Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 35
The three great martial arts masters came hand in hand, and Zhao Sheng almost lost his mind on the spot.

Especially Nangong Shiping, the third in the Tianbang, who has been famous for nearly a hundred years and is respected by the world as the sword fairy of the world.

The generals in the camp were also shocked by this astonishing change.

Martial arts grand master, the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail, the land god-like figure, ordinary people may not meet one in a lifetime, the whole world is only ten fingers, and now in this small tent, nearly half of them are standing.

Zhao Sheng's eyebrows jumped wildly, and he turned around to look at Shuai An, looking at Yang Zongxi with a cold expression, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he understood the inside story in an instant.

He was beheaded at this moment, and the 70 army had no leader. As a member of the royal family, Yang Zongxi was also holding a gold medal bestowed by the emperor, so it was logical to take over the military amulet.

Coupled with the growing enthusiasm for fighting in the camp, Yang Zongxi took this opportunity to repel the invasion of the countries in the Northern Region, and he will surely win people's hearts.

Looking at the presence of these three great masters of the Tianbang, one can guess that the martial arts sects of Qianzhou must have been settled by Yang Zongxi.

In this way, Yang Zongxi can completely integrate Qianzhou into a monolithic one in just a few months.

With such a large amount of power accumulated in his hands, and such a secret arrangement, there can only be one conclusion:
Yang Zongxi wants to rebel!
"I am the first-rank general of Zhenbei University appointed by the Holy Majesty, King Zunqing, you have no right to kill me!"

Zhao Sheng didn't choose to do it directly, but instead opened his mouth to delay time and look for a turning point.

It is impossible for him to escape under the siege of the three great masters. Once he makes a move here, he will not only die, but even face the crime of treason.

"My lord, please think twice, General Zhao has no intention of avoiding the battle!"

"I'm afraid it's inappropriate to directly kill the commander-in-chief before the battle. If you want to question the crime, you should wait until after the chaos has been put down, and then return to Beijing to ask the emperor to judge!"

"Now the top priority should be to repel the enemy first!"

After all the generals in the camp came to their senses, they immediately began to plead for mercy. Zhao Sheng had worked in the military camp for many years, and his contacts were very important. Nearly half of these high-ranking generals were his old acquaintances.

The most important thing is that Zhao Sheng is a member of the prime minister Liu Kunnan, and the prime minister's family has deep roots in the army, enough to resist Shen Lie, and it cannot be shaken overnight.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng's heart was slightly relaxed. Under such circumstances, Yang Zongxi would not risk his disobedience and forcibly kill him.

However, when he saw Yang Zongxi's expression, his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. Yang Zongxi's expression did not change at all, his face was indifferent, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations at all.

This feeling reminded Zhao Sheng of Yang Zongxian.

Yang Zongxi stood up unhurriedly, beckoned, and a wooden box was carried into the big tent, which was full of letters and files of various colors.

"Do you know what this is?"

Yang Zongxi got up, walked straight to Zhao Sheng, and said lightly:
"This is your correspondence with the generals of the Northern Territories, and 14 years ago, during the military chaos in Ganzhou, you killed the good and took the credit to blame the devil!"

Zhao Sheng lost his mind for a while, and knelt in front of the wooden box to search. After opening two letters in succession, he raised his head in disbelief, his eyes full of horror:
"Prime Minister, he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Sheng's eyes were full of shock, and a fierce light suddenly appeared, he got up suddenly, like a tiger or leopard coming out of a cage, bared its fangs, and went straight to Yang Zongxi who was beside him.

The terrifying energy and blood fluctuations were like a furnace boiling in the tent, and the armor covering his body even faintly showed signs of melting.

His pupils seemed to be ignited in an instant, a piece of red gold, flames were swallowed between his mouth and nose, and mysterious divine patterns loomed.

Swallowing the awakening pill to advance to the realm of the great master has a certain chance of inheriting the talent of the demon, and Zhao Sheng is one of them.

"Lord, be careful!"

