Wei Wuji, the third prince of Zhenfan Kingdom, never thought that his god-like master would die in a decisive battle with the enemy. He has studied art in Qingwa Villa for eight years, and he knows very well what kind of cultivation Jin Yongji has.

It was precisely because of this understanding that when he and his henchmen came to the camp outside Wang Xiancheng with his henchmen, preparing to dispatch troops to encircle and annihilate the Han Dynasty army that landed at Yongchuankou, he heard the sudden news that Jin Yongji had died, and the shock in his heart could be imagined.

How is this possible? That was his first thought. However, after listening to the detailed report, his heart sank, and he had to believe this fact. The Xuandao God is indeed dead, dead under a much stronger opponent.

Wei Wuji inherited the ruthlessness and cruelty of Wei Wang Youqu, and was expected by his father to be a person who could do great things. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have human feelings. Jin Xuezhe's death earlier had filled his heart with resentment, and he thought that the master would definitely be able to take revenge if he went out in person, but he didn't expect it to be such a result.

If the death of the defenders of the 5,000 Yongchuankou belongs to the hatred of the country, then, now with the addition of these two blood debts, the real and the Han army are already incompatible, and they will not die.

With great hatred in his chest, Wei Wuji ordered the first three thousand vanguard troops to set off first, and go to the direction of Yongchuankou as fast as possible to meet the Han army that appeared, and he gritted his teeth and issued a killing order. For the Han people who appeared in the real land, don't take prisoners and leave them alive, you must kill them all to relieve the hatred in your heart.

After Wei Wuji sent out these 3,000 people, he ordered his henchmen to hurry up and finish preparing the remaining nearly 20,000 people in the camp, and then set off. And he himself rode a fast horse, surrounded by dozens of guards, and galloped to the Qingwa Villa on Yuntou Mountain.

At this time, the Qingwa Villa was already full of mourning. The body of Master Kim Yong-gil was carried back by his disciple Park You-nam and placed in the middle of the hall where everyone gathered on weekdays to listen to the master's explanation of the mysteries of martial arts. A few of his fellow disciples were crying as they sorted out his remains.

Regardless of Jin Yongji's life or death, when he entered the Qingwa Villa, Wei Wuji was no longer a prince, but just a fellow disciple of all the disciples. It is inevitable to let out a loud cry of sorrow, in the face of life and death, no matter what the identity is, some feelings will become simple.

Park You-nam has explained the process in detail, and the strength of the enemy is beyond everyone's expectations. This point, even if you are not convinced, you have to admit it. But for Master's last words, most people don't agree with it in their hearts.

"I want all the disciples of Qingwa Villa not to mention him for revenge, and from then on, ignore the rights and wrongs of the world, and concentrate on studying martial arts...... Did Master really say such a thing?"

Wei Wuji looked at the sad senior brother Park Younan with a suspicious look and asked the questions in many people's hearts.

Park Younan's expression was very calm, since he finished talking about the decisive battle between the Xuandao God and the Han boy in words without any emotion, he lowered his head and was silent, and did not say anything more. At this time, when he heard the question from his fellow disciples, he only raised his head slightly, looked at the body of Jin Yongji lying there, and nodded.

This sentence was left by the master himself when he was leaving. Thinking about his original intention, he wanted everyone not to send them to death in vain, and I think we should obey them. ”

Wei Wuji sneered disapprehantly, the three thousand disciples of the Xuandao God Jin Yongji are all over the country, and they are all strong in martial arts, this is a huge force, he is thinking about how to make good use of it, how can he easily stop because of a word!

"Shizun was unfortunately victimized by a traitor, and we should work together to do everything possible to kill the Han culprit and avenge him! In this way, Fang lived up to his old man's teaching. If you leave it alone and let the enemy run rampant, how can you be worthy of the kindness of the master over the years? As a disciple of Qingwa Villa, he was born in vain between heaven and earth! ”

His words are still very encouraging, people who practice martial arts, the blood in their chests encounter difficult things, after all, there is indignation and depression, although there are the last words of the master first, but in the hearts of most people, they still feel that they have to take revenge, otherwise it is really difficult for the rest of their lives. There were many people who chimed in with each other at the moment.

"Third prince, the master has a deep meaning in doing this, and you must not encourage your fellow disciples to disobey yourself. Presumably, the spirit of the master in heaven does not want to see you do this. ”

Although Park Younan saw that everyone was already indignant and had a hunch that it might be difficult to convince them, he still persuaded them with an expressionless face. The strength of the Han army, as well as the high martial arts of the opponent, made him soberly realize that the real country may be doomed this time.

