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Chapter 194: Agate wins big, horses drink from the glacial river

"Om-"

Chen Sanshi fired several shots in succession, clearing out the enemies around him, then picked up his bow and arrow and aimed at the enemy commander, the burly prince and famous general of the Yuwen clan.

The bowstring sounded.

Arrows flew out.

The strong energy rolled and transformed into the shape of a Vermillion Bird. After melting the ice and snow, it tore through the curtain and in an instant arrived in front of the black horse from a hundred steps away.

On horseback.

Yuwen Jingwen stood still. On the palm of his left hand, a ball of true energy condensed, and then he crushed it directly. Strands of true energy merged into the chain wrapped around the surface of his fist. He just stared at the arrow quietly until the Vermillion Bird was only a few inches away from his face. The strong wind caused by the internal energy blew his hair and beard backwards. Then he suddenly reached forward with his left hand, pinched the Vermillion Bird directly, and then... crushed it to pieces.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the debris in his hand. "The ghost vein wood, combined with the special black iron, can be used to create arrows that can store the energy, so that the enemy general can be shot and killed from hundreds of steps away. I want your bow!"

Talking to himself.

The man in white robe shot several arrows in succession in a moment.

White Tiger Gang, Azure Dragon Gang, Black Tortoise Gang!

"Bang bang bang!"

With one swing of the iron fist, they were all turned into powder.

"Four Elephants and Celestial Beings."

Yuwen Jingwen was amazed: "Even if the Transformation Mysterious Body can automatically adapt to the practice, it may not adapt to the top-level physique. This shows that your comprehension is also very good. If one day you can break through to above the Martial Saint, I am afraid that my Celestial Clan will never be able to turn things around. What a pity, what a pity, you are only a Mysterious Image after all."

After he stretched out his hand to block several arrows, he did not test his strength again. He slowly pulled the iron chain wrapped around his arm, and the meteor hammer at the end began to dance above his head, making a dull "buzzing" sound. With his true energy surging, he created a tornado storm with himself as the center in the heavy snow, sweeping in one armored enemy after another, turning the snowflake tornado into a black tornado, until he accumulated strength to the extreme, then he suddenly threw out the meteor hammer, like a deformed black dragon, suddenly falling from the sky.

"Rumble--"

In an instant, dozens of soldiers from the Hongze Camp were turned into dust. The road ahead became empty, and there was no longer any obstacle.

Yuwen Jingwen swung the meteor hammer again.

This time, his target was Bai Ma.

However, the man in white robe was obviously not prepared to fight him head-on. He turned around and rode away on his white horse, disappearing in the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

"You can't leave."

Yuwen Jingwen squeezed the horse's belly.

His crotch.

It was actually an exotic warhorse, named Black Wind!
"hiss--"

Accompanied by hissing.

Heifeng's muscles exploded inch by inch, his horse's hooves stepped on the snow, and he really turned into a black wind, chasing after the white shadow in the distance.

"Fourth Uncle!"

After Yuwen Xin killed a soldier with a sword, he saw his uncle chasing the man in white robe and wanted to follow him. However, when he was distracted, a flash of knife light flashed in front of him and he hurriedly raised his sword to block it.

The goose-feather knife in Xu Bin's hand kept falling like a snow wolf: "Yuwen, do you still remember your uncle?!"

"Go away!"

Yuwen Xin had a photographic memory since he was young, so he was favored by his father Khan. Naturally, he had an impression of this face. It seemed that when he was captured alive in Poyang, this person followed Chen Sanshi. Unexpectedly, he is almost able to communicate with him now.

"General, help me stop him!"

He tried to leave several times, but was entangled every time. He had to call a few lieutenant generals, and then he was able to escape and lead a small team to search: "I want to help my uncle kill the white robe!"

……

In the desert.

One black and one white.

One after the other.

In the wilderness and desert, it was like two hurricanes chasing each other.

The speed that Heifeng burst out in a short period of time was even faster than that of Deng Feng's Qingcong horse. Even though he could not catch up with Baihu horse, he was never far behind and was following closely behind.

"Whoosh-"

On horseback.

Yuwen Jingwen swung the meteor hammer again, crossed the distance of a hundred steps, and arrived on the top of the white horse.

