Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

At Sishui Pass, Commander-in-Chief Han Rong led tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, waiting for the enemy to arrive, sharpening their swords and waiting for Xiqi's army to arrive.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. In Sishui Pass, the ground shook as if there was an earthquake.

A sergeant lay on the ground and listened, then immediately stood up and shouted, "Man, so many people, thousands of troops!"

The communication soldiers on the city also reacted instantly, "The soldiers and horses of the Xiqi rebels are here!"

Commander-in-Chief Han Rong, Pioneer Officer Wang Hu, and the fourth-generation disciples of Jiejiao quickly climbed up the city wall and squinted into the distance.

From a distance, large numbers of sergeants were rushing towards them, including cavalry, archers, heavy armored soldiers, all kinds of arms, obviously imitating what Dashang had learned.

At a rough glance, there are no less than a hundred thousand soldiers and horses, and these are only a very small part of Xiqi's soldiers and horses, with the big head still behind.

The leaders of the army this time were Ji Fa, Nangong Shi, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu.

The four of them were dressed in shining golden armor, as if they were gods descending to earth, giving them a feeling of invincibility.

On the top of the city, Han Rong spit, "Bah, what kind of silver pewter spear head, these few people still want to attack our Sishui Pass?"

The total number of soldiers and horses stationed in Sishui Pass alone totaled more than 100,000, and each of them was an elite.

Moreover, there are abundant food reserves and sufficient armaments and food.

The most important thing is that they are in an iron wall and are defensive.

It is a joke that Xiqi wants to attack the city with only 100,000 troops sent.

Ji Fa, Nangong Shi, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu kicked their mounts and arrived at the city gate.

Ji Fa shouted, "Han Rong, there are traitors around the king, the merchants are unethical, and the people are in dire straits. Why don't you surrender quickly and follow me, Xiqi, to clear the king and give peace to the merchants?"

The soldiers in charge of guarding the city retched for a while. They had long heard that Xibohou Jichang was unparalleled in the world because of his shameless face.

This is already the case for a son, let alone a father, and I have seen it today.

Han Rong was stunned for a moment and spat at Ji Fa in an instant, "You're a dirty kid. You were born and grew up in Dashang. You don't want to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country. Instead, you want to rebel in the name of Qingjun. It's simply ridiculous. The crime is unforgivable. If I were you, I would crash to death at the Sishui Pass."

Ji Fa's face was cold and he didn't say anything. Instead, he quietly took two steps back.

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu stepped forward and yelled, "Yu Hua, when we know you are in the city, if you have the courage, come out and fight our brothers."

"The fourth-generation disciple of Jiedang Jiejiao won't be a coward, right?"

"Haha, you are a turtle with your head down, and you are the one who intercepts the teachings and turns them into something else. You deserve your reputation."

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu laughed wildly, their faces full of pride, but their eyes were fixed on the city head.

Once Yu Hua comes down, he will immediately use the power of thunder to force Yu Hua to take action.

"Crunch, crunch!"

The city gate of Sishui Pass opened at some point.

Yu Hua rode a beast with flaming eyes and golden eyes, holding the Blood-Transforming Magic Sword and carrying the Soul-killing Banner around his waist, and slowly arrived outside the city gate.

"Come out!"

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu were very excited.

Yu Hua's face was very calm, "Who are you two? How dare you insult me?"

"We are disciples of Daoxing Tianzun, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu. According to seniority, you have to call us uncle."

"Uncle Master?"

Yu Hua smiled, "Just because you two leaked this stuff from who knows where, you are worthy of me calling you uncle. It will really make people laugh out loud. If you are wise enough to catch them without any effort, I will give you a happy life." Otherwise, the blood-transforming magic sword in my hand is not a vegetarian."

"Hmph, arrogant!"

"court death!"

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu suddenly became angry. Before they became apprentices, they were tyrants running rampant on the streets.

When they worship a true immortal, Dao Xing Zhenren does not teach them etiquette or rules, but only teaches them immortal skills and abilities.

After learning their skills, the two became even more arrogant and looked down upon almost everyone.

They naturally looked down upon Xiao Xiaoyu Hua, who had taught him four generations of disciples.

In mid-air, two dazzling lights flashed.

A long golden whip appeared in Han Dulong's hand, entwined and extremely powerful.

In Xue Ehu's hand, there was a long sword, glowing with silver light and extremely powerful!

The cold air was everywhere and the evil spirit was rippling, causing the temperature in the air to suddenly drop a lot, making people shiver all over.

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu quickly winked while offering their spiritual treasures.

The Han Poison Dragon whipped towards Yu Hua with a fierce whip. The swift long whip blocked all of Yu Hua's escape routes in an instant, shrouding Yu Hua's body in the shadow of the whip.

Xue Ehu took the right shot. Before the whip could restrain Yu Hua, he swung his sword and stabbed Yu Hua fiercely.

On the long sword, a powerful mana burst out, making a big hole in the void. It was obvious that he had made up his mind to severely damage Yu Hua with one blow.

"With this little ability, you're here to show off your humiliation?"

Yu Hua shook his head secretly, Han Dulong and Xue Erhu were of average moral character, and relying on the spiritual treasures in their hands, they would most likely be able to deal with ordinary Golden Immortal monks.

But it is too early to deal with him, and it is no less than wishful thinking.

In the flash of lightning, Yu Hua stretched out a hand and tightly grasped the golden whip amid countless whip shadows.

Then with a fierce tug, Han Dulong staggered, almost unable to stabilize his body, and flew up.

But before he could see clearly what was going on, all the strength in his hand suddenly dissipated.

A blood-red long knife flew out of Yu Hua's hand, and cut the golden long whip fiercely. Holding the broken long whip, Han Dulong fell to the ground fiercely.

"Not good."

Xue Ehu's face changed slightly. When he was about to help Han Dulong up, he suddenly felt a sharp pain. As soon as he turned around, he saw a long banner behind him. As the long banner danced, countless demonic energy spread out from it and tied Xue Ehu.

Xue Ehu's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the rope that was transformed from pure demonic energy. In an instant, the two sides were entangled together. In a short time, no one could do anything to the other.

"Now!"

Yu Hua's eyes flashed with light, and he sacrificed the blood-transforming divine knife again.

"Wow!"

An extremely sharp knife light flashed, and a touch of scarlet appeared. Han Dulong's good head had already flown up. After rolling on the ground for a few rounds, he was sluggish and motionless, with a dying expression on his face.

At this time, above the nine heavens, the surging calamity energy shook violently.

An invisible calamity fell on Han Dulong, resonating with the Conferred God List in Taiqing's hand on Shouyang Mountain.

The Conferred God List suddenly burst out a pulling force, pulling Han Dulong's soul into the Conferred God List across billions of miles.

"Junior Brother Dulong!!"

Xue Ehu shouted, but still couldn't stop Han Dulong's true spirit from being enveloped by the evil spirit and flying towards Shouyang Mountain.

Ji Fa on the side was even more stunned. Han Dulong and Xue Ehu were the third-generation disciples of the Holy Religion, but they died so quickly.

Xue Ehu stared at Yu Hua and said coldly, "Yu Hua, you are so bold. Relying on the magic weapon in your hand, you kill your fellow disciples. Aren't you afraid that the saint will blame you and kill you in an instant!"

"Fellow disciples?"

"You are a disciple of the Chan Religion, and I am a disciple of the Jie Religion. What sect do we share?"