But the hatred in the hearts of the disciples of Qingwa Villa has been successfully instigated by Wei Wuji. Few people paid any attention to the words of this senior brother, and for a while, the crowd was excited, and the anger of revenge was already burning in everyone's hearts. This atmosphere reached its climax when I heard the news from outside that a large number of martial artists from the Central Plains had requested to worship the Xuandao God.

There were a lot of people who came this time, there were two or three hundred people, and several of them were recognized by Park Younan and a few of their fellow disciples, they were the same people who had visited Shizun in Qingwa Villa a few days ago, and it was said that they were a huge force from the hidden gate of Kyushu.

Wei Wuji was overjoyed and received them as the prince of Shinban and the director of Qingwa Villa. After some confidential talks, some kind of consensus was reached. Qingwa Villa will cooperate with these people, looking for an opportunity to jointly kill the Han master named Yuan Zhao.

Listening to their plan, Park Younan wrapped the body of the Xuandao God tightly with a white cloth, and then got up and retreated silently. Looking up at the rolling buildings of the Blue Tile Villa to the top of the mountain, a wordless sadness welled up in my heart, the Blue Tile Villa may cease to exist soon!

"Senior Brother Yonglie, you ...... Why did it come out too? Don't you want to go with them to avenge your master? ”

Silently following behind him was Park Yongyeol, who had witnessed the invincible momentum of the Han boy with him. The youngest disciple of Qingwa Mountain Villa just shook his head, and then pulled out the short knife that the Xuandao God had passed on to him, and the snowy sword light reflected the cold glint in his eyes.

"Master's revenge, I want to avenge it with my own hands! But not now, but ...... in the future. ”

The corner of the senior brother's mouth showed a bitter smile, but he didn't say anything more, leading the little junior brother, and walked to the back mountain in frustration, maybe when the master is buried, guarding the tomb for him will be the destination for the rest of his life.

It will take some time for the Avengers' plot to bear fruit. And at this moment, their common enemy, Yuan Zhao, is leading the high-spirited Black Eagle Army through the battlefield that has just ended, the blood stains the black soil and barren grass, and the horse's hooves step over the corpses all over the ground, and continue to move forward.

In the previous encounter, the Black Hawks can be said to have won without suspense. After training hard and recuperating for so long, once it is released, the destructive power is very terrifying.

From the beginning of the attack to the end of the battle, it only took a short hour, and none of the three thousand true foot soldiers escaped. During the whole process, Yuan Zhao, who was watching the battle in the back, didn't even move on his horse, and in the face of such a killing, his face was as calm as a pool of autumn water.

Han Yan, who saw this kind of scene for the first time, endured the urge to tremble, and finally drew her sword and joined the battle group. When the head of the first real man was cut off by him, and a cavity of blood rose to the sky, he found that the fighting spirit in his body was also high. The factor behind the door is resurrected in his body, and the blade is unforgiving, and there will be no mercy!

Yuan Zhao didn't kill a single person, but the lives of these three thousand true soldiers all died at his hands. It's not that he's cruel and easy to kill.,But because he knows the character of the true people deep in their bone marrow.。 The so-called one side of the water and soil to raise one side of the people, this land that was once sown by the great sage Jizi the seeds of benevolence, has not been truly edified, but has cultivated many demon seeds, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, in the interaction with Huaxia, cunning, changeable, ungrateful, opportunistic...... This has been going on here.

Due to the geographical relationship, successive dynasties have used this place as a buffer zone to shield the territory of northeastern China. Whether it is a subject country or a neighboring country, whether it is the current Jinban or later Goryeo or even further Korea, because of their reasons, in the long history, there have been many times that have had a major impact on the security of the Chinese nation. On several occasions, it has even seriously hindered the development process of China, causing immeasurable losses and damages.

The people who live in this place, it's time to set up a good rule for them, in order to avoid a lot of trouble for future generations, then, start now! "Raising tigers for trouble, becoming successful today" will never happen under Yuan Zhao's hands.

After the first victory, the morale of the Black Hawk Army soared, such a war is simply too cool! The general has already planned everything thoroughly, and there is no need to worry about it at all. All soldiers don't have to think about anything, just move forward, move forward! Destroy all the enemies in your way.

Like a black whirlwind, wrapped in an unstoppable momentum, in one day, it broke through for two or three hundred miles, but it did not encounter the real army again. On the one hand, this is because of the speed of the soldiers, and the Wei Wang in Wang Dangerous City did not expect that the Han army would come so quickly that it would be too late to dispatch troops. On the other hand, it was because of the orders of Yuan Zhao that some people who entered the country in advance to find out all the enemy's situation played a decisive role.

After eliminating several more squads of Zhenfan local soldiers, in an empty town still a short distance away from Ganyunling in front of him, Yuan Zhao stopped his horse and looked at the old man who had been waiting here for a long time, with a sincere smile on his face.