While running.

Chen Sanshi could feel as if the sky was suddenly covered by something.

That is……

An iron mountain!
An iron mountain covered with spikes, carrying the energy that can destroy the world!

In an instant.

In Chen Sanshi's eyes, the world seemed to slow down. He practiced breathing techniques in the ice and snow, inhaling the myriad of mysterious energies between heaven and earth into his body. Then, he accurately used all the useful energy for himself and exhaled the useless and mixed energy. With the blessing of energy, the eight extraordinary meridians continuously gave birth to bursts of energy, which then fed back to the body and then passed on to the Liquan spear. Finally, it took shape in the strong wind. It was a mighty beast with armor all over its body like a mountain and a head like a dragon and a python.

Xuanwu, town!

"Rumble--"

A black tortoise rushed into the sky and collided with Tieshan. With a thunderous roar and a huge storm, the black tortoise finally collapsed under Tieshan, but Tieshan itself also flew backwards. Before it landed, it was gathered by the iron chain at the end and returned to the front of the Black Wind BMW.

Barely able to take the blow.

Chen Sanshi's Liquan Gun kept buzzing, and his King Kong body was vibrating even more. He felt his arms going numb, and even Chihiro under his crotch stumbled and fell deeper into the snow.

This is……

The difference between immortals and mortals!

Only after becoming a Martial Saint can one truly break away from the mundane martial arts and move towards a higher realm. The name of the first realm of martial arts is "Transcendental". What does Transcendental mean?

Shed your mortal body!

The difference between the Martial Saint and the Mysterious Image seems to be only one level.

But it’s like an insurmountable chasm!
Even all of my senior brothers and sisters have been stuck at Xuan Xiang Da Cheng for many years and have never been able to break through the bottleneck.

"Chihiro, let's go!"

Chen Sanshi turned over and got off the horse.

When facing a warrior of a higher level, he needed to concentrate all his attention and could not take care of the safety of his mount. The Black Wind Horse opposite seemed to have speed as its main characteristic, but it could not withstand the true energy and strength of its master. After it had to leave its master, it became very restless, as if provoked, and soon lost control of its emotions. It chased after the White Swan Horse and soon disappeared.

"good."

The iron chains rustled as Yuwen Jingwen walked, and his whip-like beard fluttered in the wind: "You are at the Xuanxiang realm, but you can actually catch my meteor hammer. I want to see how capable you are!"

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Chen Sanshi stepped forward, and the Liquan spear in his hand suddenly turned into a green dragon.

Yuwen Jingwen only saw a flash of cold light, and when he saw the other party's figure again, the spear light was already within seven steps. He once again swung the meteor hammer at the end of the iron chain.

This iron chain is dozens of feet long.

The meteor hammer itself weighs a thousand pounds.

It should have been a very bulky weapon.

But in the hands of this prince of the Yuwen clan, it was as nimble as a dagger. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the spear that came carelessly like a ghost, and then launched a fierce attack.

"clang!"

The metal collision caused sparks to fly in the snow. A person in a white robe flew backwards and landed on the snow in a strange posture. He took several steps back and stabilized his body.

The air waves caused by the fight.

A thick fog of ice and snow was stirred up.

Blocking the vision of both people at the same time.

However, Yuwen Jingwen judged through his hearing that the man in white robe was still in the same place and had not moved.

Just when he was confused, he sensed a strange wave of murderous intent behind the snow fog.

That is……

A purple lightsaber!

It will come in a moment!

Yuwen Jingwen frowned, and wielded the meteor hammer wrapped in true Qi as if it were his arm, hitting the purple lightsaber accurately. He actually felt a force far beyond that of the Xuanxiang realm, and he put more strength on his feet to stabilize his lower body.

Spell!

He felt it personally, and the lightsaber completely dissipated after it was shattered.

This is the magic practiced by immortal masters!

Could this guy named Chen be a monk?
But he quickly calmed himself down.

Judging from the strength of the spell, it’s nothing special!
"Buzz buzz-"

Four more sword energies followed one after another.

"Well done!"

Yuwen Jingwen swung the Meteor Hammer continuously, and each time it fell, it would shatter a sword energy. Until all four sword energies were shattered, that cold light attacked his face again.

