Heaven-defying Skills

King Xiaoyao's army did not withdraw far, but stopped outside the coverage of the piano music, reorganizing the scattered army layer by layer. Jialan was so important that the rebels could not give up because of Han Fengxue's obstruction. Cai Lun understood that he had to capture Jialan before the imperial capital reinforcements arrived at Rote, otherwise Rote would be in danger. Once Rote fell, the imperial capital army would be left with a flat road, and they had no chance at all before they captured Jialan.

While reorganizing the army, Cai Lun ordered the messenger to send a message to King Xiaoyao, saying that there was no need for the army, but only to send experts to help. The big drums were carried to the front of the formation one by one. In addition, Cai Lun also dispatched some strong soldiers to beat the drums, with only one purpose, to disrupt Han Fengxue's playing and prevent Han Fengxue's piano music from exerting its power.

The reorganized army marched towards Jialan City again, shouting and roaring, and the sound waves surged towards Jialan City, as if to drown Jialan with the sound waves.

On the top of Jialan City, Han Fengxue and Aoyang looked at the army that covered the sky with serious expressions. After looking at the few hundred remaining soldiers, Han Fengxue sighed and said that he could only rely on himself for everything.

Xiao Diao and Xiao Bai were guarding one side of the top of the city, while Han Fengxue took out the Nine Heavens Ring again and said to the nervous Aoyang and Shi Qian: "Brother, General, you take the soldiers away from the top of the city. I am afraid that you will be hurt by mistake."

Aoyang and Shi Qian nodded at the same time. After the experience just now, he dared not underestimate the zither player anymore. He left the top of the city with the soldiers, but they did not go far away. Instead, they watched the situation on the top of Jialan City not far from the city, although they could only see the vague figure of Han Fengxue.

The sound of the piano sounded again, but it did not reach the ears of the crowd, because it was drowned out by the shouts and drums of the rebels. The strangest scene in the history of the battlefield appeared. A young man sat alone on the top of the city, playing the piano. On both sides of him were two monsters. On the other side, there were many more people shouting behind than attacking the city. In front of the shouting crowd, there were rows of drummers desperately beating the war drums.

Soldiers kept climbing up the city wall, but the swift speed of the little eagle and the hurricane generated by the flapping of its wings prevented the soldiers on the left wall from crossing the line. The ice soul tiger on the right was even more difficult to deal with. One person came up to give you a bath, and two came up to give you a double bath. What's more hateful is that the water sprayed by him was left on the body of the person who was bathed by him, and formed a ball of ice. There was no problem on the right side either.

As for the middle, Han Fengxue's fingers kept plucking out while plucking the strings of the piano, and each time he would shoot out with a wisp of energy, and all the people who came up were shot in the head.

Seeing the figures falling down, Cai Lun was a little stunned, and cried in his heart: "Damn it, what kind of monster did I encounter? Not only are the people powerful, but the monsters are also so abnormal." At this moment, he regretted it so much. When King Xiaoyao went to Roth City, he planned to leave a master of the skill king level to sit in his army, but he was rejected. He also vowed that he would definitely take down Jialan within five days, but he didn't expect that the other side would suddenly appear such a powerful master. It would be great if he had one by his side. Although he was very good at fighting, he didn't know much about strength. He only knew how to fight with real swords and guns. He couldn't tell what level Han Fengxue and the two large monsters were. In his opinion, any one of the five guards around King Xiaoyao could take down the other side.

The sun gradually sank to the west, and the afterglow of the sunset poured down on the earth, making it even more desolate. Waves of people fell from the top of Jialan City, but the people behind them seemed endless, and they died one after another. The corpses gradually piled up under the city, up to seven or eight meters. If this continued, the people below could step on the corpses to climb up to the top of the city.

The tone of the piano sound slowly increased, and with a ruthless heart, the invisible spiritual killing was once again given to the piano sound, ignoring the barrier of the ears and piercing people's hearts. Then, another song "Desolate Autumn Wind" was played. What was different from the last time was that this place was a real battlefield at this moment, a battlefield piled with blood and water, and the piano sound was more likely to invade people's hearts and penetrate into people's souls.

The real battlefield intersected with the illusory battlefield, and the hearts of the climbing soldiers were violently moved. What is the war for? Why do I fight, and who do I fight for? What else can I get except the tears of my relatives and the blood of my brothers? The soldiers who came one after another slowed down their movements. They hesitated. In their hearts, the picture was so shocking. In addition to the corpses, there was blood, and even the ground and the sky were blood red. Was it just to achieve the hegemony of others?

Then, the howling of ghosts and the calls of distant relatives sounded in my heart. Time seemed to slow down. Even the movements of the drummers and the shouting crowd began to slow down. The sound of the piano gradually revealed its grandeur. The vast land, who is the master of heaven and earth? Behind the peak of power, there are only countless people's broken homes and broken hearts.

