The general who came from the imperial capital in a building ship warship was named Zhang Ti'er, a rather civilized name.

Zhang Tier was born in a family of military generals, and his ancestors had made great achievements in that era of dividing the territory and dividing the territory, and the ancestor of the Zhang family who took advantage of the general trend also led the family to become a hot and powerful family at that time.

As the so-called heroes don't ask where they come from, especially in the era of war and chaos, if they can lead their troops to win battles, they will inevitably climb up from the general trend.

However, that period of swords did not last long, and it ushered in a prosperous situation of a hundred wastes waiting to be revived, so since the end of the reclamation of the territory, the powerful family has declined, and the precious martial arts bloodline and bones in the entire family seem to have been overdrawn by the ancestor, and since then there has never been a soldier monk in the Zhang family who can smack his martial arts attainments.

It wasn't until the appearance of Zhang Tier that this gradually withering family recovered some vitality.

Zhang Tier's appearance is actually an unexpected thing, the reason why the family gave him such a literary name is precisely because he once found a master to deduce the family's martial arts has been irretrievable, and now the prosperous world is peaceful, it is difficult for the military generals to make a difference, and the literati are swaying, so the family must make a choice if they want to be reborn.

Therefore, Zhang Tier, the name that carries the hope of the family, was born.

For example, today's general trend, even people who don't know the art of derivation can see it clearly, the entire empire is a trend of the decline of martial arts and the rise of cultural movement.

But God made a joke on this family, just when this family wanted to completely cut off the martial arts and strive to win the cultural movement, this Zhang Tier, who was entrusted by the family with important tasks in the cultural movement, unusually condensed a body of martial arts that was difficult to find for a hundred years.

When Zhang Tier's martial arts first appeared, this family could be described as a mixed blessing. The good thing is that this long-lost martial arts has finally reappeared, and the worry is that this martial arts has appeared too out of place, and it can even be said that it is against the current trend.

Today, the cultural movement is the mainstream.

There is a limit to the amount of luck that a region can carry, and when the threshold is reached, there will be a saturation period. So according to this law, when the literary fortune is prosperous, there will inevitably be other declines.

And from the evolution of history, it can be concluded that in the decline of luck, martial luck must bear the brunt.

In the troubled times, peerless celebrities emerged one after another, literati fled in a hurry in the war, the martial arts prospered, and the literary movement inevitably declined.

In the heyday of the era, there were many seeds of reading like grass mustard, and the Taiping poems lingered in the ears of the martial arts, and the literary movement prospered, and the martial arts movement inevitably withered.

Since ancient times, civil and military luck has been like the ebb and flow of the tide, rising and falling in the long river of history, and can coexist, but it will never live in peace.

Just like the dispute between mountains and rivers, the luck of the same origin and different veins will also compete for cannibalism.

With Zhang Ti'er walking on the road of the military family's martial arts, the consequences of the old warlock who came from the Daomen and had been promoted for the Zhang family can be imagined, even if he came from the national religion, he still failed to save his life, and was directly beaten into mud by Zhang Ti'er with a rich martial arts.

Zhang Tier, whose name is extremely civilized, hates readers the most in his life, in addition to the potential civil and military disputes, and his unruly personality is the most unaccustomed to a group of readers who can only speak their tongues.

In the entire empire, how many scholars dare to fight him head-on?!

Handful!

Zhang Ti'er took her eyes off Yin Hong, and the faint sense of oppression disappeared in an instant. He set his eyes on this piece of heaven and earth again, although this piece of heaven and earth was full of gloomy aura, but it did not have the slightest suppressive effect on his combat power, but there was a sense of heartiness in it.

The soldier monk is in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, like a wanderer returning to his hometown, if he sits in it, he can increase his combat power invisibly.

And he is very familiar with the ruins of the ancient battlefield, in these years, in the imperial capital, several treacherous ancient battlefields have been swept away by him alone, whether it is the objects left over from the ancient war, or the remnants of the military luck in the ruins, all of them are in his pocket.