There was another sound of a bell striking.

The meteor hammer and the white tiger killing force fought each other.

But this time.

The meteor hammer was no longer simply powerful and heavy, but turned into a dragon python. After repelling the white tiger, it then wrapped around it layer by layer until it strangled it to death.

The Liquan gun in Chen Sanshi's hand made a mournful sound. The tip and the shaft of the gun were entangled by the iron chain, making it difficult to break free for a while. There was also a terrifying force trying to pull him forward, so he exerted force with his feet and directly inserted half of his leg into the ground. His blood surged, and his Vajra body was stimulated layer by layer. The whole person was nailed to the spot like an iron stake.

Seeing that he could not take the spear away, Yuwen Jingwen simply took the initiative to move closer. His burly body as big as a mountain leaped into the air dozens of feet high in the snow. His right arm was still holding the meteor hammer, and the true energy on his left fist gathered into layers of storms. In a trance, he seemed to have the body of a dragon python and the head of a demon bull. His true energy turned into mountain-crashing horns and slammed into the ground. The tiny white robe turned into meat paste as soon as it touched the bull python!

It was at the critical moment.

Yuwen Jingwen saw it with his own eyes.

Under the snow.

The earth is crumbling!

After enduring more than a month of ice and snow, the soil, which had long been as hard as iron, was peeled off layer by layer and condensed into a wall of earth in front of the man in white robe. The surface of the wall was shining with spiritual light.

The bull python crashed against the earth wall irreversibly.

"Rumble--"

All of a sudden.

Snow and wind are pouring back!

The ground beneath their feet collapsed!
"Another spell?!"

Yuwen Jingwen noticed that the earth wall in front of him showed signs of cracking and breaking, so he continuously poured more energy into his fists, hoping to end the battle quickly, break the spell by force, and take the life of the man in white robe.

This earth wall formed by magic will repair itself every time it is on the verge of collapse. It has extremely strong toughness, but fortunately, it is not indestructible!
He mobilized all the protective Qi together and concentrated it on his left fist. The Demon Bull Python became even stronger and its power suddenly doubled. Faintly, one could seem to hear the Bull Python's roar.

at last.

The thick soil was broken into pieces.

The bull python moved forward without any hindrance.

at the same time.

Amidst the frost and dust, a golden light suddenly flashed.

It was a blade emitting a sparkling light.

Magic weapon!

The demon bull python had to change direction and collide with the golden flying blade.

To destroy the thick soil.

The Bull Python had already consumed most of its true energy, and after colliding with the magic weapon, it immediately dissipated like smoke with a wail.

even so.

Yuwen Jingwen did not dodge. He roared, and his blood and energy went into a state of rampage. His muscles continued to swell, and his already burly figure suddenly grew taller again, instantly bursting his mink coat, revealing his ferocious bronze muscles and the python-like chains tied to them.

His true energy condensed again, and he tightened the chain with his fist, ready to blast open the golden flying blade.

He can sense it.

The strength of this golden flying blade is not much stronger than the previous sword energy technique.

This is true.

Yuwen Jingwen's iron fist filled with true energy easily blocked the golden flying blade.

"clang!"

A clear voice sounded.

The collision of metals sparked brilliant sparks.

Just when Yuwen Jingwen relaxed his vigilance against the magic weapon, a ball of red flame suddenly rose from the surface of the golden knife under the stimulation of the sparks. It was particularly dazzling in the white sky and earth, and it melted large pieces of ice and snow in an instant, burning like the scorching sun.

"This fire?!"

There was a look of astonishment in his pupils, and he withdrew his hand and dodged almost at the same time as the red flame started burning.

But even so, the fist was ignited.

The weird and terrifying flames seemed to be able to devour everything. After touching the skin, they spread on the fist at an incredible speed. No pain was felt wherever they passed. No matter whether it was flesh or bones, they were all turned to ashes. Then they quickly spread to the forearm, and then to the upper arm, arm, and even the entire body.

One breath at most!
One breath.

He will die in this flame!
"Click——"

Between the lightning and flint.

Yuwen Jingwen pulled the chain and tightened it, breaking the entire arm at the elbow joint, separating it from the red flame just before it continued to swallow it upwards.

