Sect Abandoned Disciple, I Turned To Join The Court

Innate realm, you will be able to control the sky for a short time.

And the Tianmen realm not only enhances the time of Yukong.

Even more like the gods in the legends of Han Yuan's previous life, he can be flexible and vain.

It's just that few people on the battlefield would do such stupid things.

Because most practitioners in this world do not reach the state of the golden body of the Dharma.

The body is still relatively fragile.

Once it is targeted by the enemy sharpshooter, it is the best living target!

Died unjustly.

However, Han Yuan, who was far away from the battlefield at this time, did not have so many scruples.

It was just Ding Yun and Wang Xiu who were beside him, the two major repairers of the Tianmen realm.

At this time, he looked at Han Yuan like a monster.

They have never seen a cultivator in the Heaven Gate realm, which can maintain such a long time in the sky.

It seems that for Han Yuan, being in the air is no different from standing on the ground.

Soon, the two felt that the real essence of the Tianmen realm in their bodies was constantly being consumed.

If it continues to be consumed, I am afraid that it will affect the next battle.

Therefore, he didn't dare to continue to support, and could only fall from the air with a smirk.

However, Han Yuan was not surprised by this, because the "Eight Desolate Martial Art Book" he practiced was originally the supreme secret book presented by the system.

True Yuan itself is far beyond the ordinary Tianmen cultivator.

What's more, the Movement Technique he used at this time was also a BUG-level Movement Technique secret technique.

compared to him?

Hehe, Han Yuan wanted to tell the other party ruthlessly.

Daddy is not trying to put 13, but to brush proficiency, to practice...

The situation on the battlefield is getting more and more anxious.

It's getting more and more cruel! It's getting more and more tragic!

Look around.

The place where the two sides meet is already full of corpses.

There are Karasuma barbarians.

There are also heavy armored infantry soldiers of the Liao Army in Dayong Town!

At this moment, those heavy armoured infantry soldiers in Liaoning Province are worthy of their glory!

Worthy of the robe behind you!

They really fought to the death!

Even at the moment of death, they used their corpses for the robes behind them.

Constructed a solid 'city wall' made of their flesh and blood!

"Shen Liao Heavy Armor!

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! 35

Those tragic and heroic roars issued by them before they died.

Like the bravest battle song in the world!

It made Han Yuan, who was more than ten miles away, also see his blood boil!

"Magnificent! I am a good boy!

"Magnificent! I am Dayong Town Liao Heavy Armor!""

"Magnificent! 35

Han Yuan Yufeng stepped in the air, watching the scene in the distance, instinctively paid the highest respect to these robes who have never been masked!

But the war is far from over!

Because those fierce barbarians are still charging at the risk of death.

No one knows how long they are going to rush!

Maybe even they don't know...

Dead people...too many!

They are already numb.

At this time, they could only be under the orders of the Khan's military tent.

Under the leadership of their respective clan chiefs and clan elders, they continued to fight against the Liao Army in heavy armor.

Then, die there.

The rain of arrows in the sky continued to fall.

Whenever that dark cloud passed by over their heads.

When it fell, the people around him were actually half dead.

What they don't know, however, is that they should actually envy these sudden death of their kin.

Because they no longer have to continue to rush to the more bloody, cruel battlefield intersection line.

And most of the rest.

They stepped on the corpses of the same clan and rushed to the 'high slope' ahead

.

wrong!

That's not a high slope at all!

That's also the corpse of their kin!

It is built down layer by layer, just like adding soil to a mountain, and it is constantly formed!

And soon, most of them...even all of them will be part of this 'high slope'.

Become the next batch of the same clan, the high ground that will be climbed!

because……

At this time, those Nangou heavy armors were already standing on the high 'hillside', condescendingly stabbed down with the long spears in their hands.

very easy...

It's even easier than when the war just started.

The reason is also ridiculous.

It was those corpses of the same race that formed the 'hillside', which slowed down their horses.

And the cavalry who lost their horse speed were actually just like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the grasslands, no different from them!

"There's no hope...~~"

A barbarian warrior who experienced the battle of Zhen Liaocheng more than ten years ago suddenly had a terrible thought before he died.

And perhaps as the barbarian warrior thought.

At this time in the Khan's military tent.

Many Karasuma close officials couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

So tragic!

Far more tragic than they imagined before the war!

Because they didn't expect that all these years have passed.

The bow and crossbow of the Zhen Liao Army is getting stronger and stronger!

The rain of arrows that covered the sky like a dark cloud, let alone the warriors under it.

Even if they looked from a distance, there was a creepy sense of horror.

