The blue and red are parallel, interweaving a dazzling rainbow light, circling and circling, directly attacking the only two acupoints in front of Wu Jun without sword marks.
Shuangjian breaks through double acupoints, after this sword, the second sea of Qi that Wu Jun is not known to the world will finally appear in the world.
The sword light followed, there was no way to avoid it, there was no way to retreat, and it was in front of him in a blink of an eye.
Wu Jun ignored the Qingjian, the sky fell, and he blocked the red sword with all his strength. The next moment, the ignored Qingjian passed through his body, bringing out a gorgeous blood flower.
"Keng"
There was a harsh collision sound, the moment the sword and the halberd collided, the red sword flew and the halberd trembled.
Prince Yan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and while his body was swept away, the sand sword quickly condensed in his hand and turned into the thinnest sword in the world.
At the moment when the halberd trembled and deviates, the sand sword swept across the body of Tianhuang, and a sword stabbed two inches below Wu Jun's heart.
"Uh"
The sand sword entered the body, Wu Jun groaned, took a half step back, his mouth was red, and his immortal body was finally broken.
"Drink" Wu Jun gave a deep drink, endured the pain in his heart, turned his left palm, and responded forcefully.
With a loud bang, the two made a head-to-head hit, and Prince Yan was swayed by more than ten feet. After landing, a smear of blood quietly slipped from the corner of his mouth.
"Uh" On the other side, Wu Jun took two steps back in a row, the aura around his body was violently messy, and his true qi flew up and spread out from the sea of destroyed qi.
Since the war, it has been the first to fail.
In front of the two armies, the three generals and the Marquis of Triumph were stunned, and then they seemed to think of something, and their expressions changed instantly.
Wu Jun is about to lose!
The sand sword scattered, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sword frame, blood spilled out of Wu Jun's chest, and it was extremely dazzling.
"The legend of Daxia is well-deserved, come again!"
Wu Jun stepped on his foot, and let out a cheerful laugh. His arrogance did not diminish, and the blood flow did not stop. He raised his halberd to attract thunder from the sky, and his divine might shook the world.
Prince Yan waited with all his attention, and was not at all careless because he broke Wu Jun's spirit.
He never thought that Wu Jun would be defeated so easily. There are five three disaster realms in the world. Except for the legend of the Eternal Night God, who has never appeared, Wu Jun is the worthy first person among the remaining four.
Being able to sit on the number one position in the world cannot be just by virtue of being immortal.
There are also human Buddhas, but unfortunately, he is the weakest one.
The green sword trembled and flew back to Prince Yan's hands. The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly. At this moment, even the earth began to freeze, the white world spread, and the ice crystal world was completely melted.
Heaven and earth are condensed, all things are like death, in the silent world, all sounds disappear, only the sound of swords and people.
In the next moment, a thunderstorm descended from Jiuxiaotian, breaking the silent scene. The sea of thunder galloped like a thousand birds neighing, rapidly disintegrating the world of ice and snow.
The halberd that was cut off was blocked by the green sword, and the ground sank three feet under the feet of the two of them, and collapsed again.
Wu Jun's tyrannical move is unparalleled in the world, the green sword trembles, and there seems to be a groaning sound.
Prince Yan heard the sword breath, his face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he withdrew ten feet away.
"This war is over"
With a wave of his hand, Qingjian returned to the frame, the sword frame disappeared and fell in front of Ah Man.
"Aman, let's go!" Prince Yan flashed, came to him, and said lightly.
Aman stared at him with wide eyes, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what was going on.
In the battlefield, Wu Jun frowned, but did not stop him.
Aman foolishly followed with the sword frame on his back, and Marquis of triumph and Lord Wu had to order their troops to retreat and return to the camp.
"Senior, did you win?" Ah Man asked curiously.
"No" Prince Yan shook his head.
"Ah, I lost." Ah Man was a little disappointed.
"I didn't lose," Prince Yan shook his head again.
"That's a draw?" Ah Man said with certainty this time.
Prince Yan smiled and said, "No, it's not finished."
"Ah, oh" Ah Man was surprised at first, and then answered clearly, don't fight, don't fight, it's right not to fight.
The two stayed in the Black Water Army Camp for a short time, and left on the same day. After the Duke of Triumph asked the reason, he did not stay any longer and watched the two leave.
Although this battle is not over, at least the position of the second Dantian Qi Sea has been determined, leaving hope for defeating Wu Jun in the future.
"Senior, where are we going?" A Man walked a few steps, was pulled down, and then trotted a few steps to keep up.
"Confucianism" Prince Yan walked in front and said.
"Why are you going to the Confucian Sect?" Aman didn't know anything about the Confucian Sect, but he still asked curiously.
"Fix the sword," Prince Yan said calmly.
Wu Jun is indeed very strong, and he still has trump cards left untouched. He doesn't know if he can win, but he knows very well that if he continues to fight, Qingjian will definitely break.
The green and red swords are opposite swords, if one is broken, the other will lose its spirituality very quickly.
The battle situation is changeable, and any sword is very important. It is almost impossible to defeat Wu Jun without deliberately not using the green sword.
Fortunately, Ning Chen asked him to complete the task.
A day later, in the underworld, Ning Chen walked out and swept toward the northern battlefield.
