In the rear of the Silver Dragon Army, a battle flag with the word 'Chen' moved in the wind, and under the battle flag, a member of the Wenru General rode on the war horse, on the slightly fair-skinned young face, smiling and dewing, looking gentle and elegant, this person was Chen Qingzhi who was named the scholar and ghost capital by Mo Xuan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Behind him, there was a white-robed army that terrified the enemy and made great achievements, expanding to a full 100,000 white-robed army, and the soldiers in white-robed armor stood proudly, standing mightily, and the fierce fighting spirit filled the chest, and on the young faces, the mad blood was proud.

On the left and right sides of Chen Qingzhi, Guo Qihang and Shan Xiongxin, two brothers of the opposite sex, rode with horses, big knives and guns at their sides, the two looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled.

In the last place, it is Mo Xuan's Chinese army.

The 100,000 Emperor-Tibetan Plain Army, dressed in black armor, with skulls on their chests smiling hideously, seemed to have an invisible terrifying laughter, which came from far and wide, frightening the enemy.

Although most of the 100,000 original troops were recruits, they were still full of arms, facing the 270,000 enemy troops in Shifang County, and the fighting power was raging, they had no cowardice, and they had a sea-like fighting spirit in their chests, not for anything else, just because they believed that the young man who rode on the war horse in front of them and stood proudly would lead them to the peak of hegemony.

This is a kind of faith, a kind of belief that has no reason for Mo Xuan, this is their pride in their bones as the emperor and Tibetan army, pride does not allow fear, timidity, even in the face of thousands of troops, they will have no cowardice, for the faith in their hearts, they will not hesitate, raise their weapons, and fight to the death with each other.

The three emperor-Tibetan armies, arrogantly arrayed, swept the sky, and the killing intent of Angang stood on the ground, like a big wave, constantly impacting the county seat of Shifang, until the Wuyue soldiers turned pale and their hearts trembled.

The madness of the Emperor-Tibetan Army has long been famous, and the combat power of the Emperor-Tibetan Army has been in the ears for a long time, and no one can dare to stand in front of them.

Shifang county seat, above the city wall

Bao Qing led the officers of the Wuyue Army, gathered on it, looking at the Imperial Tibetan Army under the city, there was a shock in the depths of his eyes, even the ghost king who had been acting indifferent, he couldn't help but have a trace of jealousy and envy in his eyes, such a large army, like a sharp arrow, shot out, will inevitably hurt the enemy's heart.

"Hmph~" Mo Xuan looked at the situation on the city wall, smiled coldly, drove his horse to the front of the formation, and shouted loudly: "Bao Qing, I don't like nonsense, transport the bodies of my father and second brother to me now, and let's complete the transaction." Mo Xuan was arrogant, but his words looked like he was not trading, more like he was ordering Bao Qing.

Mo Xuan's words made Bao Qing furious, and his face, which was pale due to the pain in his left arm, showed a trace of unhealthy flush, and he stepped closer to the side of the wall, pointed at Mo Xuan and shouted loudly: "Mo thief, what is your identity, dare to talk to this king like this, if you know each other, you will obediently present my son to this king, and this king can give you a whole corpse, otherwise ....."

"Hades, don't!alas~~" As soon as Bao Qing's voice started, the ghost king beside him was secretly bad in his heart, took a step and hurriedly stopped, however, Bao Qing was already angry at this time, ignoring the words of the ghost king, pointing at Mo Xuan, still scolding, leaving only the ghost king sighing.

"Oh, it seems that you don't understand the situation!" The corners of Mo Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he turned his head and ordered: "Bring Yan Cheng to me!"

"Yes!" the guard commanded, turning away.

A moment later, Yan Cheng, whose face was blue and purple, and his whole body was covered in blood, was escorted from behind by the guards like a dead dog, escorted to Mo Xuan's side, and kicked him to the ground.

"You..... Father, father save his sons, father~~" Yan Cheng, who had eaten a mouthful of mud, no longer had the arrogance he had before, looked up at Mo Xuan above his head, and shrank back in fear, but at this moment, Yan Cheng finally figured out where he was, and also saw Bao Qing on the city wall, and immediately opened his throat and cried loudly.

Mo Xuan turned over from the horse, stepped on Yan Cheng, who was muttering loudly, with one foot, lowered his head slightly, and said coldly: "Your voice is too noisy, if you say more than half a word, Lao Tzu will kill you, understand?"

