Hope in the city is destroyed, and the mighty city will soon be gone!

Things can be saved!

Just break them!"

"Mr. Marquis, don't be impulsive! You should avoid the edge at this time..."

Before the deputy general could finish his words, he was whipped by the irritable Weihou. The old man's hair and beard were flying, and his whole body was trembling. Under the night, he shouted loudly in a desperate tone:

"Yanjing! I just need Yanjing! Take it down and everything will be saved! If you don't understand, you don't understand at all! Send soldiers! Immediately!"

The deputy general dared not persuade him again.

But he was about to give the order when he saw a ray of white light flashing in the night ahead.

"boom"

A loud bang came.

The terrifying cold air broke out in the center of the Bai Zhan Army. In just a moment, it frozen most of the small towns, and the white cold air wrapped around the night battlefield.

Wait until the cold mist dissipates.

Hundreds of people were frozen on the hillside by the cold air.

The entire vanguard formation of the Hundred Battles Army was divided into two by this terrifying blow.

Everyone in Yanjing City was stunned by the blow.

In today's world, there is only one person who can create such a situation with himself.

But he is dead!

The man is obviously dead!

Zhao Lian under the city and Yelu Jienan on the city also felt a chill of fear in his heart. Could it be that the dead man crawled out of the grave because of his extreme reluctance?

"Let's finish it without life."

Seeing the witch-sharing technique that was frozen for thousands of miles erupting in the dark, Zhang Chu waved his hand and said something to the evil sword master beside him.

The next moment, a red light also swept into the battlefield with the cold air.

The nearly a hundred feet of blood sea illusion was swung up with the magic sword, and the fierce and domineering offensive of the Bai Zhan Army was also interrupted by this move.

The sea of ​​blood is shrouded, and even the soldiers who only have the intention of fighting in their hearts will be impacted by the sea of ​​blood.

But the Seven Demon Soldiers, which are extremely far away, are not affected.

Suppress, fight back.

Under Zhao Lian's nose, in less than a stick of incense, the vanguard of the Hundred Battles was already penetrated by the evil soldiers like black tides, and the entire formation was broken.

The old man looked at this scene.

His fingers were trembling because of anger, unwillingness, and missing opportunities.

No chance...

It's just a little bit short of winning.

That's just a little bit.

"Thief!"

The night before Zhao Lian and the scene in front of him seemed to have become no longer real at this moment, just like a dizzy sky, something was restless in his body and could no longer be suppressed.

A heat flow flowed straight into the mouth along the throat.

It was a fishy and sweet smell.

I was defeated.

I have also lost before, but I can always make a comeback.

This time, it's different.

No more chance.

"Can't fall."

The old man was shaking, trying to hold the reins tightly and stabilize his body, but he could still hold the fingers of the blade tightly, but at this moment he was extremely weak.

Soft and unsupported.

"I can't fall yet..."

He whispered.

In the unreal dizziness, the old man raised his head and looked at the sky. The night had already arrived, and a cold moon hung in the sky, as if it was sarcastic and as if it was pity.

Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations.

"retreat."

When the deputy general heard the command of infinite loneliness, the sound seemed to come from the Yellow Springs. When he raised his head, he saw a ray of blood spurting out of Weihou's mouth. The warm blood splashed his head and face.

And the old man who has already used himself as his backer to support the national destiny of the South for more than 20 years.

The old man who was regarded as a symbol of some kind by all the soldiers in the South.

That stubborn man, who beat the right and wrong village, won the battle at Caishiji, and went to the meeting with a generous single sword, seemed to be an old man who would never be defeated.

It just shook and fell off the war horse.

He is still alive.

pity.

My heart is dead.

It was like a scarred mountain that collapsed in this cold night in Yanjing.

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The Southern Army retreated.

Overnight, thousands of corpses were left behind and retreated thirty miles away under the entanglement of the Hundred Battle Army.

The soldiers of the Northern Army on the city wall were like melon-eating crowds. Looking at the fantasy scene in front of them, the siege of Yanjing was lifted, but it was not lifted by the northerners' own army.

Everyone, including Wanyan Mu, who had left his suicide note, was ready to die, and Cheng Fengzi, who had opened his mouth from beginning to end.

Everyone looked stunned, as if they were in a dream.

Except Yelu Jienan.

This result was as expected, but something seemed to have made some minor mistakes.

"I am here to save the Lord, and I hope the king will atone for his sins."

The national teacher, who was always extremely arrogant in his memory, had been announced to die for more than half a year. The national master, who had no bones, was happy. He was covered in cold air, but had a gentle face and knelt in front of the small king.

It’s not pretending, but really kneeling down and worshiping like a provoked person.

The little king's eyes stayed on this man for a few breaths. He felt keenly that although he was still happy, it seemed that he was not.

Some things that were hard to explain and unknown took root in him.

Behind him, Zhang Chu, dressed in black, still maintained the gentle smile in Yelu Jienan's memory. Seeing the king raise his head and look at him, Zhang Chu's smile became more and more gentle.

He reached out to Yelu Jienan and said:

"Don't worry, as long as I'm in the Seven Quarter, the northern country will be as stable as Mount Tai. However, Zhang has something unknown."

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and asked:

"Does the king of the country have the ambition to attack the world?"

Yelu Jienan looked at the hand that Zhang Chu reached in front of him. As if he was relieved, he stretched his waist, stretched his body, and reached out to hold Zhang Chu for success.

Show the pure smile that a fifteen-year-old child should have.

He blinked and said:

"This is too troublesome, I can't do it. If anyone is trustworthy, I will definitely help you."

"It just so happens that our country lacks a national teacher now. I am happy that the leader of the school has not recovered from his serious injury and needs a good rest. I don't know that Master Zhang is willing to surrender to him?

In the past few months, the state has been working hard, which has really made the orphan tired.
Chapter completed!