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

Chapter 398 The Real Human Massacre

Although Song Yun was far away in the sky, he clearly heard the words of several venerables, and then looked at "Anxi Rentu" who fell into the formation of the Tang army, so he restrained his whole body and slowed down a little, looking like a Ordinary martial saint.

On the battlefield below, the morale of the Tang army was still low, and it was not inspired by the appearance of the second white-robed swordsman.The Allied Forces of the Four Nations uttered bursts of loud ridicule, mocking Tang Jun's behavior of pretending to be a dead strong man.

"One after another, can your Tang country's human slaughter still be wholesale?"

"Hey, if you make such a stupid move, it can only show that Tang Junqian donkeys are poor and can't last long."

Song Yun listened to the noise below, expressionless, and continued to fly at a constant speed.

When he approached the battlefield, Chen Guo Wusheng blocked the way, looked at him carefully, and shook the pumpkin hammer in his hand.

"Boy, I'm afraid I didn't even have time to stabilize my realm when I entered the battlefield right after I was promoted to Martial Saint? The battle here is not something you can handle!"

The six countries do not accept surrender, which refers to the soldiers and officers of the middle and lower classes. For the venerable martial saints and ghosts and immortals, they first try to persuade them to surrender, and then kill them if they can't.

Whether it is the Tang Kingdom's several Zhenguo lords, or the casual cultivators under Canghaike's command, they are all determined people who can persist until now. If they want to surrender, they have surrendered long ago. The Six Kingdoms have not succeeded for a long time.

But Song Yun was a "new face" and was mistaken for a young genius of the Tang Kingdom who had just been promoted to a martial artist.

Martial Sage Chen Guo had an idea, so his whole body's aura was released, rolling and spreading like waves layer upon layer, revealing the mid-term strength of the Martial Sage.

"Boy, you are still young, there is no need to die with the old man Cang Haike, join us! We will destroy the Tang Kingdom together, wealth, status, cultivation resources, heavenly skills... you can have everything you want!"

The other four venerables kept Cang Haike in check, and at the same time secretly observed Song Yun's side, but found nothing unusual, so they patiently waited for Chen Guowu Sheng to persuade him to surrender.

Back then, the strong men of the Jing country had more dealings with Song Yun, and they could recognize them at a glance, but not in the other five countries. Anyone who went to Anxi to see Song Yun was dead.

Some people may have read the information, but more than ten years have passed, and no one will remember the portrait of a dead martial artist.

As for the few Nanhai casual cultivators on the field, they knew very little about Anxi Rentu.

Therefore, they really regarded Song Yun as a newly promoted martial artist, and while persuading him to surrender, they prepared to kill him with all their strength if he failed to persuade him to surrender.

In the depths of the army formation, several eyes with hidden murderous intent appeared, staring at Song Yun coldly, ready to strike at any time.

Chen Guowusheng advised a few words, seeing Song Yunai ignoring his answer, he reprimanded displeasedly: "How dare you be arrogant! If you kid doesn't know what to do—"

The pumpkin hammer was raised high and aimed at Song Yun's forehead.

"Then I will smash your head with a hammer!"

High above the sky, Canghaike pushed out a wall of flames, forcing the enemy back. He took the opportunity to look back at Song Yun, and their eyes met for a moment.

The centenarian, who has always been calm, couldn't hide his excitement at this moment, his pupils seemed to be trembling, surprise, joy, relief... complex emotions were released in his eyes.

When the wall of fire dissipated and the four venerables approached again, they could still only see the indifferent-looking Cang Hai Ke, who calmly cast numerous spells and continued to fight against them.

"Old man, this kid is a genius cultivated secretly by your Tang Kingdom? He is willing to take it out just after being promoted to Martial Saint, isn't he afraid of falling here?"

The four venerables are still probing.

Cang Haike ignored them at all, looked at Song Yun and nodded.

"Not a single one."

"What?" A few people didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, the next moment, they saw the white-robed youth pointing it out.

Chen Guowusheng, who had just threatened to smash the opponent's head, suddenly exploded with a bang, like a ripe watermelon being photographed to pieces.

A large piece of brain mixed with blood sprinkled down the army formation, and the headless body fell straight into the crowd.

The Venerable Chen Guo in the middle stage of Wu Sheng was blown away by Song Yun!
The 20 coalition troops looked up and were stunned at the bloody scene.

Tang Jun didn't expect this to happen, and he was stunned for a while, missing a good opportunity to kill the enemy.

The originally chaotic battlefield seemed to freeze at this moment, the knife did not swing, the spear did not stab, only the blood-stained military flag fluttered in the wind.

"how is this possible!"

"who are you?"

The four venerables backed away in fright, roaring in trembling voices.

Cang Hai Ke stroked his beard and smiled: "Whose clothes and green sword come from the northwest, who else could it be?"

As soon as he raised his hand, whirlwinds rolled up around him, and the wind wall crossed the sky, and the air flow was violent, blocking the retreat of the four people.

The four venerables looked shocked, and only then did they understand what the phrase "not one left" meant.

This is to kill them all!
Looking at Song Yun who was slowly approaching, they felt the terrifying pressure coming from the deep sea. The corners of their eyes twitched a few times, and they suddenly lowered their heads and shouted loudly:
"Go!"

In the coalition camp below, two figures swished out, they were actually two hidden venerables.

These two people have been dormant for a long time, planning to give Cang Hai Ke a thunderous blow at the critical moment, but Cang Hai Ke never showed his flaws, but waited for a white-robed swordsman with unfathomable strength.

But they didn't go up to help. After being called out, they turned to the south and tried to escape.

The two of them are very wise. If they can point out and kill a strong mid-stage martial artist from a distance, they can't afford to offend them. The farther they can escape, the better.

Cang Haike was shocked when he saw this, the two of them hid so deeply that he didn't notice at all, if they continued to fight and were attacked by the opportunity, the consequences would be disastrous!
Song Yun naturally discovered these two people long ago, mentioned the two pumpkin hammers left by Chen Guowusheng, and threw them down.

boom!boom!
The pumpkin hammer fell from the sky, and under the support of huge gravity, it was like a meteorite falling, bringing out the whistling sound of wind, like thunder.

The two venerables wanted to get out of the way, but they found out in despair that they had been firmly locked!

Boom!

The pumpkin hammer fell and smashed into the ground deeply, and the soil flew up, splashing two bright blood flowers.

The two venerables have become meat paste.

This scene frightened the four people in the air to the point of tearing their hearts apart, and they ran back with all their strength, desperately trying to get out of Canghaike's wind wall.

Until this moment, someone finally reacted.

"Anxi Rentu, this is the real Anxi Rentu!"

"Human massacre is coming!"

The 20 soldiers of the Allied Forces of the Four Nations were unable to stabilize their position and appeared to be in a state of disorganization.

Back then, Eleven Venerables from the Six Kingdoms entered Anxi together and were killed by Song Yun and the Nine Fire Flame Dragon. When the news spread, the whole world was shocked.

There was a massacre in the northwest of the Tang Dynasty, and the killing of the venerable was like a dog. The soldiers of all countries have heard of this.

Today, however, I witnessed with my own eyes that Song Yun beheaded three venerables in a row with one finger and two hammers.The impact of this scene was too great.

If the four venerables in the air die again, the 20 army will collapse psychologically and be defeated directly!
(End of this chapter)