A total of 1.8 million people from both sides of Yan and Han gathered densely on the Liuchuan. An army of more than a million hunters hunted in the strong wind, flags swayed in the wind, and the commanders of both sides looked straight ahead.

The first time Wei Wuji saw a middle-aged opponent who he had respected for more than thirty years, he knew in his heart that the mercenaries of the King of Zhongshan would not be weaker than him. After all, the Yan army has not participated in many major wars for hundreds of years, and at the beginning it faced the Han army, which had been fighting for hundreds of years. However, under the leadership of the King of Zhongshan in the past few decades, the Yan army, which was inferior to the Han army, made it difficult for Wei Wuji's army to attack the city.

Wei Wuji, who was wearing ordinary battle armor, rode the Jindan Demon Beast and slowly walked ahead. Among the Yan army, it was not Wei Wuji who came out, let alone the main general, but a soldier who looked extremely ordinary. King Zhongshan had the main general of the late Yuan Infant period by his side and said: "The prince Han army also looks down on my Yan army too much, and actually sent an ordinary soldier. The last general will take the head of the upper man to boost the prestige of our army. ”

The King of Zhongshan looked at Wei Wuji, who appeared alone between the two armies, looking extremely ordinary, but there was a kind of domineering between his eyebrows. It seemed that the general with the golden pill mirror did not have the courage to approach and look directly into the man's eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. Reach out and stop which general. Watching the King of Zhongshan fly towards that person, he didn't understand why the King of Zhongshan went to see a soldier of the Han army.

Yu Wentian, who was closer, said: "General Ping, can't you see that although that person is wearing an extremely ordinary battle armor, that battle armor is not even as good as the battle armor of any soldier of the Han army in front. Look at the Junyan beast riding the Jindan Mirror, its eyes are blazing, its body is sassy, and there is no trace of fear of our 800,000 army. Do you think that any soldier or even a few generals can do it, looking at the posture and bearing, it is not experienced in a hundred battles, but it does not have the momentum of killing people with eyes. ”

When General Ping heard Yu Wentian's words, he took a closer look at Wei Wuji in front of him and said, "Could it be that person is Wei Wuji, the king of the Han Kingdom." ”

No one paid attention to General Ping's question, and looked up to see the King of Zhongshan slowly fall in front of Wei Wuji Mountain. Wei Wuji, who was riding a horse flame beast, saw this respectful opponent and turned to stand on the ground. Although facing the King of Zhongshan who has the late stage of transforming into a god, there is a big difference of one realm, but there is no younger generation to see the appearance of the predecessors. The two of them didn't care about the wind and sand in the sky, so they had a feeling of hating each other.

Wei Wuji sat on the ground first without the slightest sense of disobedience, and he had such an uninhibited appearance that seemed very casual. When King Zhongshan saw that Wei Wuji did not imagine that he was much younger than he thought, he was not even as good as one of the main generals of the Han army in terms of realm. I can't imagine how such a person, who has no background or even a peerless cultivation talent behind the news, can sit on a prince comparable to an emperor.

Go and sit on the ground with the steel helmet in the sand, and said: "The prince of Wei is a little less arrogant than this king imagined, and he is not very old and cultivated, and he is not an outstanding prince who sits above 10,000 people under one person in the Han Kingdom. ”

took off the steel helmet that had been beaten by the wind and rain for hundreds of years, patted off the dust and hugged it in his arms, and said without any expression: "The prince is really too exalted to this king, and I believe that many things about the king of Zhongshan have been investigated clearly." But some things are not just seen and heard, this king is just a small family in Fengtian City of the Han Kingdom, but if there are no forces behind it that are valued by His Majesty, he will not be able to get to where he is today. Presumably the relationship between this king and Wang Feng, the lord of the royal garden, knows that first, without Mr. This king would not be able to go today, and second, without the support of the Tibetan Sword Villa, you think that there will be the current Han Wei Wuji. ”

"I see, with this explanation, the king feels better. Otherwise, it would be very humiliating to be defeated by a junior who has grown up in just a few hundred years. However, your mercenary is very admirable to this king, and for thousands of years, the prince of Wei is the only person who agrees with this king in the ice law. ”

"King Zhongshan, you are the same, if it is other young people, this king is in the mood to sit here and talk nonsense. ”

The armies of the two sides have been facing each other, but the two commanders of the two armies have a good conversation, not like the next life-and-death opponent, but like old friends who have not seen each other for many years. The morning sun went from warm to hot in the afternoon, and the two princes facing each other seemed to have a good heart, and they got up at the same time and even slapped the sand under their buttocks, and their movements were almost the same.

I saw the two laughing, and at the same time saluted each other and said, "Come on, I wish you a great victory." ”

This sentence came from Mo Min wonderfully, but the voice echoed in the two armies, and no one knew how to have a marshal who wished the other party victory before the two armies faced off. In the midst of all the people, the two walked towards the east and west respectively.