"pat-"

The arm fell into the snow and quickly turned into ashes in the flames. The ice and snow within a few feet radius melted into a puddle. Blood continued to drip from Yuwen Jingwen's broken arm, dyeing the puddle red.

"Brother, let me lend you a hand."

A long-dormant figure emerged on the slope next to him. It was Cao Zhi, who was wearing a cloak. He formed seals with his hands, spiritual light flowed, and magic power surged.

At the feet of Yuwen Jingwen.

The ice and snow that had just melted froze into ice again, and then turned into frost snakes that wrapped around his legs and restricted his movements.

not far away.

The man in white robe was out of control at some point and appeared two hundred steps away, with a lit torch beside him and a large iron bow in his hand. Real Vermillion Birds were formed under the crimson flames, like suns shooting towards him.

It's that strange flame again!

Yuwen Jingwen's true energy exploded, and he successfully broke free from the frost spell that restricted his movements. The giant meteor hammer came carelessly and hit the prince in brocade clothes.

"Crack!"

A barrier was also summoned in front of Cao Zhi.

But compared with the Thick Earth Jue, it was as fragile as paper and collapsed at the slightest touch. He was sent flying backwards by the blow of the giant hammer and disappeared into the snow hundreds of feet away, with no one knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Yuwen Jingwen saw the scarlet Vermillion Bird approaching and was about to dodge, but he was shocked to find that the arrow shot by the man seemed to move with him and he had no way to avoid it.

The ferocity in his heart completely erupted, he let out a roar like a bull python, brandished the meteor hammer, and instead of retreating, he advanced towards the white-robed man drawing the bow in the distance with overwhelming murderous intent. In the process, all the arrows were shot down directly.

This fire is terrifying.

Every time the meteor hammer comes into contact with it, it melts a dent.

But that’s all there is to it; there is no way to burn metal as firewood.

Between the rise of the rabbit and the fall of the falcon.

Yuwen Jingwen came within the range of the attack, and the meteor hammer transformed into a bull-python, winding its way through the vast snow, and then suddenly appeared, falling from a high altitude.

In the end, he only saw Chen Sanshi raising the iron-framed bow high to block, and then his figure was completely engulfed in the snow fog produced by the fight. Only a large bow with a broken string flew out and inserted into the snow in the distance.

Wait until the snow and fog dissipate.

I saw the man in white robe kneeling on one knee on the ground with a spear as support, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking obviously injured.

"What a strange flame."

Yuwen Jingwen looked at the big bow on the ground with lingering fear, and said in a deep voice: "This is your trump card?! What can I say, you, a mysterious elephant, dare to come to attack the Agate River? It turns out that you rely on this strange fire!"

He remembered it in his mind.

A long time ago, the barbarians lost a magic treasure in Poyang County. The man with the surname Chen came from Poyang. Could it be that the strange fire was the lost magic treasure?
"That's it!"

Yuwen Jingwen was talking, but his movements never slowed down. He did not intend to give the man in white a chance to catch his breath. He had already chased after him with the iron chain and controlled the iron mountain to smash down again.

"Since you have used up all your cards, there is no need to struggle anymore. Just accept your death."

"True card?"

On the vast land.

The man in white robes slowly stood up and pulled out a spear from the ice and snow. There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was stating an ordinary fact: "You are wrong. Magic is not my trump card, and strange fire is even less..."

He paused, "My trump card has always been myself!"

"Keng——"

Zhenyue is unsheathed!

Liquan shines brightly!

A gun, a sword, a dragon and a tiger.

In this blizzard, he fought with the Martial Saint.

"Zhenyue Sword? Give it back!"

Yuwen Jingwen seemed to be unaffected by his broken arm. His meteor hammer still maintained its power and strength. Every blow made the ground within a hundred feet radius tremble.

Chen Sanshi used his gun and sword alternately to meet the meteor hammer.

every time.

He would always step back.

every time.

The injuries in his body will be slightly aggravated.

But every time.

He held on!

This is enough!
"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of weapons colliding rang out one after another, as if there was a large forge on the banks of the Agate River.

Hundreds of steps away.

Cao Zhi woke up from his coma with difficulty, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all covered in blood. The outer armor on his chest had long been torn, revealing the golden soft armor underneath. With the help of defensive spells, he was able to save his life from the attack of the Martial Saint.