At this time, the group of martial arts puppets behind him were all from the ancient battlefields he had swept.

But this living ancient battlefield site is the only one he has seen in his life, Zhang Tier has long heard of this "resort", but the royal family has always strictly forbidden him, and the ancient battlefield within the territory of the empire is free for him to come and go, and the opportunity is also at his disposal, but only this ancient battlefield, there is no room for negotiation.

However, he was favored by luck, and finally came to this "resort" that he was fascinated by.

After he heard that there was an abnormality in Red Candle Town, he took the initiative to invite Ying to come to quell the rebellion, and the family side also used 12 points of strength this time to ensure that he could take this precious counterinsurgency order from the many general candidates.

On the royal side, in view of Zhang Tier's experience in going deep into the ancient battlefield site alone many times, he dared to entrust such a heavy burden to him.

Zhang Ti'er retracted his gaze, lifted the halberd inserted in the mountain stone beside him, his face became solemn, and on the way to hurry, the royal family and the family told him all the essence of Red Candle Town as if they were turning over bad accounts, and repeatedly told him not to underestimate the enemy.

After he had read the pile of secret letters that were as thick as ancient books, even if the royal family and family did not have any advice, he did not dare to have the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy.

This famous general of the former dynasty who has been hiding in the town for more than 100 years is the strongest opponent he has encountered so far.

If it weren't for the ruins of this ancient battlefield, after reading the pile of secret letters, he would have immediately ordered the class to return to the court.

But this ancient battlefield site is extremely important to him, in addition to being extremely coveted, the martial arts puppets under his command are also very suitable for this ancient battlefield, in the ancient battlefield ruins, those martial arts puppets who are fighting in array can always maintain the peak combat power that will not decay.

There was another factor that drove him to come here in danger, and that was Yin Hong's strong martial arts in the former dynasty.

The purpose of his trip was twofold, one was to refine the ruins of this ancient battlefield and engrave it on an armor. The second is to devour Yin Hong's peerless body and the only remnant of the martial arts of the previous dynasty.

Since the revelation of Wu Yun, luck has always been on his side, so he also bets that luck is also on his side this time.

After Zhang Ti'er lifted the halberd, he pulled open his frame, and a body of spiritual power swept out, he held the halberd weighing ten thousand pounds, looked at Yin Hong again, and said, "Please teach your seniors." ”

Yin Hong looked at him indifferently, and said, "The halberd is good, comparable to Tu Cheng. ”

Zhang Ti'er didn't answer, stomped on the mountain with the soles of his feet, and roared out.

This general knows that in today's battle, it will not be the weapons in the hands of the two sides that will determine the outcome of today's battle, nor will it be the puppet legions under their respective commands, the only thing that can determine the trend is this ancient battlefield site, whoever controls the territory first will have an absolute advantage.

Almost at the same time, Yin Hong also sacrificed to slaughter the city, and a steaming spear drew a dazzling red in the dark night sky, stabbing towards Zhang Ti'er like a burning blood line.

The originally atmospheric body of the gun was pulled apart in the night sky at this time, and it actually looked a little delicate and detailed.

Halfway through, when he was about to surpass the slaughter city, Yin Hong suddenly stretched out a hand, held the slaughter city, and in just an instant, he bowed down and threw the blood spear out, this blood-colored slaughter city seemed to penetrate the space, only pulling out a bright red fiber like red silk in mid-air.

Zhang Ti'er's eyes were locked on the somewhat illusory blood spear, and when the blood spear was still dozens of zhang away from him, he suddenly swung the halberd in his hand diagonally.

Impartial.

The moment the halberd was swung, the bloody spear arrived as promised, colliding with the halberd.

The blood spear was spun back by the bullet, and the speed of rotation was so fast that it had formed a circle of blood wheels, and at this time, the blood spear seemed to have turned into a dripping and spinning blood drop in an instant.

After Zhang Tier swung the halberd and bounced off the fatal shot, his body was also swept backwards by the impact transmitted from the blood gun.

