Flying out of the city for less than ten miles, when Sun Kang could still pass through the cultivation of Wang Jijing and clearly feel Song Zhen's qi, he suddenly heard a roar similar to the dying roar of a tiger and leopard.

Full of anger, majesty.

As well as unwillingness.

Immediately, Song Zhen's qi was like a collapsing snow-capped mountain and a flood that discharged the floodgates, dissipating completely in an instant, and when he looked back, he saw that Song Zhen's comprehension power in mid-air had been shattered into countless snowflake-like streamers.

Sun Kang's heart ached.

There is no doubt that Song Zhen has been killed.

A prince of the clan who has achieved the extreme realm of kings for many years and is highly respected died here because he took the initiative to cut off his queen, which not only made Sun Kang feel incomprehensible, but also made him cry.

But Sun Kang had no way to go back.

Not only that, but he may not even be able to return to Bianliang and send the military information that Song Zhen exchanged for his life to the emperor.

The reason is simple.

They were already surrounded by five Hu Ren King Extreme Realm cultivators.

Although the other party is all cultivators in the early stage of Wang Ji Realm, there are too many people, and Sun Kang and the three of them will not be able to get rid of each other's entanglement in a short period of time, and the Zuoxian Wang Borshu, who has already freed up his hand, is bound to arrive immediately.

Sun Kang was desperate and unwilling, and at the same time had great anger, just like when Song Zhen was dying.

Before the national war, who would have thought that the Great Qi would be forced to do this by the Hu people? These cultivators of the Great Qi Dynasty's Wang Ji Realm would become the targets of the Hu people's hunting?

Prior to this, Sun Kang's life pursuit was to become the top master of the Great Qi Dynasty, to break through the middle and even late stages of the Wang Ji Realm, and to lead the Sun family to become the number one existence in the Jiangmen.

He couldn't have imagined it, but in the blink of an eye, his grandfather had not been defeated, his father had been captured, and now he himself was going to die under the trap of Borshu, and his death was meaningless.

Sun Kang's heart ached.

However, no matter how much resentment he had in his heart, he couldn't get himself out of danger, nor could he let the Hu Ren master in front of him disappear, so he roared in grief and anger, and waved his spear to meet the opponent in front of him.

The middle-aged man from the Hanmen and the pretty woman from the family also sacrificed their own talismans, urging the power of the realm, using all their cultivation to storm the strong Hu people who blocked the way.

At this point, the three of them have no other choice but to sacrifice their lives to have a chance of survival.

......

Bianliang, the palace of the Son of Heaven.

In the temple, there were thousands of candles, and in the flickering firelight, Song Zhi knelt on the futon, looking at the few ever-bright lamps in front of him, his brows were tightly locked.

The ever-bright lamps in front of him represented the cultivators of the Wang Ji Realm of the Song Qi clan, and what his eyes stayed on was the one that fused with the Song True Qi Machine.

When a person dies, the lights go out.

At this moment, Song Zhen's ever-bright lamp flickered, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. Once the ever-bright lamp is really extinguished, it means that Song Zhen is dead.

Song Zhi's gaze was motionless, and his eyes were complicated.

This time, he sent Wang Jijing cultivators to the other side of Yunzhou to verify the military situation, and Song Zhi originally did not plan to send a sect master. There are many kings in Bianliang, and now it is not the time for the dynasty to survive or die, just send a few strong people from poor families, and there is no need for the clan kings to risk their lives.

The reason why Song Zhen dispatched was at his own request.

Song Zhi recalled the conversation he had with the other party when Song Allah moved to ask for help.

At first, he refused the other party's request, but the other party did not confront him, but talked about the past.

The cultivators who can become the Wang Ji Realm are all real cultivation wizards, although the imperial family has many masters because of their abundant resources, there are only a few Wang Ji Realm in each generation.

Song Zhen became famous at a young age, but he was not arrogant or impatient, because he was a concubine and had no threat to the throne, so he had a good relationship with Song Zhi's father.

When Song Zhi was young, the first emperor was busy with government affairs, and rarely got along with him, and the one who guided him to cultivate the most on weekdays and often accompanied him to practice and play was Song Zhen's uncle.

