This is the sword that condenses all the power of Bai Song!
After several verifications, Bai Song's move was more than powerful, but difficult to hit.
This time it was different, Bai Song only wanted to attack three dead objects!
The shadow of the knife fell, and everyone within ten feet instinctively moved away. Only the three divine cannons ten feet away quietly stopped in place.
boom!
After a loud noise that shook the earth, countless iron pieces flew around. The sound seemed like the earth was punched hard by an invisible giant.
With one blow, the three Shenwu cannons turned into scrap metal and disappeared from this world forever.
Bai Song, as before, lost all his strength and staggered down on the battlefield.
But even if he fell down and lost consciousness, countless enemy troops around him would not dare to get even close.
The shock of that knife remains in the hearts of everyone who witnessed it and will never be erased.
…
The constant bumps made Bai Song feel a little uncomfortable, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Sir, are you awake?" A soft female voice broke Bai Song's confused thoughts.
The memory emerged, and Bai Song sat up suddenly in a daze, subconsciously reaching for his scimitar.
But after touching it all, he found nothing. Instead, he found that he had no clothes on, just a bandage.
Next to him was a graceful young maid, sitting next to her with her head slightly bowed.
This is the carriage of a carriage, with a charcoal fire burning in the middle, the windows open, and snow falling outside.
"Who are you?! Where are you?" Bai Song asked warily.
"Slave Yuzhu is Miss Mo's maid. Now she is here to serve the young master under the orders of Mr. Mo."
Bai Song frowned slightly, vaguely realizing something, and his face became wary. He suddenly opened the car curtain and stuck his head out to take a look.
Seeing this, Bai Song's heart sank.
On the vast snowy road, a long team stretches for a hundred meters and is slowly advancing on the mountain road. In the distance are mountains and ridges with no end in sight.
On the side of the carriage, a man in Holy Lotus attire looked at Bai Song and shouted forward: "Mr. Bai is awake."
The person in front who heard the shout continued to pass forward: "Mr. Bai is awake!"
The news that Bai Song had woken up echoed in the mountains, and then spread to places far and wide.
"Is this the Holy Lotus Sect's army?"
"Master, you can ask Mr. Mo later." Yuzhu said softly and handed Bai Song some clothes.
At this time, the bumps suddenly stopped and the large group of people suddenly stopped moving forward.
Ah Da opened the car curtain, looked at Bai Song up and down for a while, and said in a low voice: "Master, come with me. Mr. Mo has been waiting in front for a long time."
Bai Song frowned, knowing that he was trapped in the enemy camp and had no chance of escaping. Moreover, he also had countless questions and needed to see Mr. Mo.
Bai Song didn't think much, strode out of the carriage, and followed Ah Da all the way to the front of the team.
In front of the team, outside a larger carriage, Mr. Mo was wearing a winter coat, huddled in the snow and waiting.
Seeing Bai Song approaching, Mr. Mo walked up with a smile.
Everyone around was surprised. Have they ever seen Mr. Mo treat someone so politely?
What is the origin of this Bai Song Dynasty?
Why are you treated like this?
Of course, not everyone knows Bai Song, and not everyone has seen Bai Song's sword that shook the world.
Because most of the people I have seen have died under the city of Chengdu.
In the battle of Chengdu, the Holy Lotus Sect suffered heavy casualties. Under the attack of 50,000 elite Tang troops, only 20,000 soldiers and horses were left in the 100,000-strong army.
Although a large part of the Holy Lotus Sect's army consists of ordinary people who have just joined the army, their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the Tang army.
But the main culprit that caused such consequences was the three divine cannons brought by the Bai Song Dynasty.
If it weren't for the Shenwu Cannon, the Battle of Chengdu would never have been like this.
The generals who knew the truth hated Bai Song, but now even Mr. Mo and the prince wanted to win over this man. Seeing Mr. Mo's courtesy, the disgraced generals felt inexplicably depressed.
"Brother Bai, we haven't seen each other for a long time!" Mr. Mo was very enthusiastic. He came to Bai Song with a smile and bowed his hands to Bai Song.
Bai Song knows what the other party is thinking, isn't it the Shenwu Cannon?
Having learned the lesson of the crossbow, there was no way Bai Song could hand over the manufacturing methods of the Shenwu Cannon to the other party.
Even if he died, Bai Song would not compromise.
Seeing Mr. Mo, Bai Song already made a decision in his heart, and calmly cupped his hands towards Mr. Mo, his expression indifferent.
Mr. Mo didn't care about this and led Bai Song to the carriage: "Come on, come on, it's freezing outside, let's talk inside the carriage."
This carriage has a large space and can accommodate seven or eight people without any problem.
As soon as he entered the carriage, Bai Song saw a young man in black robe inside the carriage.
The black robe is simple in style, but taking a closer look at the embroidery on the black robe, Bai Song felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
A five-clawed golden dragon is embroidered with dark thread on the black robe, which is low and powerful. With a little light, a bit of golden light can occasionally be seen, making it majestic.
This man actually dares to wear a dragon robe majestically?!
"Brother Bai, let me introduce you to him. This is His Highness the Crown Prince of the New Tang Dynasty."
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the New Tang Dynasty?" Bai Song frowned and couldn't help but sneer, "The Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty is Li Chengqian. How can there be another prince in this remote mountainous area? Even the prince is the prince of your Holy Lotus Sect. With
What do I want to do?"
After hearing this, Mr. Mo frowned and looked at the young man.
The other party waved his hand, smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Mr. Bai won't admit it now, and I won't force it. When we meet for the first time, there will naturally be a process of getting along."
The young man was very peaceful and bowed his hands to Bai Song: "Li Changsheng, the second son of the former crown prince Li Jiancheng."
"Son of Li Jiancheng..."
Li Changsheng smiled: "I sincerely befriend the young master, so I will not hide anything. Now that I know the identity of this prince, I believe that the prince's position should be worthy of him."
In one thought, Bai Song already made a judgment in his mind.
This Holy Lotus Sect turned out to be the remnants of Li Jiancheng!
Not only did they establish the Holy Lotus Sect, but they even created a new Tang Dynasty?
You are so bold that you have no limits!
Bai Song understood in his heart and gradually stopped being surprised.
Bai Song didn't speak, just stood silently in the car.
Li Changsheng motioned to Bai Song to sit down, but Bai Song didn't shy away from it and sat aside minding his own business.
Li Changsheng returned to his seat and smiled: "Master Bai taught me a good lesson. Three divine cannons are more powerful than a hundred thousand lions. In the battle in Chengdu, I am convinced that I lost."
"Want a divine cannon?" Bai Song sneered.
"Exactly."
"Stop dreaming. A normal person should understand if he thinks about it. Even if I die, I won't be able to hand over the blueprint of the Shenwu Cannon."
"Brother Bai, don't be so absolute in everything. I believe you will understand one day that there are difficulties in everything we do." At the same time, Mr. Mo interrupted Bai Song softly.