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On the other side of the battlefield, the main army of Northern Mongolia fought with the Daxia imperial guards, and the battle was also extremely fierce.

After Fan Lingyue was in charge, he looked at the North Mongolia Iron Cavalry and the Daxia Shenfeng Camp who were in a stalemate and said calmly, "Abbot, it's your turn to take action."

"Amitabha"

With the Buddha's name, the abbot of Du'er Temple walked out, his steps were steady, shaking one by one, and moving one by one.

The sudden change shocked the soldiers of Daxia. The Buddha came to the world and the vast power spread out.

In the academy, the dean felt the power of the five tribulations in the distance, and his expression changed. He was about to set off, but was stopped by a huge palm.

"Sir, your concern is me."

The ringing of the golden rod rang, and the Northern Meng National Master appeared and blocked the front.

In the camp of King Haowu, the soldiers' palms also felt the extremely powerful Buddha power. Their expression changed drastically and immediately summoned three other palms to come with a secret technique.

With him alone, even if he set up the Confucian Sect trapping the sky formation, he would never be able to defeat the Buddha on earth.

On the northern battlefield, the Buddha on earth came to the world, and the Daxia imperial guards were immediately defeated. In the sky, no matter how powerful the formation was, it could not stop the powerful man who had surpassed the five tribulations.

The Buddha took action, hundreds of feet of earth collapsed, and huge rocks flew, which was extremely terrifying.

"Retreat quickly"

At the moment of crisis, the Blood-clothed Marquis walked out, blocked the Buddha in the world, and ordered the way.

The panicked Daxia imperial guards reacted and retreated to the rear without any reason.

The Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry caught up with it, and the torrent spread, quickly submerging the imperial guards of Daxia.

The Blood-clothed Marquis who stood in front of the abbot of Du'er Temple had no energy to care about other matters. After fighting against Yongye Wujun, this Marquis of Daxia once again faced the powerful man above the five tribulations of the innate five tribulations.

Facing the terrifying and invincible opponent in front of him, the blood-clothed Hou calmed down instead, and his blood-clothed Hou was standing like a mountain with the wind.

"Mr.

More than a hundred personal guards who had been with the Blood-Clothing Marquis for more than ten years had tears in their eyes and refused to leave.

"Retreat" the blood-clothed marquis ordered again.

Everyone could not resist their orders and could only retreat. The moment they turned around, tears were dipped in their clothes, and they bid farewell to Marquis Wu.

The Blood-Clothing Hou flipped his hands quickly, and the blood and energy spread. The next moment, the sea of ​​energy collapsed and a blood pillar soared into the sky.

"Amitabha"

There is no expression on the withered face of Buddha in the world. After the Buddha's name, the whole body is shining with golden light, and the shocking Buddha's moves appear in the world again.

In the banging collision, the earth was completely devastated, and the dust shook the sky, completely submerging the figures of the two.

After this day, the Blood-Clothed Marquis never returned. After the Marquis of Wangchuan, another Marquis of Daxia Wu died in the battlefield.

The place where the two armies confronted each other was completely called a ruin, telling the tragic battle.

When the four Confucian masters and the strongest men of the 300 Confucian sect arrived, the battle had ended, and there was no living figure in his eyes.

After this battle, both Northern Mongolia and Daxia were severely damaged, and the Northern Mongolian heavy cavalry was wiped out. The Daxia Shenfeng Camp also suffered heavy losses, with more than 60% of the casualties.

Since the war between the two dynasties, the undefeated golden body of Beimeng has been broken for the first time. However, due to the death of the Blood-Clothed Marquis, no one can be happy.

At night, Ning Chen fell completely silent after learning the news and said nothing more.

In the distant palace, after receiving two battle reports of joy and sorrow, Xia Mingri sighed in a deep voice, feeling extremely complicated.

In Weiyang Palace, Changsun looked out the window and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

This war changed so many things. The Marquis of Daxia, like him, like the Marquis of Blood, was a real hero.

At the same time, in the west, northwest, north, and southeast of Daxia, all the Wuhou of Daxia faced the direction of the Blood-clothed Marquis' death and poured a glass of wine together.

The Yellow Springs will go first, and one day, hell will gather together.

Perhaps Wurong, Ning Chen quickly recovered from his sadness, picked up the marching map again, and made plans for the next step.

There are nearly 60,000 cavalry and 50,000 infantry in the Northern Mongolian region, which is also a great threat.

Moreover, the Northern Mongolian reinforcements outside Tianmen were getting closer and closer, and Ziyang Hou and others were struggling to deal with it. Once these reinforcements broke through the defense line and stepped into Tianmen Pass, the situation in Daxia would immediately become irreversible.

In the North Meng Camp, Fan Lingyue sat in a wheelchair and looked at Xiao Wanhua and a group of generals kneeling in front of him. After a long time, she sighed in her heart and said, "Get up."

Now it is the time to use people, and she cannot kill all the generals. This time, the heavy cavalry was defeated by a sect.

He really didn't disappoint her, and eventually became her most powerful enemy.

Now that the heavy cavalry is completely wiped out, it will take some effort to deal with the upcoming reinforcements of the barbarians.

"Abbot, there are two more requirements. After completing it, I will let you go free." Fan Lingyue glanced at the Buddha beside her and said calmly.

"Amitabha, I hope the donor keeps his word," said the abbot of Du'er Temple.

“That’s nature”

A coldness flashed across Fan Lingyue's eyes and replied.