Therefore, since he was a child, Song Zhi has been close to Song Zhen, and in his eyes, the other party is not much like his father. By the time Song Zhi ascended the throne, Song Zhen appeared less and less in front of people, on the one hand, he focused on cultivation, and on the other hand, he didn't want to rely on the old and sell the old and hinder his emperor's authority.

The outbreak of the national war, especially after the loss of Hebei, saw the collapse of the society and the fall of the territory, Song Zhi was worried all night, often sleepless for several days, and felt deeply ashamed of his ancestors and ancestors.

However, no matter what Song Zhi did, the combat power of the Great Qi army was there, except for the Hedong Army, the other departments were never able to compete with the Beihu army, and the Longyou army, which was regarded as the best division of the dynasty by Song Zhi before the war, now struggled to resist Meng Ge's offensive, and retreated again and again for several months.

The most terrible thing is that the people of Daqi are not aligned, the civil and military disputes always exist, and the gap between the family and the Hanmen is difficult to eliminate in a short time, and a customized officialdom atmosphere has been formed, and there is no way to change it overnight.

Song Zhi was worried, his food was unpleasant, and he tried his best to change it.

But for a while, he took the general trend of internal strife that he created before the war, and there was nothing wrong.

It was in this situation that when he learned that Wang Jijing was needed to verify the military situation, Song Zhen resolutely stood up.

Before leaving, in front of the gate of the Qinzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace, overlooking the middle avenue of the palace, and the prosperous Bianliang City that connects with the avenue, Song Zhen said this to Song Zhi:

"At present, the Daqi community is in danger, the country is unstable, and the situation is difficult and dangerous, which is indeed the first time that the country has been established for more than 100 years. But this is not the fault of His Majesty.

"Since His Majesty tied his hair and went to school, the old man has seen with his own eyes that His Majesty has studied hard day and night, practiced hard, and has never slackened for a moment. With the rare qualifications of His Majesty, there was no arrogance when he was young, and there was no extravagant habit after ascending the throne, which is already rare to see, and he is worthy of the posture of the master.

"Now that the Hu people have invaded the south, the territory has fallen, and the world is in turmoil, some people may accuse Your Majesty of the loss, but in the eyes of the old man, this is by no means Your Majesty's fault, but the fate of the time.

"For thousands of years, Beihu has never had so many kings and cultivators, before the war, who would have thought that the Hu people would be so strong?

"For several months, Your Majesty has been unable to eat day and night, and has become more and more emaciated, and the old man has seen it in his eyes, how can he feel good in his heart? As the Prince of Great Qi, how can he sit back and watch His Majesty worry and be indifferent?

"For today's plan, if we want to defeat the Hu people, we must unite the whole country and work together from top to bottom! The national war has reached this point, hundreds of thousands of soldiers have buried their bones on the battlefield, and many kings have hated the border passes, and there are countless people who have gone to the dead, but none of the children of my clan has shed blood and sacrificed!

"When the country is in crisis, the children of the clan do not sacrifice their lives for the country, why does Your Majesty order the people of the world to work with one heart and one mind, and why does the poor family abandon their previous suspicions and fight against the enemy?

"This time the old man went to the frontier, and if he died, he would die, if he could make the people of the world loyal to the country and keep my Song Qi country from bad, why be afraid of death?!"

Seeing that the flame of the ever-bright lamp was gradually dimming, and recalling Song Zhen's parting words in his heart, Song Zhi couldn't help but redden.

In fact, at that time, he knew that Song Zhen had the will to die on this trip, but at that time, Song Zhi still fantasized that Song Zhen might not really die.

At this moment, seeing that the light of the ever-bright lamp is getting weaker and weaker, Song Zhi has a bad premonition, where can he still stop his heart?

Finally, under Song Zhi's gaze, the ever-bright lights, which were getting dimmer and dimmer, were completely extinguished at once.

Jing Xinmo, who was accompanying Song Zhi, knelt on the ground with a puff and exclaimed sadly: "His Royal Highness King Lu ......"

Song Zhi could no longer suppress the surging tide of his heart, tears burst out of his eyes, and he choked up: "Uncle Huang......"

Song Zhen was dead, and the other party strode away from the Qinzheng Palace, and his clothes fluttered like a bird's words when he flew out of the palace, but they were like thunder, still drumming in Song Zhi's heart.

"May Your Majesty's deeds be immortal, and may Song Qi last forever!"

......

