The cold wind of winter was controlled by Nano Xuantian, converging and spinning into a melee version of the blizzard around him, which lasted for a second before spreading into a circle of jagged wind pressure, like the sharp teeth of countless tigers. The blade in his hand was full of fine wind blades, symbolizing the sharp claws of the cheetah, and when he swung the knife, endless claw marks were left in the air.

"Battle Spirit Qi?!" Nano took a few steps back, defusing the impact of the explosion, his tone was full of consternation, and of course with a little dark joy: "You get along well with those girls from the Yehevelin family?"

"What? What do you really think you can climb?" The magician floated back with the momentum, widening the distance, and seemed even more unhurried: "How stupid do you have to be to think that I care about this so-called relationship?"

"Of course I think you'll care. In the face of the silver dust that suddenly became very strong, Nano Xuantian still maintained a very strange sense of superiority that everything was under control: "You probably don't even know what kind of battle soul beast is fused in your body, right?"

"Indeed...... Haven't figured it out yet. Silver Dust shrugged indifferently, he actually didn't have the battle spirit qi at all, the only power in his body was mana, and he just simulated the appearance of the battle spirit qi through frequency modulation. What's more, if he has a battle soul beast, it can only be an elemental elf, right?

Or Lin Xuanchen?

He didn't know, and he didn't need to know, that his [Battle Spirit] was an element, not a form, and the power of the transformation of tigers, leopards, and jackals was not as powerful as the power of natural phenomena such as water, fire, wind and thunder. He looked at Nano Xuantian who was still in a sense of superiority with great pity: "Do you want to say that without you, I wouldn't be able to release the Battle Soul Beast at all?"

"That's half right. Nano Xuantian sneered: "No matter what method you use to obtain the soul qi, you must know that if you can't condense the battle soul beast within ten days after this, then the battle soul beast without a fixed form will turn into a fierce soul beast and rush into your head along the spine, and at that time, you will only become a beast that combines the three of human, beast, and divine soldier - a virtuous beast with those flesh worms who pull out their spine and launch the spear of the Chosen One, understand?"

He smiled incomprehensibly and continued: "Unfortunately, no one in this world can sense the specific form of his battle soul beast within ten days, even if he knows what he has fused before, he can't fix it immediately, he can only drag through a certain method to lock his spine to prevent the fierce soul beast from breaking into the spine and reaching the head, so that he can have time to slowly cultivate and adapt, and the 'Great Talent Slave Lock' that locks the spine is a specialty of our Jianzhou slaves!

"If I recognize you, you Chosen Ones of Jianzhou slaves, I'm afraid that you will be unlucky. Yinchen's originally clenched hand relaxed, and the whole person was also in a relaxed state of deviance: "Although you like to be slaves to the strong, I generally know that what you are most afraid of and what you don't want to see is that the slaves you once invaded, bullied and killed, suddenly became the supreme masters!"

"What crazy are you talking about?" Nano Xuantian's tone was indifferent, but he couldn't be indifferent in the next second.

Silver Dust stretched out a hand, and in front of him, from the palm of his hand, slowly "growing" a brilliant lightsaber.

"Those who can generate weapons with battle spirits should be qualified to enslave your lords, right?" Silver Dust held the lightsaber in his hand, and his tone was calm and light.

"This can't be! You're just deceiving me!Just like you little slut-" How could Nano Xuantian endure such an arrogant slap in the face, not to mention that he had personally felt the combat power of Lin Xuanchen's immature ice condensing form, it was just a weapon-like appearance, and he still used the power of a battle soul beast.

He soared into the air and stabbed from top to bottom, the head of the cheetah coalescing around the tip of the knife, and the sharp teeth of the beast turned into blue blades, biting towards the silver dust. The magician casually raised his heavy sword in both hands and slashed upward, and the giant sword turned into a beam of light, splashing on Nano Xuantian like the afternoon sun, and in just an instant, all the battle spirit qi on his body was completely disintegrated.

The war beast, the soul energy, and the sword style all completely dissipated into nothingness at that moment. He fell straight down from mid-air, kowtowing at Silverdust's feet.

"Understood?" Silver Dust lifted his leg and stepped over his head, not even bothering to kick him.

"This can't be ......" Nano Xuantian lay on the ground, muttering to himself, obviously a little unclear.

