You Wuming arranged things one by one, and then led the vanguard, speeding up and going straight to Yumen Pass.
The western part of Youzhou is full of lofty mountains.
Han Shaoling wanted to start the battle head-on, but he had only two options, one was to go through Sangzhou, and the other was to attack Yumen Pass.
So he came.
It has the heroic spirit of a male beast when it seizes a spouse.
"Can you not fight?" Sang Yuanyuan was worried, "Jiang Yanji is the cheap one."
You Wuming: "... What you said makes sense. But Han Shaoling wants to die, and you can't blame me."
"And Xiao Sangguo," he replied and said lowly, "He has been attacking for three days. My people must be red-eyed. Only blood can extinguish the fire... such a fire, if it is Keep it, it will eat the lord."
Sang understood it from afar.
This is how war is. Once this terrifying machine is running, it is impossible to stop easily.
In Guanzhong fighting for life and death, if the reinforcements that are finally hoped for do not participate in the war, but instead shook hands with the enemy to make peace with the enemy, it would be really chilling.
Therefore, the war can only be stopped by war. Only by defeating the enemy with the fastest speed and the most thunderous means can we gather people's hearts and boost morale.
This is not an idealized fairy tale world. War is not about a woman running between the two armies and shouting to stop, it will stop.
In this battle, the faster the victory, the smaller the loss, and the lower the casualties!
A towering pass is already in sight.
Across the entire plain, Sang Yuanyuan had already heard the cheers of the guards at Yumen Pass.
The reinforcements I have been waiting for for a few days have finally arrived!
It is their king who is here!
You Wuming's breathing nearly doubled. The heartbeat is extremely slow and heavy. Sang didn't have to look back, and knew that he must have pressed down his beautiful eyebrows and pursed his thin lips, with a sneer floating in his composure.
The black sword pressed low on his side, and began to run short-lived.
The army behind them gradually ran into a triangular shape, and You Wuming was their sharp angle, leading them to break through all enemies that dared to block the way.
The black iron gate was opened, You Wuming went straight through the northeast gate, led the army through the barrier, and smashed out from the southwest gate!
The walls have long been stained with war and blood.
The defenders were exhausted, but their eyes were bright, and they stared at their king excitedly, roaring and cheering from their throats.
The drums of war rang.
You Wuming rode Juechen and rushed out of the giant gate.
The sky is full of arrows.
There was a rain of arrows spreading down the city wall, and there were also Hanzhou troops neatly shooting at each other like locusts.
From time to time, I heard the whistling of the wind, that is, the catapult blasted the whole piece of black iron ore towards the enemy's camp.
You Wuming led the army out, the city wall stopped shooting arrows, and the Hanzhou army also set up a cavalry formation.
Two torrents of steel collided!
The two armies that had only joined forces against the Underworld at the Great Wall not long ago showed their fangs and claws to each other mercilessly.
In the chaos army, the two kings locked each other instantly.
On the battlefield, his breathing became extremely difficult, and the surrounding people shouted and shook the sky.
Everything has become slow motion, but the speed at which people fall and die is faster than ever.
Sang saw Han Shaoling at a glance.
Today he is wearing silver armor, a golden cloak flying behind him, brows and red lips, like a god of war.
His gaze fell on Sang Yuan Yuan and he stopped.
At this moment, the series of shadows in Han Shaoling's heart were finally completely united. It's all her, and every silhouette is her.
If he can snatch her from You Wuming today, then he is sure that he can completely occupy and conquer this woman.
Han Shaoling smiled and raised his silver halberd.
The halberd slowly drew half a circle in front of him, and Sang was surprised to find that Han Shaoling had advanced!
He was originally a powerhouse of the Eighth Heaven in the Lingming Realm, but at this moment, nearly five feet long of Lingyun flames burst out of the halberd. He has clearly stepped into the Lingyao Realm, and really has the power to fight You Wuming. .
Sang Yuan's heart sank slightly.
If it was normal, no matter how advanced he was, he would not have been able to fight You Wuming, but at this moment You Wuming was seriously injured, and he would definitely not be able to exert his normal strength.
