Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

But everyone present could hear that this was Xu Xiao's repayment for the debt he owed to the Song Dynasty.

When Xu Fengnian heard this, his face became even more furious, and he could hardly hold back and said, "Nonsense! Even if my father received favors from the Song Dynasty, he fought in more than ten countries, and even my mother lost her vitality because of the Song Dynasty's trip to Bianjing. The Song Dynasty owes me Beiliang..."

Xu Fengnian's emotions are very unstable, and everyone understands that.

However, after a moment of silence, Li Chungang finally spoke up: "Your mother's death brought Beiliang decades of stability and development. The debt has been settled."

"But your father once swore to the Song Dynasty that if he rebelled, he would die on the battlefield."

After saying this, Li Chungang stopped talking.

Xu Fengnian's face turned extremely red, but in the end he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

There was silence for a long while.

Xu Fengnian's growth was astonishingly fast, and he soon spoke again: "In this case, the final battle between Beiliang and Song can only be decided on the battlefield."

"In the past few days, I, Beiliang, have been defeated four times in a row. Do you have any strategies to help me?"

Everyone was silent.

How can such a major defeat be reversed by conventional human means?

Just when Xu Fengnian was almost in despair, an expressionless scholar suddenly spoke up and said, "Young Master, the only solution now is to risk everything and fight to the death."

The moment the scholar opened his mouth, everyone looked at each other.

The scholar didn't care at all and said to himself: "Now that the king has passed away, the morale of the army is low. In terms of equipment, manpower, national strength, etc., we are far inferior to the Song Dynasty."

"What's more, if the Song Dynasty remains peaceful, the fighting will only make it stronger. The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for us."

"If the young master does not have the determination to risk everything, why not just disband it now?"

The scholar was also very bold and directly suggested to disband the group.

Of course, there is also the intention of provoking others.

"You are talking nonsense. You are looking for death."

"How dare you, thief, disrupt the morale of our army? I will tear you to pieces alive."

"You deserve to die..."

"enough!"

Inside the tent, the generals of the Beiliang army were all furious and looked as if they were going to kill the scholar on the spot. The murderous aura almost tore the sky above the tent apart.

Only Xu Fengnian, with a cold face, shouted loudly to stop the chaos in the tent.

Xu Fengnian's face turned pale, but he also knew that although the words spoken by the scholar were harsh, they were all true.

But if you really want to fight to the death, the winner will be decided.

Xu Fengnian was not so determined. He stared at the scholar and said, "I need a reason to make up my mind."

The scholar paused for a moment and said, "The army that mourns will win. This is also the only chance of victory."

Xu Fengnian's mind was moved, and he said, "What if the Song army avoids fighting and loses the last bit of morale of our army?"

The scholar showed a determined look on his face and said, "Young Master should lead the troops and use all our Beiliang strength. The Martial Saint will break the city and the God will open the way. We will fight to the death."

After the scholar finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Instead, everyone in the camp fell silent and looked at Xu Fengnian.

Just as the scholar said, a fight to the death is the last chance to win.

Xu Fengnian led the charge and showed the full potential of Beiliang, which was an open and aboveboard conspiracy.

If the Song army resists, a decisive battle will break out.

The Song army avoided the battle, and the road leading to the northern border of the Song Dynasty was unstoppable.

Chapter 322: Heaven and Man Open the Way, Martial Saint Breaks the City

Whether it was the Song Dynasty or the Northern Liang, neither side was a good person and they reacted extremely quickly.

In the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, after receiving the message from Zhao Shirong.

Yang Zhao, Wang Xianzhi, Ling Donglai, Dugu Qiubai, Huang Shang, Zhao Defang, Wei Qingqingqing and others rushed to Zhenliang City at the fastest speed.

After everyone gathered, they had no time to talk.

The soldiers in Zhenliang City have received news that Beiliang is launching a large-scale attack on the city.

Yang Zhao, Zhao Shirong, Wang Xianzhi, Ling Donglai and others quickly rushed to the top of the city, and saw a white wave soon appearing on the horizon in the far north under the first light of dawn.