The moment Wei Wuji turned around, he pulled out the big knife in his hand, pointed forward and said, "Attack." ”

The King of Zhongshan watched as Wei Wuji's blade pointed out with a sword that emitted monstrous demonic energy, and without the slightest concealment, the Yan army began to turmoil. Only the shouts of more than a million people were heard, and the footsteps of the advance were heavy and steady, and the wind seemed insignificant in the advance of millions of people. Before the army could clash, the wind and the sand had disappeared on the river, and the stirring dust had already blown the wind, and it was not clear whether it was the footsteps or the wind blowing.

On the Junyan Beast, Wei Wuji held a sword in his hand, and the King of Zhongshan in the air held a sword, and the two watched the melee of nearly two million people above Liuchuan. During the war, General Liu Xunhu went in and out of no one's land, and the blade in his hand was already stained with blood. Looking at Yu Wentian, who had suffered heavy casualties in both shots, he felt a little helpless in his heart, and every Yan Jun fell and felt sad.

The bloodthirsty sword in his hand is very fond of this kind of killing, and there is not a single corpse with blood under the bloodthirsty sword. As long as it falls, it will be a dried corpse, and Yu Wentian, who has been constantly killing, has never hated any Han army. But at this time, Lan Ze, who looked at the sword in his hand and had the early stage of transforming into a god, was fluttering in his heart, and his killing was more ruthless than that of the Han army.

It is impossible to count the deaths of the Yan army at the hands of Lan Ze, and what is even more chilling is that none of the Han soldiers took pleasure in killing. After each of Lan Ze's swords, a trace of happiness could always be seen between the eyebrows, and drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword. What's even more hateful is that Lan Ze seems to be happy with the blood left by Yan Jun on the sword, and the blood that flies out of the sword has sword intent to kill more than a dozen Yan Jun who rushed forward.

The cheerful bloodthirsty sword in his hand buzzed, and Yu Wentian looked at Lan Ze more and more hateful. A sword full of demonic qi went towards Lan Ze, and the sword qi was so strong that people arrived. Lan Ze, who had just killed a Jindan junior general with a sword, looked at Yu Wentian who flew over, and a smile appeared in his eyes. A sword flew at the moment of swinging the sword, not caring about the blood stains at all, and the sword wiped off the robe. The sword that shone brightly smiled like Lan Ze, and the sound it made was even more similar.

Yu Wentian, who was standing on his back, looked at Lan Ze and said, "You are Lan Ze, the sect leader of the Sky Blue Sect. ”

Lan Ze, who had just broken through to the god fifty years ago, saw that only Yu Wentian in the early stage of the god transformation had a kind of disdain, and flicked the sword in his hand and let out a sword sound. "Yes, it is this sect, I didn't expect it to be so famous in Yan Country. I don't know how it compares to Wang Feng in Wang Yuan. ”

After confirming that it was Lan Ze, where was Yu Wentian willing to say a word, the bloodthirsty sword had already appeared in front of Lan Ze before the voice fell. Originally, I thought that my reputation in Yan Kingdom was no longer under Wang Feng, but I didn't expect that the person in front of me seemed to just want to determine whether he was Lan Ze or not.

Immediately waved his sword to block, and said: "Could it be that this sect is not as good as the little Wang Yuan, how can Wang Feng's waste be compared to me who is now the general of the second rank of the Han Dynasty." ”

The bloodthirsty sword was already approaching, Yu Wentian looked at his ugly face and said: "Just because you can still compare with Wang Feng, as long as he is willing, he is afraid that he will not be able to handle it with one hand." If Wang Feng wants to kill you, I don't know how he died, if it weren't for the face of your master, you think Wei Wuji would use you to sit on this second-grade general. ”

Lan Zelan, who was already furious, was no longer arrogant, but vowed to kill the person in front of him. Lan Ze has always been able to listen to anything, saying that it is because of the face of the master Qi Zhi that he can sit on the second rank of the general, he doesn't care, as long as he proves it with his strength. But some people can compare themselves with Wang Feng, but they can't tolerate saying that they are inferior to Wang Feng. Lu Shuangling and Wang Feng have always been a dead knot in their hearts, and they don't care about life and death at all.

Yuwen Genius, who didn't understand what was going on, found that although Lan Ze had not been in the god for as long as himself, he was not much weaker in terms of combat power. Especially I don't know that that sentence aroused the anger in Lan Ze's heart, and Lan Ze was very strong under this kind of anger.

None of the two armies of Yan and Han thought that they could win easily, and King Zhongshan, who was standing in the east and west respectively, still did not take half a step. Seeing that half a day has passed since the two armies fought each other, the sky has turned from day to night. The corpses and bones were all over the river, and the two princes looked at all this without any pity.

