Chapter 396 Time is like a sword

When the young man in white robe took off King Jing Yi's head, the surroundings seemed to be boiling, and bursts of exclamations suddenly broke out:

"Kings!"

"Human massacre? How is that possible?"

"Master..."

The exclamation spread, causing the entire battlefield to fall into chaos!

Many soldiers from the scene were halfway through the fight. When they heard this exclamation, they were so frightened that they almost didn't even hold their spears in their hands.

The Jingguo soldiers who had retreated to a safe area followed the sound and saw a scene they would never forget -

The five-clawed black dragon robe armor specially made by Jingjun was only equipped for their monarch, and now, this armor is wearing a bloody headless corpse!

The corpse stood erect and motionless, and next to it stood a young man in his twenties, wearing a white robe and a green sword, with a solemn aura and holding a head in his hand.

The head of King Jingyi.

The monarch's face was facing outward, his eyes were wide open, his frightened expression had solidified, and he was looking at his soldiers dully.

Seeing this scene, the Jingguo soldiers fell into deathly silence, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

White Clothes and Green Sword, Anxi Human Massacre, Jingjun’s Nightmare, and the God of Death in the Northwest.

The newly recruited soldiers had never seen Song Yun in person before.

But they often hear about this image. When physically disabled veterans and storytellers in taverns and teahouses talk about the war that year, they always use trembling voices to describe a horrific scene of the arrival of the god of death.

Even when many Jingbings were naughty when they were young, their parents would shout in a threatening tone:

"If you don't obey me again, I'll ask the Anxi people to arrest you!"

Only after they grew up and joined the army did they realize that all of this was true. The massacre of Anxi people really existed. They had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of the main Jing army, beheaded generals, killed commanders, and killed venerables... The heavy record was filled with unsettling emotions.

Dare to look directly at the bloody color. Fortunately, Rentu had died long ago, so they didn't have to face it.

But now, a dead nightmare reappeared, and under the huge impact, their psychological defenses quickly collapsed.

After a moment of silence.

Someone suddenly shouted heartbreakingly:

"The massacre is back!"

boom!

Jingjun's originally high morale collapsed instantly, like a mighty torrent rushing down, directly breaking the embankment!

In contrast, after Tang Jun reacted, bursts of cheers broke out.

In the past, Anxi people's massacre was far more famous in Jingguo than in Tangguo. However, in recent years, whenever the people of Tang Dynasty felt that the current situation was difficult, they would always sigh, "If only the Reverend Song was still here." They missed such a powerful person.

A peerless strong man. Countless scribes wrote poems in memory of him, which made Song Yun's reputation steadily rise after his death.

At this moment, the white robe returned and King Jing conferred the title, which doubled the confidence of the Tang army and unleashed unprecedented potential.

"kill!"

The formation of the Tang Army with the Beiting Army as the core regrouped and turned into giant swords, moving straight forward and powerfully impacting the Jing Army's encirclement.

The situation of superiority and inferiority was instantly reversed. Jingjun's battle formation could not withstand the pressure and began to retreat in rows.

But at this moment, the strong men around Song Yun could no longer care about the battle situation.

"Master!"

Gao Hanqing only needed one glance to recognize the benefactor who saved his life and taught him martial arts.

He strode over and looked at Song Yun's almost unchanged face, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Master, I knew you were still alive, but they didn't believe me..."

At that time, everyone thought that Song Yun was dead, but Gao Hanqing always held out hope. He sent cavalry into the desert many times to search for his master's whereabouts, and did not give up until the war situation became tense.

Song Yun looked at him with gentle eyes and nodded approvingly.

Although he has been traveling through time and space, Song Yun will pay attention to Anxi's situation from time to time. He has basically always watched this apprentice's growth process.

As the chief general of the Beiting Army, Gao Hanqing's command level can only be considered average. But as a martial artist and a swordsman, he has gained the true meaning of killing with the sword——

In the face of powerful enemies, we always have the courage to fight to the death, risk death and survive, and continue to grow from blood and fire.

Even though the high-cold young man had lost his arm and had some congenital deficiencies, he still managed to reach the middle stage of martial arts, which made Song Yun very satisfied.

"good!"

Two simple words affirmed this apprentice's performance over the past ten years.

Hearing this, Gao Hanqing could no longer bear it. He leaned on his sword with one hand and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

The past ten years have been too difficult. The more difficult the time, the more he misses the days of growing up under the wings of his master.

"Ahem, I really didn't expect that you are still alive." Zhang Xianke got up from the ground, wandered up to Song Yun, looked at it for a few times, and couldn't help but sigh:

"We are all old, but you are still the same as before."

Song Yun stared at the old commander with a weathered face, recalling the former Shuofang Dao Jiedushi who was in his prime and high-spirited. The difference between the two was really huge. Time is like a killing sword in the hand, and killing people is the most ruthless.

Generally speaking, a martial saint is still considered "prime" when he is sixty or seventy years old, but Zhang Xianke has aged extremely badly. In addition to his lack of cultivation, more importantly, he has been under too much pressure and suffered too many injuries in these years.

"It is indeed not easy for you to hold the Tang Kingdom for more than ten years and successfully withstand the pressure of the six countries."

Song Yun waved his hand, and two drops of blood flew out from his palm and penetrated into the bodies of Gao Hanqing and Zhang Xianke.

The two of them were refreshed, feeling warm inside their bodies, their Qi became extremely abundant, and their vitality was as strong as spring grass in March. The injuries they had just suffered improved instantly, and even the hidden injuries that had been accumulated in the body for many years were much better.

For martial arts immortals who have mastered the art of Qi and Blood, every drop of blood contains vitality as vast as the sea, and its effect is comparable to the best panacea in the sky.

Every time Song Yun improves his level in Anxi, his physical condition becomes completely new. This is because the system purifies a large amount of qi and blood power and infuses it into his body instantly to achieve similar effects.

Gao Hanqing and Zhang Xianke were full of energy, raised their weapons again, and looked fiercely at the Martial Saint Zhao Buqun who was about to sneak away quietly.

Zhao Buqun was a casual cultivator in Nanhai. He had never seen Song Yun take action back then. He had been a little disdainful before, thinking that it was entirely because of the incompetence of Jingguo's soldiers that he achieved the evil reputation of massacre.

Looking at it today, someone as powerful as King Jingyi can only surrender his head obediently. This is completely beyond the scope of a martial saint!

Zhao Buqun felt the trembling from the bottom of his heart. This was the instinct of the Martial Saint. It was the fear that was involuntarily generated when faced with the existence of an enemy whose life level far exceeded his own.

Martial Arts Immortal, the white-robed swordsman in front of me is Martial Arts Immortal!

Seeing that Gao Hanqing and Zhang Xianke noticed him, he got excited and wanted to fly away, but found that he couldn't fly at all.

There seemed to be a large invisible net above his head, tightly covering him.

"This guy is also in the middle stage of the Martial Saint stage and is just for training. You can deal with him alone." Song Yun said calmly.

Gao Hanqing's eyes narrowed and he realized that this was the perfect opportunity given by his master. He immediately used the "Nine Sky-Destroying Swords" and attacked with all his strength.

Zhang Xianke flew into the air, lifted up King Jing Yi's head, and showed it to Jing Jun opposite.

Seeing this scene, Jing Jun, who was still struggling to his death, lost all his strength, turned around and began to flee.

The drums were beating loudly, and the Tang army turned from defense to attack, raising their swords high to launch a counterattack.
Chapter completed!