King Haowu's camp, Ning Chen looked at the marching map and pondered for a long time, and slowly said, "The next step is that the Northern Mongolian target is 70% reinforcements from the Barbarians and 30% are the remaining Daxia imperial guards. We must bet once."

"Why aren't the cavalry in my hands? We have just defeated Bei Meng's heavy cavalry. We should be regarded as a thorn in our eyes," asked Xia Ziyi.

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "Shou is Fan Lingyue, she can see it better than anyone else. Although we defeated the Northern Meng heavy cavalry, our heavy cavalry was almost all lost, and the light cavalry also lost more than 7,000. The Daxia cavalry could not defeat the Northern Meng iron cavalry. This fact will not be changed because of this victory. Relatively speaking, the one who threatened the Northern Meng the most the most was the 100,000 reinforcements from the Barbarian Dynasty, and the remaining Daxia imperial guards."

Xia Ziyi nodded and said solemnly, "It's not easy to deal with. It's a huge threat to the abbot of Du'er Temple, a strong man who has surpassed the five tribulations."

Ning Chen turned around and came to the tent. Looking at Beimeng Camp in the distance, his eyes kept beating.

The current situation is indeed not optimistic. Today, the dean did not arrive in time, which means that he was restrained and could not leave the academy. Moreover, the Master would not interfere in these matters, and the senior was even missing. The combat power above the Five Tribulations of the Great Xia was completely at a disadvantage.

How terrible a powerful person with three disasters is? Only by personally experiencing the fact that thousands of troops are invincible and are a real monster.

Ning Chen turned around and asked, "You know more about Confucianism than me. Can you stop the abbot of Du'er Temple by relying on the four palm orders and the strongest members of Confucianism?"

"It can fight, but it takes time," Natsukoi replied.

"How long?" Ning Chen said in a voice.

"The longer the better, the better," said Xia Ziyi.

The Confucian Sect trapped the sky formation was passed down by the Master, and it was extremely exquisite. The longer the formation was set up, the stronger the power.

However, this formation also has limitations, which is that it takes time to cultivate the formation. When the formation is first opened, its power is relatively weak. It is not very difficult to trap a strong man of the level of the Buddha in the human world.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, it was really a big trouble.

Now that he does not have a Buddha-resisting weapon like the Blood-Striped Sword in his hand, it is absolutely impossible to be the match of the Buddha on earth. It is definitely not possible to fight head-on.

Ning Chen thought for a long time, walked to the table, wrote a letter, handed it to Xia Ziyi, and said, "Send someone to send him back to the palace as soon as possible."

Xia Ziyi frowned after reading the letter, but said nothing. She immediately walked out of the tent and handed the letter to the guard who was guarding the side, saying, "Send this letter back to the palace immediately."

"Yes" the personal guards took the order and left quickly.

It was getting late, so Ning Chen didn't stop for more and left in the ghost sedan chair.

In the Valley of Yuhua, there were thunderstorms, and the aura blocked by the realm was still extremely terrifying. The pressure spread out, making people feel fear that penetrated into the bone marrow.

"A bunch of waste"

The roar was shocking, and the earth was shaking, the valley was shaking, and huge rocks fell down one after another.

The woman in red dared not speak out, but lowered her head deeply and covered the expression on her face.

"The King of Disasters is angry. Fan Lingyue is strong and has strong people around her. If she wants to put him to death, if she cannot kill him with one blow, there are too many variables."

The middle-aged man in blue raised his head and spoke.

Within the realm, there was a silence. After a long time, the void fluctuated violently. A green arrow penetrated out of the realm and came to the Yuhua Valley.

"This is an amnesty arrow, which can help you. As for the bow, the Zhao family's bow was left in Dongzhou a long time ago. You can search with the sensing of this arrow. Remember, this time I don't want to hear the news of your failure again!"

"yes"

The middle-aged man in blue, the woman in red, and Xiao Pojun saluted respectfully and replied.

The three of them left with the Arrow of the Heaven. In the Netherworld, Ning Chen didn't know that the goal of Yuhua Valley had temporarily shifted to him, and he didn't know that the Broken Sorrow Bow in his hand was the one that the Zhao family left in the Eastern Region Shenzhou a long time ago.

When the disabled young man was dying, he mentioned the Zhao family, but Ning Chen didn't care. There was no Zhao family on the land of China, or in other words, there was no Zhao family that made him afraid of.

After Ning Chen returned to the underworld, he was thinking about how to deal with the abbot of Du'er Temple.

When night fell, Ning Chen left the underworld and headed towards several small towns far from everyone's sight.

He doesn't believe in anyone, he can only do this with his own hands.

In the distance, the army of barbarians was getting closer and closer, with a total of 100,000 coming in a vast magnitude, and when Daxia and Northern Mongolia were severely damaged, it seemed so huge.

In the Beimeng Camp, violent coughs kept coming from the handsome tent. In the tent, a weak figure sat in a wheelchair, covering his mouth with his right hand, but it was difficult to hide the blood flowing. The beautiful and gentle face was extremely pale at this moment, and it was hard to see a trace of blood again.

The bright red blood kept dripping on the blue skirt, dyeing the skirt and shirt, and dyeing the earth under the body.

The most wise man in heaven, the Northern Mongolian military advisor, the first person in nature from ancient times to the present, is finally about to reach the end of his life, just like a candlelight in a cold wind and rain, which may be extinguished at any time.

The war between Daxia and Northern Mongolia has been fought for too long. No matter who wins and who loses, it is always time to end.

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