As soon as his thoughts turned, he saw the Wuming Black Knife exploding more than ten feet of green wood spirit!
He... also stronger than before!
Short-lived slightly lowered his body, and almost turned into a flash of lightning.
Dare to obstruct everything on the way, and was completely smoothed out in an instant.
With the effort of two breathing, the two kings each crossed half of the battlefield, carrying a mighty force, and collided.
One hit determines the outcome.
Han Shaoling, broken halberd.
Rotating the hoof for a short life, turning around, ran to the enemy king who was spraying blood again, and cut him under the hoof when he saw it!
Fortunately, Han Shaoling's guards reacted swiftly. The moment the halberd landed, they rushed forward, robbed Han Shaoling, and hurriedly retreated.
The faint laughter overwhelmed the roar on the battlefield.
"Kill!" His voice was not loud, but he ignited all the You Army in an instant.
"Kill!" "Kill!"
Shout to kill the sky.
The Hanzhou army was defeated, barely supported for more than ten miles, completely collapsed, and fled back to the Han border Guanzhong in embarrassment.
A rain of arrows blocked Youzhou's pursuit.
The You Army was stationed under the Hanzhou Pass, sarcasm and contempt at the enemy.
You Wuming let them make trouble.
After a long time of trouble, seeing that Han Shaoling had no intention of fighting anymore, he lazily retreated and returned to the camp.
This time, You Wuming was postponed and hung slowly at the back of the army.
"Little Sangguo," he put his forehead against the back of her head, his voice was low and dumb, "I can't hide from you."
Fighting with Han Shaoling with all his strength, he was also hit hard.
There was nowhere to put the blood that couldn't be swallowed. He grabbed her cloak and wiped off the blood stains on his mouth. Naturally, I can't hide it from her.
If not, he will pretend to be nonchalant.
"This kid is a good fate," he sighed faintly, "I'm afraid it's not a terrible medicine to even advance to the third rank. As long as he is one rank lower, he is already a corpse. Tsk, it's a pity."
Sang far away counted with his fingers.
Tier 3, then Han Shaoling is now the second heaven in the Lingyao realm.
The male protagonist is really different. When he is stimulated, he can start and hang up immediately.
She silently felt the cultivation base of her pitiful Spiritual Hidden Realm Triple Heaven, and sighed.
After this battle, Sang Yuanyuan clearly realized how amazing the strength of the villain's Great Demon King is.
She turned around and gently embraced him.
"Go home and recuperate. Don't leave the bed until the injury is complete."
You Wuming raised an eyebrow and grinned: "Little Sangguo, what are you suggesting. With you with me, I am willing to not get out of bed and die on it."
She said: "Your two veteran doctors will be happy to stay with you."
Halfway through, news flew in one by one.
As expected, Tiandu sent a message, summoning the kings of the states to punish rebellion and deathlessness!
Along with the message, the three envoys used special methods to send back the spiritual pictures of Tiandu before their deaths to prove that You Wuming was really betrayed-Tiandu's conquest of the state and country must be confirmed.
As soon as the news came out, Youzhou immediately became anxious on multiple lines.
The four states of Pingzhou in the Northwest, Zhangzhou in the northeast, and Zhaozhou, Qijiang and Qijiang forces in the southeast sent troops to the border of Youzhou at the same time. Although Jizhou in the east of the east did not do anything, it also hoarded its military horses on the border.
There are two states of Han and Sang to the west. Han Shaoling had just been seriously injured. Although he had also transferred his troops, he couldn't make waves for a while.
At first sight, only the southwest frontier bordering Sangzhou was considered safe for the time being.
You Wuming casually listened to the various military affairs, gently stroked Sang Yuan's hair, and said, "Little Sangguo, who are we going to kill next?"
"Your injury..."
You Wuming said: "A Gu's strength does not lose to Han Shaoling, just let him go. Xiao Sangguo, look at you, how bad your vision was before!"
The strong in this world can be one enemy ten thousand.
The two armies are facing each other. If the main general is cut, it is very likely that the opponent's cutting-edge power will be rushed into a disc of sand in a short period of time, just like the thunderous battle at Yumen Pass.