The Beiliang Heavy Cavalry, the Feng Camp, the Shan Camp, etc., a total of 200,000 troops, were all in mourning.

And at the forefront of the army.

I saw Xu Fengnian wearing a linen robe with a precious armor inside, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and walking in the front.

Behind Xu Fengnian were two extremely conspicuous coffins.

One of the coffins contained the body of Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang.

The other coffin was empty. It was the coffin Xu Xiao prepared for himself.

Fight with all your might and fight to the death.

Xu Fengnian did not say a word, but he expressed his fighting spirit to the fullest, which boosted the morale of the Beiliang army, which had suffered four consecutive defeats, to the extreme.

"Fuck, Beiliang really has capable people."

On the top of the Zhenliang City wall, Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong stood in the front. Cao Wei beside them had a gloomy face. He looked at the Beiliang army that was like a tsunami and cursed viciously.

It was not just Cao Wei who felt this way. Di Qing, Zong Ze, Princess Shuangyang and others all had solemn expressions.

Not to mention anything else, the explosive morale of the Beiliang army alone is enough to make people feel heavy in their hearts.

Zhao Shirong was also somewhat anxious, and said, "Is it unavoidable? As long as it is delayed for a while, once Xu Xiao's body is buried, the morale of Beiliang will surely be weakened."

Yang Zhao patted Zhao Shirong's nervous little hand and said, "It's difficult, let's get ready for the fight."

This battle is indeed extremely difficult and unavoidable.

With the eyesight of Yang Zhao and others, it was almost easy for them to see the situation behind Xu Fengnian of Beiliang and the two coffins.

Not to mention the army in mourning.

Just from the undisguised aura of the group of strong men behind the two coffins, one can see the determination of the Beiliang side.

Li Chungang advanced one realm at a time, and his accumulation was actually like a rocket climbing up. From the first level of Heavenly Man, he had quickly soared to the ninth level of Martial Saint, the peak of Martial Saint, and was even still growing madly and endlessly.

Huang Zhentu was known as Sword Nine Huang. At this moment, he was mobilizing his own essence as if he was risking his life. Nine sword energy shadows condensed behind him with terrifying power.

Besides.

Yuan Zuozong, Zhu Lushan, Yan Wenluan, Li Mofan, Liu Jinu and other main generals of the Northern Liang army showed their abilities without any concealment and led the way towards Zhenliang City.

This is a desperate rhythm.

Even Northern Liang scholars like Zhao Changling and Song Dongming wore armor and held swords and went into battle.

This is a tough battle that must be fought.

Just when Zhenliang City had just adjusted its defenses.

In the Beiliang army, Jian Jiuhuang and Xu Fengnian talked about something, then drank a gourd of old wine, laughed and sang, and flew into the battle formation, heading towards Zhenliang City at a high speed.

"Jian Jiuhuang will use his nine swords to pave the way for the young master to enter the city today!"

There is no such thing as morality or immorality on the battlefield.

Jian Jiuhuang let out a heroic roar, and his entire body seemed to have transformed into a huge sun filled with sword energy. All the essence in his body was drained, and his black hair turned white in an instant.

"Sword One, one sword opens the dust and moves the dragon and snake."

"hold head high!"

In the darkness, there seemed to be the sound of the Martial Saint resounding in the void. Jian Jiuhuang smiled carefreely, opened the sword case, and a ray of light turned into sword energy all over the sky, gathering into a sword energy dragon and snake, which seemed to have the power to split mountains and break peaks, destroy cities and overturn the earth, tearing apart the endless defenses in front of Zhenliang City and crashing straight into the top of the city.

This person must have gone crazy.

Everyone on the top of Zhenliang City was staring in amazement at Jian Jiuhuang, who was burning his life and desperately trying to draw his sword.

It's fucking outrageous. He came up with the order of the Martial Saint to pave the way and break down the gate of Zhenliang City.

"Well, I'll take your advice, Wei Qingqing."

"Qianyi."

Facing the desperate Jian Jiuhuang, Wei Qingqingqing, who had always had a weak presence in the Song Dynasty camp, took the first step. Swords and sabers gathered together, turning into a sky full of sword shadows and sword lights, covering half of the sky, and then turned into a stream of fairy light that fell down.

