After listening to the story of Xiao Xuangan and Murong Bai, Li Xin'an nodded after realizing it:
"I really blame Zhou Bian for his mistake."
But soon, a smile appeared on his face: "I knew that Zhou Bian would not betray the Tang Dynasty!"
Murong Bai's eyes drooped and said softly:
"But he eventually killed Tangren, the means...the cost is too high..."
Li Xin'an pursed his lips tightly. Indeed, Zhou Bian's methods were really unacceptable. No one could think that nothing happened, even a few of them could not do it.
After this battle, Zhou Bian could no longer appear.
...
The smoke and dust dissipated and corpses were everywhere.
A Baoji was half-kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, his eye socket became a dark hole, his eyes disappeared, his left shoulder drooped softly, and a hideous white bone was exposed on his shoulder.
Pei Min held the "Ao Jiu" sword and stood indifferently in front of him, slowly approaching him.
"Is this... the Tang Dynasty Sword Saint..."
A Baoji smiled desperately and bitterly, and he was now full of regret.
I regret that I should have killed Zhou Bian directly, not brought back; I regret that I should not have been angry with Zhou Bian just now, and that I should have called Ashina Chongguang back quickly; I regret that the moment I saw Pei Min, I should have fled, instead of Yelang being arrogant and wanting to compete with him.
That is the second most important sword saint in the Tang Dynasty in the world. His sword intent has never been better than his predecessor in ancient times. How could he be his opponent when he returns to Yuan Realm?
But after only a dozen moves, I was about to die.
A Baoji closed his eyes unwillingly, waiting for his death.
A familiar voice suddenly exploded in the distance:
"A Baoji, run away quickly!"
"Yalu Zong?"
A Baoji opened his eyes in surprise and looked in the direction where the sound came. Sure enough, he saw that Yelu Zong was coming quickly towards him.
Pei Min's eyes became a little heavier, and he looked at the Yelu Sect in the distance and said to himself:
"There is an interesting high priest from Guizhen Realm. I think it is the Yelu Sect, the leader of the eight high priests of the Witch God Cult in the rumor."
Seeing that Pei Min's attention was completely attracted by Yelu Zong, Abaoji gritted his teeth, endured the pain, stood up, and stumbled towards the crowd.
Pei Min discovered Abaoji who had escaped, but now with Yelu Sect, he was also disdainful to chase Abaoji who had become a useless person.
In the distance, Yelu Hailan on the phoenix car said gritting her teeth:
"The army is pressing down, and we must kill all these Tang people within half an hour! If we kill them, we will have land, food, and countless slaves and women!"
The Khitan army, who had already been hungry in their stomachs, immediately became excited and led several generals to launch a collective campaign towards the Tang army.
At this point, all 200,000 Khitan troops were put into the battlefield.
Bai Wenxi, who was in charge of the Tang army's rear camp, saw the dust rolling in front of him. He knew that Yelu Hailan had gone crazy and sent everyone to the battlefield. He immediately ordered:
"The Khitans have all gone to the battlefield. You guys, the day of the decisive battle has arrived, and the safety of Fengzhou and even the Tang Dynasty is all about us. If we fight against the enemy, we will be granted a marquis and generals, and we will be promoted to a higher position. If we return home in glory, we will be wrapped in horses and corpses, and we will be famous in history and will be remembered forever!"
"Start by yourself, the Tang army, the whole army attacks!"
Under Bai Wenxi's leadership, the only 20,000 Tang troops left took decisive steps and launched a fierce attack on the Khitans who were ten times more powerful than them.
Yelu Hailan sat on the chair with a tired look on her face, rubbing the corners of her eyes, and sighed heavily:
"Now...how many more people will die..."
These 200,000 Khitan soldiers were all loyal to her confidant team. Yelu Hailan would have no foundation to seize the position and compete with the Khitan royal court in the future. The only one she could rely on was this 200,000 army.
Therefore, she couldn't bear to die from her own people, especially meaningless death.
The reason why Yelu Hailan tried his best to let the three Yelu clans play the Witch God's song was to minimize casualties among Khitan soldiers, and at the same time, she could turn the unconscious Tang army into her own use and kill two birds with one stone.
But now, Asuna Chongguang is dead, Abao's fuselage is seriously injured, and he is like a useless person. The only Yelu Zong who still has the power to fight, how long can he last in front of Pei Min?
Yelu Hailan's last hysterical approach was to suppress the entire army.
If the enemy cannot be defeated in a battle, then the Khitan soldiers who had been hungry for two or three days and had just experienced a bloody battle would not take into account the so-called master-servant relationship.
Even if Yelu Hailan is the ninth princess of the Khitan and the master of all the wolf slaves, she will be torn apart mercilessly by the mutiny soldiers.
Yelu Hailan knew her fate very well, so she had to take a gamble. Even if she paid a heavy price, she had to chew off Bai Wenxi's hard-to-chew flesh first!
Of course, Yelu Hailan was not worried that she would fail. Even though the two high priests of the Witch God Cult were killed and injured, she still believed that she had an absolute chance of winning.
"So what about Pei Min?" Yelu Hailan sneered, "Two hundred thousand people, one spit can drown you. I want to see what methods do you, the sword saint of the Tang Dynasty, have to reverse the situation!"
...
Yelu Zong fell ten feet in front of Pei Min. Beside the two, the Khitan army rode past, but no one came to disturb the decisive battle between them.
"Your Excellency, is it Yelu Zong?"
Yelu Zong nodded slightly: "I have met Master Sword Saint."
"On the grassland, a master who has not returned to the realm has appeared for hundreds of years. You are the first person in hundreds of years." Pei Min said, "Although I and Khitan are enemies, I can't bear to die here for the martial arts of the world."
