Chapter 39: Buried One Hundred Thousand Northern Desert Cavalry
The surging luck gradually affects the general trend of the world.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heaven and earth shook one after another.
Just as you can see, Wu Zhan's luck is flowing across the sky and straight into the stars.
The Ziwei Emperor Star appeared again, and the purple light shrouded the surrounding areas, once overshadowing the brilliance of the sun.
The purple energy came three thousand miles from the east, and bathing in the boundless purple energy, Wu Zhan felt that the mark of the Emperor of Heaven between his eyebrows became extremely hot.
stare!
The Heavenly Emperor's seal suddenly opened, and a terrifying golden light penetrated thousands of miles of void in an instant.
The terrifying pressure, like a mountain, rolled over the entire Daxia Dynasty.
clang!
The sound of heaven suddenly rises.
The power of the golden beads in Wu Zhan's body was already overflowing, and soon after, Wu Zhan's level began to rise crazily.
The seventh level of Shengxuan Realm, the eighth level of Shengxuan Realm, the ninth level of Shengxuan Realm...
Until the first level of the Death Mysterious Realm!
"How can it be?"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Youdao couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Just taking a glance at the sky above, where the human king's sword merged into one, fighting like an ancient heavenly emperor, he felt as if his eyes were pierced by needles, and blood was already overflowing before he knew it.
"No, only my king is qualified to possess the Human King Sword."
"You do not deserve!"
Sangkun's eyes were bleeding, and he stared at Wu Zhan, letting out an unwilling roar.
"Ah."
Wu Zhan smiled coldly.
A sonorous sound!
The Human King Sword suddenly erupted with fiery sword light.
hold head high!
A dragon's roar echoed throughout the countryside.
The ten thousand-foot-long sword light instantly cut through the endless void.
Just hear a roar.
Sangkun's body was shattered into a bloody mist in the fierce sword light.
hiss!
Take a breath of cold air.
Zhang Youdao felt chills all over.
He could feel that the power of that sword light far exceeded the Wanshou realm.
Zhang Youdao did not dare to stay at all, and turned around to escape.
terrible.
At this time, the martial arts battle was blessed by the vast star power of the Ziwei Emperor Star, and the boundless luck of the Human King Sword, and the combat power had reached an appalling level.
Zhang Youdao didn't even have the courage to stay here for even one breath.
"Ah."
Looking at Zhang Youdao's escaping figure, Wu Zhan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of mockery.
In fact, martial arts only have the power of a sword.
Originally, if Zhang Youdao insisted on not leaving, Ran Min could only let Ran Min fight with him.
Now that he has taken the initiative to retreat, it is just right for Wu Zhan.
"Wu Zhan, you, don't mess around."
As Sang Kun died, Zhang Youdao ran away. Feeling Wu Zhan Balie's eyes turning to him, Tuoerhan was so horrified that he took a few steps back and his face turned pale.
"Jibei City is a place of residence that my father Wu Zhengping built for the people of the three northern regions."
"Jubeicheng is the place where my nine sworn sisters defended the Northern Desert with 3,000 remaining soldiers and 100,000 cavalry for three years."
"Today, I'm here. I will inherit my father's ambition. I will not only defend Jubei City for the people of the three northern roads, but I will also lead a large army into the Northern Desert Royal Court to avenge the slaughtered folks of the three northern roads!"
"Torhan, you sent troops to rebel against Beicheng and committed numerous blood debts. You should be punished for your crimes."
"Where is Ran Min?"
Wu Zhan stands across the sky, like a god, commanding the three northern roads with majesty, and every word is sonorous and powerful.
"Begging for a living! Begging for a living! Begging for a living!"
Before Ran Min could answer, he could hear the sound of begging for life filling the sky in Jubei City.
Each of the begging soldiers was covered with a layer of faint golden light.
Their strength skyrocketed at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, they transformed into demons in hell and viciously tore apart all the enemies in front of them.
In a short period of time, the Northern Desert Cavalry was torn apart by tens of thousands of people.
In Jubei City, warriors walked out from the common people one after another. They voluntarily joined the begging army, and were willing to fight for a bright future for Jubei City and the people of the three northern roads.
In the intricate alleyways, countless people either blocked their retreat, or threw kitchen knives, wooden sticks, etc., using their own methods to kill the Northern Desert Cavalry with all their strength.
Stimulated by the words of martial arts, they mustered up their courage, their blood was boiling, they were no longer afraid, and they vowed to use their own hands to avenge the dead!
Under the general trend, the Northern Desert Cavalry no longer lost its previous ferocious power. Looking at it, one hundred thousand Northern Desert Cavalry would be engulfed by the raging flames of revenge burning up and down the Jubei City.
"The end is here!"
At the same time, Ran Min bowed and listened to the order.
"kill him."
Wu Zhan pointed his finger at Tuoerhan, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"promise."
After Ran Min responded, he turned towards Tuoerhan, step by step.
Every step seemed to oppress Torhan's nerves. His face became increasingly pale, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously.
They are both at the first level of Longevity Realm.
Under the pressure of Ran Min's momentum, it seemed extremely difficult for him to even breathe.
"halberd!"
A loud drink.
The Heavenly King's Hook Halberd turned into thousands of feet of blood light, shattering the endless sky in his breath.
Like a cold blade of light, it mercilessly penetrated Torhan's chest.
There was a pop.
He fell heavily to the ground.
On Tuoerhan's chest, blood surged like a fountain, which was shocking.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
He struggled to move his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
"die!"
Ran Min drove the Zhulong horse, like a ball of blazing fire, carrying a terrifying evil spirit, and came to Tuoerhan.
The double-edged bloodthirsty spear swung fiercely.
boom!
Torhan's head fell to the ground!
"My lord, Torhan is dead."
Carrying Tuoer's bloody head, Ran Min came to Wu Zhan and respectfully handed over his orders.
"Hang Turhan's head on the top of Jubei City."
Standing with his hands behind his back, Wu Zhan looked into the distance.
This move is a warning to the Northern Desert Royal Court by Wu Zhan, and it is also a kind of deterrence.
"promise!"
Ran Min responded and left.
Later, when Ran Min personally joined the fighting in Jubei City, the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry was defeated like a mountain, and the begging army was overwhelming. With tacit cooperation with the warriors and people in the city, it took several days to finally defeat 100,000 Northern Desert soldiers.
The cavalry were all buried in Jubei City.
...
Dayan Dynasty.
Yandu, the main hall of the royal palace.
King Yan was dressed in a dragon robe, with majestic eyes, looking down at the civil and military officials.
"Xuan, Zhang Yi!"
Beside King Yan, an eunuch suddenly shouted loudly.
Tread! Tread! Tread!
The sound of heavy footsteps was transmitted into the palace hall.
As soon as he caught his eye, he was wearing a green shirt and striding into the main hall with his head held high.
As he walked, he had long hair and no wind, and his gentle and jade-like face was filled with a confident smile.
"Zhang Yi met King Yan."
Bow slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"presumptuous!"
"Zhang Yi, how dare you not kneel before the king!"
"I ask your Majesty to punish Zhang Yi for the crime of disrespect."
Among the ministers, a majestic general pointed his finger at Zhang Yi and shouted angrily.
Immediately, he knelt down on one knee again and asked King Yan to punish Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi glanced at the general, chuckled and shook his head, not taking it seriously.