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Chapter 533: The heroes of the world rise and fall (asking for monthly tickets)
Jiang Wanxiang died, Yuwen Lie and He Ruo captured the tiger, but Qin Yulong kept the death a secret and continued to lead the army towards the border of Jiangnan as if the emperor of Ying was still alive, with the morale of the army calm but surging.

The three generals endured the pain and unwillingness in their hearts, but on the surface they still maintained a calm and composed attitude to maintain the morale of the army and the overall situation.

And in the city where Li Guanyi had fought against Jiang Su.

General Xue's mechanical man was wearing a layer of general-level armor. He stretched out his hand, clenched it, and felt his own power surge. Guan Twelve, who was standing next to him with messy hair, was adjusting the mechanical arm for General Xue.

"So, this set of armor is basically made of materials that are strong enough to cast mysterious weapons and divine weapons. It has both toughness and hardness, and can also circulate internal energy very well, reducing consumption."

"The last of the immortal guest's vitality has been drawn out."

"I will infuse it into your body. It can probably support an entire battlefield at the Grandmaster level. But if you output it at the Grandmaster level, it may only last half a battle."

“And if you are reckless and insist on using those killer moves of yours, I’m afraid that in just a few moves, the remaining vitality in the green-robed guest’s arm will have been completely worn out.”

Guan Twelve helped General Xue adjust his armor and said:
"A martial arts legend, it is truly a martial arts legend."

"This Immortal Guest only has one arm left. It is incredible that after six or seven years, he still has such terrifying strength, enough to support a god like you to step into the final battlefield."

"How powerful was this green-robed Immortal Master in his prime?"

Guan Twelve, a Mohist master who was good at mechanical engineering, felt that among this group of warriors above the grandmaster level, even if there was only one among ten thousand or one hundred thousand people, they were all beyond his common sense.

Especially in the past few hundred years, it can even be said.

Martial arts have been flourishing for thousands of years, and the martial arts legends that have only gradually appeared in the last three hundred years are all monsters.

What about being invincible on the battlefield, what about being able to turn the world upside down with a sword in hand, what about infinite vitality and rebirth of flesh and blood.

What is this? !
Monster, monster.

My head hurts.

However, Guan Twelve raised his head and looked at the old zongzi who was more than 500 years old and was jumping around and moving his wrists here. He felt that his common sense was ravaged and tempered once again, and became stronger.

Forget it, forget it, just get used to it.

Guan Twelve adjusted the mechanical armor thoroughly and said, "Anyway, it's up to you, General Xue. From now on, we are just mechanical masters of the Mohist school. We don't have such powerful strength as you. From now on, it's up to you."

General Xue said lazily: "Thank you."

"I'll buy you a drink next time."

Guan Twelve said unhappily, "You always say you'll treat me to a drink next time, when is that?!"

General Xue said confidently, "I will definitely do it next time."

Guan Twelve was helpless. He was often so angry at this guy that he wanted to kick his mechanism directly. However, this mechanism was made by himself, and no Mohist mechanism master would destroy his own creation.

What's more, the material of the mysterious weapons.

Guan Twelve felt that if he kicked it, his foot would probably be broken first.

The Mohist mechanical master left cursing. General Xue looked at him with a smile, then turned sideways to look at the sky in the distance. The military aura was rising to the sky. The 500,000-strong army of Ying State was surging towards them, and the troops in the south of the Yangtze River were insufficient.

Even though Yue Qianfeng, Li Zhaowen and others had led a part of the army and rushed back with the help of the turbulent waterway, they could not be compared with the 500,000-strong army. Fortunately, the leader of the formation was carrying Si Wei to continuously reinforce the city defense formation.

With the help of less than half of the troops, famous generals, and formations.

Relying on the city defense, we fought to the death.

There is a large army above and a large army below.

Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu are facing the military god Jiang Su.

As for generals Xue Shenjiang, Yue Qianfeng, Li Zhaowen, Chen Wenmian, Xiao Wuliang, Duan Qingyu and other famous generals, they used the city to confront Jiang Wanxiang, who burned his luck and lifespan and set foot in a realm similar to the legend of martial arts. They were truly top ten in the world, or even top five in the world, such as Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu.

Plus another top ten general Qin Yulong.

Qin Yulong can be compared with Yue Qianfeng.

