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

Chapter 153 The Context of the Big Event
When he first traveled through time and space, Song Yun didn't want to deal with people like Xie He.

Although there is no problem with these high-level officials in Beiting now, they may be possessed by demons in the future.

Once the demons read their memories, they may discover their own special existence.

Naturally, the fewer people you come into contact with during this trip, the better.

However, Song Yun analyzed that the Beiting army might have stepped into a trap, so he took the initiative to show up, trying to gain a slight advantage in the future "big event".

Under the night sky, in a silent street.

Song Yun calmly looked at Xie He and Niu Biao, while Guo Xin was puzzled.

"What is your identity, can you reveal a thing or two, and let us know a little bit about it." Xie He directly used the honorific.

Song Yun smiled slightly, "I am lurking here secretly. Of course, I have to keep it secret. You just need to know that I am on the side of Tang Guo and the Beiting Army."

The other party didn't want to say anything, and the two grandmasters didn't dare to force them, so they could only nod their heads and say yes, "Song... Deputy Captain Song turned the tide and saved [-] soldiers in the city. There is no need to doubt your position. I am all grateful."

"No need to thank you, just continue to cooperate with me." Song Yundao, "I want to know where the main force of the Beiting Army has gone and when they will be able to come back."

"This—" Xie He and Niu Biao hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Forget it, even the three countries in the Northwest know about it, so it's not considered a secret."

The two squatted down, ran their fingers across the sand, drew a simple map of the north, and analyzed the trajectory of the main force of the Beiting army.

"The main force just left the city three days ago, and they haven't gone far. They should not have encountered the Northern Plains cavalry."

"They will definitely find the wolf smoke rising in Anxi. If they rush back immediately, they should be able to arrive the day after tomorrow." Xie He introduced.

Song Yun asked again: "Who is the leader of the team?"

Xie He: "This battle will completely destroy Beiyuan's military power, so Marshal Zong will go out personally."

Zong Chenyuan, Marshal of the Tang State Bingma, the pinnacle of martial arts, is currently ranked second in the "Honorable List" strong man, second only to King Tang Jing in combat power.

The Tang State takes the first and second place in the world, and this is how it has the confidence to sweep all countries.

Song Yun knew the name Zong Chenyuan, and the veterans in Beiting used to mention it often.

This generalissimo conquered east and west, destroyed several countries in a row, and made great military exploits. He should have been a great figure who will go down in history.

But later King Jing failed to proclaim himself emperor and was seriously injured by backlash. Zong Chenyuan rushed back to Chang'an overnight and died inexplicably.

The two pillars collapsed at the same time, and the Tang Kingdom collapsed completely.

Later people did not know the inside story, and had various speculations about Zong Chenyuan's death, thinking that he was also punished by heaven.

But Song Yun could judge from the notes left by King Tang Jing that Zong Chenyuan should have rebelled suddenly and launched an attack, but was killed instead.

King Tang Jing was still recovering from his injuries, but after a fierce battle with Zong Chenyuan, his lamp was exhausted and he could only hide in the royal tomb to wait for death.

As for why Zong Chenyuan rebelled and insisted on the complete decline of the Tang Dynasty, it may be because of this "big event".

Song Yun's eyes flickered, calculating the current time, it was not far from King Tang Jing's proclaiming himself emperor.

Before and after, all kinds of things are strung together, gradually forming a clear context.

Suddenly he understood.

At this time, the two master warriors were still analyzing the situation.

Niu Biao said: "The reinforcements will arrive the day after tomorrow in time. The Northwest Allied Forces suffered a disastrous defeat today, losing nearly half of their losses. They will not be able to move around in a short period of time. Maybe they will withdraw their troops."

Song Yun immediately shook his head, "Withdrawing troops? It's not that simple. In the next two days, the Northwest coalition forces will step up their offensive, and may even dispatch His Holiness!"

"Send Your Honor!" Several people were shocked.

With or without His Holiness, the level of warfare is completely different.

If the Northwest Allied Forces have the Venerable to take action, it means that the national war in the Northwest will come early.

But the Beiting army is not ready yet, and the thousands of people staying in the city will also be in danger.

Xie He didn't believe it at first, but when he saw Song Yun's determined expression, he also hesitated.

This person is a secret envoy of the king of Tang, who may have a reliable source of information.

Song Yundao: "The situation is urgent. Now that the Northwest Army has been repulsed, you must send people out of the city to seek help from King Jing."

"King Jing is still dealing with Cai Guo in the south..." Several people were in a difficult situation.

"Let the masters of Taoism use their souls to contact. King Jing is the top ghost fairy of the nine thunder catastrophes, and he will come soon." Song Yun said seriously, "Otherwise, Marshal Zong is going to have an accident!"

"It's really like this? But we didn't find any signs." Xie He still couldn't accept it.

Song Yun snorted coldly, "Since the Three Kingdoms of the Northwest know that the main forces of Beiting have left the city, are they only going to do this? How much will it benefit them to take down the isolated city of Anxi?"

He paused word by word: "Only by solving Marshal Zong can we maximize our benefits!"

"But Zong Shuai is the pinnacle of martial saints." Xie He said.

Song Yun: "If Beiyuan and the Three Kingdoms of the Northwest join forces and the venerables come out together, will Zong Shuai be able to handle it?"

Xie He and Niu Biao were silent.

After some persuasion, they changed their minds and decided to send elites to break through and deliver the letter.

Song Yun knew that if he wanted to change the direction of this "big event", ordinary venerables were not enough, and he had to bring King Tang Jing over.

Xie He wrote a letter explaining the current crisis and asking King Jing for help.

