On the battlefield, the yellow sand is rolling, Wan Yan Jin and Xiao Zimo are standing on the beacon tower, waving the command flag in their hands, under their feet, there are tens of millions of soldiers, they follow their orders, some of them are holding shields, some are holding long knives, some are holding spears, and they are accurately lined up in different shapes on the battlefield.

The sun overhead shone fiercely on everyone's body, and as the formation changed, they ran back and forth in a specific position, the sweat on their faces shining brightly in the sun, and their bodies were already sweating. However, almost all of them have serious words written on their faces, for this matchup, it is related to the victory or defeat of the two sides, as long as there is a mistake in one of the links, it is possible to reverse the final success or failure, and all of them are ready to do their own things with a strict attitude.

Plating is not a simple queue, everyone in the formation must trust their teammates and do not drag down the people in the formation. From this point of analysis, Xiao Zimo's army is all from Purgatory City, they have been trained all year round, and their ability is naturally much stronger than Wan Yan Jin's army, but if you compare which side of the army is more united, Wan Yan Jin's army is better.

When considering the formation, Wan Yan Jin analyzed all the stakes and interests, and finally when he put down the order flag and turned to go down the beacon tower, everyone's eyes seemed to be on him, he was like a god admired by thousands of people, and his every move made people admire him.

A smile appeared on Mo Bing's face, this moment he had been looking forward to for a long time.

They were all in the crowd, and Mu Yun couldn't see where the four guards were, but they all had Lingqi in their hands, and he could guess their approximate location by virtue of the location of Lingqi.

When they were running through the formation with their respective teams, it was obvious that they were very powerful, and everyone was doing this with a high degree of concentration.

Soon, Xiao Zimo also completed the formation. He and Wan Yanjin rode their war horses at the same time, put on armor, and looked at each other, and the killing intent was raging, and they should not give up.

Xiao Zimo's eyes were very cunning, at first glance, he thought it was a poisonous snake spitting snake letters, and there was a leisurely and smug smile on his face, which made people feel creepy when he saw it.

"Wan Yan Jin, long time no see." Xiao Zimo said sadly.

Wan Yan Jin sneered, and the royal sword in his hand pressed against Xiao Zimo's neck without warning, his sharp sword eyebrows stretched, and his slightly raised face showed that he was full of confidence, and there was a sense of contempt for Nan Lichuan.

"Indeed, I didn't expect to see you for a long time, but it put you in the position of a pioneer officer." Wan Yan Jin's tone was a little sarcastic, the hand holding the saddle let go, and pushed the handful of ink hair that flew to his chest to the back, the movement was extremely light, with a little freewheeling, as if this was not on the battlefield, but in his Jin Wangfu, there was no tension and slaughter on the battlefield at all.

Pioneer officer?

Xiao Zimo's eyes darkened, Wan Yanjin deliberately picked his pain points to sarcastically mock him. He approached the crown prince, disrupted the situation, and secretly suppressed his forces while Wan Yan Jin was not in Bianjing, all in order to be able to stand in a higher position and laugh at Wan Yan Jin's defeat.

Now Wan Yanjin is indeed forced by him to the point that he can't return to Dongyue, but his heart is not at all happy. The status he wanted was not given to him like the status prince, and he had no chance to stand on a commanding heights and laugh at Yan Jin.

He was not angry because of the prince's oppression and instruction to him, but because he was obviously disgusted with the prince's mediocrity and incompetence to the extreme, and he still smiled every day to echo the prince's instructions and do some meaningless things for the prince. If it weren't for the fact that the prince was still of some use, he would have been operated on by the prince a long time ago.

"Lord Jin, the god of war in East Vietnam, oh no, maybe he can't become the god of war in East Vietnam now. Prince Jin has already surrendered to the Tianchu Kingdom, and he is no longer from our Dongyue, and he is making a mistake. Xiao Zimo replied with a smile, and after speaking, he glanced at Wan Yan Jin intentionally or unintentionally, and reached out to remove Wan Yan Jin's royal sword against his neck, which had not yet been unsheathed.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time, starting from a little person who was trampled under my feet in obscurity, and I kept working hard to hope that one day I would have a chance to compete with you. The emperor lived up to his wishes, and this day finally made me wait. Xiao Zimo continued.

Wan Yan Jin's face was expressionless, there were many people who wanted to kill him, Xiao Zimo was at most the most stubborn and difficult person to deal with.

"It has been a truth since ancient times that the king will be defeated, and if you really want to compete with this king, this king will definitely accompany you. Competing with this king is just a banner for you, and your ambitions are far more than you think. Wan Yanjin said.

