After listening to the advice, I rebelled and became an emperor of all ages

As a burst of "Hirolud" neighing sounds were heard, Li Zhongwu rode his warhorse and rushed down from a great height. In front of him was the tens of thousands of northern barbarian troops led by Hu Yanhuan. They were like a vast ocean and were very aggressive.

At this moment, Li Zhongwu broke into the enemy's encirclement alone. The words "Even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will still go forward" were fully reflected in his actions. His courage and determination were particularly dazzling on the battlefield.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, Hu Yanhuan calmly pulled the reins. A sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, as if at this moment, he had seen through Li Zhongwu's intention.

"Li Zhongwu, since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish!" Hu Yanhuan sneered, swung the spear in his hand suddenly, and rode his horse straight to meet Li Zhongwu. The two horses were like two lightning bolts on the battlefield, rushing straight towards each other.

He, Hu Yanhuan, is the bravest general of the Northern Barbarians and a veteran of the battlefield. Even though the person standing in front of him is the famous Li Zhongwu, he does not show the slightest fear. His eyes are full of desire for battle and belief in victory.

"General, we have surrounded the rebels now. You don't need to take this risk."

The deputy general following behind him was immediately anxious when he saw this. He quickly rode his horse to block Hu Yanhuan and anxiously advised: "The enemy is numerous and we are few. If you make any mistakes, our army's morale will be greatly damaged."

Hu Yanhuan, however, looked determined, waved away his deputy general, and said in a deep voice: "That is why I must personally kill Li Zhongwu to shock the enemy and bring their morale to a shattering low!"

“But…but…but…”

The deputy general frowned and looked worried. He wanted to continue persuading Hu Yanhuan, but when he saw Hu Yanhuan's determined look, he swallowed his words back, knowing that the commander had made up his mind and could not be changed.

"But we can't fall into Li Zhongwu's trap at this time."

At this time, although Hu Yanhuan was eager to fight, he did not lose his mind. He understood that Li Zhongwu was acting out of character at this time and taking the initiative to attack them in order to delay time and buy more opportunities for his rebel army.

"Pass the order, surround this place, not even a fly can fly out today." Hu Yanhuan gave the order calmly, his eyes scanning the surroundings, secretly thinking about how to deal with Li Zhongwu's delaying tactics and prevent him from succeeding.

At the same time, he gripped the spear tightly in his hand, ready to face the upcoming fierce confrontation at any time. His heart was filled with anticipation for the battle and desire for victory.

The deputy general, who was originally a little worried, suddenly brightened up when he heard this. He looked up at Hu Yanhuan in surprise, secretly admiring Hu Yanhuan's calmness and wisdom.

He quickly passed down the order and the soldiers took action immediately. The encirclement became tighter and tighter, and it seemed that even the air became heavy.

Hu Yanhuan stared at Li Zhongwu's every move with sharp eyes, and he already had a plan in mind.

He knew that this battle was not only about personal honor and disgrace, but also a crucial battle that would determine the future of the Northern Barbarian Army. He would use his courage and wisdom to write his own legend.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, and the scenes in Li Zhongwu's vision kept going against his will, as if silently telling of the cruelty of fate.

In the past, he had charged into battle with his subordinates and brothers, but this time he was the only one charging into battle, facing the enemy ahead alone.

However, he never had any resentment or regret in his heart, because he knew that as a warrior, this was his destined destination.

From the moment Yuzhou followed Lin Zhongyun, he had already given his life to Lin Zhongyun without any regrets.

What's more, he didn't die in frustration, but died as a hero and a great man, which was his due. He died in a great battle with the Northern Barbarians. What a glorious ending.

So, now he was ready to die without fear, and his heart was full of desire for the coming battle.

The silhouette of Hu Yanhuan kept getting bigger in his pupils, and then he locked onto it firmly, "Where is Hu Yanhuan? Come and fight me!"

He let out a long roar that resounded over the lonely grassland and could be heard from far away, as if announcing his determination to the whole world.

Facing Li Zhongwu's provocation, Hu Yanhuan completely released the hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and responded with a hysterical roar, "Don't be so arrogant, I'm here to fight you!"