He was gambling by following the Hongze Camp instead of the Xuanwu Camp.

Cao Zhi is in the game.

The one with the surname Chen can win.

Since then.

It's not just his military achievements.

After living and dying together, the relationship with the white robes can be closer.

So just now.

Cao Zhicai risked his life to help, although it was of no use.

anyway.

This cheap elder brother of his has a lot of things hidden on him, including magic and strange flames.

Unfortunately……

Still no match.

Yuwen Jingwen lived up to his reputation and was definitely the Yuwen clan's most formidable general.

To know.

There is also a gap between martial saints.

Even among the Martial Saints, Yuwen Jingwen is probably one of the best.

It seems...

He was going to lose the bet.

But it doesn’t matter.

There are always winners and losers in gambling.

Cao Zhi also left himself a talisman for escape. As long as he kept his life, everything would be fine.

He took several pills to heal his injuries, then crawled out of the snow. He was planning to leave the place first, but then he heard the sound of "clang clang" of iron hammering.

"Still fighting?"

"He can still hold on?!"

He is a martial saint. In the way of martial arts, he has undergone a qualitative change. To exaggerate a bit, it is the difference between a mortal and an immortal!
"Cough cough..."

Cao Zhi used the sword at his waist as a crutch and staggered towards the direction of the sound. He lay down on the hillside and looked at the ground.

The fighting was still going on.

One of them was wearing a white robe and holding a spear and a sword, while the other was shirtless and wielding a giant meteor hammer.

Neither of them knew how long the fight lasted.

only saw.

Chen Sanshi was at a disadvantage and had been struggling to hold on.

Although the one-armed Yuwen Jingwen seemed to have an absolute advantage, he was unable to make any further progress.

A mysterious warrior.

How could it last till now?!

Cao Zhi gave up the idea of ​​running away and chose to continue watching.

……

"Still dead?!"

Yuwen Jingwen's arm and the chain had long since completely turned into afterimages. In his eyes, there was only his opponent, not the world. He had long since entered a state of all-out effort, even overload.

but……

The white robe is immortal!

No matter what killer moves he used or what tactics he employed, he would always fall short by a little bit.

But this tiny bit seems as difficult to cross as an insurmountable chasm, and it cannot be reached no matter what.

The Martial Saint is not insensitive to pain, nor does he ignore injuries.

previously.

Yuwen Jingwen relied entirely on his strong physique to temporarily ignore the injury of his broken arm, but as time went on, the broken arm, which had been unable to stop bleeding for a long time, began to ache slightly, and the side effects of excessive blood loss slowly appeared.

"what!"

He roared, and the speed of swinging the hammer increased again. The sound of hammering iron was no longer interrupted, and it became completely continuous: "Xuan Xiang, you are just a Xuan Xiang, can you still outlast me? This king wants to see how long you can hold on!"

"How long will it last?"

Chen Sanshi, whose white robe was stained with blood, showed no signs of exhaustion: "You know, anyone who said this to me is already dead." "Bullshit!"

"Rumble--"

Another ten rounds passed.

Yuwen Jingwen was shocked to find out.

His hammer skills were completely figured out by his opponent during the battle.

Chen Sanshi seemed to be able to predict the future, predicting his subsequent attacks in advance, and then resolving them in a clever way. He was no longer at the end of his strength, but was able to handle them with ease.

"Absurd, ridiculous!"

Yuwen Jingwen's usually calm state of mind could no longer be suppressed and began to stir up waves.

Because of his true energy...

It’s almost gone!
There was clearly only one person standing in front of him.

But the true energy he consumed was enough to kill thousands of soldiers!
This person.

It is worth thousands of troops!

"impossible--"

"Even if I die with you today, I will never let you leave the Agate River, never!"

"..."

If Hongzeying had not died in the Agate River.

There was no army that could stop them afterwards.

them……

We will go all the way to the barbarian capital and then head to Langjuxu Mountain.

There, is the main center of the blood sacrifice formation!
Thinking like this.

Yuwen Jingwen was like a mad beast, and he was not afraid to damage his foundation and fall into a lower realm after the war in order to forcibly increase his combat power again.

at last!

