"Wise and mighty? But it may not be -"
Jin Buhui shook his head disapprovingly: "If you are really wise and powerful, you shouldn't raise troops easily at this time! Your Majesty, he is old, and Zhu Xi is also a fool who only serves Confucian interests!"
Everyone present changed their colors slightly, as they had not expected that Jin Buhui would be so bold.
"Nonsense! Your Majesty has been in power for hundreds of years and has turned the tide and enabled our great merchants to revive. Who in the world is not grateful? Is that something you can discuss?"
"Your Majesty is a holy king who can see thousands of miles away -"
"Holy Lord?"
Jin Buhui smiled and looked at the numb-looking refugees outside the city: "It's not up to you to decide whether he is a holy king or not! Is this the work of a holy king in front of you? He can't wear warm clothes and can't eat enough. Could this be considered To rule the world?"
The young man in green clothes was still sneering, with amusement in his eyes: "So, in your eyes, Jin Buhui, our Majesty is a fatuous lord. And the Zongshou of the Daqian Army is the A truly wise and promising king?”
Jin Buhui was stunned and glanced at this person. However, there is also a hint of ridicule in the eyes, is it a trap? This is to risk his life without regrets!
If he answers, then no matter whether Emperor Yuanchen wins or loses this battle, Jin Buhui will not be able to survive.
Even the Confucian would not let him go.
But so what? What is he afraid of Jin Buhui
"Your Majesty may have been a real hero when he was young, but now he is old and comatose! Although the king of Daqian ruled a barbaric land, in ten years, the people became richer and richer. They did not pick up things on the road and did not close their houses at night. Although the land was expanded, Hundreds of millions of miles, but it does not harm people's livelihood. This is the true eternal hero, the holy king coming to this world!"
Everyone in the convoy roared with excitement.
"absurd!"
"A man who is ready to burn books, embarrass Confucianism, and destroy our Confucianism, in your eyes, is actually the eternal hero. Is the Holy King still alive?"
"If you are a Confucianist, where can I place Zhu Zi as the first sage?"
"This man previously wrote a letter to talk about the shortcomings of that family's tyranny and talent. At first, I thought he was a knowledgeable and honorable gentleman. But I didn't expect that this man and that sect guard are the same as each other!"
"This Jin Buhui is really crazy!"
"Behead him! This man must be executed in Ling Chi, so that we can see the truth!"
"No wonder Lord Zuo Xin made a public post a few days ago, asking him to be kicked out of the door. How can such a person be worthy of being included in my famous sect?"
"Famous religious sinner!"
"Zuo Xiantai really misjudged him back then!"
Jin Buhui was stunned, so Zuo Xin had already dismissed him from the family? Then he smiled to himself, wasn't this expected
"Hahaha! Zongshou, the king of Daqian, is the eternal hero?"
The green-shirted young man laughed loudly, with a look of pride in his eyes: "But the so-called British Lord in your mouth was actually fighting in southern Xinjiang right after the war. He spent hundreds of millions of money to build a wine pool in the south of Min River. . Searching for beautiful girls from all tribes, they filled the palace, and even built the wine pool and meat forest. It is said that there is endless pleasure every day. How dare a barbarian king dare to compare with the ancient holy lake? "
"Jiuchi Palace?"
Jin Buhui was at a loss for a while. With Zong Shou's temperament, he probably couldn't do it. But it is absolutely impossible, it is during the battle to determine the hegemony of the cloud world!
So, is this Zong Shou's trap? There is no way that guy would do such a boring thing.
Shocked in his heart, Jin Buhui wanted to get up, but was immediately restrained by the chains.
Only then did he realize that he was no longer the censor Zhongcheng who could write letters directly to Heaven.
Moreover, even if he submits a letter, it may take more than ten days before he can appear in front of the Emperor Shang's case.
Given Emperor Yuan Chen's temperament, he would probably ignore it.
"ridiculous!"
Jin Buhui laughed softly, but he seemed to be crying.
"I still said what I said, if Dashang wins this battle, then gouge out my Jin Buhui's eyes!"
The voice was shrill and shrill, and even the young man in green shirt named Yang was shocked.
Immediately, he shook his head slightly like everyone else. This person is indeed crazy—
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At dawn, Zong Shou woke up from his trance. The Divine Refining Sword was still suspended in front of him, but it didn't have the sharp and compelling killing intent of the past few days.
Not disappearing, but restrained. Instead, there is an energy that presses directly into the origin of human life, which is even more dangerous and difficult to measure.
In the end, it worked, and the killing sword intent was successfully transformed into a slaying one!
In this battle, several Zhijing restrained each other, and it is estimated that it would be difficult for them to intervene. It can only be won on the battlefield by relying on the strength and tactics of both sides.
If you want to express your murderous thoughts, you can only rely on your own swordsmanship.
It's a pity that this killing sword intention, although it has reached the late stage of the soul realm, cannot completely integrate the killing and killing sword into one.
What's even more pity is that the Divine Sword needs to be integrated into the sword formation, so most of the time it won't be usable. And the sword of the second soul, Xu Ling Yuan, has not been truly refined yet at Shen Yuexuan's place.
There was not enough time at this point, and it seemed that no further progress could be made, so that was all.
That's how things are in the world, it's never going to be perfect.
After putting away the Divine Sword, Zong Shou saw Kong Yao, wearing a suit of silver armor, standing quietly beside him, looking at him in a daze.
Zong Shou's eyes brightened slightly, and then he smiled: "What are you looking at? Are you obsessed with your husband?"