They can fully imagine how desperate those warriors who faced those arrow rains were before they died.

This battle... can't go on...

Warriors, really tried their best!

All Karasuma close officials and elders clearly understood this in their hearts.

But they can't do it!

It is precisely because they have long known that this war will be lost.

Therefore, they have to urge, and even force these barbarian warriors to die.

Do not weaken the tribes outside the royal court to a certain extent.

This death-like charge will not stop.

Well, that might be a little hard to understand.

Let’s make an analogy.

These Karasuma barbarians are like the companies that Han Yuan started as a partnership in his previous life.

Shibi Khan is the chairman.

And those tribes that respect the beginning and end of being a Khan are the big and small shareholders.

If a business fails, the chairman's strength is doomed to weaken.

How can the chairman ensure that he can continue to hold the power of the company?

Then artificially expand the losses of small shareholders!

As long as these small shareholders are weakened to the point where they can't complain or even rebel against the chairman, that's it!

This is the idea of ​​these wise men of Karasumabe!

Cruel and dirty!

However, Shibi Khan himself did not think so much.

At this time, the only thought in his mind was to defeat the Zhen Liao Army! Defeat Gongsun Du!

It makes him amused, even amusing!

After all, what's more meaningful than defeating a God of War in Dayong Town?

Just beat the opponent.

Does it further confirm the prophecy of the one hundred years old man of hope!

There will be black dragons in the north!

And I, Shibi Khan, isn't Destiny's place!?

The hero who is destined to rule Dayong!

Therefore, at this moment, Shibi Khan looked at the bloody and cruel scene in front of him.

Looking at the warriors of his tribe, in this war like a mill of flesh and blood.

Constantly being consumed, constantly in Death!

Not only did he not have the slightest regret!

On the contrary, more and more enthusiasm!

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"The first one to break through the Southern Dog Formation will be rewarded to thousands of households!"

For the dog that can bite the enemy for himself, Shibi Khan has never been stingy with rewards!

Therefore, the ten thousand households mentioned here is not an imaginary number!

But a real majority of a million people!

Just like the Lhashan Ministry that was destroyed by Han Yuan at the beginning, there are thousands of people!

This is also the reason why Shibi Khan never lacks fans despite his absurdity.

And that's exactly what it said.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

The warriors of the small and medium-sized tribes who have received such a promise from Shibi Khan, are all boiling!

At this moment, they forgot their fear and their Death!

Because they are very clear.

Even if all the clansmen who followed the Khan were dead.

as long as they do it.

Those clansmen who are still struggling on the grasslands can suddenly become the masters of the grasslands!

Isn't that not enough for them to give their lives to fight?

As a result, the people of these small and medium-sized tribes all went crazy, once again gathering the remaining tribesmen and rushing in the direction of Zhenliao Heavy Armor.

And those patriarchs and patriarchs from most of the ten thousand people looked at each other.

Obviously moved too.

After all, who can refuse, how many more households will there be in the own tribe?

Therefore, they, who were still relatively conservative in the past, also began to send their own tribe's elite warriors.

Shibi Khan, who saw this scene, laughed out loud.

He didn't seem to realize that he was urging his own clan to die.

On the contrary, those close officials of Karasuma wise men were shocked.

A secret khan is a khan.

With a single move, the big tribes that might become the king's confidants were attracted.

Thinking of this, they all looked at Shibi Khan with awe.

Khan, just Khan!

High!

It's really high!

Therefore, sometimes I deeply dig out the truth of many things in this world.

It's all absurd and ridiculous.

The conspiracy, conspiracy, and even some unconscious actions of the superior.

It will always make the lower-ranking person pay the painful price of life, blood and tears, etc.

Just like the tragic battlefields of Zhenliao and Karasuma at this time.

A barbarian warrior from a small tribe screamed in pain.

""'Patriarch! Can't rush anymore!'

"Go on! The clansmen will really die!"

But the patriarch of the barbarian warrior heard this, although his face burst into tears.

Still muttering to himself.

"Rush again! Rush again!"

"Clansmen! One more charge!"

"Don't you think that the clansmen on the grassland will always be oppressed by those big clans! 359

"Have own women been abused by those big clans?"

The patriarch beat his horse and begged in his mouth.

"Clansmen! This patriarch is begging you!"

"Rush again!

"perhaps……"

However, he was not finished yet.

The arrow, which had been icy, penetrated directly through his defenseless chest.

A huge hole, blood gurgled out.

The patriarch opened his mouth full of blood and smiled sadly.

"Forget it, no chance..."

Life and death, sometimes, are so fleeting.

It is also a lament composed by all the small tribes on this Monan grassland.