Exhausted, this guy is exhausted!

He could obviously feel it.

The white robe's aura was also weakening.

That's right!
Even if one person is worth thousands of troops, there will always be a time when his strength is exhausted.

however.

Just when Yuwen Jingwen was becoming more and more violent and wanted to hold on to his last breath to crush him, he saw that for some reason, a strange power suddenly rose up in the opponent's body, as if he had come back to fight again after a rest, and there was even a sign of recovery to his peak.

【Xuanyuan Five Internal Organs】

The life is endless and the flow never stops!
this moment.

Chen Sanshi finally took out his last bit of resources.

The blood of the dragon and elephant rushed in his body, and the five internal organs of Xuanyuan cooperated to open up the meridians, which was ten times the number of those of warriors at the same level, helping him recover his internal energy at an almost crazy speed.

In addition, before taking action, he took the fasting pills to replenish the body's qi and blood.

In his words.

There is no word "exhausted"!
No matter how many enemies there are or how strong they are, as long as you can't kill him, all that will await you is a Jedi counterattack!

While witnessing this scene, Yuwen Jingwen also used up his last breath.

He could only watch unwillingly as the opponent switched from defense to offense.

I went from being able to hold on, to barely holding on, to being in a state of panic, until...

Completely exhausted!

This battle!
The limit of Yuwen Jingwen's unleashed power was enough for him to slaughter about 5,000 soldiers by himself if there were no warriors of the same level to stop him, and he could completely bring an army to collapse.

But he was facing only a Xuan Xiang!
and……

And he was defeated by this Xuan Xiang.

In this world.

How could a Martial Saint be defeated by someone less than a Martial Saint? !

This is a shame…

It is a shame for the Yuwen family.

even more.

The shame of the world's martial saint!

"Clang clang clang clang!"

"boom--"

A flaw appeared.

The meteor hammer was knocked away and the chain was wrapped around the spear again.

But this time.

It was the spear that pulled on the chain, preventing him from rewinding.

"Roar--"

The Zhenyue Sword flashed with a cold light and turned into a white tiger that pounced towards him.

Yuwen Jingwen subconsciously tried to block with his left arm, but he only felt a numb chill. He didn't even have a left arm...

The blade pierced the flesh, cut the throat and spine, until it passed completely under his nose.

all.

Suddenly calmed down.

After a brief silence.

Yuwen Jingwen's head slowly slid down and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his broken neck like a fountain, turning into a warm red rain, sprinkling on the white-robed body.

"Boom——"

The burly body fell to the ground.

This fight.

Declare the end.

Chen Sanshi finally couldn't hold on any longer, and hurriedly took out a large number of healing pills and stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them all.

This battle.

He used everything.

The golden flying blade was coated with lamp oil in advance and was scrapped after burning for a while.

The bowstring of the iron bow also broke.

I was also injured, but fortunately it was not fatal, so I can recover slowly on the way.

can only say……

The gap between a martial saint and ordinary warriors is really too big.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary warrior.

Back then at Pi Yue Villa, he had fought briefly with Wen Zhi, and probably knew the lethality of the Martial Saint, so he dared to lead his troops to charge in all at once. It was not just reckless.

of course.

Yuwen Jingwen is much stronger than Wen Zhi.

"Fourth Uncle——"

When the Ninth Prince Yuwen Xin rushed over, he only saw his uncle's headless body and Chen Sanshi covered in blood.

How can it be? !
His fourth uncle.

He is considered the strongest warrior of the Yuwen clan.

How could he die just like that?!

And he died at the hands of a Xuan Xiang realm warrior? !
Yuwen Xin was shocked at first, then furious. He drew his sword and rushed forward.

Halfway through.

Chen Sanshi, who was sitting on the ground recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes.

Yuwen Xin didn't dare to take another step forward: "I, I will fight you! I want to avenge my fourth uncle, come here, come here!"

"It is you."

After Chen Sanshi recognized the person, he said calmly: "Your Highness, are you still watching the show?"

The words fell.

The ice and snow under the feet of the Ninth Prince Yuwen Xin turned into chains, trapping him tightly.

