Yan Wulu's face was dark, and he couldn't see any emotion. "...I'm looking for death. I'm going to kill him right now."
Yan Weiyu immediately reminded—
"Eldest nephew, don't be reckless. Corpse King is the strongest person in the Corpse Immortal Sect and is by no means an easy person to deal with."
When Yan Wulu heard this, he sneered softly and responded in a very old-fashioned and domineering manner——
"He just attacked you because he wanted to fight me."
Yan Weiyu was stunned when he heard the sound.
For a moment, she felt embarrassed and uncomfortable...
She thought this was because Yan Wulu cared about her, so she regarded the enemy's actions against her as a declaration of war against him.
Unknowingly, Yan Weiyu's cheeks turned red and her chest felt bumpy.
And Yan Wulu...
In martial arts, isn't this how masters declare war? (The cute villain spreads his hands.)
"Little aunt, take care of yourself and come back as soon as Wulu goes."
After saying that, Yan Wulu used the Blue Sea Clone Technique to transform and disappear.
The white shadow in the forest was also startled, and the next moment he turned around and struck out with his sword to block Yan Wulu's halberd.
The corpse leader immediately felt that his hands were numb from the shock...
Immediately, the two of them were like two streams of light, traveling quickly through the forest.
Swords and halberds collided, and the fight continued.
But Yan Wulu has always had the absolute upper hand...
The same is true on the forest battlefield.
The Zhenbei Army was as unstoppable as it was overwhelming.
Shen Yupei's side was even more defeated.
The battle comes to an end.
High on the mountain, I suddenly saw the figure of King Zhenbei!
Under the moonlight, a generation of overlords appeared here with their guards, overlooking the situation on the entire battlefield.
The king of Zhenbei is majestic and powerful, like a rainbow.
As soon as he appeared here, the morale of the Zhenbei Army immediately rose to another level.
As for the people on Shen Yupei and Lu Minghui's side, they instantly lost all will to fight.
Wolf King Shen Yupei was the first to escape from the battlefield.
The rest of the people also scattered away like birds and beasts, throwing away their helmets and armor and fled.
The Zhenbei Army won a complete victory.
Even Lu Minghui, who had persisted in fighting for the longest time, had to retreat and escape at this moment.
Yan Wulu came back from nowhere and kept charging and killing among the enemies.
He looked at the direction in which Lu Minghui fled and disappeared, his right eye flashed with light, he drove his horse and raised his halberd, preparing to charge towards him.
"Don't chase poor bandits."
Yan Dong slowly drove his horse to Yan Wulu's side, and said calmly: "...it is not yet known how much hidden power the enemy has. Pursuing in the dark will not be conducive to our army."
Cheng Huanian also came here on horseback and echoed -
"What the king said is absolutely true."
"After we have defeated this group of enemies, we will give priority to leaving here, returning to the north, and joining up with our army in the north. This is the best strategy."
"No!"
Yan Wulu suddenly interrupted, gritting his teeth, "...Then Lu Minghui and I have a deep hatred, and we must eradicate it!"
As he spoke, Yan Wulu's angry tone gradually became more relaxed. He glanced at Yan Dong, and then secretly avoided the other person's sight, displaying his usual calmness and confidence.
"Father, don't worry, I will go back alone without Lu."
After saying this, Yan Wulu rushed out on horseback regardless of Yan Dong's dissuasion.
Yan Weiyu wiped the bloody swords in his hands and came to Yan Dong's side.
Looking at Yan Wulu's disappearing figure, she felt vaguely strange and said to herself——
"Didn't my eldest nephew go to fight with the Corpse Chief? Why did he appear here again?"
Yan Weiyu still felt that Yan Wulu just seemed a little too reckless and too violent.
Moreover, she remembered that Yan Wulu was not so obsessed with killing everyone.
"This time the enemy must have strong men hiding in the dark. It would be too dangerous for Lu'er to pursue the enemy alone."
Yan Dong suddenly became worried. He turned the reins of his war horse and immediately ordered: "Sister-in-law, lead someone to clean up the battlefield."
"...Cheng Huanian, take part of the team and go with me to hunt down the enemy invaders and protect the prince."
"As you command!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Huanian clasped his fists and saluted, then quickly ordered his troops and horses, and followed Yan Dong in the direction of Yan Wulu.
Yan Weiyu also agreed.
"I feel like my sworn brother is always a little careless when it comes to matters concerning my eldest nephew's life."
"...and became reckless."
Yan Weiyu thought secretly in his heart.
She turned to look at the battlefield around her, recalling Yan Wulu's previous performance...
Yan Weiyu still felt that something was unusual.
