Seven days later, the barbarian army who had traveled a long distance finally entered the northern part of Daxia, getting closer and closer to the front line of the war.
The speed of the northern Mongolian army going south is also getting faster and faster. In the last stage of life, Fan Lingyue endured the pain of her whole body and persistently carried out the great cause of northern Mongolia's expedition.
The blood-clothed Marquis of Daxia died in battle, and the Marquis of Taiping, who was transferred back to the imperial city soon, could only go north again to assist Duke Jingwu in resisting the army of Northern Mongolia.
After successive battles, the 210,000 imperial troops who had been transferred from the imperial city in the past were now less than 50,000. It was the first time that they had been beaten so embarrassingly since the establishment of the Great Xia Dynasty.
North Mongolia's 60,000 iron cavalry was still invincible, and with the help of 50,000 infantry soldiers, the crisis in Daxia was not over yet.
The most important thing is that Fan Lingyue is still alive, this is the real threat.
In the northern Mongolian army, Xiao Wanhua's face became more and more worried every day. Around the military division's handsome tent, he personally arranged nineteen personal guards to guard day and night, and no one was allowed to approach without consent.
Soldier, really may be about to hold back.
"Xiaohou" said a tired voice from inside the tent.
After Xiao Wanhua heard the summons, he immediately entered the handsome tent.
Fan Lingyue's brows are full of exhaustion in front of her. Although her face is still beautiful, she can no longer see a trace of blood.
"How far is the barbarian army?" Fan Lingyue asked.
"Six hundred miles," Xiao Wanhua replied.
Fan Lingyue's expression did not change, she nodded and said, "I see, let's go."
"Yes" Xiao Wanhua gave a respectful salute and ordered to retreat.
"cough cough"
The sound of coughing came out, Fan Lingyue wiped the blood from her mouth, raised her head wearily, and looked at the far south. The last moment was finally coming.
On the way north, horses and carriages galloped fast, and after they came out of the Daxia Palace, they had not stopped for several days and nights.
Male changed horses, people were tired and replaced people, non-stop, and marched toward the north at the fastest speed.
In the Netherworld Palace, Ning Chen also rested his brows for a few days and nights, trying his best to prepare for the next battle.
Outside of the fog forest, Xiao Pojun and the others who came out of the Valley of Ascension came to this place with the induction of She Tianjian, but this induction disappeared five days ago.
Five days ago, Ning Chen left the underworld for the last time, and in the remaining days, he never stepped out of the underworld again.
The induction of Shetianjian and Poshanggong were separated by the underworld and lost their effectiveness, leaving the three of them at a loss for a while.
After the three of them waited for five days, they still did not find anything, so they had to go to other places to look for it.
Ning Chen didn't know that he was lucky to escape a disaster for a while, and when the war was coming, he could concentrate on being right.
In the far east, two figures walked slowly step by step, the sun rose and set, and they kept approaching the end of the world.
The person sitting in front of the sea of chaotic fog is still waiting quietly, and a sword tire that can burn a sword will appear.
A few days ago, Aman's cultivation base stepped into the acquired fifth rank in a confused way, and even Prince Yan laughed helplessly, not knowing what to say.
The sea of chaotic fog rolled and rolled. After the two approached, Ah Man saw Mu Bai sitting at the end of the world, a look of surprise on his face, and pointed, "Senior, there are people there"
"Yeah, I see"
Prince Yan replied softly, and immediately continued to walk forward.
When the two supreme powers on the world sword met again, without any special circumstances, the two nodded and said hello.
"Waiting for the sword?" Prince Yan asked.
"Waiting for the sword," Mu Bai replied.
After a short battle in Beimeng, the two met again, still calm as water, without any waves.
The sand and sword battle in the past is a thing of the past, and no one cares about it.
Aman looked at Mu Bai, and then at Prince Yan, and his little head couldn't understand what was going on between the two.
Mu Bai also noticed A Man behind Prince Yan. After taking a look, he nodded lightly and said, "It's a pity that you are a genius on the sword."
This little girl has a clear mind, and her talent is truly extraordinary. She is a rare talent, and she is not inferior to Mu Chengxue.
It is a pity that he has no sword intent, which means he has not yet set foot on the swordsmanship.
"Let it be," Prince Yan said peacefully.
"Uncle, I'll give you a pear." Aman ran forward, took out a pear from his small package and handed it over, saying kindly.
Ning Chen had taught her that the first time she saw an elder, she had to give something away.
Ah Man didn't understand why, but he did it anyway.
Mu Bai was slightly startled, then looked at Prince Yan, puzzled, "What did you teach?"
Prince Yan shook his head and said, "No, Ning Chen taught it"
"Heh" Mu Bai was relieved, that kid is really a rare freak in the world.
Aman still stretched out his small hand and held a pear, and Mu Bai took the pear and asked softly, "What's your name?"
"Aman," Aman replied obediently.
Mu Bai smiled lightly and said, "Aman, Uncle can't ask for your pears in vain, so let me give you a sword"
When the words fell, a tinge of red overflowed from Mu Bai's fingers, which immediately touched Aman's eyebrows, and disappeared after a while.
"Thank you uncle"
A'man smiled brightly, a little charming, a little happy, but he didn't realize the value of this sword.
A pear, for a drop of blood from the Sword of Desolation City, such a good thing, only Aman can come across.