Cao Zhi, who had not yet recovered from his shock, walked down the stairs. He said in disbelief, "I never thought that big brother's martial arts skills were so extreme. Xuan Xiang killed a martial arts saint. This has never happened before in the world!"

"Your Highness is not bad, he has learned the immortal method. Could it be that His Majesty taught him?"

Chen Sanshi asked even though he knew the answer.

This person is probably deeply involved with Xunxian Tower.

He originally did not want to expose his magic and strange fire, but this person had been following him, and he might have a life-saving trump card in his hand. It would not be so easy to kill him and silence him.

Fortunately, he also knew Cao Zhi's weakness, and exposing it would do no one any good.

Knowing some of each other's secrets is the same as knowing no secrets.

Right now, there are more important things to deal with.

Frontal battlefield!

The 50,000 barbarian troops must be eliminated as soon as possible and leave here immediately after a brief rest, otherwise there will be endless barbarian troops rushing over.

After recovering a little, Chen Sanshi packed up all the things that needed to be packed.

Chihiro also came back on her own.

The black wind horse followed obediently behind.

Chihiro also won the fight.

……

Agate River.

Frontal battlefield
The soldiers of the Yuwen tribe had the advantage in numbers.

But the great warriors they faced...

He is not afraid of death at all!

Just like emotionless war puppets, even if many comrades die, they will immediately fill in the vacancies to maintain the formation.

This aura.

Enough to intimidate the barbarian soldiers.

Seeing that they were beginning to retreat, the barbarian general shouted loudly in the chaos to stabilize the army's morale: "Don't panic, they will soon be unable to hold on! That white-robed Chen Sanshi has run away!"

"It really is!"

"Your commander has run away, what are you still fighting for?!"

"Put down your weapons, join my Celestial Clan, and I will make you second-class people!"

"..."

"General Chen..."

Chu Shixiong, who had fought bravely, felt his heart grow colder by the second.

He saw with his own eyes Yuwen Jingwen chasing Chen Sanshi, and it has been a stick of incense time since then.

The Martial Saint went to hunt down Xuan Xiang.

What is the result.

Of course there is no need to say more.

Once General Chen dies, the army's morale will surely be weakened, and then they will be doomed!
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate.

A loud voice.

resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"Yuwen Jingwen is dead!"

"Why don't you surrender?"

Yuwen Jingwen is dead!
"Nonsense!"

The barbarian general sneered and said, "Who is bluffing? I will kill you!"

In full view.

A white horse came to the top of the hill, overlooking the battlefield from a high vantage point. The man in white robe had just raised the spear in his hand, and the head hanging on the spear blade was that of the Four Wise Kings of Yuwen, Yuwen Jingwen!

"The Ninth Prince Yuwen Xin is here!"

Cao Zhi was holding the captured Ninth Prince and said, "You are already doomed to fail, why bother struggling!"

"Rumble--"

All of a sudden.

It was like two thunders striking the hearts of the barbarian soldiers.

"Your Majesty..."

"It's really the prince!"

"Chen Sanshi, kill the prince!"

"The white robe killed the prince!"

"Martial Saint!"

"He has also broken through to become a Martial Saint!"

"..."

Because it was too absurd, the soldiers were more willing to believe that Chen Sanshi had broken through to the level of Martial Saint ahead of time, rather than believe that he had killed their prince by relying on the Xuanxiang realm.

Even so, coupled with the fearless soldiers of the Hongze Camp, it was enough to plunge them into complete panic.

"This……"

Chu Shixiong was no less shocked than the barbarians.

He really knows it.

Chen Sanshi is nothing more than the great achievement of Xuan Xiang!

It turned out to be the Martial Saint who killed the enemy!

"normal."

Several Poyang brothers said, "It's just killing a martial saint."

"Yes, don't act like an ignorant person."

"General Chu."

Xu Bin wiped the blood off the Yanling knife with his wrist armor: "Now, do you still have any doubts about my lord?!"

Chu Shixiong couldn't believe it.

……

"Retreat, retreat!"

"withdraw!"

"Don't panic, retreat back to the stronghold first!"

The barbarian general was in command.

"Dazhai, Dazhai has been breached long ago!"

"What did you say?! When did it happen?"

"Not long after the war started, the stronghold was occupied by the enemy. It was the prince who told me not to make it public!"

