The blue and red were parallel, intertwining a brilliant rainbow light, intersecting and circling, directly attacking the only two acupuncture points in front of Wu Jun without sword marks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The two swords break through the double holes, and after this sword, the second sea of qi that Wu Jun is not known to the world will finally appear in the world.

The sword light followed, there was no avoidance, there was no retreat, and it was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Wu Jun ignored the green sword, the sky was desolate, and he blocked the red sword with all his strength, and the next moment, the blue sword that was ignored passed through his body, bringing out a gorgeous blood flower.

"Knort"

There was a piercing collision sound, and the moment the sword and the halberd collided, the red sword flew and the halberd trembled.

Prince Yan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and in the midst of his rapid sweep, the sand sword quickly condensed in his hand, turning into the thinnest sword in the world.

The moment the halberd trembled and deviated, the sand sword grazed the body of the Heavenly Desolation, and a sword pierced two inches into Wu Jun's heart.

"Ugh"

The sand sword entered the body, Wu Jun snorted, took half a step back, his mouth overflowed with red, and his immortal body was finally broken.

"Drink" Wu Jun let out a deep sigh, endured the severe pain in his heart, flipped his left palm, and made a tough reply.

There was a loud bang, and the two bumped hard, and Prince Yan was swept out for more than ten zhang, and after he landed, a trace of blood quietly slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh" On the other side, Wu Jun took two steps back, and the aura around him was violently messy, and the true qi rushed and scattered from the sea of destroyed qi.

Since the Great War, it has been the first time that the defeat has been revealed.

In front of the two armies, the three generals and the Kaixuan Hou were stunned, and then they seemed to think of something, and their expressions changed instantly.

Wu Jun is going to be defeated!

The sand sword scattered, turning into a streamer and submerging into the sword frame, and on Wujun's chest, blood overflowed, which was extremely dazzling.

"The legend of Great Xia, worthy of its name, come again!"

Wu Jun stepped on his feet, opened his mouth and laughed heartily, his arrogance was undiminished, the blood flow did not stop, the halberd led the sky to thunder, and the divine power shook the eight wildernesses.

Prince Yan was preoccupied, and he was not careless at all because of breaking the sea of martial arts.

He never thought that Wu Jun would be defeated so easily, there are five Three Tribulation Realms in the world, except for the legend of the Eternal Night God Sect that has never appeared, among the remaining four, Wu Jun is the first person who deserves to be.

can sit in the first position in the world, and it is impossible to rely on just an immortal body.

There is also a Buddha in the world, but unfortunately, he is the weakest one.

The green sword trembled and flew back into Prince Yan's hand, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and at this moment, even the earth began to freeze, and the white world spread, turning into a world of ice crystals.

Heaven and earth condensed, all things were like death, and in the silent world, all sounds disappeared, only the sound of swords and people.

The next moment, thunder descended from the Nine Heavens, breaking the silent scene, and the thunder sea rushed, like a thousand birds hissing, rapidly disintegrating the ice and snow world.

The halberd that was cut off was blocked by the green sword, and under the feet of the two people, the ground sank three feet and collapsed again.

Wujun made a bold move, shocking the world, and the green sword trembled violently, as if there was a mournful sound.

Hearing the breath of the sword, Prince Yan's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he withdrew ten zhang away.

"This is the end of the war"

With a wave of his hand, the green sword returned, and the sword frame disappeared and fell in front of Aman.

"Aman, let's go!" Prince Yan's figure flashed, came to him, and said lightly.

Ah Man's eyes widened, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what was going on.

In the middle of the battlefield, Wu Jun frowned, but he didn't stop him.

Ah Man stupidly carried the sword frame on his back and followed, and the Marquis of Triumph and Wu Jun also had to order the troops to retreat and return to the camp.

"Senior, have you won?" asked Aman curiously.

"No," Prince Yan shook his head.

"Ah, I lost" Ah Man was a little disappointed.

"I didn't lose either," Prince Yan shook his head again and said.

"Is that a draw?" said Man with certainty this time.

Prince Yan smiled and said, "No, it's not over."

"Ah, oh" Ah Man was surprised at first, and then replied clearly, if you don't fight, don't fight, it's right not to fight.

The two stayed in the camp of the Blackwater Army for a short time, and left on the same day, and after asking the reason, the Marquis of Kaixuan did not stay any longer, and watched the two leave.

Although this battle was not finished, at least the location of the second dantian qi sea was determined, leaving hope for defeating Wujun in the future.

"Senior, where are we going" Ah Man walked a few steps, was pulled down, and then trotted a few steps to follow.

"Confucian" Prince Yan walked in front and spoke.

"What are you doing in Confucianism?" Ah Man didn't know anything about Confucianism, but he still asked curiously.

"Mend the sword," Prince Yan said calmly.

Wu Jun is indeed very strong, and he still has hole cards left unused, he doesn't know if he can win or not, but he knows very well that if he continues to fight, the green sword will definitely break.

The blue and red swords are swords, and if one is broken, the other will quickly lose its spirituality.

The battle situation is changeable, any sword is very important, and it is almost impossible to defeat Wujun without using the green sword on purpose.

Fortunately, what Ning Chen asked him to do, he completed.

A day later, in the underworld, Ning Chen walked out and swept towards the northern battlefield.

In the camp of the Bloody Marquis, Ning Chen appeared, which surprised the Bloody Marquis who was watching the secret report of the spies in the tent.

The figure in front of him was so familiar, except for the face that had not seen the sun for a long time and looked slightly pale, everything else had not changed from the past.