"Boy, do you really want your daughter-in-law anymore?" At this time, even Harlan Xuanming couldn't stand it, and he reluctantly made a stupid move that he himself was unwilling to put on the table: "Miss Lin is now in the camp of the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry......"

"How can you be sure that she has indeed fallen into your hands?" Yinchen said, a purple portal opened behind him, and Lin Xuanchen, who was wearing a black Chosen One's "restraint clothes", walked out, and after seeing Yinchen's pale back, he stretched out his small fist and gently hammered his back: "Now you want to save me?"

"I thought you could get some more benefits from the slaves in Jianzhou, but unfortunately, the people of Jianzhou really don't have much oil and water. Yinchen didn't turn around, still facing Harlan Xuanming, as if he wanted to put Lin Xuanchen behind him, but the little girl only made a mistake and came in front of him.

Harlan Xuanming looked left and right, knowing that he had no cards to play at this time, so he could only take a step forward again, almost to the place four feet in front of Yinchen: "It's still the same sentence, this is the old man's order......"

Yinchen didn't answer his words, he just turned his face, looked at Nie Wanliu indifferently and meaninglessly, shook his head, and nodded again: "I probably know that your slaughter of the city is just revenge, and now, the city is also broken, and people have been killed, you should be able to stop, as long as you can swear not to commit ...... again"

"Impossible!" Nanno Pit Viper suddenly spoke, but in the next second, he was slapped in the face by his top boss: "The old man will promise with the head of Xiang Shang, the Northern Iron Army, from now on, will not slaughter the city again!

"Old general, you!" Nanno Viper's face suddenly turned red and purple: "How can you forget our Jianzhou slave-"

"Nano pit viper, the military order is like a mountain, the violator of military law is engaged in it, the old man and the old man's regular army of the northerners, put up with you for a long time!"

"What's the matter? You want to argue with our Jianzhou slaves? You don't want to look at ......."

"Look at what? numbers, armaments, or your ridiculous Chosen Ones? Harlan Xuan snorted coldly, and a sharp momentum like an eagle falcon erupted on his body, and the body of the Nano pit viper trembled, and his dark face instantly turned white.

"Battle Spirit?!"

"Now you know why I have to let you go to Jianzhou Nu'er to get some benefits, right? ”

Yinchen took Lin Xuanchen into his arms at this time and gently touched her hair.

"No, you, actually want to take the opportunity to make a life link with me?" Lin Xuanchen buried her face in the arms of the male ticket, and said in a voice like a gnat, the tips of her ears were already red.

"In short, the old man can promise that he will not slaughter the city in the future, and please ask you, the true sect master of the puppet sect, not to meddle in the mundane affairs of these dynasties. Harlan ignored the Nano Viper, who was muttering protests on the side, and said to Silver Dust sincerely. Obviously, both the fear of the puppet sect and the appreciation of Silver Dust's own talent forced him to make a compromise and retreat - in fact, he didn't back down at all, because Pershing was the last city slaughtered by the Northlanders anyway, and Harlan Xuanqi's goal was extremely clear, to take Pershing at all costs, and then talk about the rest of it.

The real troops of the northern country, such as the Black Feather Army retained by Nie, never slaughtered the city, and even on the bright side, it was forbidden to slaughter the village.

"As long as you don't continue to hurt the civilians who have lost the will to resist, and don't kill the prisoners of war who have surrendered, I won't take the initiative to trouble you in the future...... There are already too many calamities in this world, and there is no need to create more misfortunes. If Emperor Beiwu is really the wise lord that you keep saying, then he should have enough mind to accommodate the people of the world, especially the people of the enemy country. "Yinchen also made some concessions at this moment, this is a real concession, at least to give up the city of Pershing, he is not the ignorant young child ten years ago, he has traveled to many places in the world, of course, he knows how the emperor of the south and the emperor of the north have done.

He chose the southern country, and it was only because Wan Jianxin and Lin Xuanchen were from the southern country.

In all fairness, Emperor Beiwu is indeed a generation of heroes, his political achievements, his character, his vision and means are ten times better than the likes of Emperor Ling, and even Zhao Guangyi may not be able to defeat this emperor who is said to be quite young in terms of governing the country.