The impact of the slaughter was too strong, and it directly knocked Zhang Tier back a few feet.

With just one move, Yin Hong turned passive into active, and the forward-swept figure took the blood spear that was ejected, and his figure was just a stagnant, and the next moment, after unloading the power from the blood spear, the figure almost pulled out a golden body remnant, and raised the gun and smashed it straight down towards Zhang Ti'er.

Because Yin Hong's speed was too fast, the posture of his gun was still frozen hundreds of zhang away like the picture of a tiger and a tiger on the mighty gold plastic relief, and the next moment when his figure resurfaced, it was already above Zhang Tier's head, and the cold tip of the spear was stabbing at the defenseless Zhang Tier.

A dazzling golden light reflected in Zhang Ti'er's pupils, and the slaughter city with thick blood pierced the air flow and set off a sharp whirlwind, which whirled like an invisible short dagger and a small sword, scraping down wantonly.

In the face of the fierce bayonet spear as fierce as a blood snake preying on prey, Zhang Ti'er's face was still calm, he shook the halberd in his hand, and used the halberd blade to resist the tip of the spear, while his body quickly retreated.

The spear filled with a rich bloody aura did not give up, and in an instant, it slammed into the halberd blade.

The overly violent force flowed down the body of the spear, rolling like a tidal wave that swallowed the sky and poured down on the halberd.

Then I saw a magnificent scene.

Yin Hong held the gun in his hand, chiseled on the blade of the halberd, and the bulging muscles on his arms were like golden bumps.

After the blood spear landed on the blade of the halberd, it froze in the posture of the spear chisel halberd, and the blood qi was like a grenade swept away by the wind, and the brilliant gold armor stretched forward in the air like broken gold sprinkled by the gods.

At this time, both of them tried their best to knock each other away, but the strength of both sides was strangely maintained at a level of equal strength, and after the relative forces on the guns and halberds canceled each other, there was no extra strength.

Because of the huge impact carried by Yin Hong, they floated towards the outside of Red Candle Town, like painted stone sculptures drifting along the calm current.

And Yin Hong and Zhang Tier are lifelike paintings on the stone carvings.

The two of them floated out hundreds of zhang, after Zhang Tier adapted to the impact force, after quietly pinching some strength in his heart, he clenched the wrist of the halberd and turned slightly, the halberd shifted by force, and because the blood gun lost its fulcrum, Yin Hong's whole body slid out of the side against Zhang Tier, and the sliding body was like a flutter in the air without warning.

Zhang Tier's seemingly perfect solution was actually expected by Yin Hong for a long time.

The reason why the two of them were able to slide like sculptures for so long was not that Zhang Tier grasped the critical point of the two sides' forces, but that when the blood gun hit the halberd blade, Yin Hong had already accurately found the critical point, at the moment of impact, it was necessary to ensure that Zhang Tier was not bounced away, and to ensure that he could perfectly dock with Zhang Tier's upside down speed, even an arithmetic could not grasp this critical point, but Yin Hong did it in an instant.

From beginning to end, it was not Zhang Ti'er who was dealing with Yin Hong's impact, but Yin Hong's deliberate ability to adapt to Zhang Tier's endurance.

After a short confrontation, Zhang Tier also noticed something unusual, at the moment when the two blades collided, no matter how Zhang Tier exerted his strength, the other party could always just come out with the matching strength, just like pushing the wall with your hand, no matter how hard you worked, the other party would not move at all.

Zhang Ti'er knew that something was wrong, so he turned the halberd with his backhand, wanting to get rid of this terrible attack that followed him by unloading the force.

But he was fooled, and Yin Hong was waiting for him to unload.

At the moment when Zhang Ti'er unloaded his strength and made a mistake with him, Yin Hong, who had already quietly brewed a trace of essence power in his left hand, could just give him a punch.

The attack power of this punch brewed by Yin Hong is no worse than the spear in his hand, you must know that in addition to being a soldier monk, he is also a body refiner!