The movements are getting smaller and smaller, and the sound of the piano is getting higher and higher. This time, all the rebels who went out were covered by the sound of the piano. Everyone was baptized by the sound of the piano, the baptism of spirit and soul. The sound of drums finally disappeared completely, the shouting finally stopped completely, the soldiers attacking the city stopped moving, their eyes were blank and dull, they just listened blankly to the solemn and desolate piano music, even the leader of the rebels was fixed there, his eyes were unfocused.

Han Fengxue did not stop playing, but continued his performance. However, it was no longer the bleak autumn wind, but the occasional reunion of laughter and the sadness of separation. The different scenes of life were constantly intertwined and exchanged. The last white light disappeared, and the night fell on the earth, as if to set off the soldiers' mood at this time. Their hearts were also dark. Who could bring them light?

The sound of the piano lasted for an unknown period of time. The tone finally slowly lowered until it stopped. Outside the Jialan City with hundreds of thousands of people, it was still silent. If someone climbed up to the top of the city now, he would not know that there were people below without being able to see clearly. Even the chirping of insects and the flapping of flies' wings could be clearly heard.

After an unknown amount of time, a slight sound was heard in the darkness, and then, voices continued to sound. Han Fengxue on the top of the city suddenly said loudly: "Brave soldiers, you are all soldiers of the empire, iron-blooded soldiers worthy of respect. I never doubt your courage and your persistence in the title of soldier. However, for the ambition of King Xiaoyao, is it worth it for you to abandon your parents, wives and children and fight with the regular army of the empire? Have you ever thought that your passion is just the beginning of others' conspiracy, and your loyalty is just a stepping stone for others to rise to power. Now, put down your weapons, go back to see your families, and throw yourself into the arms of the empire again." After saying this, Han Fengxue secretly admired himself in his heart. When did he become an orator?

It must be said that Han Fengxue's words came at the right time. Not long ago, the soldiers had just experienced the joys and sorrows in his music, and they were even more shaken. Han Fengxue's encouragement had an unprecedented effect. The sound of countless weapons falling could be heard. Although some conservative people were still shouting loudly, they could not stop the development of the situation.

The shaking footsteps continued to sound. Half an hour, one hour, two hours, the footsteps became farther and farther away, until a few shouts were heard occasionally in the dark night. With Han Fengxue's cultivation, although it was pitch black at night, it could not block his sight. Seeing that the crowd had finally retreated, Han Fengxue finally relaxed his tense mind. In just a few hours, his hands had been stained with the blood of tens of millions of soldiers. Every time he thought of this, he felt bad. He was just simply to protect his brothers, but he needed to exchange so many lives. Then, to become a generation of emperors, behind that glory, there were hundreds of millions of lives.

Han Fengxue and Shi Qian also returned to the tower at some point. The stiff muscles on their faces relaxed, but there was no excited smile on their faces, but they were unusually heavy. Then, a burst of warm and excited voices broke out from below. It was the shouts of the soldiers guarding the gate. There were only one thousand remaining fresh troops, and they were all masters. Their task was to prevent the enemy from breaking through the gate or the masters from the inside to open the gate.

Han Fengxue and the other two did not leave, but sat on the tower all night. At dawn, a ray of light pierced the silent night, driving away the darkness that enveloped the earth. Looking at the situation outside Jialan City, the three looked at each other with regret and took a deep breath.

"Xuefeng, go down and rest for a while. I'll call you if there's anything." Aoyang said to Han Fengxue who was a little tired.

Han Fengxue shook his head: "Brother, I'd better stay here. But you, your eyes are all black, so you should go and rest. I can do it here."

Aoyang also shook his head. The two smiled and said nothing. They looked at Shi Qian together. Shi Qian waved his hands repeatedly, looking at Han Fengxue with some surprise and admiration. Whenever he saw Han Fengxue's young face, he would feel as if he was in a dream. How many experiences did young people have to go through to grow to this point.

At this moment, the hearts of the three people tightened again, and they saw dust and smoke rolling again in the distance, and the sound of hooves approaching.

"The rebels have regrouped." The three thought to themselves.

Yes, the rebels have returned again, but this time there are not many people, only about a thousand riders. The figure gradually expanded in his pupils. Seeing the faces of the two leaders clearly, Han Fengxue suddenly jumped up, and the flames rising from his body made Ao Yang and Shi Qian around him retreat hurriedly.

The anger of astonishment and shock surged in his heart, and layers of murderous aura continued to be released. Han Fengxue even forgot the two people beside him at this moment. In his eyes, there were only the two figures approaching, the two faces that he would never forget even if they turned into ashes or chopped into bones.