General Xue will try to hold back Jiang Wanxiang, and all the remaining generals have only one goal, which is to use the surging army as much as possible to hold back the other three generals and exchange pieces with each other.

With the help of the formations of Zhenkui, Siwei and Siming and the characteristics of the garrisoned city defense, we can minimize the negative impact of the difference in troop strength.

General Xue supported the city with both hands and looked into the distance: "Two armies, two ways of fighting, only one thought, the two sides will see who can hold on, who can't hold on, who shows fatigue and weakness, who will lose."

He paused and said, "The Sword God went alone. What happened?"

Old Siming looked into the distance. He was silent for a long time and shook his head: "It's too messy."

The world has been in turmoil for hundreds of years, and the closer it gets to the end, the more terrifying, powerful and turbulent the majestic momentum that keeps accumulating becomes. At this moment, in the eyes of old Sima Ming, there is heroism, the aura of a king, the solemn and murderous aura of a military strategist, the high will of a general, the unrestrainedness of the rivers and lakes, and the unparalleled sword intent.

These magnificent fortunes are rarely seen in ordinary peaceful times.

It rose into the air like a dragon, constantly colliding and entangled with each other, bursting out dazzling light, tearing and colliding, and making hissing and roaring sounds. Under such circumstances, there was a feeling that the eight hundred years of good fortune had come to an end.

Even a great Yin-Yang master like Lao Siming, who is rare in the world, cannot see clearly.

Sword energy still flows in the sky, but the murderous aura of the military strategists and the sharp spirit of the king still exist. In the eyes of the Yin-Yang School, these auras exist in the sky for a long time and cannot be distinguished.

"Is that right?"

General Xue smiled and said, "Then we can only rely on the weapons in our hands to distinguish the superior from the inferior and find out the real situation."

"However, I still envy the Sword God. All his life, everything he did was based on the sharpness in his heart. There is actually such a swordsman, such a man, who only cares about me in his life. Haha, he is free and easy. It makes someone feel uncomfortable."

Old Siming, who was feeling a little sad, grinned.

Although he was secretly complaining in his heart, he wondered if this general's mouth was poisonous.

Such a mean and poisonous tongue.

Is it because he was the number one divine general five hundred years ago that he was able to have a good ending?

However, although General Xue did not mention who it was by name, Old Siming and Old Black Turtle still subconsciously turned their heads to look at the silver-haired man over there. The latter raised his eyes, quite unhappy, and glared back rudely:
"What are you looking at?"

Old Sima Ming withdrew his gaze.

Eyes on nose, nose on heart, without changing expression: "Nothing."

The old black tortoise closed his eyes and said, "I didn't look at you."

"The old black tortoise closed his eyes because he couldn't open them and tell lies."

"It's an old joke palindrome."

General Xue took the initiative to narrate, stroking his steely chin, and said:

"It really makes people, um, laugh."

"I can't help laughing."

Old Siming shuddered.

The silver-haired whale fisherman's forehead twitched and he gritted his teeth and said, "Could you please stop telling that old joke of yours?!"

"Did that kid Ye Buyi learn this from you?!"

General Xue touched his chin, really puzzled, and said: "Ye Buyi? That kid is quite resolute and serious. I think highly of him. I would like to teach him some martial arts. Besides, what kind of joke is this?!"

General Xue held his head high and chest out.

He raised his palm and patted his chest, saying confidently: "This was a popular joke in my time. Chen Baxian, who was cold-blooded, would laugh every time."

The whale fisherman shook his hand and threw the formation plate over.

I couldn't help laughing.

People really laugh when they are extremely speechless.

He suddenly felt able to empathize with the second divine general from five hundred years ago.

Being the second best in the world under the poisonous chatterbox like General Xue.

Really aggrieved.

No wonder Chen Baxian planned to overthrow General Xue in his life.

He cursed: "Your era was more than 500 years ago. The jokes that were popular back then are now old and stale."

General Xue said, "I see. Actually, I know that my joke was made five hundred years ago. I just put it together with the present to show that I can't distinguish the present from the past. It's a way of pretending to be confused. It really makes people..."

The old Siming was horrified.

Just pick up the black turtle.

He threw it with all his might and used the old black turtle's shell to block General Xue's mouth.

Old Black Turtle: “???”

Old Siming's scalp was sweating. He closed his eyes and laughed dryly, "Ha, hahahaha, come to think of it, do you think that Sword Maniac can stop Jiang Wanxiang and the others?!"