So a good general, coupled with a normal-level military division, can control most of the battle.
Sang Yuanyuan pondered for a moment, healed his thoughts, and said, "According to the information provided just now, Northwest Pingzhou and Northeast Zhangzhou are the states that are most anxious to send troops. The food and grass supplies have not been able to keep up. The two armies are still colliding outside the barrier. Together, they are constrained by each other. It stands to reason that they were caught off guard at this moment."
"In the southeast, Jiang, Zhao, Zhou, and the four-state coalition forces are coming aggressively, fighting steadily, preparing to stock up on the border of Jiang's second state, and advancing slowly, it will be a protracted tug of war."
"In the east of Jizhou, the soldiers are hoarding at the border, but the king of Jizhou has gone to the capital in person to intercede for you."
She looked back at him.
You Wuming raised his eyebrows lightly, and said: "Little Sangguo only listened to it once, and he remembered so much."
Sang Yuan raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "More than remember."
"Oh?"
She raised her small chin proudly: "Ping and Zhang are adjacent to Mingyuan. They used to be sheltered by you. Even if they wanted to be ungrateful, they would never really dare to fight because of the Mingyuan behind them. This is for acting. See it all!"
You Wuming's long eyes narrowed slightly.
Sang Yuanyuan continued: "Jiang, Zhao, Zhou, and the four-state coalition forces seem to be fierce and crowded. In fact, the strength of the four states is worse than each. A group of goats can not become a tiger. They are just walking around the border. Look, it won't be a climate."
You Wuming pressed his lips.
"And Jizhou in the east, huh," she curled her lips. "The king of Jizhou pretends to intercede with you until the day, but the frontier army is not at all lazy, and can start attacking you with just one order. Ferry, this is the real confidant!"
The red lips lightly touched: "If I was not mistaken, the Youren at Youdukou at this moment will definitely be unprepared. Maybe he will be called brothers and sisters with the Jizhou Army who is hoarding outside."
A dignified strand of dignity floated clearly in the Wuming's black eyes.
"Little Sangguo, you are such a genius."
Sang Yuan showed an elegant and humble smile.
She would not tell him that she had already watched the spoilers of the battle for the destruction of Youzhou.
After You Wuming died in Tiandu, Youzhou quickly fell across the territory, and everyone was reduced to prisoner-of-war slaves, and ended up in the same fate as Sangzhou.
In Sang Yuan's heart, Youzhou and Sangzhou are really hard brothers.
"Then kill Ji Lechi." You Wuming made a final decision.
The prince of Jizhou went to heaven to plead for You Wuming, and now the leader of the army is the son of Jizhou prince, Ji Lechi.
A strong man in the Five Heavens in the Spiritual Realm.
Sang Yuanyuan smiled mysteriously: "It just so happens that the father is about to reach the end of the sky, not like us..."
Soon, Wang Ling passed on.
After talking about the border war, the two of them were like cicadas on a tree that suddenly stopped calling, and the atmosphere instantly fell into stagnation.
After deciding on the plan the night before, You Wuming generously sent the rebellious and forged documents to Sangzhou, and asked the king of Sangzhou to act according to his plan.
If the king of Sangzhou got upset and quietly handed the evidence to the emperor's desk, it would be a great accomplishment, and after the extinction, the greatest benefit would be obtained.
It is actually quite normal for the royal family to sacrifice their children for the great cause.
Sang is far from being able to protect others.
After a while, she broke the dullness: "If the father pits you, then I can only do my best to compensate and live and die with you, how about?"
You Wuming smiled and did not answer.
Sang glanced at his expression from a distance, and knew that this man had his own plan in his heart.
Soon, the army returned to Youdu.
The king triumphed, and the dull atmosphere seemed to throw a string of firecrackers.
Above a heavy cloud, there was little jumping of joy.
After entering the royal city, You Wuming waved back to the left and right, and quietly left the palace through the side door.
Sang Yuanyuan: "?"
"Buy things," he said mysteriously.
Sang Yuan's face flushed.
