Chapter 678
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Hsu Fengnian, who was staggering, wished that Chen Zhibao could appear in front of him right now.
The pseudo celestial phenomenon that he had obtained from using all of his luck and otherworldly item Dan Ying would not last long. His body was like a flood breaking through a dam. What flowed away was not only the cultivation that he obtained from the Dan Ying, but also the enlightenment and blessings that came with reaching the Celestial Phenomenon State.
This was not like borrowing money. It would not be difficult to borrow money again after paying it back. Hsu Fengnian had placed his hopes on God. Next time, if he wanted to use an otherworldly item to deceive others, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Unless he was determined to destroy himself, the prerequisite was that he would be willing to lend the otherworldly item that had reached the Celestial Phenomenon State. At that time, the otherworldly item would have resonated with Heaven and Earth, and Hsu Fengnian would definitely die.
The wealth that he had earned could be counted on one hand. Now that he casually counted it with his fingers, Hsu Fengnian seemed to have nothing left. He went to Beimang and buried two heads. One was buried by the Ruoshui River, and the other was given to his second sister, Xu Weixiong. All his efforts were for naught. Even if he could leave Iron Gate Pass alive, his dream of becoming a hero since he was young would become a fool's ravings. However, since he was here, Yang Taisui and Zhao Kai must die in the battle of Iron Gate Pass. As long as Chen Zhibao appeared and wanted to do something like killing the dragon python, he must die. Yang Taisui had already said that death was the solution to a dead knot. If they did not die, only Hsu Fengnian would die. What would be destroyed would be the foundation of Beiliang. Any hesitation or compassion was tantamount to stabbing oneself in the heart.
The identity of the heir of Beiliang was predestined. Hsu Fengnian could not escape even if he wanted to. However, the King of Beiliang was not something that Hsu Fengnian could easily obtain. This seemingly unreasonable logic, Hsu Fengnian and Xu Xiao, this pair of father and son, understood in their hearts. Every family had its own difficulties. Moreover, there were many people who kept adding fuel to the fire, making this even more difficult to learn.
Hsu Fengnian did not walk fast. He seized the time to grasp the knowledge and experience. When he arrived at the battlefield between the White Horse Army and the Imperial Cavalry, there was a light cavalryman of the Phoenix Battalion who died in battle. He died with his eyes open. Obviously, he had dismounted and fought the enemy's cavalry............ his arm holding the Beiliang saber was trampled on his chest. was...... Hsu Fengnian squatted down and stroked his eyelids. He looked up and saw that not many of the two hundred Imperial Guards were left. On the battlefield, the more powerful the general was, the faster he would die once he fell into a quagmire. The Golden Saber Guards were all dead. Not a single one was left. Half of the White Horse Army were still fighting on horseback. The other half had been fighting on foot for a long time. The Six-jewel Bodhisattva was entangled by Huang Man'er and Blue Bird. The Talisman General was held back by Yuan Zuozong with a long spear. Prince Zhao Kai who was sitting on the coachman's seat dejectedly was not sure if he was waiting for Han Diaosi to come and save the situation or if he was waiting for death.
More than ten heavily injured Imperial Guards swore to protect the front of the carriage.
Previously, the rolling black clouds could not cover the Thunder Pool Sword Formation. Many people saw with their own eyes the scene of the old monk in black, Yang Taisui, being killed. Since ancient times, heroes were judged by their success or failure. Without his cassock, the State Preceptor became a piece of dead wood, while Hsu Fengnian came out alive. It was obvious what would happen to Prince Zhao Kai this time when he went to the Western Regions with a bottle. Hsu Fengnian did not lower his guard. The Sword Garret was moving. Wang Zhi's three thousand cavalry was against Han Diaosi, who was supported by He Yan's two thousand cavalry. They might not be able to stop Han Shengxuan, who had bet all on Zhao Kai. Logically speaking, it was time for him to show up. However, Hsu Fengnian, who had the Spring Thunder Saber at his waist, looked at the endless yellow sand in the north. Was Chen Zhibao waiting for the next fight between the snipe and the clam? That was right. His patience had always been so good that it made people's hair stand on end.
Zhao Kai stood up and looked at the approaching Prince of Beiliang. He asked calmly, "Hsu Fengnian, do you really dare to kill me? Does Beiliang really want to rebel? "
Hsu Fengnian did not pay attention to this Prince who had participated in the assassination at the Reed Marsh in Xiangfan City. He just looked at the female Bodhisattva who was fighting Huang Man 'er at the entrance of the valley. "Zhao Kai can give you a silver bottle that symbolizes the Liyang Dynasty. I'm not the son of the Zhao family, so I can't do it. But I can lend you one hundred thousand cavalrymen of Beiliang. You help me pacify the Western Regions, and I can leave twenty thousand soldiers and horses to guard the north and south of Tianshan. Do you want to do this deal? Of course, you have to pay me a deposit to kill Zhao Kai. I can't bear the label of rebellion. The Western Regions are in turmoil and chaos, and a large number of wandering monk soldiers have appeared to kill the Prince. That's why I have a reason to lend you the soldiers. You want the Western Regions to be free, so I'll give you this freedom. "
Zhao Kai's expression was uncertain.
Yuan Meng tore off a strip of cloth from his inner robe and wrapped it around the knife wound on his arm. He grinned sinisterly. This was His Royal Highness, who could make King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, suffer in silence.
The ruthless Hong Shuwen, who was covered in blood, remained on the horse's back. He held two Beiliang sabers in his hands and gently patted the horse's belly.
The Six-pearl Bodhisattva did not bat an eyelid. She sent Huang Man 'er flying again and again. More than half of the Iron Gate Pass had already collapsed.
Every time Huang Man 'er retreated, Qing Niao's Instant Arc Spear would follow, not leaving the slightest gap.
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