"How can it be?!"

The army retreated in panic.

When they were still a few miles away from the big camp, they saw that the inside and outside of the camp were already filled with Dasheng’s military flags. At the highest point, there was a large gilded "Chen" character flying in the wind.

The gate of the village is open.

Dense numbers of Dasheng cavalry poured out, and it was impossible to tell how many of them there were.

At this moment.

The barbarian soldiers only knew one thing.

The commander is dead! The enemy has a martial saint!
They had nowhere to go and were attacked from both sides.

Rout!

A complete defeat unfolded on the banks of the Agate River.

The opposite of them.

After seeing the general return to the battlefield with Yuwen Jingwen's head in his hand, the morale of the soldiers of Hongze Camp reached an unprecedented high, and nothing could stop them from achieving a great victory.

Next.

It was a one-sided massacre.

On the battlefield, once you lose the will to resist, you will become worse than pigs and dogs. Even if you are strong and healthy, you will only be slaughtered.

The fighting lasted from morning till dusk.

There are corpses everywhere along the Agate River!
finally.

Only half of the enemy troops fled, the rest were all killed!

By the time the battlefield was cleaned up, the sky had already darkened.

"Report to the master! The inventory is complete!"

Xia Cong clasped his fists and said, "In this battle, our army beheaded more than 20,000 enemy soldiers, and our own side suffered 2,000 casualties."

"..."

two thousand.

It sounds like the casualty ratio is only ten to one.

Without a doubt, it was a complete and resounding victory.

But Chen Sanshi was not excited at all.

Because he remembers everyone's name.

Even when I was browsing the military files, I knew how many people each of them had in their families, whether they were sons, husbands, or fathers...

at night.

After a bloody battle, the Hongze Camp reached its limit and restocked its supplies at the Manju River Dazhai.

Inside the village, there are freshly slaughtered lambs and kumis brewed from the grassland.

Outside the village, there was heavy snow that covered the sky and the ground was covered with corpses that had turned into ice sculptures.

Qianxun led the war horses, stood on the bank of the Agate River, and bowed her head to drink water.

Everything is so orderly.

But everything is so quiet.

No one, including the soldiers of Hongze Camp, showed any excitement. On most people's faces, there was a heaviness and a hint of numbness.

"brothers!"

Chen Sanshi stood on the bank of the Agate River holding a wine bowl, his voice was sonorous and shocking.

"For thousands of years!"

"The barbarians are determined to destroy us!"

"How many of you joined the army because your family members died at the hands of the barbarians? And how many of you had your fathers die on the battlefield fighting the barbarians?!"

"now.

"The barbarians have even teamed up with the monsters from another continent, trying to turn my Liangzhou into medicinal materials for the furnace!"

"His heart is detestable and his crime should be exterminated!"

"But all along."

"They rely on the vastness of the desert and the difficulty of discerning directions. No matter how big a defeat they suffer on the front line, they only need to retreat back to recuperate and come back soon!"

"But today!"

"I want to say something!"

"If the enemy can go, I can go too—"

"Cross this agate river!"

"Within thirty days, we will be able to reach the south of Yinshan Mountain."

"There is their barbarian capital, the Wolf Mountain where they worship, and the Khans of the four barbarian tribes!"

"That's our last battle in this campaign!"

"I, Chen Sanshi, promise you!"

"After this battle, the barbarians will never invade our borders or disturb our people again!"

"From now on, there will no longer be a barbarian tribe south of Yinshan Mountain!"

"Drink this bowl of wine!"

"Let's head straight to Langjuxu Mountain!"

"Killing a barbarian will break my heart!"

"kill!"

"kill--"

In the desert at night, the sound of killing is deafening.

Thirteen thousand soldiers drank the liquor in their bowls and then smashed the bowls heavily on the ground.

"set off!"

"Move out—"

"Boom boom boom——"

The night before more barbarian reinforcements and the Martial Saint arrived.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp passed through the Agate River Village and disappeared completely, entering the depths of the desert.

The blue bird flew through layers of wind and snow, going in the opposite direction, towards Liangzhou. Hanging on its sharp claws was a head frozen into an ice sculpture. It was the head of Yuwen Jingwen.

(End of this chapter)