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

Chapter 395 You have worked hard

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Under Xia Qi's horror, his body swayed again, and all the strength of Song Yun's sword just exploded, and it was transmitted down from his feet, shaking the ground out of a large cobweb-like crack.

The simple and unpretentious sword seemed to have no strength, but it slashed a human immortal in the middle stage twice so that he could not stand still.

Xia Qi has seen White Emperor Yin Han and Scarlet Emperor Qinghuang in their prime, both in the late stage of human immortality, and they are all hitting the peak, and their shots are unparalleled.

But compared with the sword in front of him, it pales in comparison.

This is the power of the pinnacle of martial arts!

Xia Qi's eyes were gloomy, staring at Song Yun with jealousy and hatred.

He has controlled the world for [-] years, collected countless precious classics, and consumed a huge amount of natural materials and earthly treasures, just to become stronger, but in the end he didn't even break through in the late stage of human immortality.

And the young man in white robe in front of him reincarnated and recultivated again and again, just like playing, and it took only a dozen years to recover to the peak state.

After such a comparison, he couldn't help but itch his teeth with anger, his mind was overwhelmed by jealousy, and a dark red light flashed in his eyes.

"What a Xuandi, what a peak human immortal! No wonder you dare to show up openly. You are confident? However, your level is not invincible!"

Song Yun stepped forward with a horizontal sword, and slowly approached Xia Qi, "At least it's enough to kill you."

Just taking a light step, the oppressive force surged like an overwhelming force.

Xia Qi couldn't help taking a few steps back, feeling a little ashamed and angry.

In the Battle of Anxi a hundred years ago, his strength was obviously stronger than Song Yun's. Now he is standing here, but he can't even raise the strength to fight, and he is completely suppressed. This contrast is too great.

Knowing that he couldn't beat him at all, Xia Qi didn't want to die, so he raised his head and shouted:
"Still save me?"

Song Yun thrust his sword sharply, but saw that the scene in front of him was distorted, and even the bronze long sword became curved.

At some point, a pure white full moon appeared high above the sky, with a faint luster, but it was also particularly conspicuous during the day.

A ray of light fell on Xia Qi, making his body blurry and transparent.

"Spatial teleportation?"

Song Yun tried to use the way of space to fight, but failed. Now Xia Qi is only one step away from him, but this step is like the end of the world.

4 years have passed, and the demons and ghosts are also making progress. This move is obviously from the hands of the Kongming Immortal, marking the great achievement of the way of space!
Seeing that Xia Qi was about to disappear, Song Yun only asked coldly:
"The leader who fought against the heavens back then, the emperor who commanded the human race, is now also colluding with the demons and ghosts?"

Hearing this, Xia Qi's face twisted, and he seemed to be struggling a bit, but he soon returned to gloomy, staring at Song Yun and saying:
"Isn't all of this thanks to you?"

"I'll kill you first, and then it won't be too late to rebuild the mountains and rivers. This world belongs to me after all, and you can't take it away!"

After all, his figure completely disappeared, and he was no longer in Zhenxi City.

Only tens of thousands of defenders and civilian husbands with dull eyes were left, shivering in the city.

Although these people couldn't hear the conversation between Song Yun and Xia Qi clearly, they could understand the situation—the white-robed swordsman in front of him was most likely the legendary Anxi Rentu, and the red-faced venerable who was in charge of defending the city couldn't even beat him. Dare to fight, just run away.

Some people stood there in a daze and did not dare to move, while others turned around and ran towards the outside of the city.

"Run - ah!"

No one dared to raise their weapons to resist, and those generals who were in the realm of masters escaped faster, because they knew the horror of Anxi's massacre.

"Cough cough."

Song Yun coughed lightly.

All the fleeing people in the city suddenly fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, looking desperately at the white-robed youth in the air.

"You have come all the way, how can you leave now?"

Song Yun put his sword back into its sheath, and pointed to the mountains of military supplies in the warehouse.

"Move it all to Anxi and stay there."

Everyone nodded straightly, without any intention of disobedience, and hurriedly got up to carry the supplies.

Those who moved quickly had already driven the mule carts, pulling the grain and grass that had not been unloaded, and were about to head towards the city gate.

"It's so troublesome to walk through the door."

Song Yun stretched his fingers forward a little bit, his energy was rolling, and there seemed to be sparkling waves, rippling away from his fingertips.

The wave of light instantly rolled over a hundred feet and spread across the city wall.

Rumbling--

This magical city on the sand, the solid high wall condensed by the majestic mana, collapsed at this moment with Song Yun's finger, shattered, and turned into fine yellow sand again, rolling down.

Zhenxi City, which was supposed to be "Yongzhen Anxi", has been standing for less than a month, and it has been wiped out like this.

In the dusty sky, everyone couldn't help shivering.