At this moment, a domineering aura burst out from Hu Yanhuan, his ferocious eyes were even more vicious, and his pupils were already filled with endless fanaticism.

After a loud shout, Hu Yanhuan took the lead and chopped down towards Li Zhongwu's face with a scimitar in his hand. The blade flashed like lightning and was unstoppable.

"Chucky!"

The scimitar was sharp, and the blade was shining with a cold light, as if it was tearing the air apart, making a loud "whooshing" sound, like the whisper of death.

Li Zhongwu, who was the first to be hit, widened his eyes and felt a huge pressure suddenly coming towards him, as if even breathing became difficult.

At this moment, the cold wind whistling past was not just ordinary coldness, but also contained a bone-chilling murderous intent, like gusts of wind knives scratching on the face, causing a tingling sensation and making people shudder.

"What a quick knife!"

Even though he had fought against several Northern Barbarian generals before, he had to take Hu Yanhuan seriously when facing him, because the speed and power of this sword were beyond his expectations.

This attack is definitely powerful, and I must deal with it carefully, otherwise I will most likely fail and become a victim of this battle.

Not daring to be careless at all, he immediately held the long sword across his chest, trying to block the attack and prepare for the upcoming violent collision.

The blades touched, sparks flew, and Li Zhongwu felt numbness in his palms, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

The huge recoil force instantly transmitted from his long arms to his chest. At that moment, he felt the blood surging in his chest and he almost lost his balance.

Such a huge force also tore the wound on his back. In an instant, the pain rushed directly to his mind, as if every nerve in his body was screaming, reminding him of the severity of his injury.

"Puff!" His throat felt sweet and a mouthful of blood almost gushed out, but he forced himself to hold it back. His eyes became more determined, as if telling himself that no matter how difficult it was, he must not give up.

He knew that he could not retreat, otherwise he would be defeated, not only a personal failure, but also a betrayal to His Highness and the entire Central Plains. He, Li Zhongwu, had to buy more time for His Highness, and let the Northern Barbarians know the benefits and disadvantages of him, Li Zhongwu, and let them know that the Central Plains was not without people.

Just like that, he stubbornly persisted, blocking Hu Yanhuan's double blades in front of his chest, preventing him from moving any further, as if he was using his body to build an insurmountable line of defense.

However, at this time, the facial features of Hu Yanhuan began to twist with jealousy, making his already hideous smile appear even more terrifying and chilling, as if he was a messenger from hell, coming to reap lives.

He gritted his teeth and let out a hoarse roar. He suddenly exerted force with his arms and almost bullied Li Zhongwu to suppress him, as if he wanted to crush him completely.

Hu Yanhuan already had the upper hand at this moment. He was looking down at Li Zhongwu and using inertia to put pressure on him, as if he was enjoying this contest of power.

Under such oppression, Li Zhongwu's face turned red, and his arms had to be bent. The cold blade was getting closer and closer to him, as if the shadow of death had already shrouded his head.

As the blade approached, Li Zhongwu clenched his teeth, and at this moment he was groaning in his heart. Only then did he understand why Hu Yanhuan was the number one warrior in the Northern Barbarians and was so highly regarded by Chagan Wuli. His strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Such a huge force is simply not something that ordinary people can endure. He felt that he was not facing a person, but an unshakable mountain. Every inch of his muscles was roaring, and his bones seemed like they would shatter at any time, as if he was experiencing a test of life and death.

It's not like he had never fought against the Northern Barbarians before, but he had never encountered such a powerful opponent. Hu Yanhuan's strength and skills were far beyond his expectations.

Although some of the old generals in the past were able to fight with him for dozens of rounds, no one could do it like Hu Yanhuan, who used overwhelming force to force him into a desperate situation from the beginning, leaving him almost unable to fight back.

He knew in his heart that this was certainly due to the fact that he was injured early on and was not at his peak, but this could not conceal the terrifying strength of Hu Yanhuan.

Every move and every style was so powerful that it made him almost breathless, as if he was fighting against death.

This really proves the old saying that a young and strong man is better than a strong one. Now Hu Yanhuan is in his prime and full of vigor. Even though he lacks experience, he can still intimidate the heroes and dominate the world with his martial arts, as if he is a god of war on the battlefield.

