From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Without further ado, all new and old grudges were settled at this moment.

The night sky was filled with flashes of swords and guns, billowing flames, and lingering purple smoke. Even the slightest leak of fluctuations was enough to scare others.

clang!
The ghost-headed broadsword chopped fiercely on the red glass spear, and the explosive force instantly overturned Maodun Chanyu, and Yang Jianwen's face turned pale again and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Before she could catch her breath, the poison hooks of the wise king on both sides attacked again. She knew the harm of the poison very well, so she did not dare to be negligent and quickly dodged.

Stab it!

However, he was inevitably scratched by the poisonous hook on his breastplate. Thick white smoke suddenly came out of the wound, and densely packed poisonous insects seemed to be surging. Yang Jianwen threw away the armor without hesitation.

The fluttering red robe was as enchanting and sad as fire.

"Yang Jianwen, you are already at the end of your strength, why seek death yourself? Just surrender obediently, and I, Da Hu, can still spare your life!" Zuo Xian Wang sneered grimly.

"You'll know if it's the last gasp of a spent force if you try it."

She remained calm, pointing her spear at Zuo Xian Wang, causing the other party's smile to freeze. He snorted coldly, but did not dare to move forward.

Last year, both the Left and Right Wise Kings were no match for her in the fight, and this year the gap is even bigger. If Maodun had not joined, they would definitely not have been her match.

Although he now sensed that Yang Jianwen's aura was fluctuating greatly and her state was decadent, no one knew how many deadly moves she had.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, and he doesn't want to risk his life to test it.

"You are still stubborn even when death is imminent. Are all the people in Shenzhou so ungrateful?"

The Right Wise King held his beard and said grimly: "Well, I won't kill you. As long as you serve His Highness Maodun well, your Yang Mansion can still survive and be preserved."

Maodun Chanyu raised his chin and stared at Yang Jianwen, and he could not hide the fiery look in his eyes.

"You old thing, you're looking for death."

There was a deep resentment in her eyes, which instantly made the Right Wise King's hair stand on end. He quickly gathered his energy to meet Yang Jianwen's wrath.

However, the expected attack never arrived.

Ah!
But then he heard the screams of Zuo Xian Wang!
In the distance, I saw that one of Zuo Xian Wang's arms had been chopped off, his red robe fluttering, and the spear stabbed out, piercing through his heart with astonishing speed and sharpness.

Pfft!

Zuo Xian Wang’s screams suddenly stopped, his pupils trembled violently, and he looked at the murderer in disbelief.

Aren't you going to attack him?

King Zuo Xian did not react until his death, but it was too late, and he could only die with regret and fell down.

cough!
Yang Jianwen's body swayed and he coughed up some blood. His face turned as pale as paper and even his lips had lost their color. It was obvious that the shot just now was his limit.

But it was a pity, because if Yang Jianwen was in her prime, she could have killed him with one blow. But due to her serious injuries, her attack missed its target and she only cut off Zuo Xian Wang's arm. Fortunately, she was able to remedy the situation in time.

But this would make her, who was already at the end of her strength, even more exhausted.

It was no longer possible to stop the surging purple smoke behind him.

The big knife came down and cut through Yang Jianwen's red robe, undershirt, and back without any hindrance. Blood splattered, staining the hideous face of Maodun Chanyu, making it even more creepy and terrifying.

The red robe rustled and fell heavily to the ground. The thin body bounced slightly and fell heavily again, stirring up endless dust and wind.

"Homeowner!"

This scene instantly caused hysteria among the generals of Yang Mansion around. They watched with red eyes, but were unable to escape because of the enemy's entanglement.

It sucks. It sucks.

The head of the family fought against three people alone for so long, but finally he could not continue.

This was the first time that the generals saw Yang Jianwen defeated so thoroughly.

No, not defeated!
He fought one against three despite his seriously injured body and even killed a Xiongnu Zhenwu. This was a victory, the undefeated glory that belonged to Yang Jianwen, the head of the Yang family!

"Kill them! Kill!"

As Yang Shouzheng screamed, the generals in Yang's residence were filled with rage, fearless and eager to kill. "Sir!"

Baoer rushed into the snow and dust, and at first sight he saw the red-robed figure lying quietly on the ground.

His face was still cold, without any expression of pain or despair, but his eyes were empty and he stood there in a daze, holding the red glass gun tightly in his hand.

"grown ups!"

Bao'er was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly helped her up from the ground. The warmth flowing from her back made him feel very nervous.

Boom~
At this time, strong winds were raging in the air. Maodun landed steadily on the ground, the machete in his hand was bleeding, and an extremely oppressive aura surged.

Yang Jianwen's eyes came back to life instantly and he stood up straight again.

"By killing my Great Hu King, you have chosen a fate worse than death. Being a concubine is too easy for you, so just join my army as a prostitute." Maodun's eyes were filled with anger.

Zuo Xian Wang was killed by Yang Jianwen in a thunderous manner, and no one had time to stop it. This undoubtedly made his originally supreme military achievements dim.

The fall of a Zhenwu was such a serious accident that even he could not bear it.

At this moment, only the most severe torture can ease the hatred in his heart!
"You fart!"

Baoer stood in front of Yang Jianwen, extremely angry at his blasphemous words, and disappeared on the spot with his scimitar.

"It's just a trick."

Maodun smiled coldly, and purple air suddenly exploded, instantly blowing Baoer out of stealth mode and crashing into the ruins, where his life or death was unknown.

There is no way. The difference in cultivation is so huge that any tricks are useless.

Call ~
Yang Jianwen let out a long sigh, his face calm as he began to prepare to explode the spirit infant.

Even if this action would result in his own death and the burial of all the soldiers and civilians in Jianjia City, it would be worth it. This would at least eliminate the vast majority, or even all, of the Xiongnu soldiers.

If this is not done, the fall of Jianjia City will only turn it into a living hell, and the fate of all the soldiers and civilians will be even more tragic.

So, let’s die together.

Yang Jianwen clenched her teeth, but just before the spirit baby exploded, an inexplicable force rushed in and interrupted the process.

puff!
She spat out another mouthful of blood, and the burning pain in her back felt even colder.

This is...poison.

Yang Jianwen's vision began to shake, and Maodun seemed to have countless double images and countless sneers in front of him.

"You want to self-destruct? You are very brave. You are the first Zhenwu strongman I have ever seen who dares to self-destruct. Just based on this, you are already better than most men."

"It's a pity that you are a girl. Haha, you should know what these soldiers want to play the most."

The teasing voice echoed in Yang Jianwen's ears like the devil's whisper, stirring her brain and lingering.

Looking at the overlapping figures in front of him, Yang Jianwen felt sad and desperate, his body was unstable and his legs were limp.

"The children of the Yang family...will die standing, not kneeling to live."

She bit her tongue, but before committing suicide, she wanted to swing the gun one more time.

The last bit of strength must be used to kill the enemy!
The red glass spear was raised tremblingly, and flames shot out, like the last light in the darkness, stabbing towards Maodun.

"It's in vain. With your strength, you can't even pierce my breastplate."

His face was full of contempt and sarcasm, and he didn't even make any movement.

But Maodun regretted it the next second. The sneer on his face froze like a sculpture. A figure in red suddenly appeared in his black pupils.

He was suspended above Yang Jianwen, with the same bright red complexion, the same frosty face, and the same spear-stabbing movements.

But it gave him a completely different and intense sense of crisis! (End of this chapter)