The silver arc that had shrunk a lot struggled to flicker on the Thundering Knife, the crackling sound was more like a wail, Wei Jian's chest was dripping with blood, and the open wound still had a blood-red light flickering, which was the remnant of Wan Xin's sword magic power, but it was still tormenting Wei Jian.

He knelt in the air with the thundering knife, and he hadn't fallen yet, which meant that his time for death had not yet arrived, he raised his head, his eyes were red, and he stared at Yifeng and Ben Qian viciously.

Yifeng also looked at him, his eyes were cold, and said, "Give up the struggle, you can live a few more breaths." ”

Wei Jian glanced down, it was already at the end of the battle, they were defeated, and it could even be said that the end of almost the entire army was still doomed, his heart was like ashes, he raised his head and roared and shouted: "If I don't kill you, Lao Tzu can't swallow this breath!" ”

Yifeng grabbed Ben Qian this time and dragged her behind him, Wei Jian struggled to stand up, ignoring the blood gushing out of his chest, lifted the thundering knife, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, raised it and erected it on his chest, and the sharp blade was aimed at Yifeng and the two.

Yifeng was very sure that Wei Jian still had the strength to kill the two of them at this time, so he took Ben Qian's hand and retreated again and again, and then saw Wei Jian open his mouth and roar and kill him.

Then Yifeng saw a strange scene again, Wei Jian's figure stopped abruptly, and he stopped in the air that killed him, and then a golden light wheel rose from behind him, dragging a golden horse.

Wei Jian's body collapsed with a bang, and then fell headfirst down, a huge wound opened on his back, and the flesh and blood were blurred and the bones were visible.

Master Luntai flew over, and asked eagerly, "Buddha, Miss Benqian, are you all right?" ”

Yifeng and Ben Qian glanced at each other and smiled.

Ben Qian hugged Yifeng's arm, Yifeng shook his head at Master Luntai, and then looked at the battlefield, on the top of the head of the huge green python in the south, the green python spit out a huge sword qi of cyan and silver, helping Shuli, Shuli's Buddha sword was unleashed in one move, like the water of the Yi River, those generals were difficult to survive in the continuous sword qi and the bombardment of the power of the Buddha sword, and fell one by one.

The aerial battlefield below also came to an end, and those generals saw Wei Jian's corpse fall from the top of their heads, and they no longer had the courage to support it, which immediately caused a commotion.

At the bottom of the pool of the Demon Eye, the snow water has been drained in an instant, after all, the fellow Dao in the north is as wide as a hundred zhang, and even if the snow water is as high as ten zhang, it will pass quickly.

Hun Jian, Zhenwu and Huang Chengyu have already led the monks to clean up the battlefield, and the remaining dying Northwest cavalry and war horses can only become prisoners of the Wind Roar Army.

Xuanluan also seemed to heal under the mountain range on the east side of the Demon Eye, black and red flames wrapped around her small body, but the power was not bad, the heat was incomparable, and she could feel it in the sky.

Yifeng's body relaxed, he sighed and said, "It's finally going to end!" ”

This battle was the most difficult one since Yifeng established the Wind Roar Army, because Wei Jian had previously gathered Yang Jiong's 40,000 or 50,000 Shenwu Legion soldiers and horses, 50,000 famous Xiliang Iron Cavalry, and 150,000 fierce and brave Thundering Legions.

However, Yifeng's Wind Roar Army is only 40,000, and the Northwest Buddhism is only 100,000, less than half of Wei Jian's troops, and their combat effectiveness is generally three or four times that of Yifeng, and the Northwest Army's fast knife combat cavalry array is invincible in the northwest before this, and its combat effectiveness is terrifying.