"Master Hou, long time no see" Ning Chen opened his mouth and greeted with a chuckle.

"You're really alive," Bloody-Cloaked Hou sighed as he came back to his senses.

Hearing what others say and seeing it with his own eyes are two different things, and now that he sees Ning Chen himself, he finally believes this fact.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two brought the topic to the war between Northern Mongolia and Great Xia.

Ning Chen listened to the story of the Bloody Marquis, his expression became more and more solemn, and the situation was far more troublesome than he imagined.

I thought that when the northern wheat grain was ripe, I designed to force the Northern Mongolian army to the southeast of Great Xia, and in the future, I could take advantage of the terrain to slow down the pace of the Northern Mongolian army to the south, but I didn't expect to be seen through by Fan Lingyue, and instead of the Great Xia army.

Now that Beimeng has broken out of the encirclement, all the way is like a bamboo, unstoppable, making Daxia embarrassed.

Ning Chen took two steps forward, looked at the marching map, and was silent for a long time.

It is now the middle of July, which should be the rainiest time of the year, but there is not much rain in the north of Daxia this year, which also provides a lot of convenient conditions for the invasion of northern Mongolia and south.

Even God is not on the side of Great Xia, and it is really not so easy for Great Xia to recover the decline.

"How far are we from Beimeng?" Ning Chen asked

"A day and a half of travel, but I can't stop the Northern Mongolian army with my troops alone," replied the Bloody Marquis.

No matter how strong the combat power of the forbidden army is, it is impossible to resist the Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry on the plain, and there is too much difference in maneuverability.

"Speed up the march, there should be reinforcements coming soon," Ning Chen said slowly.

In the western battlefield, no matter what the result of the battle between the predecessors and Wujun is, Wujun will be not lightly injured, without Wujun's Divine Cult army, the threat will be greatly reduced, with the Triumphant Marquis and the Heishui Army in charge, it is enough to deter, and the reinforcements sent to the west before can be rerouted to the north to support the more urgent northern battlefield.

The battle report from the west should have arrived in Xia Mingri, and now wait for the reinforcements from the west to arrive soon.

"What's going on," Bloody Hou said with a solemn face.

Ning Chen briefly told Prince Yan about his westward journey, and his predecessor said that he needed to do some things first, and it would take about a month to pass.

Calculate the time, and it's about the same now.

"Sure"

Blood-clothed Hou Zhengse asked, he was not familiar with Prince Yan, he had only heard some past stories, but Wu Jun was the real number one in the world, it was hard to believe that Prince Yan could have the strength to fight with Wu Jun.

"Yes, don't worry," Ning Chen nodded.

"Okay, I'll make a bet with you," Bloody Hou immediately decided.

Now there is no other way, if you follow the step-by-step process, Great Xia will only lose step by step, it is better to gamble once.

If it is true as Ning Chen said, reinforcements will arrive soon, and if he suddenly follows here, it should bring unexpected surprises to the Northern Mongolian army.

No matter how powerful that military advisor is, it is impossible to anticipate the enemy in everything.

The two discussed the details carefully, the Bloody Marquis was a battle-hardened general, and his grasp of the details was not comparable to Ning Chen.

Most of the time, Ning Chen was listening to the Bloody Marquis, and when he was sure that it was not appropriate, he would interject a sentence and briefly say what he thought.

Whenever this happens, the Bloody Marquis will think for a long time and carefully consider the former's suggestion.

Most of Ning Chen's thoughts are very special, very out of thinking, which makes the Bloody Clothes Hou feel indescribable, very awkward, think about it carefully, but it is not unreasonable.

The tactical ideas of the two worlds are the same but different, through Ning Chen and Xueyihou, on this night, they constantly collide.

Tactics are never perfect, so the two discussed for most of the night, constantly vetoing and being vetoed.

Seeing that it was not early, Ning Chen glanced at the sky outside the tent and said, "Jingwu Gong's side, please ask Lord Hou to send a letter to inform me, and I will leave first."

"You're not staying?" asked the Blood-Clad Marquis.

"Master Hou doesn't know, I can't see the light" Ning Chen pointed to the sky in the east and said with a smile.

The Bloody Marquis was stunned for a moment, and then sighed deeply, how could he not know that on that day, the whole world saw it clearly, and when he saw him coming, he thought that the matter had been resolved.

"Master Hou doesn't need to be sad, it's a blessing for Ning Chen to survive, and he can't ask for too much" After speaking, Ning Chen hugged his fists and saluted, "Okay, I won't say much goodbye, there will be a period later"

Ning Chen left, and the Bloody Marquis walked out of the tent, looking at the former's disappearing figure, silent.

Da Xia owes him a lot of money, and he can't pay it back.

For the sake of this Great Xia, the Knowing Destiny Hou gave up his life, emotions, reputation, and everything, except for the very few people who knew the truth, the people of Great Xia regarded the Knowing Destiny Hou as an executioner and a symbol of evil.

The people are ignorant, but they can't give up because of this, as a martial marquis, they want to protect this country and millions of people, there is no excuse.

The glory of Wuhou is that for thousands of years, generations of ancestors have exchanged for blood, and he, Kaixuan Hou, Zhiming Hou and other seven contemporary Wuhou are walking on this road until death.

(ps: It's thundering and raining outside, there is a power outage around, and it took a long time to find an Internet café with electricity, and I quickly came up to code a chapter, and the keyboard of the Internet café is very unaccustomed, so the update is a little late, sorry!)