Ten thousand Tianshu Kingdom raided the surprise soldiers, all of which were killed by Zhang Jingfeng. Even the few who had already put down their weapons and surrendered were killed by him and hung their heads on the back of the horse.

The Ghost Howling Valley has become the real Ghost Howling Valley. Yao Guang's attack was like this. The millions of troops were approaching the border and even penetrated into the land of Yao Guang. What kind of blood flowed into the river?

Will those cities that were pulled out by them and the innocent people who were massacred carry hatred on the road to reincarnation? Nothing is important. What is important is that every soldier who is on the battlefield and the people of the world are just pawns of the emperors on the road to the king's power struggle for hegemony.

Among these chess pieces, one is called Zhao Qingzhu.

The entire Ghost Howling Valley was filled with blood and energy, and the breath of death filled the sky above the valley, and then floated towards the hometown of these dead soldiers.

Zhang Jingfeng's white robe had long been dyed red by blood. He saw him standing in front of the 100,000 army, looking at the 10,000 corpses in the valley expressionlessly.

pity?

These two words will only make you lose your life on the battlefield, and killing no enemy is left. This is the kingly way.

Suddenly, Zhang Jingfeng looked up and his eyes were locked at Zhao Qingzhu, who had been standing on a high ground not far from the entrance of the valley. Zhao Qingzhu also looked at him at this moment. The moment the two of them were invisible, a murderous intent that was inexplicable was spreading silently.

"Brothers, give you a stick of incense."

After staring at Zhao Qingzhu, Zhang Jingfeng took his gaze back and said loudly: "Cut off all the soldiers of Tianshu Kingdom and give them to the desolate old man as our meeting gift."

This was a cruel and bloody decision, but no Yaoguang soldier hesitated. The ten thousand soldiers standing in the forefront jumped off the horse, then quickly cut off the head of the target they were attracted to and returned to the horse's back.

The heavy cavalry cut off the head of a general Tianshu, and was stunned at first, and then ran to Zhang Jingfeng with ecstasy.

"General!" The heavy cavalry who ran to Zhang Jingfeng raised the chopped head high and said excitedly: "I recognize this person. This person is one of the most beloved disciples of the old man in the desert, with his surname Zhou and name Yusheng."

Zhang Jingfeng looked closely and was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "Poor Zhou Yusheng, when did he die in the chaos?"

"I killed it, hehe." Wuya scratched his head embarrassedly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingfeng laughed again, and saw him riding his horse while riding his horse, slowly lifting the spear in his hand again, "Brothers, kill at Taoyuan Town at full speed, so that the desolate old man and his million-strong army would tremble and frighten because of our arrival!"

...

In the center of the barren army camp in Taoyuan Town, a huge tent stands like a tomb. In the center of the tent, a half-bian with a terrifying atmosphere was sitting motionless in front of the wooden case. In front of his wooden case, a bunch of war reports that had just come from Yaoguang's hinterland was quietly placed.

Ten days have passed, and the battle reports he received every day are good news, saying that the raid surprise soldier he secretly sent successfully passed through a certain grassland and swamp in a certain city. But just when he received the raid surprise soldier was about to go through the Ghost Howling Valley to kill Gefu City, the unfortunate news finally came.

A raid of ten thousand people remained in the Ghost Howling Valley forever, including his most proud disciple, Zhou Yusheng, the commander of the raid of surprise.

Today is exactly his desolate fifty birthday. Looking at the battle report from the front line, the desolate and unmoved for a long time, like a statue. On both sides of the wooden table, eight Tianshu generals standing neatly with their armor.

These eight people were all Tianshu generals who rushed back from Yaoguang. They were also disciples brought out by Wuwu. They were all brave and good at fighting, and they could stand alone.

He has nine disciples, Zhou Yusheng is the youngest and the one he likes.

But now, on his fifty birthday, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man! It was definitely a fatal blow to the unbeaten war god of Tianshu, the deserted god of war.

The eight generals didn't dare to let out a moment of excitement. They all knew that their master's silence was for his next crazy outbreak.

Finally, the desolation that had been silent for two incense sticks broke the silence of death in the tent. He slowly raised his head and said with a hollow look: "Why is it that Ghost Howling Valley? It's better to die in the Gefu City."

Deadly under the city of Gefu, Zhou Yusheng created at least a miracle on the battlefield. He raided troops from ten thousand light cavalry into the heart of Yaoguang and even took the Yaoguang Royal City. Even if he died in battle, it was a kind of glory. But now, he did not kill to the city of Gefu, but died in the damn Ghost Howling Valley.

The dead general, the angry old war god!

"Master."

A man with a fat face in front took a step forward, bowed and said in a deep voice: "Please allow me to lead 10,000 troops to avenge my junior brother. Just give me 10,000 elite troops and decide the head of the Xiang Shang, who is surnamed Zhang."

"Children surnamed Zhang?" Zhenwu turned his gaze and looked at the man with a fat face, and asked faintly: "You are just looking at that young Zhang Jingfeng?"

"He is the leader of the four princesses in Gefu City. His reputation in Yaoguang Royal City is no less than that of the Bo family. I believe you all think so. I have told you several times that you must not be so lost because of Zhang Dingtian's death in battle. Zhang Dingtian has been in Yaoguang for more than ten years. Although his army under him is named Yaoguang, it has actually become the army of his Zhang clan. A head of the Zhang family died, and Zhang Jingfeng, the heir of the rank, will naturally become the soul of the Zhang family. Such a soul figure, will Zhang Dingtian make him mediocre? Ghost Howling Valley is the best proof that this young man who is comparable to the new Emperor Yaoguang is our biggest enemy."

"Zhanxiong, the reason why I have been invincible for my master over the years is that I respect every opponent. Even if a child standing opposite me is a child who cannot hold a weapon, I will give the strongest blow and never underestimate the enemy. The most important thing is that Your Majesty asked me to go on the battle this time, not to win the entire Yaoguang, but to destroy the Zhang clan. As long as the Zhang clan falls, even if the young emperor has great skills, he will not be able to turn the world."

Zhan Xiong, a great disciple of the Zhanwu Sect, is a powerful existence most likely to become the heir of Zhanwu. This time he went to Yaoguang to fight, he was the first general to lead the Tianshu army deep into Yaoguang, and he was also the only general Tianshu who has maintained undefeated glory to this day. This time, he returned to Taoyuan Town from Yaoguang's hinterland, which was not his original intention, but Emperor Tianshu's anger and shame, and wanted to fight the Yaoguang army to the death in this Taoyuan Town. If it weren't for Emperor Tianshu's order, he would have already been under the command of the army.

"Master taught me the lesson." Zhan Xiong retreated back to his original position and stopped speaking.

As the senior brother, Zhan Xiong didn't dare to speak anymore, so the others were naturally silent, waiting for the next arrangement of Huang Wu. Zhou Yusheng died, how could Huang Wu stop there? Teaching Zhan Xiong a lesson does not mean that he would not fight back against Zhang Jingfeng.

The tent fell into silence as Zhan Xiong retreated.

The desolate mind returned to the battle report on the wooden case again.

"Let's get ready!"

Looking at the battle report without blinking, Huangwu suddenly spoke out and said with murderous intent: "All millions of troops are attacking, and Taoyuan Town must be taken down before Zhang Jingfeng arrives."

Zhan Xiong and eight others were waiting for this moment. Since the battle in Taoyuan Town began, they have been stalemate. Now that Zhou Yusheng, the most beloved disciple, was killed, will surely arouse the endless fighting spirit of the Tianshu army and the old war god.

The moment of a life-and-death battle finally came.
Chapter completed!