It was in such a battle situation that Yifeng and Shuli adopted a strategy of delaying the army, first deceitful surrender, then provoke their arrogance, and then launch an attack, and at the same time improve the combat effectiveness of the northwest monks, suddenly attack, lure the enemy deep, ambush operations, surprise, attack it unprepared, block the line of sight, mislead decision-making, and then use the earth-shattering magic power to melt the snow top of the mountain range that stretches for more than ten miles, double gate blocking, hundreds of waterfalls are flooded, flooding the cavalry, cutting off the giant wrist of its fast knife battle, and then killing it and destroying it completely.

Each step in the middle requires a lot of effort and combat effectiveness, and we must be cautious and step by step.

At the same time, they also paid a huge price, 100,000 Northwest monks and soldiers are now only 30,000 soldiers and horses, and the Wind Roar Army also damaged many soldiers and horses in the raid and harassment battle, although it was immediately supplemented by the Northwest Buddhism, but it is undeniable that they are all pious Buddhist monks, and it is the sacrifice of the lives of nearly 100,000 Buddhist monks in exchange for today's victory.

Shuli also removed the south gate and included the green python in the green snake sword, the awakening of the green snake sword made Shuli's strength rise by leaps and bounds, but this time, he was willing to use it as a gate to defend against the attacks of the generals of the Northwest Legion, and also to guard the most important gap in the Demon Eye.

Before that, the battle between him and Yifeng in the southern passage was much more tragic than just now, and even Yifeng couldn't bear to arrange Shuli like this, and tried to persuade him, but Shuli was right, no one else could complete such a difficult task except him.

Everything he did was for the sake of the entire battle situation, not just the scholarly spirit and the stubborn arrogance that scholars were accustomed to, and he was even ready to be killed and sacrificed in his heart.

Saving Buddhism is not as easy as it is said, and the bloody sacrifices of countless people have only brought a few hopes of victory.

Shuli quickly flew to Yifeng's side, and on the way he flew over, he had already seen the two battlefields in the air and under the demon's eye, so he showed a rare faint smile and said to Yifeng, "It's finally going to end!" ”

Yifeng smiled knowingly, and Ben Qian also nodded slightly to Shuli, but her hands were still tightly holding Yifeng's arm.

It seems that everything is a foregone conclusion.

At this moment, all those on the battlefield think so.

However, at this moment, a black dot flew from the southeast direction of the Demon Eye, I don't know if it was friend or foe, but soon they saw clearly that it was Poya!

Her face was panicked, wasn't she resting at the Windroar Army's station? How did you get here? What happened to make her have to exhaust her little strength to fly away, why was she so panicked?

Yifeng's thoughts in his heart turned sharply, but he saw that the Poya people flying from the southeast had not arrived, but he shouted hoarsely: "Yifeng, Qian'er, run!" ”

Come on? The battle is over, and no one can threaten them, huh?

Could it be Yang Jiong? With his 30,000 infantry, he couldn't withstand the attack of the Wind Roar Army, which was barely making a big move at the moment!

Po Ya screamed again, this time her voice was even more heartbreaking: "Run away, Cui Ming has sent someone to kill you!" Hurry—"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw a long sword piercing her chest from behind, her figure suddenly stopped, her frightened eyes opened, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, but she was still shouting: "Hurry, hurry, escape, hurry-"

Yifeng is even more strange, Po Ya is Solomon's first great Shura, has seen countless big scenes, has rich experience, has a wide range of knowledge, and even was imprisoned in Junzhou by Taiqingmen on the charge of "knowing too much", he was not panicked, and he was chased and killed hundreds of times, but why is he so frightened today?

At this moment, her voice became weaker and weaker, and with a bang, a foot reached out from behind her and kicked Poya away from his sword, revealing his face, an old man he had never seen before.

He's not scary, what's scary is that there are hundreds of such old monsters behind him!

Yifeng instantly understood that what could make legends like Po Ya so frightened was the shadow in her heart, the scene that she could not erase for the rest of her life and was deeply imprinted in her mind - hundreds of immortal old monsters, frantically strangling Ben Qian's mother and killing the Buddha by any means!