"I have never seen my eldest nephew do anything so anxiously before? Chasing the enemy?"
"...It seems that Lu Minghui has indeed deeply offended my eldest nephew."
Yan Weiyu shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle.
She then continued to order the sergeants around her to clean up the battlefield.
Find injured and dead comrades and bring them all back to the camp.
Yan Weiyu himself led some people to warn the surroundings.
Cleaning the battlefield is a laborious and time-consuming task.
Especially in this kind of dark night, when you can't see clearly, you have to be alert to the enemy's "returning rifle" that may come to kill you.
Time passes.
The battlefield has basically been cleaned, and the wounded and dead soldiers of the Zhenbei Army have begun to be transported back to the camp.
Suddenly, Yan Weiyu's earlobe moved slightly, and there was a sound...
"Who is it?" Yan Weiyu pointed the sword blade in his hand at the source of the sound.
"It's me."
An extremely familiar gentle male voice.
Yan Weiyu was a little stunned...
Sure enough, the tall figure approached, it was Yan Wulu who was holding a bloody head in one hand!
And that head seems to be the one who provoked Yan Wulu and attacked Yan Weiyu, the corpse leader of the Corpse Immortal Sect.
Yan Weiyu looked a little confused...
Because Yan Wulu came from the completely opposite direction from when he left before, and he was obviously going to chase Lu Minghui, the descendant of the devil in that place.
During this short period of time, why did he suddenly come from the opposite direction?
Moreover, he also held the head of another non-hunting target in his hand...
"Unless...he is not Yan Wulu!"
Yan Weiyu opened his eyes slightly.
She stepped forward and flew forward, slashing at Yan Wulu with a sword.
Yan Wulu was slightly startled, but he immediately hid.
"Little aunt, you are crazy!"
When Yan Weiyu heard this, his expression became more complicated.
She pointed at Yan Wulu and said directly——
"Come here and let me punch you!"
"ha?"
"Have you forgotten your promise to me?"
"Huh? This..."
"Okay, little aunt, since you want to hit me, I said I won't fight back, but..."
Yan Wulu said, suddenly raising his eyebrows slightly, "...but I never said that I would send it up for you to beat! Hahaha, do you think I am a fool?"
Yan Weiyu suddenly smiled when he heard the sound.
"Well, it seems that this is your eldest nephew. Then the one before... no wonder it made me uncomfortable."
Yan Wulu was keenly aware of the anomaly in the other party's words, "What do you mean, little aunt?"
"Someone pretended to be you just now and lured away your father and General Cheng Huanian."
When Yan Wulu heard this, his eyes suddenly became serious.
Yan Weiyu also briefly explained the previous situation to Yan Wulu.
"It must be Shen Yupei." Yan Wulu said angrily.
"...This guy, before in Northern Xinjiang, pretended to be Wan Yanfen, the King of Northern Xinjiang."
While speaking, Yan Wulu also mounted a war horse and continued -
"Father, if you go here, you may be ambushed by the enemy."
"...We have to hurry up and help our father!"
"...However, I believe that with my father's ingenuity and strength, Shen Yupei will not be able to disguise himself for long. By then, no matter how many people the other party has, they will not be able to hurt him."
"...Although my father suffered internal injuries during the battle at Purple Mountain, the impact was not significant and did not damage his roots."
Yan Wulu was very confident in Yan Dong's strength.
The same was true for Yan Weiyu.
However, she suddenly remembered the blood stains on the wine jar in Yan Dong's room when she left Jinling that day...
Moreover, Yan Dong has always been extremely enthusiastic about killing enemies on the battlefield, and he will take the lead in every battle, but in tonight's battle, he never made a move from beginning to end...
Yan Weiyu suddenly looked horrified, "Eldest nephew, the situation may be a little bad."
"...I'm worried that my sworn brother may have deceived you."
"...Maybe he is really seriously injured."
As soon as the words fell.
Everything is quiet.
The expression on Yan Wulu's face seemed to be frozen at this moment...
Maybe he was really seriously injured?
…
…
Two quarters of an hour ago.
Yan Dong, Cheng Huanian and others led the army to advance quickly.
Following the figure of "Yan Wulu", they came to a hilly area, but suddenly lost the direction of "Yan Wulu".
The war horse jolts.
Yan Dong secretly covered his mouth and coughed several times. He stretched out his hand and saw a pool of black blood in the center of his palm.
Yan Dong closed his eyes slightly and endured the pain in his internal organs at this moment.
Cheng Huanian noticed something unusual.
He suddenly raised his hand to signal the army to stop their attack.
"Your Majesty, the prince has disappeared." Cheng Hua read out.