"General Zhao can't!"

Shouts of exclamation resounded from inside the tent, only the three great martial arts masters showed no signs of shock, and they didn't even move their footsteps.

boom!
The large tent of the Chinese army suddenly exploded, and the majestic air wave swept across the Zhenbei camp, splashing dust all over the sky, and the violent wind swept past. Even the generals who had stepped into the innate realm staggered for a while, and had no choice but to be forced to Withdrew more than ten feet.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, a large pit with a diameter of more than three feet had appeared on the cold and hard permafrost.

Yang Zongxi stood at the bottom of the pit, with a nearly three-foot-thick orange mask covering his body, flowing pale golden Sanskrit.

"Heavenly Stem Relic!"

Horror flashed in Zhao Sheng's eyes, his fists were dripping with blood, his arm bones were split, and he was injured by the huge counter-shock force.

The great master of martial arts already has the strength of one person against the country, and he can come and go freely among millions of troops. His every move is the power of a dragon and an elephant. Zhao Sheng even carried a terrifying high temperature that could melt gold into iron when he shot, but now he is only three years old here. In front of the foot-thick barrier, it seemed so powerless.

The only thing that can do this is the legacy of the Heavenly Steed Dynasty.

With the passage of time, most of the treasures left over from the previous dynasty have been damaged and decayed, but there are always exceptions in the world.

The three martial arts masters stepped forward unhurriedly, and surrounded Zhao Sheng invisibly.

After regaining his senses, Zhao Sheng let out a miserable laugh, his knees softened, and he fell to his knees:
"The final general is guilty, and he is willing to lead his death, but I am solely responsible for all the crimes. I hope that the prince will show mercy outside the law and keep me in the Zhao family."

Yang Zongxi was silent and spit out a word:
"kill."

After the words fell, an old man stepped forward slowly, and the sword box on his back instantly bounced off, a three-foot green sword jumped out, flew past, and in the blink of an eye, he chopped off Zhao Sheng's head, spattering with blood It is several feet high.

This is Nangong Shiping, the sword fairy in the world, the third in the heaven list!

The generals around were as silent as cicadas, and there was a dead silence. Quite a few of them looked uneasy, and their eyes swept towards the intact wooden box under Yang Zongxi's feet.

The mask slowly dissipated, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Zongxi kicked over the wooden box.

A large pile of letter files rolled into a pool of blood, was instantly ignited by the high temperature, and gradually burned to ashes.

Seeing this scene, many generals breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, raise the account."

Yang Zongxi's expression was calm, and he ordered casually: "Immediately send a letter to the sage, Zhao Sheng disobeyed the emperor's order, secretly co-operated with the countries in the northern region, and when his deeds were exposed, he committed murder on the spot. The crime is unpardonable. According to the law, everyone should be executed."

Soon, the big pit was filled up on the spot, and the large tent of the Chinese army was erected again. Under the appeasement of many generals, the turmoil in the camp gradually subsided.

In the empty tent, only the three great masters and Yang Zongxi were left.

After Yang Zongxi sat back at the desk, he took out a brocade box from his bosom and threw it at Nangong Shiping.

"These three awakening pills, wait until you find a suitable grandmaster to take them, Yang Zongxian will respond soon, you need to make preparations early and gather all martial arts sects to stand by as soon as possible."

"Obey." The three great masters took the order and left without saying a word.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in black armor stepped into the big tent and knelt down on one knee to salute:

"The last general, Song Ruilin, see the prince."

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"Yesterday, the prince seems to have arrived at Ganzhou."

"I heard that when he arrived, he was furious and beheaded the general of Zhenbei, Zhao Sheng, on the grounds of fearing death and avoiding the battle."

"How did I hear that it was Zhao Sheng who conspired against him and wanted to kill the prince?"

In front of the steaming steamer, Shen Qing was holding a meat bun in her mouth, listening to various rumors not far away, she couldn't recover for a while.

Zhao Sheng... is dead?
(End of this chapter)