Song Yun also wrote a letter, and without saying anything else, intercepted some secret content from King Tang Jing's notes.

Messy and fragmented words, others can't understand, but King Tang Jing can understand it at a glance.

In the middle of the night, the figure of the head of Anxi city was shaking.

Several hanging baskets were secretly lowered from the city wall.

At this time, the Northwest Allied Forces were still maintaining the siege of the city, and deployed a large number of cavalry patrolling around the periphery, and even masters of Taoism cast spells to prohibit the entry and exit of spirits.

This formation seemed to be afraid that the soldiers in the city would go out to report the news, so Anxi was only allowed to raise a beacon to notify the nearest main force in Beiting.

After discussing with several Beiting generals, Song Yun gave up the plan of sending cavalry to break through. All the good horses were taken away by the main force of Beiting, and there were only old horses left in the city, which could not outrun the northwest cavalry.

Everyone decided to let a few martial arts masters lurk out quietly, avoiding the enemy patrol as much as possible.

Taking advantage of the Northwest Army's inattention, in the corner of the city wall, a few hanging baskets were placed to the bottom.

Several men in night clothes jumped out of it.

In order to ensure the success of this report, all the people sent are innate masters!
Several Xiantians bent down, using their hands and feet together, crawling along the desert, crawling like spirit snakes.

When Northwest cavalry passed by, they burrowed into the desert, covered themselves with sand, and held their breath.

Wait for the cavalry to go far, then drill out and continue to crawl forward.

Although this speed is slow, it is concealed enough that it will not disturb the [-] Northwest coalition forces.

The night wind was majestic, mixed with a ray of wind.

This is a master of Taoism in the northwest, wandering at night with his soul, exploring everywhere.

At this time, a powerful ray of spiritual power rose up, like a veil, covering the bodies of several Beiting Xiantians, completely covering up the yang energy on their bodies.

The soul of the master of Taoism wandered in the air, and flew away without finding anything unusual.

The area patrolled by the Northwest Coalition Army was also limited. After a few Xiantian crawled for twenty miles, they basically left the patrol area, then stood up and ran wildly in the desert.

After reaching here, it is considered half of the success, and then rushed to Shuofang Road, let Shuofang's masters of Taoism continue to deliver letters, and their mission was completed.

Clinker, before he ran a hundred miles, there were strange sounds around him.

Countless slender shadows intertwined and dazzled under the moonlight, like thousands of long cloth belts, dancing wildly in the wind, making a fluttering sound, surrounding them from all directions.

Seeing this scene, the innate masters of Beiting recalled the past battles, and their faces changed drastically.

"Beiyuan Shaman!"

Shaman is the priesthood of Beiyuan, responsible for transmitting the will of Changshengtian, and there are many of them.

But those who can be directly called "shaman", or even "big shaman" are all ghosts and immortals!
"The ghost shaman from Beiyuan, when did you come to the eastern part of the desert?" Everyone looked at each other with ugly expressions.

It is impossible for ghosts and immortals to fail to discover some of their innate talents.

Dangerous!
A joking voice sounded out of thin air, speaking jerky Daxia Mandarin, and said slowly:

"You Tang people, who offend Changshengtian and become enemies of the tribes in the Northern Plains, will sink their souls into hell and be tortured forever!"

The boundless chill hit, like an icy sea drowning everyone.

The congenital masters in Beiting trembled, only feeling their bodies getting weaker and weaker, and their consciousness getting more and more trance.

If they were martial arts masters, they would still have the possibility of escaping from ghosts and immortals.

But they are only innate, and the gap between ghosts and immortals is too great, and all of them have expressions of despair.

Seeing this scene, Shaman Beiyuan laughed triumphantly.

"Oh, I still have to do it."

A sigh suddenly interrupted Beiyuan Shaman's laughter.

The sand on the ground shook, and a young man in white broke through the sand and slowly walked out from the ground.

It was Song Yun.

He understood that this request for help was very important and must be successful, so he ventured out of the city to escort him.

Unexpectedly, this trip was on the right track. Instead of going to deal with Zong Chenyuan, the ghosts of Beiyuan hid here instead. He happened to bump into him for something else.

At this time, countless black shadows froze for a while, and continued to dance in the wind.

"Grandmaster? When did Grandmaster dare to act presumptuously in front of me?" Beiyuan shaman said disdainfully, "You hid it well, but you didn't expect to send it to your door, so go to hell with me."

The body of the slender shadow—thousands of colorful cloth strips—finally appeared in front of everyone.

Colorful strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, but one end was connected to the robe of a masked man.

The cloth seems to be alive, like thousands of poisonous snakes, swallowing letters and rushing towards Song Yun.

"You stupid master, this shaman has killed five! Today you are the sixth!"

"There's so much nonsense." Song Yun drew his sword slowly, and the piercing cold light was like the clear light of a cold moon, silently falling on the vast desert.

Thousands of colored cloth strips trembled suddenly, and stopped their offensive immediately.

"Did you find it? It's too late!"

Song Yun chuckled, and flew nearly a hundred feet away in one step, as if escaping through the void, and instantly rushed to the front of Beiyuan Shaman.

The slender sword was completely unsheathed, once again showing its sharp edge to the world.

"You're actually—" the Beiyuan shaman yelled in horror, the complacent feeling just now disappeared, and he turned around and was about to run away.

Swish—the sword light flew like a blue rainbow, piercing through the robe, cutting off the mask, and splitting the body in half.

The internal organs flew out and rolled in the air.

The blood was like pouring down, sprinkled on the long yellow sand.

One sword splits ghosts and immortals!

(End of this chapter)