Moreover, judging from Hu Yanhuan's ruthless moves now, this Hu Yanhuan is not relying solely on brute force, but is well versed in the art of war. Every strike is precise and ruthless, hitting the vital points, as if it was a carefully calculated killing move.

Li Zhongwu knew very well that if he could not kill Huyanhuan today, Huyanhuan would definitely be the next Chagan Uli, and would eventually become a major threat to the Central Plains, threatening the safety of the entire Central Plains.

Therefore, the significance of this battle is no longer as simple as buying time for His Highness, but a life-and-death battle concerning the safety of the entire Central Plains. He must go all out, even at the cost of his life, to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Central Plains.

He took a deep breath, gathered the remaining strength in his body, and vowed to try his best, even if it meant destroying himself and himself, to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Central Plains, for those innocent people, and for the belief and responsibility in his heart.

A hint of firmness and determination flashed in Li Zhongwu's eyes. His mind quickly flashed with the face of His Highness and the figures of the soldiers who swore to defend the city to the death. These scenes gave him an unprecedented courage, as if he could face any difficulties and obstacles.

He suddenly let out a roar, and his arms suddenly burst out with amazing strength, shaking off the enemy's blade. Li Zhongwu used this power to counterattack. Every move and every style was full of ruthlessness, aiming directly at Hu Yanhuan's vital parts. He vowed to fight with his life to defend the dignity of the Central Plains and not allow anyone to infringe.

When Hu Yanhuan saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, and even became more violent, swinging the blade and attacking fiercely.

Li Zhongwu knew that he had reasons not to lose, because he carried the hope and responsibility of the Central Plains, but Hu Yanhuan also had his own reasons not to lose. For him, this battle was also about honor and life and death.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers, the figures of the two men danced and crossed each other, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, the battle became more and more brutal, and every collision of swords seemed to stir up a bloody storm in the air.

Hu Yanhuan's blade cut through the air like lightning, but Li Zhongwu swiftly dodged sideways and then stabbed the opponent's ribs with his backhand.

The two men fought back and forth, and every move and every style was aimed at the opponent's fatal point. Every collision sparked sparks, and the intensity of the battle was evident.

Li Zhongwu's clothes were stained with blood, but he still did not flinch, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. Sweat and blood mixed on his face, blurring his vision, but even so, the faith in his heart burned like a raging fire, supporting him to continue resisting and not giving up any hope.

At this moment, Li Zhongwu had only one firm thought in his mind: to hold his position until the last moment, and he would fight to the end regardless of victory or defeat.

Hu Yanhuan's attacks became more and more fierce. He seemed to have put life and death aside. Every time he swung his sword, he did so with the momentum of burning his boats.

However, Li Zhongwu relied on his loyalty to the Central Plains and his dedication to life, and he was able to avoid the fatal blow every time at the critical moment.

Every breath Li Zhongwu took was like a fight with death, but he knew that as long as he had a breath left, he would never let the enemy succeed.

In this life-and-death struggle, only one voice echoed in the depths of Li Zhongwu's heart: "For the Central Plains and for those innocent people, I must persevere."

Hu Yanhuan was very happy after the fight. He stared at Li Zhongwu and shouted, "Li Zhongwu, you are good. You are the only one who can fight with me for dozens of rounds."

"Humph!"

Li Zhongwu snorted coldly upon hearing this, and his pale face was quickly replaced by anger and turned red. "If I hadn't been injured today, it's still unknown who would have won."

He said this, deliberately spreading the news of his injury in order to provoke Hu Yanhuan and buy him more time.

However, how could Hu Yanhuan not guess what Li Zhongwu was thinking at this time? He smiled coldly, "You don't need to provoke me here. Even if you are not injured, you will stop here!"

He shouted sternly, and along with the last syllable fell the cold blade.

This time, he used all his strength and didn't want to continue playing like this with Li Zhongwu.

"hateful!"

A trace of determination flashed in Li Zhongwu's eyes, and the flash of his sword once again blocked Hu Yanhuan's sword.

This collision made his blood boil, but before he could even groan, the mount he was sitting on let out a mournful cry... (End of this chapter)