"General Zu! There seems to be some movement in the Slave Jian camp? "A deputy general reported to Zu Dashou.
"Oh?" Zu Dashou stood up from his desk and quickly walked out of the tent towards the top of the city wall. At the same time, he asked, "Are they building that wall again? Or are they redeploying their troops to attack Da Ling River Castle again? That Huang Taiji is a cunning person. How many people in the Slave Jian camp are there? They definitely won't be so unwise. Sigh! I wonder when the imperial court's reinforcements will arrive? "
The deputy general hesitated and said, "General, could it be related to the heavenly voice from yesterday?"
Zu Dashou laughed and said, "I'm very familiar with this Wu Zhuan. The voice is indeed his, but how can he have the courage to insult the chief? I'm afraid he's still worried about begging for mercy from the Jurchen after his defeat. He's just a mediocre person and can't be of much use. If he comes to save me, as long as the enemy shows the ability to defeat him, he will retreat."
"On the other hand, his son Wu Sangui has the feeling of a dog father and a tiger son, but he's just a tiger among dogs!" Zu Dashou stood at a high place and looked into the distance. As expected, he saw smoke and dust billowing from the Jurchen camp. The flags seemed to have fallen to the ground.
"There seems to be some movement!" Zu Dashou pondered and said, "Could it be that the imperial court has other reinforcements that I don't know about?"
Yang Da's blood and qi exploded like a beacon that shot up to a hundred feet into the sky. The boundless blood light was swallowed by the red lotus. His eyes were emotionless and calm to the extreme, but the demonic nature in his soul was also crazy to the extreme. This calm and crazy demonic light of wisdom allowed him to control a copious amount of saber aura and slashed dozens of times. Each saber was sharp and unpredictable.
Now that his demonic arts had absorbed the essence and blood of tens of thousands of people, he had reached great heights. The Great Art of Massacre had been tempered by the lives of these tens of thousands of people, and it had also honed an exquisite killing intent. The demonic saber had entered the realm of unpredictability. He had the shapeless saber aura and also the saber demon. He had reached the point where there was nothing in the world that he couldn't kill.
Even Yang Da's greatest shortcoming, the wisdom of the martial path, was no longer a shortcoming because he had sensed the thirty odd Sky Demons in the unseen world, which was equivalent to him gaining sentience from the endless battles of the Yin Demons in the Central Plains.
Yang Da, who had turned into a devil, was far more tyrannical than his normal self. Under normal circumstances, Yang Da could only rely on a bit of bravery to fight against two cultivators of the same cultivation level as him. He could even take the risk of getting injured and kill one of them. How could he be as emotionless and thoughtless as he was now, unhindered by anything and able to unleash his strength to an unfathomable level?
Relying on various kinds of inconceivable supernatural powers of the Sky Devil, he was able to fight this foreign monk, whose cultivation and magical power were countless times higher than his, for hundreds of rounds without falling into a disadvantageous position.
If not for the relationship between him and Chen Ang as a master and disciple, the Sky Devil would have long demonized Yang Da's body, causing it to undergo an irreversible transformation. His body would grow scales and flesh armor, and he would be able to breathe devil energy, making his corporeal body several hundred times stronger than before. With the addition of supernatural powers such as heavenly ghosts, deities, and demons, he would have long killed this old lama!
But because of this limitation, both of them were in a stalemate. If not for Yang Da being able to kill the nearby soldiers to recover his strength and injuries, he would have long fallen into a disadvantageous position. But now, all the soldiers who dared to come near them were all killed, and Yang Da's situation was getting more and more dangerous.
Huang Taiji watched the battle from afar, his eyes filled with hatred as he stared at Yang Da, as if he wanted to tear him apart alive. He bit his lower lip, drank the blood from his mouth and said with a smile, "Anyone who dares to come near Lord Zeng and the demon will be killed! Killed without mercy! That demon has no blood to replenish himself, and Lord Zeng has gained the upper hand. We are about to win! "
Looking at the soldiers around him, who were in a sorry state and had their banners in disarray, he couldn't help but feel depressed. There were only a few hundred of them left! But he had fifty thousand elite soldiers! And there were fifty thousand servants from the Mongolian and Han army! He suffered such an undeserved disaster, and it was all caused by one person. How could he not be heartbroken!
He almost let out a long howl!
But he didn't dare to do so. After such a huge defeat, the few beilei who had already lost their power would definitely make a move. If he allowed them to take the opportunity of his falling prestige to contact their old subordinates, his position as Khan might not be stable. Even if he could stabilize the headquarters, after this huge defeat, the strength of the headquarters would decline, and those Mongolian tribes who had already surrendered would have strange ideas.
The prestige of the Great Ming was already far greater than the influence of the Jurchen. If it was not stable, the Jurchen might lose their control over the Mongolian tribes.
Therefore, Huang Taiji could only bear with it. He couldn't show any signs of fatigue or weakness. Both inside and outside of the Great Jin were wolves who were eyeing them covetously. Even these generals who seemed to be loyal to him, when he showed a hint of weakness, could turn into wolves and bite the flesh and blood they desired the most — power, especially those ambitious brothers of his.
