One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 127: My Will Has Been Decided
"What?" Zhang Xianke and Huangfu Yan thought they were hallucinating, and stared at Song Yun.

But he saw that his gaze was firm, as if he had made up his mind, and really planned to guard Anxi alone!

"Don't be impulsive, my lord." The two quickly persuaded, "If all countries really want to join forces to kill you, there will definitely be no less than ten venerables dispatched. Even if you have the advantage of luck, you can't stop so many strong of those!"

"If you can't stop it, you can't stop it." Song Yun waved his hand indifferently, "The worst thing is death."

"This—" Zhang Xianke and Huangfu Yan looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts.

A strong man who can cultivate to this level will not be afraid of fighting, but he will not die in vain. When facing life and death crises, he must win a chance of life no matter what.

But Song Yun's attitude made it clear that he was going to fight to the death in Anxi. What's the situation?
Zhang Xianke thought it was because he was under too much pressure, and comforted him:
"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood. With your talent, your lord, as long as you survive, there will always be a day to revive the Tang Dynasty. There is no need to fight against the strongest in the world now."

Huangfu Yan also suggested: "Looking at the thunderclouds in the sky just now, it is the Venerable who is going through the ghost and immortal calamity? If it is really impossible, why not use ghost and immortal supernatural powers to seize the baby and live a lifetime in secret?"

"Yes." Zhang Xianke nodded after listening, "After the venerable is reincarnated, we can claim that you have been reincarnated in other countries, so that countries will not know where you are, and will not embarrass Bei Tang because of it."

"Good guy, you're planning to reincarnate me before the fight starts?" Song Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head, and asked Xuanji Pavilion and others to avoid it first.

After the people around him were gone, he said to the two important officials of the Tang Dynasty:

"I have made up my mind. If I want to live and die with Anxi, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

"However, if I really don't survive this catastrophe, then Beitang will still have to rely on you two to support me."

With his right palm facing upwards, he circulated the "Blood Emperor Devouring the Immortals", slowly forcing out two streams of essence, blood and energy.

"The two of you only need to swear an oath with the demons in your heart and decide to protect the Tang country forever, and then you can absorb this mass of blood."

"Take the time to retreat, and the probability of being promoted to Martial Saint can be increased by [-]%. Once you succeed, you two will be the Lord of the Kingdom."

"Some of the relics of King Tang Jing I gave you also have the function of carrying luck, so that you can get blessings of luck in the future."

"In this way, the land of the Four Paths of the Northern Tang Dynasty can basically be defended, and I have fulfilled my duty as a successor of the Northern Court."

"My lord!" The two were shocked, Song Yun said that, it felt like he was explaining the funeral!

Moreover, this forced out two balls of blood and energy, and it was difficult to recover from the loss of the body in a short time. What should we do in the next battle?
Although Zhang Xianke was greedy for his blood, he still persuaded him seriously:

"Please think twice, the situation has not reached this point yet! You are the future of Datang and the hope of this country."

"If you just die like this, we can at most maintain the current situation with just the two of us. It is impossible to restore Chang'an and recover the lost land."

"Countries haven't taken action yet, and there are other ways - to destroy their alliances and create other conflicts..."

"In short, slowly delay the time. With your cultivation speed, after another two years, you may not be worse than King Jing. Why do you have to divide life and death now?"

Huangfuyan thought of another idea, "Since you are not the reincarnation of King Tang Jing, my lord, you might as well hand over the Nine Flames and Yanlong to lower the vigilance of all countries, maybe it can delay for a while."

Song Yun still shook his head, "This matter is not as simple as you think. Some catastrophes are predestined and cannot be avoided. It is better to see the outcome now."

As he spoke, he stared impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, there is such a good opportunity to be promoted to Martial Saint, do you want it or not?"

Zhang Xianke and Huangfu Yan looked at each other again, and said in a deep voice, "Your Honor, have you made up your mind?"

"That's natural."

Both of them let out a long sigh, as if seeing the untimely death of a peerless genius, they were filled with emotion.

How could such a young and strong man insist on seeking his own death?

It seems that persuasion is not enough. For the two of them, absorbing blood and being promoted to Martial Saint is also a good choice, and there is nothing to refuse.

The two immediately followed the oath method passed down to Song Yun by King Tang Jing, and swore with their inner demons that they would assist Datang for the rest of their lives and never betray.

"Not bad." Song Yun nodded in satisfaction.

In this way, Bei Tang can completely stay out of the matter, and he has no worries and no psychological burden.

The kindness of the Beiting army can be regarded as repayment.

In the days to come, the purpose and meaning of the battle will be completely different from the past.

Song Yun also passed on the last form of "Nine Transformations of the Divine Power" "Nine Heavens and Dragon Transformation" to the two of them, so that this unique knowledge of the Tang Dynasty would not be lost, and finally sent the two of them back.

"Okay, you two leave quickly, remember to cooperate with Xuanji Pavilion to issue a statement, and don't let other Tang people come to Anxi to die."

Huangfu Yan hurriedly asked: "The Nine Flame Yanlong is still in the royal tomb, what should we do?"

Song Yun: "Nine Fire Flame Dragon can't leave Wangling, it's still acting according to King Tang Jing's thinking, and won't listen to us."

"Next, there may be venerables from other countries going to the royal tomb. You two should ignore them. Take the time to retreat and practice. The troops under your command will shrink to defend the city. When you are promoted to Martial Saint, let's settle the score."

The two nodded, and finally took a deep look at Song Yun, clasped their fists and said:
"Take care, His Holiness, if you change your mind, you can always call us for help."

"My decision will not be changed, you two go quickly." Song Yun waved his hand.

Zhang Xianke and Huangfu Yan hurried out of the city with their subordinates, their moods were extremely complicated along the way, and they felt a little confused about the future.

Could it be that Huangfu Yan committed the crime: "With just the two of us, can we really support such a big stall?"

Zhang Xianke remembered the past.

At that time, Jing Guo's army was pressing down on the border, and Song Yun was also resolute in his refusal to leave Anxi, insisting on staying and defending. This scene was surprisingly similar to the present.

Afterwards, everyone thought the young man had died or had fled.

Song Yun, one man and one sword, reappeared in the city, and defeated the 10,000+ Jing army in a way that no one else could imagine.

Could it be that the same miracle will happen this time?

"Hey, let's just wait and see what happens. I hope Venerable Song can survive safely."

"Anyway, let's go back to practice first. Song Zun's method of blood energy is quite mysterious. I feel that I have a certain degree of confidence in being promoted to Martial Saint."

The two were full of thoughts, remained silent, and disappeared into the depths of the desert on horseback.

Song Yun didn't care about them anymore, and called the people from Xuanji Pavilion in the distance, and asked Xuanji Pavilion to convey his voice to all countries as required.

The people in Xuanji Pavilion also realized that Song Yun was playing for real, and they also didn't understand.

The leader leaned over and said in a low voice: "Honorable Song, some venerables in my pavilion have something to say, if you can't stay in the Central Plains any longer, you can escape to the East China Sea and hide in the vast sea, and you will naturally save your life. "

"Haha, it seems that I have quite a lot of ways to retreat." Song Yun chuckled a few times, then shook his head and declined.

Retreat, maybe you can live.

But he has also withdrawn from his stage, and will never be able to change his destiny, and sooner or later he will still fall into the killing situation of the immortal.

After communicating with the mysterious voice calling for help, Song Yun had made up his mind that he must stay in Anxi!
Only in Anxi City can he become stronger at the fastest speed.

So strong that even an immortal can't kill him!
(End of this chapter)