What makes Jin Fenghuang even more depressed is... Just like targeting the Guan family and the Ye family army back then, Guizhen Pavilion sent undercover agents to the Junzhu Pavilion. Backlash, but no one reacted, even the few undercover agents that Jin Fenghuang himself knew, not only did not backlash, but they risked their lives to fight Guizhen Pavilion for Junzhu Pavilion!
How could even an undercover agent, one's own undercover agent, become like this!
Such a thing is really too strange!
Even if you want to carry out the undercover business to the end, but you have put your life on the line, how can you go undercover? !
Then, the only explanation is that these undercovers are no longer undercovers, but fake surrenders have become real surrenders!
Although he was full of puzzlement, Jin Fenghuang understood one thing, that is: the power of Junzhu Pavilion must not continue to exist!
Such power, such strength, such spirit, such unity, such loyalty, such cohesion... Once there is a little more chance to breathe, then, more terrible changes will definitely detonate... Even if it is as strong as the true pavilion ... and may not be the opponent of the Monarch Pavilion!
This is a heartache!
It must be eliminated as soon as possible, and there must be no room for breathing for the other party!
"Everyone rests for half a day!" Although Jin Fenghuang was not reconciled, he could only order: "Everyone try to recover their combat strength, and all the staff will move later! Completely destroy the manpower of the Monarch Pavilion!"
"Half a day is not enough at all." Hunmengzhihu said slowly: "Everyone is already at the end of their rope, and the reinforcements of this pavilion will take at least one night to arrive here; if we forcefully attack after half a day , or you can destroy the Monarch Pavilion, but the 20,000 brothers who can still fight here will never survive more than 500 at that time. For this pavilion, the price is too high and the loss is too heavy The loss outweighs the gain!" Hunmeng Tiger said.
Gritting his teeth, Jin Fenghuang shot a frightening cold light from his eyes, and said: "Tiger, don't you know the truth about long nights and many dreams!"
"Even if Ye Changmeng is full of dreams, he can't do this." Soul Dream Tiger smiled wryly: "If we really want to fight, I can guarantee that I will be safe, but... you and Hong'er are sure to die. There are also the remaining three of the Eight Heavenly Kings , and the remaining one of the Four Great Vajras, ninety-nine out of ten will take it in, how can it be spared!"
"It's fine for others, but if something happened to you two together... what about the young master... You are all cultivated by the young master himself, the confidantes of the family, this is not the kind of loss that the young master would like to see." Soul Meng Zhihu stopped talking.
Jin Fenghuang's eyes froze for a moment, and he didn't speak again. After a long time, he sighed deeply.
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Turning clouds and raining buildings.
"Snapped!"
Mr. Bai slapped the table with a big slap on the table, and said with a gloomy anger: "What is going on with this Ye Xiao? It's in vain that I look forward to him so much, and even regard him as a lifelong enemy. How could this battle be won?" Now it looks like this! What kind of situation is this!"
Young Master Bai frowned: "With the current combat strength of the Monarch Pavilion and so many panaceas, how could the battle be brought to this point? Even if there may be additional assistance from Guizhen Pavilion, we should arrange more More methods to weaken the enemy, how to use such a method of fighting head-on, without using targeted strategies at all... Except for some methods in each hall, the others are really reckless... How could he do it? Such an unwise strategy?"
Wan'er was silent on the side, and said for a long time: "Perhaps... isn't Ye Xiao currently directing the battle?"
Xiu'er said: "Yes, I also have this feeling. In this battle, there is no shadow of the laughing monarch who fought wits and courage with the young master in the Hanyang Continent."
Mr. Bai frowned and said: "The current situation and the truth are true... But such an important battle is almost a battle of fate. How can Ye Xiao not command it personally? And the situation has already reached the point where the battle is rotten. Why don’t they stop it? How about making the minimum targeted arrangements?”
Wan'er and Xiu'er were dumb at the same time, unable to answer.
Yes, this problem is indeed the most terrible and the most fatal problem.
Even if Ye Xiao wasn't in command of this battle at the beginning, but it has reached the point where Ye Xiao doesn't show up any more, just sit back and watch his men be completely defeated. This is obviously unreasonable, even before that, as early as two months ago , Ye Xiao should have appeared, the battle situation will not be so bad at all!
But now the situation of the battle has just developed and deteriorated!
Rao is Mr. Bai, who is as intelligent as the sea and confident in his plans, but at this moment, he is still puzzled by this completely abnormal phenomenon!
Knowing that there must be a problem, but where is the problem
"Could it be...Ye Xiao is dead?..."
Young Master Bai murmured.
Wan'er and Xiu'er glanced at each other, all in shock.
The young master's conjecture is too bold and out of line with people's thinking, but it seems to be quite suitable for the environment at that time, but... if Ye Xiao is really dead, no matter how loyal the Junzhu Pavilion is to Ye Xiao, it is still inevitable that the army's morale will be lax. Loyalty from the dead is a very expensive payment. Will the people in the monarch's pavilion really be like this? !
But if not for this reason, what other reason is there? !
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The morning wind was mighty, suddenly blowing away the blood mist that filled the sky.
After a night of rest, both sides recovered more or less some of their combat strength. No matter how heavy the injuries were, the main combat strength of both sides were cultivators above the Saint Yuan Realm. Their self-recovery ability was far better than that of ordinary cultivators. The morning mist on the top of the mountain cleared away, and tall and straight figures, with bloodstains that had dried up all over their bodies, struggled to stand up.
All eyes were looking towards the direction of the chaotic city beyond the boundless sea.
Clear eyes.
There seems to be no expression, but everyone is looking in that direction.
Monarch!
Or after today, I will never be able to fight side by side with you again!
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Qiu Luo stood up from the grass, stretched out his hand, and gathered a handful of dew in his hand, took a few sips, and then washed his face again.
While washing his face, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, almost lost his footing and fell to the ground.
He muttered in his mouth: "After today's battle, I'm going to find my wife. I'd better wash my face so that she won't recognize me..."
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In the air, a silent rhythm is spreading wantonly, but the surroundings are full of deathly silence.
After a long, long time, the Poison King dejectedly stopped calling, and smiled wryly: "Thousands of miles around, there is not even a single poisonous bug..." Sighing, he began to perform his own poisoning skills.