They realized that if the finger pointed not at the city wall but at the ground, no one in the city would be able to survive!

After a shock, everyone frantically moved the supplies, working at a speed ten times faster than usual. With amazing efficiency, the warehouses were emptied one by one.

Just now, he was planning to sneak away halfway, but now he has become extremely honest.

Song Yun nodded in satisfaction, ignored these people, and flew to the Tang Kingdom...

The northwest front of the Tang State is now riddled with holes, allowing the cavalry of Liang and Jing to drive straight in and gallop recklessly.

But resistance continues.

Gao Hanqing led the Beiting army to fight and retreat, using every city as a stronghold to kill and injure the enemy's vital forces as much as possible.

King Jing Yi was not a vegetarian either. With superior military strength, he successfully set up an encirclement circle, allowing the Beiting army to retreat step by step into the net of heaven and earth, and finally had to fight bloody to break through.

"Break the sea!"

On the battlefield, Gao Hanqing yelled, dodged King Jing Yi's short halberd sideways, and slashed diagonally with the sword in his left arm.

Shouting like this is not to show off sword skills, but to encourage the Beiting army on the battlefield and tell the soldiers that their leader is still fighting on the front line!
But the next moment, a ghost rushed over from the flank of the battlefield, raised the iron halberd, and stabbed fiercely at Gao Hanqing's back.

This time was well grasped, Gao Hanqing had just exhausted his strength, and couldn't move left and right, if he moved forward, he would hit King Jing Yi's full blow.

It was Zhao Buqun, the Martial Saint of the South China Sea who made the move. He fought with the Jing army, but he has been hiding near the battlefield and has never shown himself before.

Waiting for this moment.

It is easy to defeat a martial sage, but it is difficult to kill a martial sage, but the significance is even more significant, and it can even directly destroy the confidence of the Tang country.

Now Gao Hanqing is seriously injured, exhausted, but tenaciously standing on the front line, it is the time when he is most likely to be killed!
"I want to avenge Huo Yi!"

Seeing that the halberd blade was about to poke into the target's waist, Zhao Buqun couldn't help showing a happy smile.

There was a sharp whoosh sound behind him, as if something sharp was approaching rapidly.

He was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his halberd and jumped away.

Pfft, a short spear sank into the soil and almost shot through Zhao Buqun's leg.

Gao Hanqing was able to escape from the dead, put a sword on King Jing Yi's spear, and stepped back at the same time.

Several people looked back at the same time, and saw a Tang general wearing Mingguang heavy armor flying from the edge of the battlefield.

This Tang general's temple hair was half white, his majestic imposing manner could not conceal the exhausted look on his face, his armor was covered with dust, and there was still some blood stains between his hair, as if he had just escaped from a battlefield and came for emergency support.

"Zhang Shuai!" Gao Hanqing yelled in surprise, and then said via voice transmission: "Why are you here? The war on the southern front has been settled?"

The veteran hummed, and said with a wry smile: "Canghaike knows that you are in trouble, so let me take care of you to retreat, and I have to go back to the south line after I'm done."

King Jing Yi looked intently, and asked in a deep voice, "Zhang Xianke, the left commander of Tang Jun? This king has heard of you."

"Back then you went to Song Yun and got the chance to be promoted to Martial Saint, but you were also tied to this broken ship of the Tang Dynasty. It was difficult to get out. You are almost 70 years old and still fighting on the front line. Why bother?"

Zhang Xianke snorted coldly, "You're not young anymore, aren't you still on the front line?"

The two are about the same age, but King Jing Yi has lived in the palace for a long time and has taken good care of him, making him look younger, while Zhang Xianke is obviously much older because he has been fighting every year.

At this moment, King Jing Yi raised his hand, signaled Zhao Buqun not to hit him, and said with a smile:
"The purpose of this king's expedition is for Wang Tu's hegemony, the country and the country. What benefits will you get if you fight to the death?"

"You can't let Li Tianyang hand over the throne to you, can you?"

"Whether you want to die in vain or not, you still have to think carefully."

Zhang Xianke ignored him, and first glanced at the smoky battlefield and the ruined village in the distance.

This is Shuofang Road, which was his territory back then, but now it has been tossed into this appearance.

Anger ignited in his eyes, "What benefits do I need for guarding my own home? But you, who are obviously lackeys, treat yourself as your master and return the king's hegemony? It's ridiculous!"

King Jing Yi's face darkened, "I wanted to persuade you to surrender and come to Jingguo to spend the rest of my life, but now it seems that it is better to forget it."

"You stubborn old thing, you should sink to the bottom with Tang Guo's wrecked ship."

The spear came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, and it came out suddenly, passing more than ten feet away in an instant, and pierced Zhang Xianke's throat sharply.