Yin Hong seized the fleeting opportunity, clenched his left hand into a fist, and in the staggered moment, a punch slammed into Zhang Tier's heart.

The two staggered.

Zhang Tier was beaten and flew out diagonally.

Zhang Ti'er, who was hit by a dark fist, slipped far away to stabilize his body, he wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a broken heart shield from his heart.

Fortunately, this punch was aimed at his heart, if it was aimed at the ribs, his abdomen should have been pulled out by Yin Hong at this time.

Zhang Ti'er casually threw away the broken heart goggles that were densely covered with talismans and seals, looked at the sinister and vicious Yin Hong coldly, and tore off the equally broken armor on his body piece by piece.

Then I saw thousands of strands of black threads like pitch-black swords swimming out of Zhang Tier's body surface, and between breaths, a scene of dense black lines like ink fountains popping out of the gauze appeared.

Yin Hong's eyes froze.

Hundred Ghost Runes?!

The black lines as black as soul silk were like tentacles like ghost hands, and they actually climbed up along Zhang Ti'er's body bones, like wild creeper vines. When the swimming black thread touched Zhang Tier's flesh and skin, the speed of the swim became even faster, along the skin, embedded in the flesh and blood, forming dense talisman patterns, at this time Zhang Tier's fair face has been replaced by a cloud of silk threads like candle smoke, which looks like criss-crossing tattoo veins.

After the talisman pattern was condensed into armor, Zhang Tier's original fierce aura was also annihilated in an instant, replaced by a rich and sinister aura like a demon asking for his life.

Zhang Ti'er urged the ghost to study the ink, and behind the talisman with the bottom of the body, the momentum of the body slowly climbed, and the majestic stirring was like a tide.

His wrinkled face became hideous, as if the black lines were tightening his flesh.

In just one round, Yin Hong broke his armor and the heart shield worth 10,000 gold, and the other party did not use any strong means, obviously in the fight between the two, he fell into a disadvantage.

Yin Hong's experience and means are far beyond Zhang Tier's expectations, and the next battle is even more dangerous, it is not an exaggeration to describe life and death as only a line apart, so when the battle between the two entered the white heat, Zhang Tier was not sure if he could sacrifice a hundred ghost runes in an instant, and it was always right to prevent it from happening.

If you choose between exposing the pressure box means and protecting your life, Zhang Tier will not hesitate to choose the latter, her life is gone, what is the use of leaving more pressure box means?

What's more, the sooner this Hundred Ghost Rune is sacrificed, the more powerful it will be for him to compete for the right to sit on the ancient battlefield site next.

If you want to cross the river, you need to build a bridge first.

As for Yin Hong, Zhang Ti'er knows a lot from the secret letters sent by the royal family and family, and there are actually inextricable contradictions between him and the living ancient battlefield site of Red Candle Town, and the source of these contradictions comes from his method of one-in-one and dual cultivation.

And the most direct embodiment of this contradiction is that he Yin Hong has never wanted to refine the ancient battlefield ruins in his life, especially the living, super ancient battlefield ruins like Red Candle Town, even if he is in it, he will be suppressed by the ancient battlefield.

That's why he's been here for seven hundred years and still hasn't refined Red Candle Town.

Moreover, the stronger the means used by Yin Hong, the greater the suppression of him by the ancient battlefield ruins.

The reason is actually very simple, or because this famous general of the former dynasty who first took the path of refining the body, and later turned to the military monk, was too greedy and insufficient, and after switching to the soldier, he was reluctant to have a strong physique, still retained the skills of the body refiner, and forcibly raised the realm under suppression, and finally practiced into a nondescript monster form.

As we all know, the ruins of the ancient battlefield are also known as the small capital of the world, which is a well-known place for the condensation of yin qi, and if the soldiers want to sit on the ancient battlefield, they must first be able to resist and adapt to the yin qi in the ancient battlefield to wash the body and soul, and finally achieve assimilation and casting between the two.