At this time, Huang Taiji suddenly saw two silhouettes standing not too far away from him. A Han man sat on a horse and looked at him coldly. Before Huang Taiji could react, he saw a shadow quickly float over from the horse. It was so fast that even with the elites around him, none of them were able to fire an arrow.
The group of Jurchen generals only felt their vision blur, and then they saw a person in front of them.
"There's an assassin!" The guards on the left and right shouted. Among them, there were also people who were highly skilled in martial arts. They knew that this kind of Lightness Skill was shocking. Fortunately, it didn't seem to be a demon that couldn't be stopped by human strength. They still stood in front of him loyally. But how could Li Ning, who had tried to become a demon, be ordinary? He wasn't as scary and inhumane as Yang Da, but when he attacked, he was more ruthless.
It was this ruthlessness that made his martial arts more than ten times stronger.
The long sword in the case was suddenly unsheathed at an unimaginable speed. The light of the sword only made a turn in front of the guards, and Li Ning had already passed them without stopping. At this moment, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the guards, and they fell in shock. Li Ning seemed to have entered an uninhabited land. Even though Huang Taiji and his left and right rushed forward, they only fell one by one.
Huang Taiji saw a banner leader die, another Bei Le's head fly up, some ran, some died, he only felt a burst of dizziness, he wished he could die at that man's hands immediately, but he quickly came back to his senses, and ran forward ten times more resolutely.
Li Ning's eyes were faintly red, and the sword in his hand was even fiercer. The long sword in his hand was not the one that River Styx had given him. It was just a fine iron sword that cost thirty taels of silver from a normal blacksmith. In his hand, it was protected by his Vital Qi. It could break through countless armor, and it could still kill. Countless of Huang Taiji's guards tried to protect him, and Li Ning's sword was already bleeding like a river.
However, Huang Taiji still managed to escape further and further away. He let out a fierce roar, and his Zhen Qi increased by thirty percent. The edge of his sword emitted a three feet long blood-red sword aura, and more than ten people who were blocking his way were cut in half. At this point, no one could stand between Huang Taiji and Li Ning.
Huang Taiji's face was filled with despair, and he shouted, "No!"
When Zhou Chun saw Li Ning's cold and sharp eyes, just like Yang Da's, and the Vital Qi on his body was faintly covered with Devil Qi, he couldn't help but become anxious. Ignoring the fact that Huang Taiji was about to be killed, he suddenly summoned a protective Buddhist psyche power and shouted, "Wake up!"
Li Ning's voice sounded like a great bell ringing in his ears. He was stunned subconsciously, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shattered without the protection of his Vital Qi. Huang Taiji hurriedly took this opportunity to lie flat on his horse. The guards around him were ready to rush forward to stop him again. Li Ning had no choice but to shake the long sword with all his strength. His Vital Qi wrapped in countless shards, and with an extremely powerful technique, he threw them forward.
Most of the shards were blocked by the guards who rushed forward with their bodies, and only a few hit Huang Taiji's back.
At this time, Li Ning's mind was clear, and he just watched as Huang Taiji was surrounded by the crowd as they shouted, "Protect the Khan!" The battle between Yang Da and the head lama had also reached the most dangerous moment. Yang Da didn't have any Blood Essence to replenish his Vital Qi, and his Vital Qi was getting more and more exhausted. Although he had been polished more smoothly, he was still a little bit weaker than the lama.
Seeing that Huang Taiji was in danger, the head lama attacked even more fiercely. Disregarding the injury to his source, he struck out ten big handprints in a row, smashing Yang Da's Saber Qi and then condensing it again. For a moment, it was less fierce. The lama's eyes became even fiercer. Regardless of Huang Taiji's imminent danger, he still wanted to take the opportunity to kill Yang Da.
At this critical moment, a hateful voice that was very familiar to the Three Elites of Qilu and Lu suddenly came from midair. It said, "Where did this damn bald donkey come from? How dare you bully the weak and bully my three martial nephews! As their Martial Uncle, I can't stand it! "
Then, an extremely fast blood-red flowing light fell from the sky, curled around the lama, and swallowed him into a scroll. Yang Da saw that the 'Martial Uncle' only shook the scroll in his hand a few times, and the lama's scream disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the Three Elites of Qilu and Lu who were in a sorry state, River Styx laughed and said, "The three martial nephews are indeed young and handsome. You didn't disappoint Martial Uncle and the others, and you killed the Tatars of the Jian Dynasty until their blood flowed like a river! Especially Yang Da, he really has the demeanor of our generation. Are you willing to become Martial Uncle's disciple and learn the Way of Slaughtering All Living Beings and Destroying the World by the Heavenly Devil? "
Yang Da looked at the smiling River Styx, and the demonic thoughts in his eyes suddenly surged. Without knowing the direction, he rode on the Saber Qi and disappeared into the south like a flowing light.
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