Zhang Xianke picked up another short spear on his back to hold King Jing Yi's spear, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and took a few steps back to relieve his strength.

He didn't have enough aptitude in the first place, and the Martial Saint who was forcibly promoted after absorbing Song Yun's blood essence was naturally not as powerful as the top ten King Jing Yi in the world.

Moreover, he is good at two spears, one of which was shot to save Gao Hanqing, and now there is only a short spear left in his hand. Facing King Jing Yi's onslaught, he was suddenly outstretched and dangerous.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gao Hanqing wanted to help, but was entangled by Zhao Buqun.

The strength of the Jing army lineup was far beyond imagination, and the battle situation did not improve because of Zhang Xianke's assistance, but entered the most dangerous and intense stage.

The four martial sages fought against each other, and it was a life-and-death struggle, which turned the battlefield upside down, and the surrounding soldiers had to retreat a little and fight again.

After dozens of rounds, King Jing Yi shook his spear, flung the short spear flying, and stabbed several times like lightning.

Zhang Xianke wanted to fly away from the attack, but fell back to the ground with a muffled grunt. His thigh had been pierced, and blood gushed out from the broken Mingguang armor.

Jing Yi Wang Han said: "This king has not made a move for many years, do you think you can humiliate at will? Death on the battlefield is the price you have to pay for it!"

Zhang Xianke sealed the wound on his thigh, and instead of being afraid, he sneered:
"Why haven't you made a move for so many years? Oh, this commander remembered that when you led the army to attack Anxi, you were killed by Venerable Song, and the Supreme Order used to carry Jingguo's luck was smashed, tsk tsk , really embarrassing."

"That battle scared you so much that you didn't dare to go to the battlefield again for more than ten years. The fact is that this is also a humiliation?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xianke raised his head and laughed loudly, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

In the head-to-head confrontation just now, he had already suffered serious internal injuries, but he still had no intention of retreating.

Because if he retreats, Gao Hanqing will most likely die here.

Tang Guo must not lose this star of hope, nor let Song Yun's inheritance be cut off!
So, with this humiliation, he successfully stabbed King Jing Yi's sore spot in his heart and attracted his full attention.

"Run! Why don't you run!" Gao Hanqing's voice kept urging Zhang Xianke.

The old man wants to sacrifice his life to hold back the strongest enemy on the battlefield and give Gao Hanqing a chance to survive.

"Back then, I swore an oath to defend Tang in front of Song Yun."

Under the serious injury, Zhang Xianke's eyes were a little dazed, as if he really saw a swordsman in white robes fluttering in the sky.

"This bastard, he died after leaving a mess. I haven't had a peaceful life for more than ten years..."

"I'm too old and can't move anymore. Your apprentice should bear this burden..."

Muttering a few words angrily, Zhang Xianke picked up a bloody sword at his feet, raised his head, and continued to stare at King Jing Yi with contemptuous eyes.

There was enough irony in this look that King Jing Yi couldn't help but think of the embarrassing scene more than ten years ago, and his heart was filled with resentment and madness.

"You die for this king! Everyone related to Song Yun, you, Gao Hanqing, Li Tianyang... will die in this battle!"

Amidst the roar, the strong wind howled, and the spear was swept down.

The saber in Zhang Xianke's hand was shattered by the spear, and his left arm, which was blocking in front of him, snapped off, and he flew upside down and hit the ground heavily.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the golden breastplate of Mingguang Heavy Armor was stained crimson.

Seeing this scene, where is Gao Hanqing willing to run?Forcibly stimulating the potential, a sword "stabbing the sun and the moon" was struck out.

"You can't get through." Zhao Buqun also went all out, and suddenly smashed the iron halberd, hitting the sword body, and was shaken so that the tiger's mouth burst, and the iron halberd was thrown out of his hand, but the sword's momentum also stagnated for a moment.

"What a sharp sword move! But, it's too late." He rubbed his wrist and stepped back quickly.

At this time, King Jing Yi had strode forward and stood beside Zhang Xianke, his face was grim with anger, and the spear in his hand was raised high, the sharp point of the spear pointing straight down.

Zhang Xianke lay on the ground, raised his head and stared blankly into the distance, fixedly staring at the phantom-like white dress.

Swish, there was a sound of breaking wind.

King Jing Yi's spear did not go down, because a white-robed swordsman suddenly appeared beside him, and with a light hand on his shoulder, he was completely immobilized.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Hearing this sound, King Jing Yi's eyes were wide open in horror, and he turned his head desperately to look at his side, his neck creaked and almost broke, but he couldn't turn at all.

The voice continued:
"You guys have worked hard."

"Leave it to me next."

The hand on King Jing Yi's shoulder flicked horizontally, like picking flowers in the wind.

Click.

The head of the hero of the Northwest, a famous king of a generation, was gently picked off.

(End of this chapter)