After only a few moments of hard fighting, Sun Kang was already covered in blood.

The middle-aged man and the pretty woman were no better, both of them were also covered in injuries, and their qi was no longer as prosperous as it was at the beginning of the war.

Even so, they were unable to break through the encirclement of the five Hu Ren Kings, and had the possibility of crossing the Yellow River and returning to the south bank, although the battlefield was indeed pushed a considerable distance south by them. In the early days of the five Hu Ren Kings, although one was seriously injured, several others were not seriously injured, and one of them was unharmed.

Just when Sun Kang was ready to fight desperately to see if he could cross the Yellow River, send back the news if he succeeded, and fight for a glimmer of life for his companions if he failed, something happened that made him desperate.

An extremely powerful breath, like a scorching sun, suddenly descended here.

Borshu arrived.

"Since this king dares to let you in, it is impossible for you to have a chance to escape. ”

Borshu condescendingly looked down at Sun Kang and the others, and let out a disdainful snort from his nostrils:

"I heard that there are also strong people in the middle of the Wang Ji Realm in the Southern Dynasty, and Song Zhi himself is in this realm, if they are there in person this time, it may be possible to retreat with their whole body.

"It's a pity that the people of the Southern Dynasty are always afraid of death, and the more powerful the person, the more so.

"In the early days of the extreme realm of you, when you come to this king, you are like fish on the chopping board, and it is just wishful thinking to want to live. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered for a while, "If we surrender, can King Zuo Xian let me wait for my life?"

As soon as he said this, Sun Kang and the pretty woman immediately glared at him viciously.

Borshu teased: "Live? This king said, that's wishful thinking, at most let you die neatly." ”

The middle-aged man made a big face, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Borshu!" Sun Kang was unwilling to be overwhelmed by the other party, roared, and stared at the other party: "Do you still remember Ben Jiang? Ben Jiang is going to make you pay for your blood debt today!"

"Who are you......?" Forget it, just ants, it's not worth remembering this king, just be killed. ”

Borshu simply tricked everyone, and the mood became very comfortable, so he didn't delay any longer, waved his big sleeves, stretched out his hand and pressed down to Sun Kang, in the field, there was immediately a towering giant palm, like an eagle pounced on a hare, and grabbed Sun Kang on the head!

"Borshu, even if I become a ghost, I will fight with you endlessly!" Sun Kang's face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth and raised his gun to meet it.

However, before his realm could condense a hundred spears, the central vortex collapsed inch by inch under the pressure of the giant palm, and at the same time, Sun Kang was like a goose pinched by the neck, his face was bruised, and it was difficult to breathe.

The gap between the realms is like a moat, insurmountable.

At this moment, the unwillingness and grief in Sun Kang's heart made his eyes crack, and two lines of blood and tears overflowed.

His grandfather was killed, his father was captured, countless clansmen died in battle, the country's enemies hated him and he didn't have a chance to wash the snow, and today even he had to die at the hands of the other party, Sun Kang was like being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, and only he could know the depth of the pain.

Seeing that the giant palm of his domain was smashed, when his internal organs were about to burst and his soul was about to be annihilated, and his hands and feet could not move, in front of him, Sun Kang wanted to roar angrily to show his unyielding.

But he couldn't make a sound.

There has never been a moment when Sun Kang is so eager to have a chance to kill the enemy and take revenge.

If he can have that opportunity, even if it is just a shot of Borjutsu, he is willing to give everything, including being a cow and a horse in the next life.

Perhaps the heavens heard his prayer, and the giant palm that covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire field of vision, as if it could destroy everything, suddenly and quietly broke away like a mirror before Sun Kang was blasted into powder!

Sun Kang's heart was shocked, surprised and delighted.

He could see very clearly that what smashed the palm of the Borjutsu was a horizontal cut of the sword!

A sword like a black sun.

He jerked his head and looked in the direction the knife had struck.

At just one glance, he locked on a walk, his clothes and hair fluttering, his temperament was like a fairy, like a figure strolling in the courtyard, indescribably dusty, elegant and incomparable.

Sun Kang stiffened.

Even if he could have imagined that there was a 1 in 10,000 chance that someone would come to save them, he never expected that it would be this person who came.

A person who made him feel humiliated and didn't want to face it anymore under the great gratitude of knowing that he still had a chance to take revenge.