The whole world had been fighting against the Tang Empire for several months. After the Abbey Dean was killed by Ning Que, many changes had taken place. These changes might have been accidental, but some were inevitable.
On the Xiangwan Plain in the north, more than a thousand Tang soldiers had been fighting for their lives. At the moment when they thought they were going to die, they finally saw the dust from the south and the reinforcement cavalry.
The situation of the battle suddenly changed. Thousands of Tang cavalrymen from the Northern Battlefront Army rushed to the cavalry of the Golden Tribe Royal Court like an avalanche. Their cold blades took away countless heads in the silent sun.
The battle finally came to an end. The blood-stained meadow turned the light from the sky red. The podao in Situ Yilan's hand had long been broken into two pieces. She wiped the blood off her face and looked around the battlefield. She found that most of her subordinates had died, but she and her team had finally won.
Outside the Verdant Canyon in the south, it was the most dangerous moment. Jun Mo held the iron sword in his hand and looked exhausted. He was like the green mountains in late autumn, quiet and beautiful, but the yellow leaves were falling.
The disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy stood behind him. Looking at the dust on the field and listening to the sound of the iron hooves, they were silent and waiting for the last moment.
Mu You reached out and held Jun Mo's empty right sleeve.
Fan Yue, the Fourth Brother, had been fighting against the Abbey Dean's Virtual Sword with the River and Mountain Sandbox with all his cultivation. At this time, even he struggled to walk out of the iron shelter.
Since they were from the same sect, they should live and die together.
The cavalry of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army came to the Verdant Canyon again.
During the past seven days, the disciples of the Academy had defeated the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army many times. Both they and the Divine Hall Coalition Army were tired of this scene.
It would be different this time.
It would probably be the last time.
At this moment, the Fourth Brother suddenly felt that the River and Mountain Sandbox in his hand had become much lighter. He sensed it and was shocked to find that the Virtual Sword could no longer be found in the sandbox!
People in front of the Verdant Canyon did not know what had happened in Chang 'an. But there was only one possibility that the Abbey Dean's Virtual Sword had disappeared. That was, the Abbey Dean was dead or disabled.
Fourth Brother was well aware of the Academy's preparations in Chang 'an. He knew that his Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters and Youngest Brother were trying their best to kill the Abbey Dean, but he did not have much hope for it.
Because he was good at calculation, he could not figure out how the Academy could kill the Abbey Dean no matter how hard he tried.
However, at this time, the Virtual Sword in the River and Mountain Sandbox disappeared without a trace. Whether he believed it or not, it showed that something must have happened in Chang 'an City.
He said in a hoarse voice, "The Abbey Dean has lost."
His voice was hoarse not only because of the exhaustion he felt after enduring the Phantom Sword for several days, but also because of his irrepressible excitement and disbelief.
Everyone in the Academy heard this.
Silence reigned.
Suddenly, Jun Mo raised his iron sword and pointed it at the field, laughing out loud.
Beigong Weiyang roared with laughter as he plucked at the strings of his zither.
Ximen Buhuo laughed out loud and slapped his palms with the flute.
The Sixth Brother gave a simple and honest smile and held the iron hammer in his hand tighter.
Wang Chi smiled faintly. The black flowers on his temples seemed to have gained some color.
Teak Mu was a woman, so she didn't know how to be heroic. She didn't smile, but her eyes were wet.
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The cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army were right in front of them.
However, the Academy's disciples did not seem to care. They laughed out loud and were extremely pleased.
Their hearty laughter echoed in front of the Verdant Canyon and spread far away along the green mountains.
Whether the Abbey Dean was dead or alive, and whether they could defend the Verdant Canyon or not, as long as Chang 'an City was safe and sound, the Academy and the Tang Empire could keep the last hope.
They had guarded the Verdant Canyon for seven days with their lives. Wasn't it for the hope?
And the hope was not lost. It was in their hands.
To be more precise, it was in the hands of the Fourth Brother.
Under the puzzled gaze of his fellow disciples, the Fourth Brother walked to the forefront. Looking at the cavalrymen coming like iron streams and the sword light looming in the air, he raised the River and Mountain Sandbox.
The Fourth Brother's face became extremely pale, and his cheeks became much thinner.
He poured all his Psyche Power into the River and Mountain Sandbox.
The River and Mountain Sandbox was a sand table, which contained the finest yellow sand.
There were rivers and mountains in the sandbox, and each grain of sand was a peak and a stone bridge in the great rivers and mountains.
The yellow sand danced wildly in front of the Verdant Canyon. The sky was covered, and the field became extremely dark.
The cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill rushed into the yellow sand, and then got lost.
From time to time, there were shrill screams and the sound of heavy objects hitting each other.
After a long time, the yellow sand gradually fell.
The Verdant Canyon returned to peace, and there were many corpses of cavalrymen and horses in the field.
The River and Mountain Sandbox could not change the fate of the disciples of the Academy.
Because the Divine Hall Coalition Army was ready to charge again after a little reorganization.
At this moment, a soldier of the Tang Empire suddenly walked out of the vast mountains.
The soldier looked very embarrassed. His hair was unkempt and his face was dirty, and he was covered with mud. His armor had been thrown into the mountain stream, and his clothes were cut into strips by the thorns in the mountains.
The soldier ran to the people of the Academy. He staggered all the way and almost fell several times. It could be seen that he was extremely tired, but he still ran and shouted.
His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had not drunk water for many days. But in the ears of the people of the Academy, it was as clear as the clearest spring water.
"Wang Wu of Group B of the Scout Battalion of the Southern Army is here to help!"
After saying this, the soldier of the Southern Army, who had arrived at the Verdant Canyon first, could no longer support himself and fell heavily on the field. He kept panting and could no longer stand up.
Wang Chi walked to the Tang soldier's side and quickly felt his pulse.
Jun Mo solemnly bowed to the most ordinary soldier of the Tang and said, "Thank you."
An ordinary scout of the Tang army could not play any role in the situation in front of the Verdant Canyon. For the people of the Academy, the arrival of the Tang soldier meant a lot of things.
The Academy was the Academy of the Tang Empire.
The Tang Empire was the Tang Empire of the Academy.
No one was fighting alone.
Then, another soldier of the Tang Empire came out of the mountains.
Then, more soldiers walked out of the mountains and came to the field.
They supported each other and cheered for their companions.
They were already exhausted. When they walked out of the Verdant Canyon, they sat down on the ground and could no longer stand up. Even if they picked up their weapons, they could not fight the enemy.
There were even a few soldiers who suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground the moment they walked out of the mountains.
For the well-trained soldiers of the Tang Empire, this was unimaginable.
More and more soldiers continued to walk out of the mountains and came to the Verdant Canyon.
After walking for several days and nights without rest, they finally reached this place.
The Southern Army had arrived. That was enough.
It was a tired army that appeared in front of the Verdant Canyon.
But no one dared to deny that they were a mighty army.
At this moment, the sound of gongs came from the field in the south.
The cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army looked at the Tang army in front of the Verdant Canyon with complicated expressions. Some were unwilling, some were in awe. Finally, they pulled the border ropes and returned to the camp.
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(I was too high yesterday when I poured dog's blood on the Abbey Dean, so I am in low spirits today. Plus, I reported in advance yesterday that I have some family affairs to deal with, so I only have one chapter. But it is not appropriate to write less than two thousand words. So I will write seven thousand words on Sunday. Have a good weekend.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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