The whale fisherman was silent, and said: "...Jiang Wanxiang's army is coming again."

"The sword maniac didn't come back."

He did not continue speaking, but the underlying meaning was obvious enough. This leader who always regarded himself as the youngest martial arts legend suddenly felt a sense of dejection for some reason.

He and Sword Maniac are both martial arts legends.

But the spirit that the old man showed at the end clearly surpassed him.

As a warrior who was extremely proud, he had to admit that he was surpassed by others. It was really a kind of awkward and decadent feeling in his heart. However, General Xue just laughed out loud and said, "Great, very courageous. I have also seen many swordsmen in that era."

"He calls himself a hero, but no one is more magnanimous than Murong Longtu."

"The army is here, the world is in chaos, and you and I don't have much choice."

General Xue looked at the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd beside him, sensing the roar of this dark golden divine weapon, and his expression became calm and composed.

Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong arrived at the frontier with their army.

Just as the late Jiang Wanxiang had arranged, they formed a battle formation with the elites of the old aristocratic family system of Zhongzhou and Yingguo as the core, and launched an attack on the Qilin in Jiangnan.

There is no doubt that it is a battlefield and there is no doubt that it is a tough battle.

But General Xue sensed something was wrong at this time: "Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong are all raiding the rear. Their real elite troops are not coming forward?"

Yue Qianfeng was puzzled: "So what?"

General Xue stroked his chin, thinking, and said:
"At this point, both sides are clearly showing off their strengths, building strong camps, and fighting a stupid battle. There is not much room for maneuver. This is not a strategy of feigning defeat. Military strategists emphasize the importance of making a concerted effort. Once the enemy has already killed a lot, it will be difficult to raise the offensive again."

"There is only one possibility for the other side to be like this from the beginning."

"They are planning to [kill someone with a borrowed knife]."

Yue Qianfeng said: "Use our swords to kill these vanguards."

General Xue said: "They are also using their swords to consume us."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a bit like the death row camps hundreds of years ago, wasting our time."

"I see that these people are all kinds of people, many of them are elite, but they have different family styles. This is interesting. Jiang Wanxiang intends to use our hands to kill those powerful families under his rule?"

Yue Qianfeng was silent and asked, "What should we do?"

General Xue asked, "What do you think?"

Yue Qianfeng said: "The enemy has come, there is no escape, we must fight."

General Xue said, "Yes."

"However, we have other ways. If we just follow the opponent's strategic goals, we will be passive anyway. Hey, they want to use these noble families to exchange for children, and kill two people with borrowed knives. Let's use them to try out the mechanism." "Move up all the Mo family's mechanisms!"

"Follow Lu Youxian's battle formation and start."

General Xue is the commander-in-chief, he was once the best general in the world. Even though the turbulent times of that era were not as turbulent as they are today, and he has never set foot in martial arts legends, but his vision and strategic foresight as a top commander are still there.

With the seven years of support from the King of Qin at all costs.

The updated mechanical techniques of the Gongsun family and the Mohist school have long shown their power. The two sides fought outside the city. With the help of the formation leader's formation and the Mohist school's mechanical techniques, the Qilin Army successfully withstood the attacks in the past few days.

Yuwen Lie and He Ruo captured the tiger, and also wiped out the troops and brave generals of the aristocratic families, and swept away the dirt in Zhongzhou that was dragged out by Jiang Wanxiang. The princes and marquises that remained from the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor disappeared.

After that, it will be a battle for the whole world.

After the foreplay that both sides vaguely sensed was over, the main show began. The divine generals Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu stepped onto the battlefield, and they also adhered to the last wishes of the deceased emperor.

Even though Jiang Wanxiang had anticipated his own death in the end, his expectations on this battlefield would be difficult to achieve.

However, Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu were still determined to lead the real elite of Ying State onto the battlefield in this troubled times and fight hard. General Xue looked solemn, but ordered the five generals Yue Qianfeng, Li Zhaowen, Xiao Wuliang, Chen Wenmian and Duan Qingyu to all go into battle.

On the battlefield, murderous aura filled the air. The whistling of swords and sabers seemed to be infused with the determination to go down in history, shaking continuously. However, even with the support of the formation master, five against three, they were still no match.

However, every time Yuwen Lie and others were about to seriously injure the other party.