When he arrived at the shop with the'white' pattern on the lower right of the plaque, You Wuming pulled up the mask to cover the faces of the two of them, and stepped in.
"Fetch the best hibiscus fat," he said politely, "My army, money is not a problem here."
Sang Yuanyuan felt that he was hiding his ears and stealing the bell, because the lord's armor was so easy to recognize. Returning the army master is really a ghost animal who is powerless to complain.
The guys in the shop are shaking their legs.
The hibiscus fat was packed in a small jade box, a cold box, held in the hand but like a soldering iron, it was so red that Sang's face was red and his ears were red.
When she returned to the palace, her legs were also a little trembling.
Although You Wuming was wounded, this man seemed to be unaware of the pain. As long as he didn't fall, he could be like a okay person.
He clenched her wrist, strode towards the palace with the meteor, and couldn't wait to swallow her into his abdomen.
She was forced to trot.
Unexpectedly, You Wuming fell down as soon as he entered the palace.
Sang Yuan’s eyesight was quick, and he hurried to ask him. Unexpectedly, the man was so heavy that he fell to the ground with her, and completely suppressed her.
Fortunately, she was wearing a battle armor and didn't tell him to hold his breath.
After fluttering for a long time, she finally got out from under his arm. She quietly called Xiao Wu Xiao Liu, helped You Wuming back on the sapphire bed, and removed the heavy armor.
As soon as the armor was removed, he immediately found that the arrow wound in his heart had burst, and layers of blood had congealed in his clothes, forming a thick layer of scab.
Sleeping Beauty fell into deep sleep again.
He didn't say hello either, and Sang was far from sure if he was going to heal himself again.
The two white-haired healers were called over, so they were busy, cleaned his wound several times, applied the wound medicine, and ordered Sang to take good care of him from afar, not to allow him to get out of bed, and not to be violent. sports.
Sang Yuan feels guilty inexplicably.
…
The night slowly occupied the large black wood carved window.
Sang kept a few fireflies in the distance, put down the dark blue curtain, and there was only a dim light between the beds.
This kind of ghostly environment seemed particularly suitable for You Wuming.
Looking at him in this way, it was more like a perfect immobile Yama.
Even if you close your eyes, you can still see that this person is not easy to mess with. She couldn't help but leaned on the edge of the jade pillow, stretched out her finger, and traced the outline of his eyebrows.
As he did to her.
He was born so pleasing to the eye. Sang could not help but think about it, if the strength of the two is reversed, she can raise him as a white face! Raise for a long time!
Staring at him for a long time, seeing that he really didn't mean to wake up at all, she leaned down softly, turned sideways, half-squinted, her eyes fell on his chest, watching the beautiful lines slowly rise and fall. .
She didn't know how to guard the night watch, she probably just watched, don't tell him to die, right
I looked at him blankly for a while, and suddenly heard a clear voice from the corner—
"Tuk."
Sang was taken aback.
Looking out through the dark blue curtain, the whole palace is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, making people scalp numb.
You Wuming didn't feel this way when he was awake, because he himself was the head of the Netherworld. With him, all the ghosts would make a detour.
But at the moment he was sleeping deeply.
Sang took a long inhalation and decided to confirm it, so as not to frighten himself without suspicion.
She lifted the tent and got down on the bed, drew up her shoes, took a candlelight, picked up her beautiful crystal jade sword, and walked in the direction where the sound came from.
"Tuk."
The voice came more clearly.
A black gauze screen stood in the corner.
Sang Yuan's heart beat faster. She has the illusion of exploring in ghost movies.
"Otherwise, forget it." She settled, adjusted her clothes, and walked back.
"Tuk, tuk."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." There is an swear word that I don't know should be said improperly.
Intuition tells her that if she goes back like this, this damn voice will be with her all night.
It should be something like a mouse.
It seemed a bit too much to call in the shadow guard to catch the mouse. Call the waitress in? Forget it, it is really wicked to let the girls work overtime in this haunted house in the middle of the night.
On the utterly Wuming site, there is no need to consider the issue of personal safety. Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself that he was frightened at most, anyway, he had to guard him tonight, and it would be better to scare him away from sleep.