Ning Chen appeared in the blood-clothed Hou camp, which surprised the blood-clothed Hou who was watching the spies' secret report in the tent.
The figure in front of him was so familiar, except for the pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time, everything else remained the same as before.
"Master Hou, long time no see" Ning Chen opened his mouth and greeted with a chuckle.
"You really are still alive," the blood-clothed Hou sighed after returning to his senses.
Hearing what others say and seeing it with his own eyes are two different things. Now that he saw Ning Chen himself, he finally believed this fact.
After a brief exchange between the two, they brought the topic to the battle between Beimeng and Daxia.
Ning Chen listened to the description of the blood-robed Hou, his expression became more and more solemn, the situation was far more troublesome than he imagined.
I thought that when the northern wheat valley was mature, the design would force the northern Mongolian army to the southeast of Daxia, and in the future, we could take advantage of the terrain to slow down the pace of the northern Mongolian army's southward movement. Xia Yijun.
Now Beimeng has rushed out of the siege, and the road is like a broken bamboo.
Ning Chen took two steps forward, looked at the marching map, and was silent for a long time.
It is now mid-July, which should be the rainiest time of the year, but there is not much rainfall in the north of Daxia this year, which also provides a lot of convenience for the invasion of northern Mongolia and southern China.
Even God is not on Da Xia's side, it is really not that easy for Da Xia to restore the decline.
"How far are we from Beimeng?" Ning Chen asked.
"It's a day and a half trip, but I can't stop the Northern Mongolian army with the strength of my men alone," the Blood-clothed Hou replied.
No matter how powerful the Imperial Army is, it is impossible to resist the Northern Mongolian cavalry on the plains, and the maneuverability is too different.
"Let's speed up the march, there should be reinforcements coming soon," Ning Chen said slowly. In the western battlefield, no matter what the outcome of the battle between the seniors and Wu Jun, Wu Jun will suffer serious injuries. Without Wu Jun's army of the gods, the threat will be greatly reduced. With the Marquis of Triumph and the Black Water Army sitting in the town, it is enough to deter him. Reinforcements to the west can be changed
Travel north to support the more urgent northern battlefield.
The battle report from the west should have arrived at Xia Mingri, and now we are waiting for the reinforcements from the west to arrive soon.
"What's the matter?" Bloody Hou said solemnly.
Ning Chen briefly explained Prince Yan's westward journey. The senior said that he needs to do some things first, and it will take about a month to pass.
Count the time, it's almost time now.
"Certainly"
The Blood-clothed Hou asked sternly, that he was not familiar with Prince Yan, and had only heard of some past events, but Lord Wu is the real No. 1 in the world. It is hard to believe that Prince Yan can have this strength to fight against Lord Wu.
"Yes, don't worry," Ning Chen nodded.
"Okay, I'll bet with you once," Xueyi Hou said immediately.
There is no other way now. If you follow the steps, Daxia will only lose one step at a time. It is better to gamble once.
If it is true, as Ning Chen said, reinforcements will come soon, and if he suddenly follows up, it should bring unexpected surprises to the Northern Mongolian army.
No matter how powerful that military strategist is, it is impossible for him to be the first to predict everything.
The two discussed the details carefully, the blood-clothed Hou was a battle-hardened general, and his grasp of the details was not comparable to Ning Chen's.
Most of the time, Ning Chen was listening to Hou Xueyi, and when he was sure it was inappropriate, he would only add a sentence and simply say what he thought.
At this time, the blood-clothed Hou would think for a long time and carefully consider the former's suggestion.
Most of Ning Chen's ideas are very special, very out of the way of thinking, making the blood-clothed Hou feel awkward, thinking about it carefully, but it is not unreasonable.
The tactical thinking of the two worlds is the same while reserving differences. Through Ning Chen and Xueyihou, this night, they constantly collided.
Tactics have never been perfect, so the two discussed it for most of the night, constantly rejecting and being rejected.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ning Chen glanced at the sky outside the tent, and said, "On Duke Wu's side, I will ask the Lord Marquis to send a letter to notify me, and I will leave first."
"You won't stay?" The Blood-clothed Hou asked.
"Could it be that Lord Hou doesn't know, I can't see the light?" Ning Chen pointed to the east sky and smiled.
The blood-clothed Hou was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed deeply. How could he not know that on that day, the whole world could see clearly, and when he saw him coming, he thought the matter had been resolved.
"Master Hou doesn't need to be sad, it's a blessing for Ning Chen to be able to survive, and you can't ask for too much." After speaking, Ning Chen folded his fists in a salute, and said, "Okay, I won't say much about the farewell, there will be a later date."
Ning Chen left, the blood-clothed Hou walked out of the tent, watching the former disappear gradually, silent.
The love that Da Xia owed him was not clear.
For the sake of this Great Xia, Marquis Zhiming gave up his life, emotion, reputation, and everything. Except for the very few who knew the truth, the people of Daxia regarded Marquis Zhiming as an executioner and a symbol of sin.
The people are ignorant, but they can't give up because of this. As Marquis of Wu, they want to protect this country and thousands of people without any excuse. The glory of Marquis Wu has been exchanged for thousands of years by generations of ancestors with blood. He, Marquis Kaixuan, Marquis Zhiming and seven other contemporary Marquis are walking on this road until they die.