Arrows will fall like streams of light.

The whistling of the bowstring is like the roar of a tiger.

General Xue stood on the city gate holding the Cloud-Breaking and Sky-Shaking Bow to provide assistance. His eyes were calm, but he had a vague feeling that Jiang Wanxiang still did not show up under such circumstances.

"Still fishing..."

"Or in other words, Jiang Wanxiang died on the road."

General Xue saw through the hidden situation and said to himself:

"With many noble families as the vanguard of the 'Death Camp', the generals charged into the battle, still bravely, but revealing a hint of sadness. It seems that the Sword God's last sword completely cut off Jiang Wanxiang's great wish."

Old Siming remained silent. Although he had always been free and easy, he was still not used to parting.

He didn't know what kind of emotion he should have when thinking about Murong Longtu's last sword, whether it was heroic, brave, invincible, or without regrets.

In the arena and the world, two powerful men who made it to the end fell almost at the same time?
General Xue put down his bow and said, "The real and the fake are now clearly distinguished."

"With Jiang Wanxiang dead, the vanguard of the noble families has been exhausted. The army of Ying State is no longer strong enough to suppress us. The dilemma here is about to be solved. The momentum of the first attack will weaken after the second, and the third will be exhausted. As long as we can force the enemy to retreat in this battle, their morale will collapse."

"Yuwen Lie, if He Ruo captures the tiger, he will have to retreat."

"Their soldiers are not machines or mechanisms."

"It will make people tired. Even if it is killing someone with a borrowed knife, for the soldiers of Ying State, it is the death of a comrade, which will have a huge impact on the morale of the army. Haha, here, because I am an agency and they are not, I used the method of the ordinary people."

Old Siming's face changed drastically, he wanted to stop him but it was too late.

General Xue said seriously:

“It’s really hilarious.”

The leader of the formation grinned.

Yuan Zhi, who was in charge of maintaining the city's defense with the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation, whispered, "...But, right now, our five generals are no match for the three generals on the other side..."

In other words, Duan Qingyu tried his best to stop Qin Yulong.

Across Qianfeng, Li Zhaowen confronted Yuwen Lie.

Chen Wenmian and Xiao Wuliang confronted He Ruoqinhu.

All three routes are at a disadvantage.

General Xue stretched out his hand and grasped the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd, but his hand was as calm as it was in the past. Guan Twelve's lips trembled, and old Sima Ming realized something and closed his eyes with a little pain.

Only one person can prevent the death here.

Duke Xue.

The last battle of General Xue, the number one general in the world.

General Xue raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, what are you guys looking at? I'm already dead. It's such a pleasure to be able to have this battle."

"The world is in turmoil and there are many difficulties. Naturally, old guys like us will be the first to take on the challenge."

"Only with blood and swords can a world freed from chaos be created."

"Everyone——"

General Xue stepped on the city wall, with his back to Old Siming, Guan Twelve, and the Whale Fisherman. He paused and smiled:

"Farewell."

Ripples appeared in the void, and the white tiger from five hundred years ago roared softly.

General Xue's sleeves fluttered.

After five hundred years of gloomy time, they set foot on the battlefield again.

On the battlefield, the modern white tiger roared and defeated Li Zhaowen and Yue Qianfeng with one move. Yuwen Lie raised his head and looked at the fierce aura above the city. Yuwen Lie was indifferent and drove his dragon horse to charge towards that place.

General Xue held the magic weapon in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

That frivolous aura dissipated, and what remained was only the majestic solemnity of the military strategist and general.

The world is still like this.

The times are turbulent, but it is only in the darkest night that the blazing flames rise. The road ahead will be torn apart for you by the old guys of the older generation like us. We will carry this gate, and you will head towards the bright future.

After Ji Zichang, Ji Yanzhong, Qu Hanxiu and Murong Longtu.

General Xue.

Holding the magic weapon, rushing to the final battle.

After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, his consciousness will fall asleep. Perhaps thousands of years will pass again, in a very distant era, when your names have become history and history has become legend, I will wake up again.

At that time, let me watch the peaceful and prosperous times you create through your words.

Two white tigers were galloping on the battlefield. Yuwen Lie and General Xue both had the fierce aura of the Ninth Heaven. Old Sima Ming opened his mouth, and in an instant he seemed to be in disarray and much older, watching General Xue rushing to his own end.

