"General Zu! There seems to be something unusual about Jiannu's camp?" A side general reported to Zu Dashou in this way.

"Oh?" Zu Dashou stood up from the front of the case, walked out of the military tent, and went to the city wall, and asked at the same time: "But are they repairing that wall again? Or are they dispatching troops and generals to attack Daling River Fort again? Huangtai and the slave chief are cunning people. He has a very large population in Jiannu, so he will definitely not be so unwise. Alas! I wonder when the reinforcements from the court will arrive?"

The side will hesitate and said, "General, will it be related to the heavenly sound yesterday?"

Zu Dashou laughed and said, "I am very familiar with Wu Xiang. Although the voice is his voice, insulting the chief is not the courage he can have. I am afraid that he will still be cautious when he prays for mercy to the Jurchens after the defeat. But a mediocre person should not be of great use. If he comes to save me, as long as the enemy shows his ability to defeat him, he will retreat."

"It's his son Wu Sangui's meaning is a dog, father, tiger and son, but it's just a tiger among dogs!" Zu Dashou stood at a high place and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw smoke and dust rolling in the Jurchen camp, and the flags seemed to fall to the ground.

"It seems that something is really moving!" Zu Dashou pondered: "Is there any reinforcements in the court that I don't know?"

Yang Da's blood and energy surged, like wolf smoke soaring into the sky thirty feet. The infinite blood light was swallowed by the red lotus. His eyes were indifferent and ruthless, and he was extremely calm, but the demonic nature in his soul was extremely crazy. This calm and madly intertwined magic light made him drive away a powerful sword energy, killing dozens of moves, and the sword was unpredictable.

Now, after absorbing the essence and blood of tens of thousands of people, he has reached the pinnacle. With the life-training of these tens of thousands of people, he has also sharpened a mysterious killing intent. The magic sword has entered an unpredictable state. He has become a great freedom and has an invisible sword energy, and has also produced a sword demon, reaching the point where everything in the world is impossible to kill.

Even Yang Da’s biggest gap, martial arts wisdom, was no longer a shortcoming because he sensed the more than thirty heavenly demons in the dark, which was equivalent to the martial arts wisdom that he had learned in the endless battles of Yin Demons in the Middle Earth world.

Yang Da, who is possessed by the devil, is countless times stronger than he was when he was normal. If it were normal, Yang Da would only rely on one or two points of blood to fight with two cultivators with the same cultivation level as him, or take the opportunity to kill one at the risk of being injured. How could he now be ruthless and unwilling to worry about anything, and be able to use his strength to an unpredictable level.

With the incredible magical powers of the demon, he fought against this monk who had a magical power of Taoism countless times higher than that of him without any disadvantage.

If Chen Ang had not had the affection between him and his master and disciple, the demon would have long deviled his body, and had irreversible changes, giving birth to horned and flesh armor, swallowing and exhaling demonic energy, and having hundreds of times stronger physical strength. With the magical powers of heavenly ghosts, gods and demons traveling through the void, they would have long killed this old lama violently!

But it was because of this restriction that the two of them were in a stalemate. If Yang Da had not been able to kill the nearby military heroes to recover their injuries and physical strength, he would have been at a disadvantage. However, the soldiers who dared to get close to the two would have been killed long ago, and Yang Da's situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

Huang Taiji watched the two fighting in the distance, staring at Yang Da fiercely in his eyes, almost tearing him to death. He bit his lower lip and said with a smile, "Anyone who dares to approach the Buddha and the devil and kill a hundred feet! Kill without mercy! The devil has no blood food to replenish, and the Buddha has already gained the upper hand, and we are about to win!"

Looking at the crowd of soldiers and horses surrounded by messy flags, he couldn't help but feel a sense of depression surged in his heart. There were only hundreds of people left here! He was 50,000 elite soldiers in his unit! There were also 50,000 servants in the Mongolian and Han military flags! He suffered this unrestrained disaster, but it was just caused by one person, so how could he not feel heartbroken!

Almost a long roar!

But he did not dare to say that after such a big defeat, several Beile who had lost power would have had abnormal movements. If they were allowed to use the opportunity of their prestige to decline and contact their old subordinates, their position of Khan might be unstable, which would stabilize the headquarters. After this big defeat, the strength of the headquarters would decline, and the Mongolian tribes that had already surrendered would have strange thoughts.

Originally, the prestige of the Ming Dynasty was far more influential than that of the Jurchens. No matter how unstable it was, the Jurchens might lose control of Mongolia.

So Huang Tai can only endure it and must not show any sign of fatigue or weakness. There are wolves eyeing inside and outside the Great Gold. Even the seemingly loyal generals around him may turn into jackals and bite the flesh and blood power they desire most, especially those of their ambitious brothers.

