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

Chapter 165 The Wheel of History

Under the city of Anxi, gunpowder smoke rose everywhere.

Under the pursuit of the Beiting army, soldiers from all over the world threw away their helmets and armor, and ran for their lives. They threw away all food, weapons, and equipment, just to lighten their load.

The reason for the panic is because I have never experienced such a sudden turnaround.

In the past, when national wars broke out, although the battle of the lords was crucial, the outcome would not be so quick.

It is normal for the two venerables to fight while probing and fighting for a few days regardless of the outcome.

But this time was different, the eight venerables were in a hurry and thought they had an absolute advantage, so they didn't waste time fighting, but directly fought.

However, Song Yun is best at killing and cutting swordsmanship, and his moves are decisive and ruthless.

The life is decided within seven steps, one sword is alive, one sword is dead, never use unnecessary moves, and the speed of killing the venerable is extremely fast.

In addition, King Tang Jing came to help in time.

A total of eight venerables fought for less than half a day before they were all killed.

The 40 soldiers under the city lost the battle before they could fully set up their positions. All the soldiers looked at the Nine Flame Flame Dragon in the sky, and their mentality completely collapsed.

"Damn, how could this be?"

Bai Xiang rode his horse and fled, sweating profusely, his face was still stained with sand, he was in a state of embarrassment, but he couldn't understand it in his heart.

This time, all the most powerful venerables from various countries were dispatched, at least all of them were mid-stage martial sages, or ghost immortals who had experienced four lightning tribulations.

With eight people working together, it is more than enough to destroy the country, why are they all dead?

"Could it be that Tang is really invincible?"

He couldn't help feeling hopeless.

In a trance, a dark red light suddenly appeared in the depths of Bai Xiang's pupils.

His demeanor gradually changed, he looked back at Anxi, his anger gradually ignited, and he said bitterly:

"Uncle Clan can't die in vain, this revenge must be avenged! One day, I, Bai Xiang, will not only break Anxi, but also invade Chang'an and destroy your Tang Kingdom!"

After Bai Xiang made the oath, he regained his fighting spirit and began to pay attention to the battlefield around him.

I saw a chaotic scene, the troops from all walks of life have completely lost control and are running around.

Among them, the Beiyuan people are the most scattered, running around without organization.

But Jingren has the strictest discipline, and many troops can barely maintain their positions and retreat in an orderly manner.

His eyes lit up, "Anyway, we have already lost, why not take this opportunity to weaken the strength of Yue Kingdom and Sheng Kingdom, and if Dajing annexes them as soon as possible, there will still be a chance to compete against Tang Kingdom."

Just do what you say, Bai Xiang, as one of the few surviving masters, immediately took command.

He ordered Jing Jun to move in an orderly manner, deliberately blocking the troops of Sheng Guo and Yue Guo at the back, and let them face the front of the Beiting Army.

Soon, Sheng Jun and Yue Jun were killed by the Beiting Army.

A secret smile appeared on the corner of Bai Xiang's mouth...

Two days later, 40 troops died or fled or surrendered. This large-scale battle quickly came to an end, ending with the complete victory of the Beiting Army.

After this battle, the Beiting soldiers frightened the world, and the top leaders of all countries were desperate, and they had already moved the idea of ​​surrender.

If you surrender, you can still save your life and live an idle life in the East China Sea.

If you fight desperately, you might end up just like those eight venerables.

All of a sudden, envoys from all walks of life set off, carrying loads of gifts, to Chang'an to discuss major issues.

It has almost become a recognized fact that the Tang Kingdom is about to be unified, and Jing Guo is the only one who is still not reconciled.

After the battle, Zong Chenyuan recuperated in Anxi to recuperate his wounds, with Nine Flames and Yanlong protecting the Dharma.

A few days ago, the progress was not bad, the recovery speed of the injury was very fast, and the recovery was in sight.

Seeing that the situation was good, Jiuhuo Yanlong left Anxi to busy himself with his own affairs.

As soon as it left, Zong Chenyuan felt that something was wrong.

The skull imprint between the eyebrows revived and became extremely difficult to deal with.

Zong Chenyuan tried to suppress it with the field of luck, but this time, the field of luck not only failed, but also had a counterproductive effect, starting to trigger the skull mark!
The imprint is getting deeper and deeper, and it is about to control the soul.

Zong Chenyuan realized something was wrong, stood up staggeringly, and wanted to open the door to find King Tang Jing.

As soon as his hand touched the door panel, a faint dark red light appeared in the depths of his pupils.

Zong Chenyuan calmed down, slowly retracted his hand, sat down cross-legged and continued to heal his injuries, as if nothing had happened.

……

After Jiuhuoyanlong left Anxi, he did not return to the body of King Jing who was still fighting in Cai Guo, but rushed to Chang'an and entered the palace.

It found the chief servant and asked, "Where is my royal gold medal?"

"Gold Medal of Kingship? That is His Majesty's most important token. It has been locked deep in the inner treasury, and has not been used recently." The chief servant said.

Nine Fire Flame Dragon: "Quick, bring it to me!"