The troubled times are like the dark night, the end of the pioneers.

There's nothing they can do to stop it.

In troubled times, heroes kill heroes.

This is not just a simple statement, on the battlefield, there is the sound of horse hooves roaring like thunder, the sound of roars, the sound of swords breaking through the air, the low sound of enduring pain, the smell of blood, swords and steel, the smell of fate.

General Xue looked at the powerful White Tiger of the time.

The tiger roars to the sky and the halberds howl.

Yuwen Lie looked at his predecessor from five hundred years ago without giving in at all.

The two weapons were raised, almost carrying with them the determination of this life and each other's bravery to fight forward.

At this moment, a sharp, sky-tearing sound exploded.

The golden wings shook violently, and a huge eagle flew across the sky. A spear almost turned into an angry dragon, and it fell from the sky, violently piercing through the darkness and landing heavily on the battlefield.

boom! ! ! !

Above the battlefield, a violent gust of air surged.

The golden light spread out, tearing through the smoke and dust on the battlefield. Then it swept away suddenly, and the swords and blood scattered. The golden Roc hovered there defiantly.

Yue Qianfeng, who was vomiting blood, was stunned, with a defiant golden double-winged Dharma image in his eyes.

Golden-winged roc!
Liquan's magic spear blocked Yuwen Lie's heavy spear.

The majestic and resolute general had a serene look on his face.

Yue Pengwu, come here!

Yue Pengwu let out a long roar, and the golden-winged Roc image and the white tiger tore each other apart. The long spear swept across and instantly collided with Yuwen Lie's heavy spear. The collision of the two magical weapons unleashed a thunderous roar.

The old man General Xue was eliminated from the battlefield.

Yue Qianfeng was shocked and asked, "Master Yue, why are you here?!"

Yue Pengwu and Yuwen Lie fought to a draw, and the two distanced themselves. Yue Pengwu stood in front of General Xue who was ready to die, and said:
"Yue Pengwu."

"Coming to support by order of the lord!"

General Xue was shocked, and immediately raised his voice, saying, "Come over here, isn't that the only one left over there, Li Guanyi? If it's just him, how could he possibly beat Jiang Su!?"

Yue Pengwu held the gun, as if he saw the dragon image chanting on the battlefield again. A trace of emotion flashed across his face, and he said slowly:

"Do not."

"I've seen it with my own eyes."

"My lord, he has made a breakthrough and is a legend in martial arts."

General Xue, Yue Qianfeng, Old Siming, and the whale fisherman all suddenly became quiet. In troubled times, it is the time for the older generation to show their determination, but this world does not belong to the older generation alone.

Not just the arena, not just the court.

Zhan Ji was alone guarding Zhenbei City.

Right now, inside Yingguo.

A special force of about 10,000 chivalrous knights rushed to the city of Ying State. The leader was a solemn man with a dark face. Dou De held a spear in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Look at the brothers in front of you and say:

"Jiang Wanxiang of Ying State led a million soldiers and horses to attack Qin State together."

"There are only 10,000 of us, and we are of no use on the battlefield."

"The King of Qin came to greet us personally back then. A real man should repay a favor, regardless of the reason or whether he lives or dies. Now is the time."

"Follow me, let's go and kidnap Jiang Wanxiang's two sons and the many descendants of the generals. Let's see if the Emperor of Ying still has the heart to do whatever it takes, and if they still have no mercy at all."

"As long as there is a slight hesitation, their fighting spirit will be weakened."

"On this battlefield thousands of miles away, let us repay the kindness of King Qin that day."

Shan Xiong looked at his brother, sighed, and said, "But even if Emperor Jiang Wanxiang of Ying State takes all his elite troops out, the internal power of this great country is not something we can handle. Besides, if they return to the court, how will you and I cope with it?"

Dou De remained silent, and said solemnly: "A man of honor should do what he should do in this world. Why should he care about his own life?"

"At most, he died in gratitude."

Shan Xiong and the others looked at each other and said, "Brother, what you said is very true."

Dou De remained calm, holding his spear and riding his warhorse: "Let the King of Qin know, too."

"Are the heroes of the world only on the battlefield and in the martial arts world?!"

He said in a loud voice: "In this world, we can see kings, nobles, generals and knights."

"Do you know the barbarians and butchers in Yan and Zhao?!"

(End of this chapter)