At this time, Huang Taiji suddenly saw two figures standing not far in front of him. A Han man sat on the horse and looked at him coldly. Before he could react, he saw a shadow floating over from the horse quickly. So quickly, with the elite around him, no one could shoot an arrow.

The Jurchen generals felt a flash in front of them and saw a man coming to him.

"There are assassins!" The left and right guards shouted. There were also people with high martial arts skills among them. They knew that such light skills were shocked. Fortunately, they didn't seem to be the devil who was absolutely irresistible before, and they still stood in front with loyalty. But Li Ning, who had tried to be possessed by the demon, wasn't it easy? He was not as terrifying and inhumane as Yang Da, but he also had a sense of ruthlessness in his actions.

It is this ruthlessness that makes him more than ten times more powerful in martial arts.

The long sword in the box was out of the sheath with an unimaginable degree. The sword light only turned in front of the guards, and Li Ning had already passed them without stopping. At this time, a trace of blood appeared on the neck of the guardian master, and fell down in horror. Li Ning felt as if he had entered a state of no one. Even though Huangtai and his left and right rushed forward, they just fell down one by one.

Huang Taiji saw a banner owner dead, another Beller's head flew up, some people ran away, and some people died, he felt dizzy and wanted to die immediately at the man's hands, but he quickly woke up again and ran forward ten times more resolutely.

Li Ning's eyes were faintly blood-red, and the sword in his hand became even more sharp. The long sword in his palm was not the one given by the Styx, but the iron sword of thirty taels of silver for ordinary blacksmiths. It was protected by true energy in his hands, and it was countless armor-breaking, and it could still kill people. In order to protect him, countless guards of Huang Taiji tried their best to stop him. The blood flowed into a river under the sword.

But Huang Taihe still let the farther and farther away. He roared, and his true energy soared by 30%. A three-foot blood-red sword light appeared on the sword's edge, splitting more than ten people who stopped him into two pieces and killing them in half. At this point, no one could block Huang Tai and Li Ning.

Huang Taiji showed despair and shouted: "No!"

Zhou Chun saw the cold and splendor of Yang Da appearing in Li Ning's eyes, and the true energy on his body was even more demonic. He couldn't help but be anxious. He ignored Huang Taiji's about to be killed, and suddenly aroused his Buddhist psychic power protecting himself and shouted: "Wake up!"

Li Ning was like Huang Zhong Da Lu ringing in his ears, subconsciously stunned. The sword in his hand was gone without his true energy protection and suddenly shattered. Huang Tai and his hurriedly took this opportunity to lie on the horse. The guards around him were ready to rush forward to block the sword again. Li Ning had to shake the sword with great strength, and the true energy was wrapped in countless pieces and bombarded the front with extremely powerful techniques.

Most of the fragments were blocked by the guards who rushed forward, and only a few of them hit Huang Taiji's back.

At this time, Li Ning's mind was awake, and he just watched Huang Tai and the shouts of "Protect the Khan!", surrounded by everyone. The battlefield between Yang Da and the Great Lama next to him had reached the most dangerous moment. Yang Da had no essence and blood to replenish his true energy, and the more exhausted it was, although it was polished to make it more harmonious, it was still a little worse than that Lama.

When the big lama saw Huang Tai and was in danger, he made even more harsh action. He ignored the injury and the origin, and blasted out ten large handprints, slapped Yang Da's sword energy and condensed it again. For a moment, there was a lack of sharpness. The lama's eyes were even more harsh. Regardless of Huang Tai and the danger, he also wanted to take the opportunity to kill Yang Da.

Just in this critical place, a hateful voice suddenly came from the air that the three Qi and Lu Yings were very familiar with, saying: "Where did you come from the dead bald donkey? You dare to bully my three junior nephews with the big ones! I, the uncle, can't bear it!"

Then an extremely rapid blood-colored light descended from the sky. It rolled the lama's body and swallowed it into a scroll. Yang Da saw that the "Uncle Master" just shook the rolled sleeves in his hand slightly, and the lama's screams disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the embarrassing Qilu Sanying, Styx smiled and said, "The three nephews are indeed young and handsome. They live up to the expectations of the uncle. The Jiannu and Tartars killed were blood flowing! Especially Yang Da, he really has the style of our generation. Can you be willing to join the uncle's disciple to learn how to kill sentient beings and destroy the world?"

Yang Da looked at the smiling Styx River, and his eyes suddenly surged. He ignored the direction and controlled the sword energy, turning into a stream of light and disappeared into the south.
Chapter completed!