Ning Chensheng was afraid that Aman would suffer, so he taught a lot of messy things, such as giving things to elders.
The meaning is actually very obvious. A little girl from the younger generation has given something. As an elder, are you embarrassed to be polite
Of course, if Ning Chen did this by himself, Mu Baili would not care.
There are differences between people and no one will deny this.
After the meeting ceremony was also delivered, Prince Yan took Ah Man away from Mu Bai and other swords, waiting for the fifth calamity to come.
He had a hunch that this last catastrophe would come soon.
Compared with the tranquility and peace at the end of the world, in the northern part of Xia, the atmosphere of the war is getting heavier and stronger, and everyone can't breathe.
There is the threat of the abbot of Du'e Temple, the banning army in the summer, the light cavalry and the reinforcements of the Barbarian Dynasty have never dared to join forces, for fear that if they lose, the entire army will be wiped out, and there will be no room for recovery.
The four commanders of the Confucian sect and the strongest of the three hundred Confucian sects were hidden among the reinforcements of the barbarian dynasty, patiently waiting for the opportunity to take action. Facing the existence of the five calamities, they must be careful and careful.
Ning Chen and Xia Ziyi placed their bets on the Man Dynasty reinforcements. They believed that Fan Lingyue should be more concerned about the threat of the Man Dynasty army now than the Great Xia Imperial Army.
Ning Chen, the general who led the army of the Man Dynasty, was no stranger to him. He was the third son of the Man King, A Man's elder brother, and the current Prince Man.
Compared with the flourishing branches of the royal family in Daxia, the barbarian king has far fewer children. Aman is the youngest princess, and has been the jewel in the palm of the entire barbarian royal palace since childhood, and is deeply loved by several brothers.
Therefore, the prince quite disliked Ning Chen.
Ning Chen could only turn a blind eye to Prince Man's unfriendly attitude due to his relationship with Ah Man, and pretend he didn't see it.
On the fifteenth night, the bright moon hung high, and the sky and the earth were almost as bright as the day. In the distance, the army of Northern Mongolia came rumbling, and the iron cavalry was terrifying.
The situation of Lingyue's body is kept very well kept secret, and very few people know the real situation.
On the northern Mongolian side, Xiao Wanhua now leads the three armies and has full authority to handle everything. As for Fan Lingyue, unless it is necessary, he almost never shows up at other times.
However, Ning Chen could see from the accelerating speed of the army in Northern Mongolia that Fan Lingyue might not be able to hold on anymore.
Time, for the two armies today, is extremely important.
The two armies fought, the iron cavalry against the barbarians, beating the drums to the sky, killing the deaf ears.
The abbot of Du'e Temple appeared, step by step, the Buddha's light was three thousand feet, shaking the world.
The force of the Buddha passed, and the formation of the barbarians within a few hundred meters collapsed suddenly, and was then attacked by the iron cavalry.
In the army, Ning Chen covered his face with a ghost mask, and stopped in front of the residence of Du'er Temple who was approaching, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
He didn't believe that the Buddha on Earth was still as invincible as before. He was nailed to Mijie Mountain by a blood-striped sword and burned for so many days. How could there be nothing at all.
"Amitabha, benefactor, we have met again, don't come and be safe." The abbot of Du'e Temple recognized the face behind the mask at a glance, and recited the Buddha's chant.
"You're welcome," Ning Chen replied coldly.
Behind him, the four commanders of the Confucian sect and the three hundred Confucian sect supreme powers quickly formed an array, and in an instant, Haoran's righteousness rose and swept away all the soldiers and horses within a thousand feet.
In the sound of bang bang bang, countless large boxes were brought over by the strong guards beside Xia Ziyi, each of which was far apart and placed in front of the human Buddha.
"Do you still know these things?" Ning Chen said lightly.
The boxes were opened one by one, and there were volumes of ancient books that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Buddhist kingdom, all placed in them.
The abbot of Du'e Temple frowned and was about to open his mouth when he heard a loud noise, and the nearest box exploded with a bang, and scraps of paper and bamboo were scattered all over the sky.
"Gunpowder, have you heard of it? I also forgot which box was in this box. I have to remember when it exploded. It depends on whether the abbot is willing to try his luck." Ning Chen said calmly.
There was murderous intent in the old eyes of Du'e Temple's residence, and suddenly there was another loud noise, and a box of ancient Buddhist books disappeared again between heaven and earth.
"I forgot to tell you that those Buddhist relics and the original copy of the indestructible King Kong are also in it, but I forgot which one it is in," Ning Chen said coldly.
The abbot of Du'e Temple's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he came to a box a hundred feet away. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, the explosion sounded again.
The huge impact swayed away, and the Buddha as strong as the human couldn't help but take a half step back, his ears tingling.
Ning Chen sneered, quietly watching the residence of Du'er Temple running between boxes, trying hard to prevent thousands of years of Buddhist efforts from being destroyed.
The explosions sounded one after another, and the lead wires of different lengths led to continuous big explosions. Every time a human Buddha was lucky enough to save a box, more boxes of ancient books would be destroyed.
Taking advantage of this time, many strong men in the Confucian Sect continued to urge the operation of the great formation, and Haoran's righteousness became more and more prosperous.
"Boom" made a loud noise that shook the sky again, forming a burst of fire, and the abbot of Du'e Temple took two steps back, and the corner of his mouth slipped a touch of red.