Wu Qiliang looked puzzled.

"Door Master......" He didn't dare to speak rashly, but just called out respectfully.

Xue Yiren's slender fingers pointed to the sides.

After Zhu Daochen's death, his routed troops fled to both sides, looking extremely chaotic.

The strange formation that Xue Dingye laid on both sides looked loose and saggy, but it was like a sponge, absorbing these routs into it, but the formation was not chaotic at all.

"That's a water-absorbing formation. Xue Yiren said calmly: "My son knows that Zhu Daochen is rigid and has no plans, and he must be quickly won by me, but he took this opportunity to cross the river with the whole army, absorb the routed troops with a water-absorbing formation, improve the front, and complete the encirclement of us in a blink of an eye." ”

Wu Qiliang was stunned for a while.

The river beach is not open, if the Zhudao Dust Department and Xue Yiren can't hold on, then the casualties must be not small, no matter which side it is, it is the precious combat power of Tianzi Peak.

At the same time, even if the main force of Schrödinger crossed the river, it would be blocked by the complete bamboo road dust department, and it would be difficult to obtain a favorable angle for entering the battle.

In this way, Zhu Daochen's sacrifice was originally arranged by Xue Dingye!

Wu Qiliang was surprised and said, "Door Master, you have seen it—why?"

"I just want to fight this battle well, and I don't want Tianzi Peak to suffer too much loss. Xue Yiren smiled leisurely: "I originally came to seek death, Zhu Daochen was favored by me, but betrayed me, I beheaded others in an instant, although I died, I lived up to the prestige of my life." If this battle causes Tianzi Peak to lose thousands of troops and greatly damage its vitality, what good will it be?"

Wu Qiliang saw the look of relief in Xue Yiren's eyes.

Obviously, these were all expected by Xue Dingye, and Xue Dingye calculated his father's idea before he showed his own plan.

The seemingly big prince turned out to be so fine-hearted.

"Pray, my son. Xue Yiren smiled: "Tianzi Peak has a qualified new master, but unless the troubled times continue for another hundred years, maybe after a hundred years, the Xue family will be able to win the world." ”

His expression was extremely chic, not only life and death had long been put aside by him, but the bloodline inheritance had nothing to do with him.

The tiger dies and leaves the skin, and the man dies and leaves his name. What Xue Yiren values is the continuation of his ambition.

Whether it is through his own son, or his son-in-law and confidante - Wu Feng.

Xue Yiren let out a long roar, waved his hand, removed the disguise on his face, and returned to the appearance of his youth.

The plain white streamer bloomed from his whole body, shining in the universe, making Xue Yiren look like a god.

The soldiers cheered like thunder as if they were witnessing miracles, and Wu Qiliang was also surprised, thinking that Xue Yiren had rejuvenated himself with his wonderful mystical skills to face this final battle.

But only Xue Yiren himself understands that he wants to stay in the last scene of the world, with his original appearance, not his father's appearance!

For more than 20 years, he has held the throne of Tianzi Peak, but he has lost his original identity. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be so tired.

"Soldiers, charge with me!"

Xue Yiren's eyes suddenly blazed, he raised his voice and shouted, the spear exuded a dazzling blue, and his spirit was raised to the peak in an instant.

At this moment, the 2,700 strong men behind him all felt that the soul blood and Xue Yiren were completely blended together, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

Banner hunting, swords and guns, the majestic wind swept in the battle array, forming an eternal freeze.

After this battle, everyone is divided into survival and death, the living are heroes, and the dead are ghosts.

When Xue Yiren led the only people to rush to the encirclement of Xue Dingye with a mortal heart, Xue Dingye also completed his morale-boosting speech.

"General Zhu Daochen once received the personal favor of the usurper Xue Yiren. ”

"But with just a personal favor, how can you defeat the righteousness of Tianzi Peak's thousands of years of reputation inheritance!"

"He used his own battle death to prove that he did not fight for personal gain, but with his own blood, turned into a loyal oath!"

"A strong man for a thousand years, although he is dead, he is still alive!"

With eight dignified words, Xue Dingye completed his incitement, and the cries in the array were like thunder.

"Destroy the tyrant and set things right. ”

"Revenge for General Zhu Daochen!"

The crowd is raging, like an unstoppable flood.

And Schrödinger also completed the last link of his calculations.

Father, you should be quite satisfied with this kind of performance-Schrödinger thought to himself.

The elite armor soldiers holding the giant shield built an endless steel city wall, walking like a mountain, and pressed towards the Xue Yi people.

The flying horses swept in formation, rolled up the long wind of hunting, and galloped rapidly on the field.

The specially made flags danced in the sky, so that the battle spirit of the whole army was mixed together, and the stirring drum beat made the officers and men of the three armies boil with blood and forget about death.

Quiet as an abyss, moving like thunder, is the terrible thing about Xue Yiren's military training.

Even if the strength of the army is more than five times that of his father, Xue Yiren is even more bent on death, and Xue Dingye is not willing to risk being scuttled through the formation by Xue Yiren.

This rare water-absorbing formation was the trick he used to restrain Xue Yiren.