"I advise you to take the Khitan wolf lord and retreat quickly."
Yelu Zong smiled: "Sword Saint, there is no need to say much. My Khitan victory is in sight, and I will definitely not withdraw my troops."
"You won for a moment, but you can't win for a lifetime." Pei Min said earnestly, "The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is not something you can shake."
Yelu Zong suddenly said without a trace: "I am very interested in the culture of the Tang Dynasty. When I was young, I always pestered merchants traveling from the tribe to tell me what he saw and heard in the Tang Dynasty."
"One of my favorite stories is that Gonggong pirated Buzhou Mountain."
Pei Min frowned. Although he didn't understand what Yelu Zong meant, he continued to listen.
"The water god Gong Gong was defeated in the struggle of the fire god Zhuanxu. He was angry and touched the mountain of Buzhou. The pillar of heaven was broken and the earth was closed. The sky was tilted northwest, so the sun, moon and stars moved. The earth was not satisfied with the southeast, so the water was slumped and the dust returned. The world was in chaos, the people were living in poverty, and demons were everywhere."
"If the Tang Dynasty is the world in the story, does Lord Sword Saint think that our Khitan is Gonggong?"
Yelu Zong smiled and said, "No, we are demons waiting for an opportunity to change the dynasty."
"There is another person in the true Gonggong."
Pei Min said in a deep voice: "An Lushan..."
"It seems that everyone knows that An Lushan is going to rebel, oh, except for you who are the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty." Yelu Zong said disdainfully, "Since ancient times, those who have good thrones are here, Li Longji has grown old, and the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is just a superficial image. Just wait for An Lushan to break Buzhou Mountain, that is when my Khitan rises!"
"It's nonsense." Pei Min slowly raised his sword, "I won't have more verbal disputes with you. Since you are obsessed with it, it's fine, I will completely cut off the Khitan's martial fortune, so that the Khitan will no longer return to the realm after a hundred years!"
The sword starts, the momentum starts.
Yelu Zong took a deep breath, his eyes turned into a strange purple color, and he punched Pei Min.
The sword energy collided with the fist wind, and the sword energy spread out and the fist wind scattered, overturning all the cavalry running on both sides of the two, killing and injuring.
Pei Min's long sword pierced out like raindrops, forcing Yelu Zong to retreat repeatedly. At the same time, the celestial phenomena changed, and the originally clear afternoon gradually became gloomy.
In the distance, thunder rumbled.
It rained heavily and suddenly it was wet.
The two men who fought in the rain soon decided to win and lose - Pei Min was still the one standing, but there were many more damaged areas on his originally spotless armor.
Yelu Zong half-kneeled on the ground, his face pale, heavy rain hit his face, and the rain soaked into the wound, making it so painful.
At this point, all three high priests of the Witch God Cult were defeated.
Pei Min slowly stepped forward, trying to completely end the life of Yelu Sect, but the head of the high priest of the Witch God Sect suddenly took out a black ball and threw it hard on the ground.
In an instant, a yellow smoke floated out, accompanied by a pungent and spicy smell. Pei Min was not careful for a moment and inhaled most of the time, and immediately coughed and tears came from the corners of his eyes.
"What dirty tricks!"
Pei Min was furious and swung the smoke away, but the place where Yelu Sect was originally kneeling was now gone.
There was only a string of bloody footprints that extended all the way to the enemy's hinterland.
"This is... the Japanese method." Pei Min frowned, "How could Yelu Zong use Japanese things?"
He thought about it carefully and found that the only thing that could connect the Khitan and Japan was An Lushan, the governor of the Three Towns who had colluded with them.
...
Among the chaos, Bai Wenxi, the commander of the Western Route Army of the Tang Dynasty, who was leading the way, was soon injured and was supported by his confidant and retreated from the battlefield.
There were dozens of riders escorting him, but among them, they had a pair of restless cold eyes.
The owner of those eyes gradually approached Bai Wenxi, knowing that behind him was within reach.
No one doubted his abnormal movements, and in the eyes of others, this was just a very normal thing.
He poked his hand out and wanted to touch Bai Wenxi's body.
As long as he succeeds, he can use his internal force to break Bai Wenxi's heart and let him die without anyone knowing it.
A proud smile filled his face, and the next moment, his hand was firmly grasped by another pair of big hands.
"Witch God Cult High Priest, who are you?"
Hanyamuhe looked frightened and turned his head with difficulty. He saw a Tang army cavalry who was in the same outfit as him, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Hanya Muhe wanted to break free, but was grabbed by the man. Then he felt an internal force invading his body. Hanya Muhe hurriedly used his true energy to resist, but his true energy and the unknown internal force touched each other and disappeared strangely.
"Don't waste your energy." The man said, "Even if Mr. Pei Min is here, he can't solve my skills. Of course, I can't kill him."
"But, you, a person who has just been promoted to the first grade, is a different matter."
Hanyamuhe only felt that the strength in his whole body was gradually fading away, and replaced by bone-breaking coldness.
In horror, a decisive expression appeared on Hanyamuhe's face. He growled, tore his right hand apart, and then fell off his horse and fled in a panic to the distance.
Bai Wenxi looked back weakly at Hanyamuhe and said:
"Mr. Chi, catch up with him and don't let him run away."
Bai Wenxi's personal guard Chi Qianshu smiled and said, "Don't worry, he can't run away."
Chi Qianshu closed his eyes, muttering something in his mouth, his fingers continued to change, and he pinched out several magic tricks. In the distance, Hanya Muhe's body suddenly froze. The next moment, Chi Qianshu's internal force invading Hanya Muhe's body exploded, and Hanya Muhe's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he fell down shakingly.