Yan Dong glanced around and asked majestically——
"Where is this place?"
"Go back to the king, look at the map, it should be called...Longslaying Tomb." A white horse Yi Cong responded respectfully.
General Cheng Huanian frowned slightly when he heard this.
"Your Majesty, this place is ominous." Cheng Huanian's voice was very cold and cold, but it was full of concern to protect the Lord.
"Kill the Dragon Tomb."
Yan Dong muttered in a low voice.
He immediately understood that the enemy had deliberately led them here.
Yan Dong was disdainful in his heart and sneered, "...a group of young people only dare to play word games."
A general of the Zhenbei Army heard this, understood it, and laughed in agreement -
"They regard the king as a real dragon in the world, but a real dragon will never die in the hands of these ordinary people."
All the generals couldn't help laughing.
Only Cheng Huanian still frowned.
Suddenly a vanguard cavalry came back to report——
"Your Majesty, we found a stone tablet in front of us. There seems to be newly engraved words on the stone tablet."
"Oh? What word."
"It's too dark to see clearly."
"Bring the torch."
While talking, Yan Dong personally took the torch handed by the deputy general and drove his horse forward.
The generals will follow closely.
The light of the torch shone, and a long marble tablet suddenly appeared in front of it.
On the marble tablet, it was clearly written -
[Yan Dong died under this monument.]
When all the generals saw this, they all immediately looked extremely angry and ugly.
"Hahaha."
Yan Dong looked at the stone tablet that was specially erected here. He couldn't help but lower his head slightly and let out a deep laugh.
He slowly raised his head, with a half-smile on his lips.
"...We haven't encountered such an arrogant enemy in many years."
Yan Dong's words were addressed to the many officers and soldiers of the Northern Suppressing Army who had followed him in the north and south for half his life.
A general understood this, secretly drew his sword out of its sheath, and respectfully replied -
"Back to the king, since the king swept across Liuhe and wiped out all the countries, we have never encountered him again."
"It's probably been more than twenty years now."
Many generals of the Zhenbei Army slowly surrounded Yan Dong and defended him in the center.
"Then, all officers and men, please follow me today, once again..."
As he spoke, Yan Dong directly drew the sword of the other deputy general beside him, "...Kill him happily!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Dong violently threw the sword in his hand.
The long sword was like an arrow shot from the most powerful crossbow, flying directly to the shadow of the bush in the distance.
A sword flew across the sky.
Just hearing the sound of blood spurting, the leader of an ambush soldier was directly pierced through the throat by the sword and fell into a pool of blood.
The ambush leader's eyes were stunned before he died, and he had no idea when he was discovered by the opponent.
"kill!"
The deputy leader made a quick decision, shouted loudly, and waved his hand to order the arrows to be released.
Countless ambushes quickly rose from the darkness, lit rockets, and fired thousands of arrows.
In an instant, dense flaming arrows seemed to ignite the night sky.
…
Many generals of the Zhenbei Army quickly drove their horses around Yan Dong, and their shields moved slightly to protect him in the center.
These ambush soldiers are obviously extremely elite and terrifying beings.
The leader of the team suddenly died suddenly.
The deputy leader immediately took over the power and continued to command, and the whole army did not waver or hesitate at all.
...a terrifying war machine.
Compared with them, the previous warriors from the Corpse Immortal Sect and other sects were just a bunch of rabble.
"This is a hilly plain, not a desert at the bottom of the valley. What defense is there?!"
"... Charge directly to me! Chop them into pieces!"
Yan Dong ordered loudly.
Cheng Huanian understood immediately and led Qingqi to attack quickly.
"There is kerosene under the stone monument, so don't let those arrows get lost here."
Yan Dong drove his horse forward and said calmly.
If a large amount of kerosene accumulates and is ignited by a rocket, the consequences will be disastrous.
And Yan Dong can actually say it so calmly...
The densely packed rockets in the sky have never been so terrifying as this moment.
But soon...
The generals of the Zhenbei Army understood why the king could speak so calmly.
There are countless rockets in the sky.
But no one can get within a hundred steps of the stone monument.
Yan Dong drove his horse forward alone. The pressure of his spiritual consciousness and his inner aura were like a physical force field at this moment, covering the entire Dragon Slaying Tomb.
Once the rocket enters this force field, it falls vertically to the ground like a bird with broken wings.
Cheng Hua wanted to lead the way.
He led the "White Horse Yi Cong" in a cavalry and archery charge. The force was like thunder and the attack was like blazing fire. In an instant, they rushed into the bushes where the ambush was.
In an instant, countless heads were rolling to the ground.