She took a breath and walked around behind the screen.
I saw a black wooden box placed upright on the ground, half-person tall, square, exquisite materials, and exquisite workmanship.
"Tuk Tuk."
The sound came from the box.
"Did you figure it out?" Sang Yuan asked calmly.
"Tuk Tuk."
"In no mood?"
"Tuk Tuk."
Sang Yuan nodded and thought to himself, it seems that it is not something that can understand people. The eight achievements are rats or cockroaches.
She stretched out her hand and touched the edge of the black wooden box.
What people fear most is always the unknown. Knowing that the sound was coming from the box, Sang Yuan was not so afraid.
Looking at this size, there is no way to hide zombies.
She opened the lid of the box with the tip of the sword and squinted into it.
"Look!... Fuck!"
Seeing what was in front of her, Peerless Beauty decisively exploded with a swear word.
It was Jiang Jinpeng who looked right at her.
In the imperial palace that day, Jiang Jinpeng was slapped with a palm by You Wuming, who lost most of his body.
At this moment, he was like a wood carving of a half-length body, placed upright in this luxurious black wooden box, He Sang stared far and wide.
He is not dead yet!
A muddy single eye was filled with blood and turned red, his expression distorted in fear, and his body was still made of wood. I don't know what kind of poisonous hand is under You Wuming, who can turn a living person into this way, and has not been breathless for a few days.
Sang Yuanyuan felt sympathy for him for a while. He was forgotten here by You Wuming, right? ! Gee.
"Otherwise, I'll give you a good time? You blink if you agree."
Jiang Jinpeng blinked like crazy.
Sang hesitated for a moment, raised the sword and pierced the center of his eyebrows.
This guy wanted her life in the first place, but now that he has been tortured for so long and he has been punished enough, it is a good destiny for her to kill him personally. Sang Yuan thought so.
Jiang Jinpeng's single eye lost its luster.
The crystal jade sword was not stained with blood.
She closed the lid and sighed.
I didn't expect that it was not a cockroach or a mouse, but a half-lived person.
But now that he has become a dead person, he should no longer make a noise to make You Wuming rest.
Sang Yuanyuan put the crystal jade sword on the long case and turned back to see You Wuming.
"Tuk tuk tuk tuk."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
No, this time, it was a bit scary.
She watched Jiang Jinpeng die, too much to die.
Na Duyin became even more anxious, and the sound urged his life.
Sang angered it far away.
"Hey, I want to see what it is!"
She put the firefly candle aside, covered her eyes with one hand, looked out from the gap between her fingers, the other held the sword, and once again opened the black wooden box.
Jiang Jinpeng has fallen down crookedly. Behind his body, there is a puppet sitting upright, with his back facing Sang Yuan.
If Jiang Jinpeng doesn't fall, then he and this puppet are back to back. His body just blocked the puppet. At this moment, he fell and the puppet was exposed.
Sang held his breath far, manipulating his fingers and looking up and down.
The sound of "tuk tuk" was posted by this puppet.
Sang went to the side to look far and found the mystery.
It turned out that a long string of amber rosary was hung around the doll's neck. The doll was sitting with her chest in her chest. The rosary swayed back and forth, knocking on the wall of the box, making a sound.
It should be that Jiang Jinpeng moved the puppet just when he fell.
Sang exhaled far away, no longer half covering his eyes.
She sticks out the tip of the sword to stop the rosary from swinging.
The world is quiet.
Sang retracted the sword far away, and was about to press the lid of the box, when he saw the puppet leaning back straight.
She was taken aback, and she caught a glimpse of the puppet's face among the sparks.
The evil spirit is glamorous, with a malicious smile on the corners of his lips. Is a male puppet. How old it looks.
When it was about to look intently, it fell straight into the shadows.
If Sang wants to take a closer look from a distance, he has to walk to the top of the cage and look straight.
The dark blue palace is full of ghosts, and the candle light does not enter the bottom of the box...
She replenished the picture, Ji Lingling shuddered, gave up the idea decisively, and slapped the lid of the box with a sword.
Just solve the annoying sound.
She has no interest in the quirks of You Wuming.