"So shameless!'
Kong Yao woke up and spat softly. Then he solemnly said: "Half an hour ago, the merchant army arrived outside the palace! The Emperor Yuan Chen was also among them."
Zong Shou had already sensed it, half an hour ago. This piece of heaven and earth has been completely blocked by a temporary spiritual formation, and a total of 19 holy realm experts have completely blocked this piece of void.
In terms of strength, the two sides are not far apart, and Da Gan can barely compete.
But when it comes to the Holy Realm, there is really a big difference between the Cangsheng Dao and the Sword Sect.
This was after each of the three religions had lost several holy realm combat powers and used the Thousand Miles Escape Technique.
If not, the power of these three religions would only be stronger.
This was also the reason why the great merchants and Confucian sects dared to travel all the way here to surround and kill his clan guards.
Since you can't win even in the holy realm, then just solve it under the holy realm.
Isolate the inside and outside, and then use the overwhelming power of Taoist soldiers to surround and kill his sect guard here.
In half an hour, both the enemy and ourselves should have completed their formation.
"How many have come?"
"A total of 800,000! Nearly half of them are Dao soldiers, which is nearly twice as many as our army!"
Something strange flashed across Kong Yao's brows. The size of Dashang's surprise attack army was far beyond imagination.
However, it also means that if we win this battle, we can completely break the backbone of Dashang!
Zong Shou also took in a breath of cold air. Eight hundred thousand people, these three sects and Dashang were such a big deal.
The consumed spiritual stones alone are enough for him to use the Book of Zhou for more than a hundred years at this moment.
Fortunately, the actual combat power gap is not that far apart.
"Go out of the palace and have a look!"
At this time, the emperor is traveling, and it would be too shameful to wield a sword alone. There is a ready-made royal chariot in the palace, as well as a full set of ceremonial guards for powerful warriors.
It's still extremely gorgeous, and I don't know how much money Zhang Huai spent on it.
As soon as they left the palace, they felt murderous intent rising from the sky. More than a million people lined up here, and the momentum was extremely majestic. At a glance, he saw that the energy and blood essences were actually gathering into pillars, crashing into the sky and the earth.
What made Zong Shou subconsciously reminded him of the battle at Pengcheng with Xiang Yu when he conquered the Abi throne.
The battlefield in front of us clearly shows the momentum of ancient times, no less impressive.
The jade chariot hangs about a hundred feet above the ground, and you can easily overlook the entire battlefield.
Opposite the merchant army, there were 450,000 Taoist soldiers alone. There are 250,000 Huang-level cavalrymen and 200,000 Xuan-level cavalrymen. The rest are all elites from hundreds of battles selected by Dashang's frontier army. They are mainly at the peak of the third level, and at least two-tenths of them are above the fourth level.
But under his command, they were not much inferior, with nearly 200,000 Taoist soldiers.
The rest are also elites who are not inferior to the other party.
Zong Shou looked around and was attracted by his weak left wing.
"Are you going to fight against the opposite right wing with only 30,000 Blood Cloud Cavalry?"
On the right side, in addition to the 65,000 Purple Linyan Lancers, there were also nearly 20,000 Xuan-level cavalry from various aristocratic families. There are also 100,000 elite cavalry.
It can almost be said that one versus six!
Zong Yuan, at this time, was holding a bloody halberd and stood quietly in front of the army formation.
The power of one person seems to be able to defeat thousands of armies.
Zong Shou scratched his head and let the little native dog out. The latter glanced down blankly. However, when he saw the 70,000 Black Flame Golden Lin Beasts on the opposite side, his eyes suddenly narrowed with disdain.
Then he ignored him and just like a pug puppy, he threw himself into Zong Shou's arms and kept licking his face. Smelling Zong Shou's breath, he looked intoxicated with enjoyment.
Zong Shou was speechless and could only let it go.
I feel strange that this native dog makes a living by eating the good things in the world. Did you do something? And make many good intentions gather in the aura of the king
Is it a battle with Dashang
Sure enough! He has the right way to defeat the wrong way, and he has won the hearts of the people.
Thinking like this, I saw that most of the faces of the soldiers below showed anxiety.
They were all looking furtively at the left wing, feeling restless. Although he barely maintained his composure, there was a bit of hesitation in his eyebrows.
Zong Shou immediately realized that these people were worried that the left wing was too weak and would be destroyed by a single blow.
It doesn't take much strategic talent to see it. Even the famous Blood Cloud Cavalry cannot be an opponent of three times the blood level Taoist soldiers of our side.
If it weren't for Kong Yao and his prestige, these people would have lost their fighting spirit.
Zong Shou was stunned, but he had ignored this before the battle. It seemed that it would be better to use this trump card as early as possible.
Some people occasionally turned their heads and looked at the magnificent palace. He frowned deeply, with an expression of disapproval, and even more saddened.
Others looked at the majestic army on the opposite side with fear in their eyes.
Zong Shou sighed softly, a little worried: "Does this mean that the army has no fighting spirit?"
Kong Yao shook his head: "That's all, but it doesn't necessarily mean that the army has no fighting spirit!"
Zong Shou continued to watch without comment. On the right wing were the 50,000 Weiyang Swordsmen and 35,000 Weiyang Sword Riders. They were the most powerful, but they were commanded by a general whom Zong Shou did not recognize.
As for the central army, there are 400,000 heavily armored elite soldiers. The leader is none other than Ren Tianxing.