The King of Zhongshan, who was far in the sky, smelled the smell of blood, and the sword in his hand was buzzing, and he never had the intention of making a move. Silently watching everything that happened on the flowing river, I already saw in my heart that although there was a difference of 200,000 people, there was no big reason. Since ancient times, there have been countless battles in which less has won more, and less than double is not too much.

But looking at the fact that it was only one day, although the Yan army could not see the meaning of defeat and retreat, the combat power of the Han army could already show an unstoppable momentum. Although the Yan army fought for its home and country, occupying any advantageous location, there was no time, but this gap made the Han army, which had rarely lost battles, even more ferocious.

Wei Wuji didn't look at the battle without any expression, this kind of tragedy was already clear in his heart. Wei Wuji never cared about the death of the Han army in this battle, as long as he could keep the King of Zhongshan here, how about leaving all the millions of troops here. It had already been decided that no matter whether this battle was won or lost, the King of Zhongshan would definitely be left in Liuchuan, and Wei Wuji, who was riding a Jun Yan Beast, silently watched the battle between the two armies.

A month has passed since the beginning of the war, and there have been three major battles with 300,000 casualties of the Yan army and 400,000 casualties of the Han army. The King of Zhongshan was seriously injured under the siege of more than a dozen Avatar Mirrors of the Han army, and the King of Zhongshan, who still had an army of 500,000, had already seen that the Han army was about to cross the Liuchuan. The supply of the Yan army did not have a trace of accidents under Du Ruhui's control, so that the Han army never thought of cutting off the resources of the Yan army.

King Zhongshan looked at Yu Wentian and said, "Let's go, although the Yan army still has 500,000, many people have no will to fight." Although the casualties of the Han army were more serious, they were as short as a sword. ”

Yu Wentian, who had been fighting with Lan Ze for more than a month, looked at King Zhongshan and said, "Uncle Wang, my nephew won't leave." Fifty years have passed, but it has only been thirty-six years. There are still fourteen years, and since I promised Uncle Huang, I will definitely do it. ”

"At most, in two more years, our army will be defeated, and when the time comes, you don't care about anyone, remember not to go back to Yandu, all the way to Wangyuan. ”

Yu Wentian looked at the King of Zhongshan and said with a smile: "Got it." ”

Two years later, the king of Zhongshan, who had only 100,000 people left, watched General Cheng and Prime Minister Du Ruhui die one after another, facing 200,000 Han troops. White bones have appeared on the river, and the battlefield has been cleaned countless times, and there is still a stench of four strands. The 500,000 Han troops that appeared out of thin air were above Liuchuan, Wei Wuji looked at the army behind him and said with a smile in his eyes: "It's almost over, you must leave the King of Zhongshan behind today, at all costs." ”

I only heard an earth-shattering voice in the camp: "Obey." ”

An army of 700,000 appeared on Liuchuan, and Yu Wentian, the king of Zhongshan, watched the Han army, which was already irresistible, and began to kill the enemy together. It was not until seven days later that there were only 3,000 Yan troops left, and the king of Zhongshan secretly sent Yuwentian away. At the time of Yu Wentian's discovery, it was already in the Wang Garden, and the news came that the Han army had arrived in Yandu.

The King of Zhongshan, who never stopped holding the sword in his hand, did not choose to surrender, and the number of souls under the sword was even more unclear. Wei Wuji looked at the King of Zhongshan, who was already difficult to fight again, and said, "King of Zhongshan of Yan Kingdom, today I Wei Wuji is silent. Thank you for your blessing three years ago, it is better to submit to my Han, you are still the king of Zhongshan. The power will not be better than under the Yan Kingdom, and the Han Kingdom only needs to listen to the orders of the king. ”

Yuwen Chengdu, who was holding a sword in his hand, laughed: "Wei Wuji, when is this king the kind of mediocre person who cares about power." Yan Kingdom is the home of this king, and it is the work of generations. It's enough to have you today, come on, let this king make the last charge. ”

Holding the sword in his hand, he came directly towards Wei Wuji without the slightest worry, closed his eyes and turned around to reveal a sense of reluctance and said, "Kill him"

There were more than a dozen god-transforming cultivators in the sky, and suddenly the King of Zhongshan, who had already been seriously injured, showed a smile of expectation on his face. At the moment of falling, he said: "Heaven you are sorry for my Yan Kingdom, God King, you are sorry for my Yuwen family." ”

No one knew what the last sentence meant, and Wei Wuji couldn't bear it. The most respected opponent for hundreds of years died in Liuchuan today. At this moment, I saw that none of the 800,000 Yan troops in Liuchuan left, and none of the 850,000 Han troops retreated, all of them stayed in Liuchuan. Looking up at Tianwei Wuji, there was actually a trace of tears left in the corner of his eyes.

"From today onwards, Liuchuan will build a hero's mound, and there will be no Hanyan and all the monuments. Build a city and name it Chengdu"

With the defeat of the Yan army, Wei Wuji, who also had an army of one million, attacked the Yan capital. ”