In case you accidentally discover something you shouldn’t have discovered...
Several green vines hung outside the carved wooden window. Sang Yuan's ears moved, and he heard the short-lived digging his hooves in his den with anxiety.
"Do dogs suffer from insomnia? Short-lived, sleep with eyes closed!" She yelled softly at Qingteng.
Short-lived is still planning.
She returned to the bed and tested the temperature of the faint life with her hands.
He didn't have a fever.
Sang Yuan could not help but sighed again after watching the sleeping face of the madman silently for a while.
If this person hadn't been such a lunatic, I'm afraid the lady chasing him could circle the cloud realm three times.
It's like now, people in their twenties, and I haven't even touched a woman.
Just as she was thinking about getting absorbed, she suddenly had a strange instinct that made her turn her head. After seeing the black gauze screen in the corner of the temple, the wide open lid can be vaguely seen.
Sang Yuanyuan: "e..." He clearly remembered that he closed the lid just now.
Is it right? It must go together.
She persuaded for a second, and decisively crawled over You Wuming, leaning on the side of the bed.
Let this evil star stay.
Within a few seconds, she felt something wrong again.
Above the curtain behind him, there seems to be something...
She took a deep breath and turned her head slowly.
When Yu Guang glanced at a dark shadow, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Little Sangguo, this is how you take care of patients? Huh?"
His voice lacked enough air, but his tone was brutal and domineering.
You Wuming woke up!
At this moment, Sang suddenly swelled like a ball full of courage.
She suddenly raised her head and stared at the top of the tent, and found that there was nothing on it.
She looked at the black gauze screen again, and faintly saw the outline of a well-fitted cage.
"You Wuming..." She squashed her mouth and looked at him, "Are there ghosts in your temple?"
He stared at her like a ghost, for a long while, and said quietly: "If you look at me to death, there will be one."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She stared at the freshly awakened patient.
"Next time you proclaim your mind, can you let me know?"
"Good." His complexion looked bad, probably because of the light.
She hesitated for a moment, and still spoke: "Just now, I found Jiang Jinpeng by accident."
You Wuming narrowed his narrow eyes halfway, and said lazily, "Hmm. Are you dead?"
"I didn't know if it was considered dead, but after I saw it, I died." Sang Yuan couldn't help but vomit in his heart. Is this Schrödinger's Jiang Jinpeng
He smiled softly: "You saw it to death?"
She didn't answer, and looked at him with her chin, looking left and right.
He closed his eyes and squeezed her eyes with his big hands: "Can you see anything else?"
"A beautiful puppet." Sang Yuan said, "With a string of amber beads. I only saw that. If you can't ask, then don't say it. Anyway, I don't know anything."
You Wuming: "..."
He moved his eyelids and stared at her amusedly.
"Little Sangguo, are you thinking about something weird again?"
He stretched out his hand and pulled her to lie down beside him, his big cold hand pressed heavily on her side face.
He tilted half of his body, stared into her eyes, and said solemnly: "Don't guess, it's a weapon."
"Ah, weapons?" She nodded blankly, "Oh!"
A weird smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "This is my secret, the secret that only you know. If you dare to say it, you are dead."
"Uh-huh!"
He squinted his eyes: "Little Sangguo, I think you are perfunctory."
She leaped forward and kissed his displeased mouth.
She has been able to sell her hue or something.
After a few more kisses, there is really a sense of belonging. She felt that there was only this person in front of her who could make her kiss directly. Even if he is sick. Still very sick.
Dear, kiss, get used to it.
Breathing sharply, You Wuming grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.
He panted, and forced his cough down, making his cheeks flush.
After a long while, he said badly: "Do you want to use hibiscus fat now!"
His eyes slanted, his eyesight was dangerous.
Sang Yuanyuan made up for the way he was vomiting blood while leaning on her, his mouth twitched, he quickly retracted into the bedding, and said with a polite smile: "Sleep."
Since he woke up, the gloomy atmosphere in this temple has disappeared, and the deep blue color only feels heavy vicissitudes. Not even short-lived planing anymore.
It's a magical sense of security.