wen Zhong? What's the matter? There is no one in the court, and you are an old man to lead the army?" Yuan Futong laughed.

"Haha, I think it's not far from Shang's demise!"

"Shut up! You are a traitor! You have lived your life in vain, and you have not made an inch of merit. The king treated you well and asked you to be a prince of the North Sea. Now you dare to rebel. You really don't know what to do. A dog with a broken spine dares to serve in our army!" Barking wildly before the battle?" Wen Zhong immediately shouted.

Wen Zhong is full of righteousness, his voice is like a bell, and he speaks righteously.

Yuan Futong was riding a war horse. The horse neighed after being frightened, and the horse's hooves also took a few steps back.

Many soldiers in Yuan Futong's army looked at Grand Master Wen Zhong and the army of the Shang Dynasty, and kept muttering in their hearts, "My God, that's Wen Zhong, Grand Master Wen, who has experienced hundreds of battles and won every battle. "

"That's right, that is the famous Grand Master Wen, rumor has it that he has never lost a battle in his life..."

"Look at the middle of his forehead, that eye is so scary, I just look at it, and I'm terrified!"

The vanguard soldiers of Yuan Futong's army were frightened by Wen Zhong's name and majesty and righteousness, and felt fear in their hearts.

Yuan Futong heard the soldiers muttering and retreating, and immediately said angrily: "Those who retreat will be killed without mercy!"

However, killing Wushe was useless, every time Wen Zhong's army took a step forward, Yuan Futong's army took a step back.

Just as Yuan Futong's army retreated again and again, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from Yuan Futong's army.

The seductive Sanskrit sound made Yuan Futong's forward army lose their eyes and forget their fear.

Seeing this, Yuan Futong knew that it was the strategy of the military adviser, and his face showed ecstasy. He drew his sword and pointed it at Wen Zhong, "The whole army charges!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Yuan Futong's army completely forgot about fear, one by two charged forward desperately.

The 72 thugs who besieged and killed Yuan Futong before turned into the strongest elite in the army and took the lead in tearing open the defense of Wen Zhong's army.

72 thugs, their strength is beyond the charts, like entering no man's land.

"Crack! Bang! Bang!" The 10,000+ army fought hand-to-hand, and the collision of cold weapons made the killing sound of death.

After just a few breaths of fighting, Wen Zhong's army showed a tendency to retreat.

Wen Zhong opened his eyes for the third time, and looked carefully at Yuan Futong's army, but found something unusual.

A soldier in Yuan Futong's army, his face was numb and his eyes were absent-minded. Even though he was severely injured, he didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, he was able to kill two outstanding men in our army with his life!

So weird!

Wen Zhongnai was a veteran general in the army, who had experienced hundreds of battles. Seeing that Yuan Futong's army was strange, he quickly gave orders to the army to form a formation and retreat in an orderly manner.

Although the army of the Shang Dynasty was on the verge of being defeated, it was indeed an elite in all battles. After receiving the order from Grand Master Wen, it also changed its formation in an orderly manner and retreated step by step.

Seeing Wen Zhong's army retreating, Yuan Futong was in a very happy mood, "Haha, I actually defeated Grand Master Wen!"

"Old thief Wen Zhong, don't go away, take a shot at me!" Yuan Futong raised his gun and rushed towards Wen Zhong, inflated with self-confidence.

Wen Zhong rode a dark green unicorn, held a male and female double whip, opened his third eye between his brows, and sneered, "Good job!"

"Kuuuuuuuuuu!" Wen Zhong held a male and female whip, as heavy as a thousand weights.

Just as Yuan Futong met Wen Zhong face to face, his tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and he almost lost his grip on the spear.

Yuan Futong secretly groaned in his heart, "Wen Zhong is really good, I am no match!"

Wen Zhong saw that Yuan Futong wanted to escape. In order to avoid excessive casualties, Wen Zhong decided to capture the thief first and capture the king first. He patted the dark-green unicorn and hit him.

"Bang bang!" A series of four whips came down.

Yuan Futong was knocked off his horse and fell into the chaos.

Wen Zhong's male and female double whips followed closely, and were about to hit Yuan Futong.

Yuan Futong was terrified for a long time, closed his eyes, and shouted: "Military teacher, save me!"

After Yuan Futong's voice fell, a divine pestle flew out of the camp of the middle army, and beat Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong also felt the danger when he saw the divine pestle, but the divine pestle was so fast that Wen Zhong had no choice but to jump up and raise the male and female whips to catch the divine pestle.

"Boom!" The divine pestle was so powerful that it directly broke Wen Zhong's male and female whips, and hammered directly on Wen Zhong's chest. Wen Zhong immediately flew upside down dozens of meters away, fell to the ground, and spat out blood more than.

"Grand Master, Grand Master!"

"How are you, master?"

In the Shang Dynasty army, several generals rushed towards Wen Zhong's direction and protected Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhongqiang held back the surge of qi and blood in his body, his face was pale and weak, and he quickly ordered: "The whole army retreats!"

In the camp of the merchant army, Mingjin withdraws troops.

Wen Zhong didn't even have time to pick up the male and female double whips lost in Yuan Futong's rebel army, so he quickly retreated with the army.

Yuan Futong picked up Wen Zhong's weapon, and couldn't help laughing again, "Haha, Wen Zhong is nothing more than that, he fled today, and even lost the weapon in his hand!"

"Hahaha, I, Yuan Futong, defeated Grand Master Wen, and I am destined to become famous among the princes of the world!" Yuan Futong laughed loudly.

Yuan Futong was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he heard an order from the military division in the camp of the Chinese army to not chase after the poor.

Yuan Futong knew the strength of the military division, so he ordered the army to return to the camp.

After the Sanskrit sound stopped, Yuan Futong's soldiers regained their eyesight, and the wounds on their bodies spread with twice or even three times the pain. For a while, there was constant wailing in the camp.

However, Wen Zhong's army had already been defeated and fled for dozens of miles, and they couldn't hear the wailing of the wounded soldiers in Yuan Futong's army, otherwise they would have gained strong self-confidence, so they also knew the pain!

In the camp of the Shang army, Wen Zhong lived on the sickbed, his face was pale, and his breath was vain, "I heard that Zhong has been on the battlefield for decades, and he has fought countless battles, big and small, but today he was defeated miserably by an unknown soldier!"

Several generals of the Shang army looked at Grand Master Wen worriedly, "Grand Master, can you see clearly what is sneaking up on you?"

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