Chapter Twenty-Eight: The First Battle

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Noon!

The sun is shining, a hundred miles east of Yujing City, there is a hundred-zhang hill, full of red plants, many plants are also hung with red fruits, fruitful.

Early in the morning, the surrounding hill was already full of people.

They all have extraordinary cultivation, suspended in mid-air, waiting quietly, without any impatience, because this is a battle of honor after hundreds of years.

"Lin Zhan is here!"

Suddenly, a young man pointed to the hill and said loudly.

The onlookers looked sideways and found a young man in a black robe, carrying a spear, steadily climbing the hill.

His face was expressionless, exuding an icy aura, and many flowers and plants withered along the way.

"Yuan Infant ......"

"Such a powerful cultivator, depending on his age, he is only a teenager!"

"It's incredible, the younger generation of the empire is still hiding such a pride, I'm really curious that the descendants of that family are so good. ”

A burst of exclamations came from the crowd of onlookers, and many people were full of surprise, and their pupils shrank sharply.

You can imagine the excitement in their hearts.

You must know that cultivation is not easy, and one realm is one to the sky.

can break through the golden pill before the age of twenty, which can be called a genius.

In reality, most people are only after the age of twenty before they can break through the golden pill, which is not bad, and even worse, they have not been able to break through the golden pill in their entire life.

So, what does it mean to break through the Yuan Infant before the age of twenty?

Tianjiao!

Only when the times change, will the young geniuses appear, and their future is destined to be extraordinary.

Of course, above Tianjiao, there is also a kind of genius called Gaishi Tianjiao.

For example...... Yu Shaoxian.

But this kind of person is even rarer, looking at the Endless Continent, so far, there is only one person.

"Young Tianjiao, can His Highness defeat it?"

Many onlookers who were loyal to the empire were secretly worried, their faces were sad, and it was conceivable that if Yu Shaojun was defeated, the face of the empire would be lost.

The young monarch is the crown prince, carrying the fortune of the country and the foundation of the country.

If the first war is lost and the news is transmitted, the people's will will be unstable and affect the fortunes of the country.

"Your Royal Highness, you must succeed!"

But the matter has come to this, and everyone can only sigh in their hearts, with a little sorrow and uneasiness, and continue to wait.

Near noon, a convoy of luxury vehicles sped down the hill.

The onlookers' eyes lit up.

Lin Zhan, who climbed to the top of the mountain, stared at him, revealing a trace of war.

Yu Shaojun walked out of the carriage, looked up at the hill, took a light breath and said, "What a strong smell of blood." ”

Behind him, a middle-aged swordsman walked out, holding a pot of wine in his hand and a pot of wine hanging from his waist, looking ahead, and said with drunken eyes: "The resentment accumulated over ten thousand years, lord, your ancestors are not easy......

Yu Shaojun nodded.

He knew that the strangely colored mountain in front of him was the same as the rest of the mountains tens of thousands of years ago, with black soil, green trees, and bright petals......

But.

After the birth of the first generation of young monarchs of the Central Empire, everything changed.

This ordinary-looking hill has become a battlefield.

One person, the heroes of the world.

In every battle, a man fell, and the red plant was stained red with blood.

"Honor Hill ......"

"Today, the honor of Hongu ......"

Seeing that noon was approaching, Yu Shaojun tidied up his clothes, and his powerful aura suddenly broke his body.

In the next breath, his figure has appeared on the top of the mountain.

"Lin Zhan, please advise!"

Lin Zhan clenched his spear, his face was solemn, and he felt a sense of danger in Yu Shaojun.

For the first time in the face of the younger generation, he felt this way.

The spear qi was sharp, tearing through the void, and the waves generated caused a strong wind that blew the surrounding blood trees.

The smell of blood lingering on the mountain spread to all sides, like a blood-colored dragon, watching the onlookers tremble.

How many people would have to die to condense so much blood.

"Are you a citizen of the Empire?"

Yu Shaojun pulled out his sword and asked.

The ruthless sword intent was all over the place, like a protective shield, protecting him in the middle and expelling the blood and evil qi that was scattering.

"Where I belong, I belong to the strong!"

Lin Zhan said indifferently, thinking that he is a genius, he has this arrogance, and rarely surrenders to one party's forces.

They worship the strong, despise authority, advocate force, and establish their own domination of the world in their own way.

Therefore, in every troubled era, there will be countless forces that will dissipate, and there will be countless forces that will rise.

Genius, Tianjiao, Tianjiao, leading the future.

"It's a pity, a generation of Tianjiao ......"

Yu Shaojun shook his head regretfully, Tianjiao is not uncommon, they are all rare protected animals.

It seems that today, he is going to kill Tianjiao Liwei with his own hands!

"Let's shoot!"

When the words fell, Lin Zhan's eyes were like torches, and he took the lead in attacking, and the spear broke through the air, forming a phantom in the sky, like a big mountain, with the power of destruction, pressing towards Yu Shaojun.

Which trees that have grown for hundreds of years, like papier-mâché, are uprooted and smashed down the mountain.

A burst of flying sand and rocks.

The Mountain of Honor was trembling, showing signs of collapse.

But fortunately, tens of thousands of years ago, this mountain was arranged with a formation that could resist the attacks of the powerful people who crossed the catastrophe.

Golden lines, shining.

The swaying hill became steady without the slightest turmoil.

"Drink ......"

Lin Zhan shouted, brandished his spear, and fell heavily with the momentum of ten thousand jun.

For a moment, it was as if heaven and earth were separated.

Yu Shaojun looked at the attack, his clothes rattled, and his black hair flew all over his head, as if he was scared stupid, and he didn't move.

Only eyes, no panic, no fear.

Yes, it's just calm, like a pool of water, bottomless.

"Ruthless sword, extermination!"

Just when Lin Zhan's attack was only a zhang away from Yu Shaojun, Yu Shaojun moved.

The sword aura is like a terrifying dragon, and the dawn pierces the sky.

This sword, with a sharp edge, carries a forest cold killing that seems to have passed through ten thousand years.

In a trance, dozens of generations of young monarchs in the past were shouting and killing.

The blood is murmuring, and the ruthless artistic conception fills the mountaintops.

With just one sword, the momentum created by the spear shattered.

Lin Zhan's face turned slightly pale, and he hurriedly retreated, standing on a stone, his face sinking like water.

Drops of blood, flowing out of the tiger's mouth, stained the handle of the gun red.

"You're still too weak. ”

Yu Shaojun stepped forward, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lin Zhan, Sen Sen's killing machine, and locked on the latter's body.

"Impossible, Broken Gun!"

Lin Zhan roared, his face was hideous, his body emitted a red mist, and his combat power suddenly strengthened several times, like a meteor, breaking out of the sky.

Yu Shaojun wanted to kill him.

He also has the heart to kill Yu Shaojun.

The next moment......

Blood splatters.

Between the lightning and flint, more than a dozen blood marks appeared on Lin Zhan's body, and in a few breaths, he was dyed into a bloody man.

"Say, Who is he who commands you?"

Yu Shaojun's sword was against Lin Zhan's neck, and after a round of fighting, his clothes were not wrinkled.

"The winner is king, the loser is ......"

Lin Zhan glared at him and laughed miserably: "Yu Shaojun, you will come to accompany me." ”

"Then you just wait underground!"

Yu Shaojun flashed angrily, raised his sword, and was just about to draw out.

"Your Royal Highness, please stop......"