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

Chapter 80
Uwe Shanyu was still hesitating, more and more cavalry escaped, and kept reporting the investigation situation——

More than ten thousand elites were all buried in the city, and they were all cut in half by the same sword energy, and no one survived!
As for the shaman... No one found him, not even a residual divine sense.

Uwe Shanyu's face became more and more ugly, and he completely gave up on entering the city.

They are all in the realm of martial saints, but he thought to himself that he couldn't trap a ghost to death and at the same time wipe out all [-] fine horses.

The mysterious martial saint in the city does have powerful means, whether it's in the field of luck or something else.

Feeling helpless, Uwe Shanyu faced the city gate and shouted in jerky Daxia Mandarin:
"I am Beiyuan Shanyu Uwe, who is the venerable in the city? Where does he come from?"

"If you let the shaman go, Beiyuan will definitely thank you!"

In Anxi City, there were only the sound of horseshoes, the sound of sword energy breaking through the air, and the screams of cavalry, and no one paid any attention to him.

Wu Weikong waited for a long time, and gradually became annoyed.

"Okay, okay, if you have the ability, you will hide here all the time. Ben Shanyu will step on Anxi sooner or later, and let you try the methods of the Northern Plains people!"

Not long after, even the screams of the cavalry disappeared in the city, and it fell into a complete silence.

10,000+ Beiyuan cavalry are still surrounded outside the city, densely distributed for several miles, like an ant colony.

But they all stopped where they were, and no one dared to enter the city after listening to Shanyu's harsh words.

Uwe cursed impassionedly, but his legs were firmly nailed to the gate of the city as if they were glued together, and he did not take a step forward.

At first, the cavalry waved their scimitars to chime in a few times, but then they didn't even bother to open their mouths.

After tossing for a while, the 10,000+ army did not move at all.

Everyone looked at each other, as if saying:
Do you not enter?Then I won't enter either.

Someone even started to count the supplies that were just looted.

Uwe Chanyu scolded dryly, and found that there was no movement behind him. Looking back at the scene, he was furious:

"You little brats!"

Several generals looked over eagerly, "Chan Yu—"

Uvedon felt resentful and whipped his horsewhip in the air.

"Hmph, that Martial Saint is timid and dare not fight with me, what can I do?"

Several warriors immediately echoed:
"That's right! Master Shan Yu's tiger's body shook, and the enemy's martial saint trembled in fright, and dared not leave the city!"

"Shan Yu's Megatron Desert today..."

Uwe Shanyu's complexion improved, and he said loudly:
"Forget it, the battle is important. The shaman's revenge will be reported in the future. Jing Jun is not going fast with his luggage. Let's fight back now!"

Hearing this, the Beiyuan cavalrymen who were still sleepy immediately cheered up.

Amidst the whistling sound, one by one turned their horses' heads and rushed towards the north in groups...

Swish——Song Yun stabbed to death the last Beiyuan cavalry in the city with his sword.

[Song Yun, the town warrior, killed 2 Tier 7 enemies, 38 Tier 186 enemies, 904 Tier 2877 enemies, 3 Tier [-] enemies, [-] Tier [-] enemies, and [-] Tier [-] enemies. Martial arts repair value + [-]]

[Current state: Tier [-] martial arts master, late stage]

[Cultivation value required to advance to the sixth-order peak: 9/10]

[Current luck value: 137 million]

Listening carefully, the trembling sound on the ground gradually disappeared, and he shook his head and laughed:

"Let's go? You can bear this boring loss, and it's quite bearable. Not bad, it should be able to cause some trouble for Jingguo."

This time Song Yun did not try to lure the Beiyuan people into the city.

Because 10,000+ Beiyuan cavalry are outside, they can effectively contain the Jing army.

If this Uwe Chanyu is stupid enough to take the initiative to go to the city to die, then he will happily accept it.

Since this person is more cautious, it means there is still some use value, so let's keep it for now.

Song Yun retracted the sword into its sheath, and the stellar energy gently oscillated around his body, dispelling all the dust and blood stains all over his body.

The Gebu white robe was still clean and fresh.

Being able to complete this little trick of "turning from rigidity to softness" shows that he is not far from the realm of the peak of the master.

Achieving a true martial saint is the next goal.

Song Yun opened the secret door of the cellar, motioned for two old soldiers, Gao Hanqing and Li Tianyang to come out, and dragged the unconscious Menghuo back to the ground.

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood all over the city appeared in front of everyone, and with the night wind, the strong smell of blood lingered in the air.

Except for Gao Hanqing who was mentally prepared, everyone else turned pale with shock.

Gao Hanqing's expression was not normal, as soon as he saw the thousands of corpses, he knew he had to work again...

Li Tianyang witnessed such a terrifying scene for the first time, his face turned pale, he leaned over and retched.

He vomited a few times, and suddenly saw a head lying not far away, staring at this side with round eyes, his body trembled, and he even vomited out the bitter water.

Song Yun shrugged, turned to look at the two old soldiers, "This is just an ordinary child, you didn't raise him according to the royal family?"

Today is a century of troubled times, not like an era of peace.

Most of the royal heirs of various countries need to practice, either practicing martial arts or Taoism, and they will also experience battles, see blood, and sharpen their will.

And Li Tianyang obviously just started martial arts, so he doesn't have much experience.

The two old soldiers sighed:

"I didn't expect this day to come. We have been incognito for decades, and we are all ready to die in the mountain village."

"As for the two children of Tianyang, if they live out their lives in peace and keep their blood flowing, we will be considered to have completed the task."

"No one thought that once Chang'an fell, Li Yong and his gang would be overwhelmed with self-care, and Anxi would have a strong Beiting descendant like you, and the time would be ripe."

"This child Tianyang has great potential, and his character is considered firm, so he still has value in nurturing..."

The two old soldiers hurriedly spoke good words to Li Tianyang, for fear that Song Yun might have plans to replace him.

Song Yun nodded, "Exercise slowly."

At this time, it was the middle of the night, everyone rested for two hours, and the sky outside the house was bright.

Gao Hanqing went out with a yawn, while Li Tianyang had two dark circles under his eyes - he couldn't sleep because of the smell of blood.

These two people have to complete the difficult task today - clean up the corpses in the whole city and burn them together.

There are also a lot of military supplies scattered all over the ground, and they have to be collected.

Song Yun was chatting with the old pawn in the room, and glanced at the progress outside from time to time.

Although Li Tianyang's face was pale and he vomited out several times, he still gritted his teeth and followed Gao Hanqing silently, slowly carrying the corpse.

He rushed to do some dirty and tiresome work, without the delicate posture of "the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty".

Seeing this, Song Yun nodded secretly. This young man has the value of training if he can put himself in the right position.

In a century of troubled times, countries, large and small, emerge one after another, and I will appear on the stage after you sing.

There are too many people who have been the king of a country, and their status may not be lofty.

If the king has the realm of martial saint or ghost fairy, he is naturally a hero who holds great power.

But in many cases, the monarch is just the spokesperson pushed to the front of the stage by Venerable Zhen Guo, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a puppet.

If you are not obedient, you can change it at any time.

If Li Tianyang is not worthy of this seat, Song Yun even thinks that Gao Hanqing is not bad.

As the lord of the country and the powerhouse of the pseudo-martial saint realm, he is now the one who has the final say.

The two old soldiers were also very aware of this, and they did not show their seniority, and respected Song Yun very much.

(End of this chapter)