Xiao Zimo sneered, his heart was very unwilling, why was his efforts so much over the years so worthless in his eyes? Indeed, he did work hard to defeat Wan Yan Jin at the beginning, and later his ambition became even greater, he wanted this world, as long as he had enough, no one could compare to him, Wan Yan Jin was nothing, just a defeated general of his subordinates.

"Wan Yan Jin, isn't your ambition the same? You have been planning for this for twenty years, if it weren't for the fact that I saw you gradually become the prince of Dongyue from a teenage little hairy child, who would dare to believe that the little hairy boy in Nanyun Pavilion had the lofty ambition to win the Dongyue country since he was a child. Compared with you, my means are indeed not on the table. Xiao Zimo said.

"Sometimes I really want to know, what kind of means are you using, even Nan Lichuan can't kill you." Xiao Zimo's face was full of doubts, he promised Nan Lichuan to bring Liang Chenyue out of the Tianchu Kingdom Palace to him, he had this bargaining chip, it should be easy to kill Yan Jin, but he never expected that Nan Lichuan would die like this.

He couldn't help but be a little more vigilant about Yan Jin in his heart, Nan Lichuan wanted to kill him, he created an opportunity for Nan Lichuan, it was not that he had no way to kill Yan Jin, but someone did it for him, and Nan Lichuan also gave him all the people and horses in Purgatory City, he didn't want it in vain.

He was thinking that after receiving the news from Nan Lichuan, he would force the palace and kick the abolished prince down, and the Dongyue Kingdom would not be easy for him to take. He planned everything very carefully, but something went wrong in Nan Lichuan, and his dream was disappointed.

"However, even if Nan Lichuan loses, I will never give up. I've got a lot of good things for you today, Wan Yanjin, just wait and see. ”

"Hehe... Coincidentally, this king has prepared a lot of surprises for you. Xiao Zimo, let's see you on the battlefield, this king has got your wish today. Wan Yan Jin left a sentence lightly, took the royal sword with him, and walked towards the formation laid by Xiao Zimo without looking back.

Xiao Zimo looked at Wan Yan Jin's departing figure, and sneered in his heart, what he prepared would definitely surprise Wan Yan Jin.

"Xiao Zimo, Yan Jin has gone, why are you still stunned?" The prince's dissatisfied voice came from not far away, Xiao Zimo followed the sound and looked over, the prince was sitting under a bright yellow umbrella, eating the fruit next to him, and the slumped posture was that he couldn't wait to lie on the chair.

The prince was complaining that Yan Jin had gone into battle, and Xiao Zimo was still stunned, didn't he say that they were afraid of others?

Xiao Zimo didn't say anything when he saw this, and gave up with a sneer. As soon as the whip hit the horse, the horse barked and rode towards the formation laid out by Wan Yan Jin.

Wan Yan Jin was facing thousands of formations alone, in front of so many people, he seemed so small and dispensable, but the heroism between his eyebrows and eyes was enough to deter many soldiers in the formation, it was a kind of condescending contempt, like a natural king, fearless and courageous.

The piece of Arowana jade pendant he was playing with in his hand was put into his pocket and put away, and the scabbard of the royal sword was pulled out and thrown on the ground at will, the action was clean and neat with full heroism and sharpness, commensurate with his firm eyes, as if he was the god of the battlefield, and should be admired and obeyed by ten thousand people.

The formation moved, and automatically made way for Wan Yan Jin, Wan Yan Jin tore off the water bag around his waist, and walked into his mouth one by one, some wine spilled at the corner of his mouth, down his chin to his neck, and finally was blocked by his white suit and disappeared. In an instant, the sweet aroma of peach blossoms filled the entire mouth, Wan Yan Jin wiped the wine stains left at the corners of his mouth at will, threw the water bag, and one person, one sword, and one horse went directly into the formation.

Under the bright winter sun, the silver-white royal sword flashed with dazzling light, and as Wan Yan Jin's sword fell, it stirred up red waves.

The crowd surged, and almost instantly, waves of fighting began.

The thunder and thunder of the war drums inspired everyone's hearts, and their movements became faster.

The change in the formation was very rapid, and after Yan Jin had finished dealing with a wave of soldiers, another group of people came one after another.

Wan Yan Jin rode alone on the horse, the time for a cup of tea passed, his royal sword was already drenched in blood, but the white battle suit on his body was still snow-white, there was no trace of relaxation on his face, and there were many corpses lying around him, almost all of them died in the same way of death.

On the other hand, on Xiao Zimo's side, he also broke into the formation by himself, fighting against tens of millions of people with the strength of one person.

This game was actually unfair from the beginning, and he had another advantage over Wan Yan Jin, and that was his ability, and it was too easy for him to avoid these people.

Xiao Zimo laughed at Yan Jin in his heart, he finally underestimated him too much, and didn't take his ability seriously, but this ability could give him a lot of convenience.