Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 915 Battle of Fate
Han Wang'an was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, Han Fei didn't urge him, he opened his eyes and nose, and his nose was watching his heart. If his father and son were fighting, what would happen if he opened his mouth?

If he hadn't mobilized the Sikouli soldiers and needed an explanation, he wouldn't even want to come.

In fact, Han Wangan is not thinking about who will be the general at this time, because he has no choice at all, let alone, will this rebellious son let him choose?
He was silent for a long time, but he was thinking, judging by Han Fei's posture, he obviously wanted to control the power of the whole South Korea. Now he has the support of Yin Yuanhui, and he no longer takes anyone seriously, including his father. .

He openly recommended him as the commander of the military, to control the punishment of South Korea, and the general in charge of the South Korean army was recommended by him. With the army as the backing, he can carry out his legalist way without any scruples.

Although Ji Wuye is ambitious, what is the difference between what this Nizi is doing today and Ji Wuye?
Forget it, anyway, he is still his own son. It is better for Korea to be controlled by him than to be controlled by outsiders. Even if he wants to force the palace one day, the most he can do is to give up the throne to him. After all, Korea is still surnamed Han.

Just when Han Wangan was accepting his fate, a gust of wind rose out of nowhere in the hall, and a piece of silk came from nowhere and fluttered onto Han Wangan's desk.

The gentle female voice that sounded just now sounded again, "Ninth Young Master, the Chao Banshee has confessed. This is a confession. I have abolished her cultivation and made her forget all her abilities with secret techniques."

"Today's fashionable banshee is just an ordinary woman with no power to restrain a chicken. How to deal with it is up to King Han to decide."

Han Fei said, "Thank you, Miss Zhiruo."

Hearing this, Han Wangan felt a little comforted. He was really reluctant to part with such a peerless and enchanting Mrs. Mingzhu. Now that she has lost all her abilities, she has become an ordinary woman that he can easily control. This is already the best result.

And the resentment towards Han Fei in his heart was also slightly reduced because of this incident, so he said: "The descendants of Guigu all have the talents of the world, and I am very relieved that my son can recruit such talents."

"According to what you said, invite the descendant of Guigu to take the post of general to control the country's soldiers and horses. You have solved the case of ghost soldiers robbing pay, which shows that you are extremely talented and can be the important task of the commander."

Han Fei cupped his fists and bowed, "Thank you, father."

……

This is a gloomy but majestic castle. A suspension bridge is the only entrance. Under the bridge is a bottomless mist. Once the suspension bridge rises, the abyss is much stronger than the moat. No army can easily cross it. Pass.

The city gate behind the suspension bridge was designed in the shape of a big bat, with several tall statues of soldiers standing quietly on both sides, staring at the people passing by.

The military flag with the bat's family crest fluttered in the wind, and the blood-red chains looked extremely strange.

Killing dead bones, condensed blood dyed white clothes, dry bones shining on silver armor, and the castle covered in blood, this is a place full of legends. The strange buildings in the castle are chilling, like a cold snow mountain.

In the inner courtyard of the Bloodcloth Castle, a figure as red as blood was slowly walking in the courtyard. The figure was blood red, with white hair, and his skin was as bloodless as a vampire. It seemed that only white and red remained on his body. Two colors are common.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood in the courtyard inexplicably. He didn't make any other movements, just stood there with his head slightly lowered, for a long time...

"Being able to sneak in here has not been discovered by the White Armored Army. It seems that your strength is good, but since you are here, there is no need to leave."

Bloody Hou Bai Yifei's gloomy voice sounded, accompanied by a burst of coldness, this "cold" does not describe the coldness in feeling, but the real coldness.

A cold air emanated from his body, and the air dropped sharply in an instant. The flowers, plants, trees in the courtyard, and even the ground quickly condensed a thick layer of frost.

"Hee hee, they didn't sneak in, but flew in openly."

A soft and gentle female voice, better than that of his cousin, the banshee, sounded behind her head. Bai Yifei's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly turned around, slightly raising his head to look at the sky.

Then, in the midair obliquely above, a woman in a crimson battle dress, who was so glamorous and glamorous, was standing suspended in the air with flames spraying from the soles of her feet.

Bai Yifei's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"call"

Yan Lingji held the Fire Spirit Sword in her left hand, and a flame sprang up from the tip of her right index finger, and she blinked at Bai Yifei. The amorous feelings at that moment made people like Bai Yifei lose their senses for a moment.

She still said in that charming and lazy voice: "I want to try whether the ice can extinguish the flame, or the flame can melt the ice."

Bai Yifei asked in surprise, "Are you here to challenge me?"

Yan Lingji's appearance made him subconsciously take things lightly.

Unexpectedly, Yan Lingji giggled, shook her index finger that was burning with a ray of flame, causing the ray of flame to sway slightly from side to side, "It's not as simple as a challenge! If you are not strong enough, I will kill you And you!"

Bai Yifei's eyes turned cold, and he sneered, "You can try it."

After saying this, Bai Yifei's body was filled with cold, his hands were held empty, and two long swords slowly appeared in his hands, one red and the other white, the red one was like blood, and the white one was like snow.

What was even more bizarre was that the blades of the two swords were long and narrow, but under the sunlight, there was no shadow of the sword at all, as if what he was holding in his hands were just two non-existent swords.

Seeing this, Yan Lingji laughed and said: "Sure enough, you are worthy of being a bloody marquis, and you have some tricks. If that's the case, then accept the trick!"

In an instant, the flame at Yan Lingji's fingertips blazed like a scorching sun, and the cold air was like thin ice in summer, which disappeared in an instant, and even the thick layer of ice in the courtyard melted in an instant.

Bai Yifei's pupils shrunk slightly, and the hand holding the sword tightened a little bit. There were crisp crackling sounds again and again. With Bai Yifei as the center, the ice spread rapidly, and countless ice thorns appeared on the ice layer.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Bai Yifei swung his swords in front of him, countless ice thorns broke away from the ice layer, rose from the ground, and flew towards Yan Lingji in the sky like an anti-air missile.

"Huhuhu..."

In that fiery ball of fire, countless fireballs also flew out, just like the meteor shower outside that day, falling down overwhelmingly.

"Bang bang bang..."

The collision of ice and fire did not melt or sublimate, but instead collided like entities, the ice thorns shattered and sparks flew everywhere.

There was a hint of horror in Bai Yifei's eyes. The ice is a solid body, and it is normal for it to shatter, but it also depends on what it collides with.

The flame is a virtual object, and his ice thorns are extremely solid. What should have happened is that the ice thorns pass through the flames. Even if the flame temperature is extremely high, it will melt part of it, but it is absolutely impossible to completely melt it in an instant contact. .

But the other party can actually condense the flames to the extent that it seems to be real. This kind of cultivation is really terrifying.

Not daring to be negligent, Bai Yifei didn't wait for the aftermath of the ice thorn and fireball to dissipate. He pointed the white sword in his right hand towards the sky, and an ice lotus suddenly condensed under his feet.

Countless sharp ice thorns no longer flew out from the ground, but spread like tentacles, like countless giant pythons entwined, rolling towards Yan Lingji in the sky.

(End of this chapter)