Rumble, rumble.

Facing a desperate Martial Saint, Wei Qingqingqing did not hold back at all and went straight for the kill.

The immortal light transformed from the infinite sword shadows and knife lights fell from the sky, cutting off the sword energy dragons and snakes in the air, and then transformed into sword shadows and knife lights again, completely annihilating the sword energy in the sky.

"Two Swords, the two instruments are mutually reinforcing and holding lotus."

"Sword Three, the sword's energy weighs three pounds."

Before Wei Qingqingqing could catch her breath, Jian Jiuhuang in the sky launched two consecutive desperate moves, and sword energy lotuses bloomed in the void.

And every ray of sword energy in the sword energy lotus was attached with a heavy and boundless sword intent.

Wei Qingqingqing showed a bitter smile, encountering such an unreasonable and desperate person, but there was nothing she could do. She tried her best to activate the free magic skill, and in great danger, she managed to block the two sword moves.

But even so, Wei Qingqingqing suffered serious injuries, her face was as pale as gold paper, and blood oozed from her mouth. She had to tear through the void and return to the top of the city.

"Jian Jiuhuang is already dead, but he wants to drag others down with him. This person is really crazy."

After saying just one sentence, Wei Qingqingqing sat cross-legged and began to regulate her breathing.

Not everyone can withstand the desperate fight of a martial saint who is determined to die and has reached the highest level.

Zhao Shirong didn't even have time to care about Wei Qingqingqing. She could only look at Yang Zhao and said, "Husband, what did Senior Wei mean by that? That Jian Jiuhuang..."

"died!"

Yang Zhao also smiled bitterly and said, "When Jian Jiuhuang used the first move, his vitality and lifespan had been completely drained, and all of it was poured into those nine sword moves."

"Once these nine sword moves are completed, Jian Jiuhuang's body will be reduced to dust and his soul will dissipate."

Zhao Shirong's face turned pale.

But at this moment, Dugu Qiubai stood up and said, "My dear nephew, don't panic. I will fight with such a heroic man with all my strength."

Chapter 323: Death of Jian Jiuhuang

Among the Song Dynasty camp, the only two true pure sword practitioners are Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a.

It was just that Deng Tai'a had once received favor from Princess Wu Su of Beiliang, so even though the two sides had settled their differences, he did not come to participate in this battle.

After all, the foundation of Beiliang was far inferior to that of the Song Dynasty.

Originally, Beiliang had support from Shangyin Academy, Qingzhou Confucius Mansion, Wudang, Longhu Mountain, Liangchan Temple, etc., but they were all dealt with and wiped out one by one in advance by Yang Zhao.

So in this final battle.

Jian Jiuhuang, one of the promoted Martial Saints in the Beiliang camp, did not hesitate to draw out his life and transformed it into nine sword moves to pave the way for the Beiliang army to break into the city.

The martial saint fought desperately, and he was also a pure sword saint. His attack power was terrifying.

Wei Qingqingqing, who could normally fight with Jian Jiuhuang for three months without stopping, was seriously injured after just three moves. Unless Wei Qingqingqing also fought desperately, she would not be able to continue to block Jian Jiuhuang's attack.

However, this also aroused the competitive spirit of Dugu Qiubai, who was also a sword cultivator.

Inform Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong.

Dugu Qiubai howled for the rest of his life, and his entire body turned into a sword light that instantly rushed into the void, and stood face to face with Jian Jiuhuang. He said, "Good moves, good swords. I, Dugu Qiubai, will inherit your remaining sword, and I hope you can give me a chance to defeat me."

As a sword cultivator, even before a life-and-death battle, it is inevitable to show off.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Jian Jiuhuang's life force was gone, and even his soul was completely immersed in the remaining sword moves. Even after hearing Dugu Qiubai's words, he did not respond at all.

"Sword Four, four floating clouds."

"Five of Swords, the wind and snow send Guanyin to the west."

"Sword Six, the reincarnation of the six paths of Jiazi."