Silver Dust turned into a demon and slaughtered nearly half of the Jianzhou slaves and the northerners' troops entering the city, not to fight to the end with the northerners, to put it bluntly, it was just to give the people of the whole city a similar justice.

In this way, both sides took a step back, not only Harlan Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief, but Nie Wanliu was even more happy, and he realized at this time that Yinchen was not a guy loyal to the Southern Empire at all.

"At least it is absolutely impossible to be loyal to this tattered court, the marquis worked the front line, and the ministers in the back will go to the book, who will not be cold-hearted! It can be seen that even if the little guy in the silver dust is noble, he puts loyalty first, and the emperor and courtiers like this basically have no loyalty...... Sure enough, it's still the same sentence, I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm afraid of pig-like teammates!" Nie Wanliu was thinking like this in his heart, but saw Yinchen turn around, leaving them with a dashing back: "This side is over, I should also return to the rivers and lakes, and be busy with the normal things that a normal man should be busy with—I hope your emperor is really as wise as rumored! Anyway, the spears and red-coated cannons in this world can only be conquered for a while, and the granaries and official roads can be conquered for eternity!" After he finished speaking, he took Lin Xuanchen's hand and walked towards the sunset that was gradually subduing. Their backs were so small and so clear, as if they were young gods who were about to leave the world and return to the heavenly realm. Their backs finally disappeared at the end of the street, when the sunset was like a wound and the sun was like blood.

......

On the second night of the tenth month of the ninth year of the Showa era. The vigorous killing contest in Pershing City was interrupted, the cruelty and slaughter also stopped, and the whole city was silent like a ghost in the bleak autumn wind, ten rooms and nine empty ghosts sang, the wind was like a wound, and the earth clotted blood.

A letter of Harlan Xuan's meditation was sent to the north as soon as possible. Nie Wanliu brought Ding Haibo, Hua Chofeng, and Chen Youshi out for interrogation, and casually asked them about the situation of fighting side by side with Yinchen, and then let them go, unloaded their armor and collected their troops and drove them out of the city gate. The Dark Guard and the Dragon Forbidden Captain were all killed in battle, although the three of them were full of grief and indignation, but they were helpless, they all knew that they were not defeated by the northerners, but by the southern court!

"Let's go! Go to Gusu, there is still a true king there, otherwise the world is so big, where can we wait?!" Chen Youshi, who likes to come up with ideas, said ugly words, but also said an indisputable fact, in this world, only the righteous path of Yinchen and Wan Jianxin can accommodate their loyalty. Whether it is the true king or the "Wuling King" Yinchen, it was not originally something that could be accommodated in this vast world, they actually relied on their own hands to reclaim a paradise of their own in this gray world.

Three men who were burdened with the sacrifice of countless comrades-in-arms, the collective betrayal of the imperial court and the collapse of a city, took off their military uniforms, carried the bags of the people, and supported each other on the road.

"God bless the North, I don't want the evening scene to be so desolate and desolate. Nie Wanliu believed in his heart that these three people were actually only three shells left, and their souls had already been burned out in this great and despicable city-breaking battle as new firewood.

The wind grew stronger, and the sound of the wind in the autumn night was like the groans of wounded beasts, and like the cry of the spirits of thousands of dead in the heavens, and no matter how much water was splashed on the moat, the bright red color could not be washed off on the streets illuminated by the lights, because the water in the moat was already the same bright red.

It is the scar of the wind, the blood of the earth.

[Showa 9th October 10th]

The bright red hue of Pershing City did not disappear after a week, the fire on the houses was still burning, the blood stains on the streets could not be removed, only the messy corpses and broken organs were cleaned up, the battle damage of the northern country and the casualties of the civilians were all written in a report submitted to Harlan Xuanming, and the famous general of the empire and the army, who had saved with wisdom and loyalty in countless battles, threw this piece of paper into the furnace after reading the report.

He didn't even have the courage to present such a report to the emperor. He knew that in this short period of one month, this once glorious city is now a disaster-stricken city, in fact, it has been slaughtered three times, and it is really a fight with the "Three Massacres of Jiading", although the third massacre of the city is the puppet sect killing the people of the North, but in any case, counting the cruel city defense war, this month is almost the most cruel month in the history of thousands of years of civilization.

After all, in the past, when dynasties changed, there would not be a thousand fire-breathing puppets to join in the fun.