The formation is layered on top of each other, like a sponge, to dissolve the impact of the enemy's formation, and finally squeeze and destroy the opponent.

Rumble!

Xue Yiren stepped on the void, his steps were heavy, and with a shake of the spear, the pieces of iron shields shattered and exploded, turning into a rain in the sky.

One by one, the armor pieces of his body were shattered, and he was paralyzed on the ground, and his internal organs had been shattered into mud.

Wu Qiliang and other cronies rushed to kill with Xue Yiren, like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Xue Dingye's formation.

But under the precise command of Xue Dingye, the huge battle array is like a rotating nebula, which seems to have been chiseled by Xue Yiren, but it is not chaotic at all, and it always maintains a decent appearance in circulation.

Due to the lack of troops, Xue Yiren's troops were rapidly consuming their sharp energy in the encirclement, and they seemed to be as imposing as a mountain.

Xue Yiren is like a poisonous snake, fierce and resolute, but lacks the resilience to continue fighting. And Xue Dingye has turned into a giant python, constantly shrinking its entanglement, and will eventually strangle his father completely.

Due to the continuous flow of the water-absorbing formation, it seems that the damage of Schröding's army is not light, but the losses allocated to each wealthy family are not large.

And these wall grasses also know that only by getting rid of the pit viper pressing on their heads will they no longer have to worry about themselves being thrown into the boiling wok, while their wives are forced to boil water and firewood, and even eat their own meat soup.

For the people, Xue Yiren is the ruler of benevolence, and in front of the vast majority of courtiers, he is indeed the most cruel tyrant.

A long arrow broke through the wind, and when Xue Yiren turned his head to look, Wu Qiliang had already been hit by an arrow in his heart, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

"Door Master......" Wu Qiliang said in a trembling voice.

He has no regrets, the end of a hero always needs to be embellished by some followers like himself in order to bloom the brightest brilliance.

In troubled times, human life is like grass, and death can come at any time, so it is not terrible at all, the important thing is only to die well.

Although the Wu family could not escape the disaster of annihilation, his nephew Wu Shanyu had successfully escaped and would inherit the bloodline for the Wu family, which made him satisfied.

Xue Yiren looked at the passing of this most loyal subordinate, and nodded a little wistfully.

Under the strict command of Xue Dingye, Xue Yiren's original sword-like formation has gradually been squeezed and scattered.

The enemy is outnumbered, and the soldiers are tired after a long battle, and even the most loyal warriors will gradually lose their fighting spirit. The soldiers, who had lost their will to fight, were either beheaded or fled through the cracks in the battle formation.

Now there are less than fifty people left around Xue Yiren, and the others who are still fighting have been separated by Xue Dingye.

And in this battle, the number of dead souls under his gun also exceeded three hundred.

At this moment, the eyes and hearts of a generation of heroes are unusually calm.

He looked at one of the blue-armored warriors beside him.

This person's name is Sen Kecheng, he is Chinese New Year's Eve three years old today, and he is a true master.

"I heard that before this battle, you had sent someone to hide several of your sons secretly?"

Xue Yiren said leisurely.

Sen Kecheng shuddered.

Knowing that the sun has set and the sun is about to end, it is impossible to do anything with him. But the guilt in his heart still made him dare not face Xue Yiren's gaze.

"It's also a survival wisdom. Xue Yiren smiled approvingly: "Then, you can go too, it's still too late to fight your way out of the encirclement." ”

Sen Kecheng hurriedly said: "General Wu Qiliang has been loyal to the master of the door, how can he ...... below?"

Xue Yiren shook his head: "I need someone to bring the news of my death to my son-in-law, and your martial arts can also help him." ”

A generation of heroes smiled: "The stupid boy wants to save me regardless of life and death, except for empty words to give him the dowry of Hanzhong as Yan'er, how can I not leave him a real inheritance?"

Sen Kecheng was a dignified, and then his eyes immediately turned firm.

"The subordinate understood. ”

"Then let's go, I'll cover for you. ”

Sen Kecheng swung down, and the long wind swept like a giant falcon soaring into the air.

The sharp arrows shot towards Sen Kecheng like dense rain, but they were stirred by the spears of the Xue Yiren below, like an angry dragon stirring the sea, and they broke one after another. Thousands of arrows, not a single one could get into the horns of Mori's clothes.

Xue Yiren's eyes swept away, and he saw that in an instant, dozens of warriors around him had been completely damaged.

"Good. Xue Yiren's voice was like water: "Finally, there is no need to have any scruples." ”

He shook his shirt, took off his outer robe, and removed his close-fitting soft armor.

The lonely master of the whole world suddenly unloaded his armor, and the spear was excited, and he walked into battle.

Where his spear passed, it turned into a sea of blood, and he eventually died in that sea of blood.

After this battle, some people said that the pit viper finally died, and was killed by the new Lord of Tianzi Peak, Xue Dingye, with his own hands, and before that, the number of soldiers killed by him had exceeded five hundred.

And some people say that Xue Yiren didn't die at all, but just left the battlefield in frustration, because the head that was shown to the public afterwards was much younger than the appearance that Xue Yiren should have.

Those who believe that he is dead still have lingering palpitations. And those who have doubts are more likely to be in fear.