But Yin Hong's physique is strong, but the power of the essence obtained by refining the body is naturally restrained with the yin qi, and the collision between the two is like thunder and fire, and it is impossible to safely melt into one.

This also caused Yin Hong to be unable to refine the super-large ancient battlefield ruins, Yin Hong's physique was like a burning fire, and the ancient battlefield ruins were like a cold 10,000-year-old ice, once the two sides touched, it was bound to be a lose-lose situation.

Yin Hong was indeed a little shocked when he saw Zhang Ti'er urging out the Hundred Ghost Runes, because the Hundred Ghost Runes were not like ordinary armor, and the first condition for its production was the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

A kind of armor that comes from the ancient battlefield to devour the ancient battlefield, this runic clothing is also known as the nemesis of the ancient battlefield ruins, because it can swallow the ancient battlefield ruins alive!

Zhang Ti'er, who is supported by this armor, if he is greedy for Red Candle, although it is impossible to refine it in a short time, he should be able to do it here.

Once Zhang Ti'er sits in the ancient battlefield site, under his control, the ancient battlefield site will suppress him more and more strongly.

Shocked to shocked, but Yin Hong did not have the slightest fear, but was still eager to try. He has been suppressed here for too long, and in the past few hundred years, this general, who is famous for his conquests, has made very few attacks, and he has long been unable to suppress the battle spirit surging in his chest.

Today, facing an opponent who is very likely to sit on the ruins of the ancient battlefield, he can release the battle intent in his chest as much as possible.

Do you really think that this young general can definitely defeat himself by sitting on this ancient battlefield site?!

Not to mention that Yin Hong and Red Candle Town have been tempering each other for hundreds of years, and they have long adapted to this kind of suppression, even if Zhang Ti'er is in charge, what can he do? Don't forget, this was the capital of the former dynasty, and the heroes who died here were all the Li family's army!

This ancient battlefield is surnamed Li!

And whether Zhang Tier can sit here depends on whether the old shopkeeper is willing or not!

The heroic spirits buried in the town listened to the sound of drums during their lifetime, and they still obey the drums after their deaths, and they will not change through thousands of generations!

I, Yin Hong, have been their generals for a day, and even if I have been reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes, I will still be their general!

Yin Hong drew an arc back to slaughter the city in his hand, the sharp tip of the spear cut the mountain stone like cutting tofu, and Yin Hong, who was dressed in gilt and long release, did not raise a gun to open the way, but dragged the gun very domineeringly.

Yin Hong's posture was as tall as a steep mountain, and the battle intent that overflowed from his body was even more like an abyss, and it was indiscriminate. Every time he took a step forward, a circle of purifying essence essence spiritual power spread outward, and the essence essence spiritual power that was almost visible to the naked eye swept away the light on the golden armor, and the shape was as brilliant as flowing molten gold.

The gods of the world, the golden armor djinn, nothing more than that.

Zhang Ti'er, who was defeated in one move, was greatly emboldened after sacrificing the Hundred Ghost Runes, and his hideous cheeks were as sharp as a newly chiseled stone.

At the moment he started, the halberd in his hand once again condensed a stream of purple smoke from the incense burner, which was wrapped along the halberd body, and the already wide halberd body seemed to swell around.

At the same time, on the talisman robe, thick smoke rose like dark clouds.

He wrapped the halberd around his back, carrying it forward, and with each step, his steps became a little heavier, and after a few feet, he saw that the rocky ground he had stepped on was actually full of cracks.

This battle is inevitable.

If Zhang Ti'er wants to sit in this region, he must stimulate Yin Hong's strongest combat power, so that he can completely release the essence spiritual power that is incompatible with this region.

When the ancient battlefield site instinctively resisted and suppressed this essence spiritual power, Zhang Tier had the opportunity to take advantage of the void and occupy this ancient battlefield.

In other words, he will temporarily form an alliance with this ancient battlefield to jointly resist Yin Hong's onslaught.

That was the perfect opportunity for him to sit on the ancient battlefield.