"No." The chief servant turned around and walked away, trotting straight to the inner warehouse.

Jiuhuo Yanlong was still not at ease, and followed him directly.

After passing many checkpoints and reaching the depths of the inner vault, the head servant took out two keys, opened two locks in succession, and finally opened the box containing the kingly gold medal.

Nine Fire Flame Dragon looked intently.

Inside the box is a brocade cloth with a golden token on it.

Look carefully, it is exactly the same as the side shown by Song Yun.

"Your Majesty, the kingly gold medal is here, do you need me to take it out?" Seeing that Jiuhuoyanlong's expression was different, the head servant asked carefully.

Nine Flame Yanlong: "No, let's just put it here - this kingly gold medal really only has one side?"

"Of course." The chief servant lowered his head, not knowing what was going on, and said anxiously:
"This is a gold medal made by the late king himself. There is also an inscription of the late king on it. It contains the meaning of the martial arts sword. The material used is also the extinct Huoxuan gold. It can be said that this is the only one in the world, and it is impossible to imitate it."

Jiuhuo Yanlong didn't ask any more questions, turned and left in a hurry, but his heart was full of doubts.

"All of this is too strange. That Song Qing appeared so suddenly that the intelligence department couldn't find this person at all. Who is he?"

"What he said may be true. Proclaiming the emperor is indeed more dangerous than good. In any case, I have to leave a way out, and I can't die easily."

Time flies by, and the wheel of history rolls forward without changing direction.

A month later, the Beiting army was reorganized, and under the leadership of Zong Shenyuan, troops were dispatched from Anxi to attack the capital of Sheng Kingdom.

Two months later, the Sheng Kingdom was destroyed, and the Beiting Army directed their troops at the Yue Kingdom.

Three months later, King Tang Jing held a grand enthronement ceremony in Chang'an, and at the same time announced to the world that he would become emperor himself!
On that day, thousands of miles of thunderclouds covered Chang'an, and a purple thunder shattered the Emperor Xuan's seal. The luck of Tang was shaken, and King Tang Jing was seriously injured by backlash.

After hearing the news, Zong Chenyuan stopped attacking the Yue Kingdom and sent the Beiting Army back to Anxi to garrison, while he hurried back to the capital.

Unexpectedly, instead of stabilizing the situation, he attacked King Tang Jing instead!
Although the old marshal was the pinnacle of martial arts, he had been fighting for days, had injuries on his body, and was getting old. He failed to kill King Tang Jing and died under the claws of the Nine Flame Dragon.

But King Tang Jing was also exhausted, losing the possibility of recovery.

At the same time, there were turmoil both inside and outside the Tang Dynasty, and many forces, as if they had been prepared for a long time, joined forces to launch a rebellion, among which there were several venerables.

All countries have added insult to injury and responded positively.

King Tang Jing had to hide deep in the royal tomb.

A generation of famous kings died alone.

At the request of the prince, the Beiting army stationed in Anxi sent the main force back to the country in a hurry to put down the rebellion.

However, with the support of many forces, the second prince, Li Yong, murdered the Beiting army, slaughtered the prince's family, and sat on the throne that he had never even imagined.

There are less than [-] Beiting troops left, staying in Anxi, day after day, waiting for Datang to rise again.

Jingguo took the opportunity to occupy the entire northwest, slowly expanding outward, and its national power became stronger and stronger.

Over the long river of time, Song Yun browsed through the blurred scenes of history, and let out a soft sigh...

50 years later.

In the depths of the desert, in Anxi, at the dilapidated gate.

More than a dozen gray-haired veterans, wearing shabby armor and carrying various weapons, walked out of the gate one after another.

The last two old men bickered as they walked:

"Old Li, don't chase after him this time. The weather is hot, and I want to go back to the city early to rest."

"Hmph, if it wasn't for your old Zhao who lost the chain last time, would those sand bandits have escaped?"

As Old Li was talking, he tripped over something, lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground.

"Oh, let me go, my old bones almost fell apart, what did I step on?"

He slowly got up, looked down, and was surprised to find that a young man was lying at the gate of the city at some point!
"Who is this? Why did you suddenly appear in Anxi?"

Old Zhao came over to take a look, and shook his head again and again, "I don't know him, maybe he's from the Gao family's caravan?"

"He's not in the Gao family's caravan, and the caravan won't come until at least ten days later." Old Li knelt down and looked carefully, "This young man's condition is not very good, he feels like he's dying."

Not far away, a few vultures circled leisurely, as if they regarded the young man as their intended food.

Old Li frowned again and said, "Let's save him first."

"Really want to save?" Old Zhao was a little cautious, "Is it a good person who doesn't know yet? What if it's a Sand Bandit?"

"Judging from his face, he is not a bad person." Old Li was a little dazed, remembering that something similar happened 50 years ago.

A young man who suddenly appeared in Anxi is also the only Martial Saint he has had close contact with.

Old Li struggled to carry the young man on his back, turned around and walked towards his residence.

"Hey, let strangers into the city, this matter requires General Guo's nod." Old Zhao shouted.

"Don't worry, General Guo will definitely agree."

(End of this chapter)