"......" As soon as Mo Xuan's words fell, Yan Cheng immediately stopped shouting, looking at Mo Xuan who was like a demon, Yan Cheng's body trembled uncontrollably because of fear, and when everyone was not easy to notice, Yan Cheng's eyes flashed a trace of humiliated hatred and unwillingness.

Mo Xuan didn't care what Yan Cheng thought, and finally looked at Yan Cheng, who didn't dare to speak, and sneered disdainfully, then turned his head to look at the city wall, and shouted loudly: "Bao Qing Lao'er, Lao Tzu will tell you again at the end, Lao Tzu's patience is limited, you are limited to give me what I want within ten numbers, if you are late, Lao Tzu will cut a part of this waste, if you don't believe it, you can try!"

After shouting, Mo Xuan didn't care how Bao Qing reacted, he stepped hard under his feet, causing Yan Cheng to let out a faint scream in pain, and in his hands, he stretched out the cross by himself, and then bent down one by one.

"You, Mo thief, you...."Looking at his son, he was trampled under his feet like garbage by Mo Xuan, and immediately the angry Bao Qing Second Buddha ascended to heaven, slapped the wall battlement, and scolded again.

Fortunately, this time the ghost king was prepared, and as soon as Bao Qing's words came out, he immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Hades, it's important to save the second son!"

"Er~~" was shouted by the ghost king, Bao Qing's words to his mouth froze, and then he remembered that his son was still in the hands of the other party, although he was unwilling, but he still had no choice but to order: "Open the city gate, Mingzhe, you go and transport the bodies of Mo Zhentian and Mo Xiao out, remember, you must take Cheng'er safely into your hands before you can hand it over to the other party!"

"Yes!" Bao Mingzhe gave his hand, took a team of soldiers, and turned away.

"Squeak~~"

Just when Mo Xuan had just finished counting ten, the city gate made an unpleasant sound, and slowly opened to both sides, and Bao Mingzhe came in the direction of the Emperor Tibetan Army with a team of soldiers and two carts.

When the team reached fifty steps of the Emperor-Tibetan Army, Bao Mingzhe raised his hand, stopped the other party's advance, drove forward, and shouted: "Mo Xuan, the bodies of your father and second brother are here, now it's time to fulfill your promise and release the second son, right?"

Mo Xuan drove his horse to the front of the military formation again, looked at Bao Mingzhe, his face was mocking, and shouted coldly: "Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Don't give Lao Tzu nonsense, let people transport it, after I receive it, I will inevitably put this waste away, Lao Tzu's patience is limited, hurry up!" This time, he directly drew out the long sword, and the tip of the sword of Ming Huang Hanguang pointed directly at Yan Cheng, just a light hand forward, and Yan Cheng could be killed.

Mo Xuan's appearance is completely a bandit, what a fair deal, what a hand for a hand, in front of him is like a ruin, if you want to trade with him, you have to follow his wishes, otherwise you will kill the hostages, such an act makes Bao Mingzhe have a headache, and in desperation, he can only turn his head in the direction of the city wall and wait for Bao Qing to make a decision.

"You Mo thief...."Bao Qing can be said to be angry, he opened his mouth and wanted to scold again, the ghost king sighed in his heart, and reminded again: "Hades, save the second son first." ”

"Hmph~" Bao Qing was so blocked that his heart ached, he waved his hand fiercely, snorted deeply, and shouted angrily in the direction of the city: "Give it to him!"

Bao Mingzhe nodded, waved his big hand, and ordered a few soldiers behind him to push the cart towards the Emperor's Tibetan army, the cart slowly moved forward, and the generals of the Wuyue Army on the city wall were firmly staring, and a tense atmosphere was rising all over at this time.

The soldiers of Wuyue who pushed the cart will be nervous and scared, and carefully push the cart to the camp of the Emperor and Tibetan army.

Mo Xuan stepped forward, gently lifted the white cloth covering it, and looked down at the two corpses in the car, because of the time, they looked a little black, and the corpses were spotted all over the place, but Mo Xuan could still vaguely recognize that these two people were Mo Zhentian and Mo Xiao.

Looking at the wounds on the two of them, the dirty sludge, and the pride and deep unwillingness to be confused in the two pairs of tiger eyes, Mo Xuan felt a pain in his heart, and killing intent immediately surged up on his face, and he silently said in his heart: "Cheap father, cheap second brother, don't worry, I will definitely help you get back ten or a hundred times the pain you suffered and the pain you endured! Rest in peace and go on your way!"

Uncomfortable in his heart, Mo Xuan's eyes showed a rare trace of red, and a little crystal teardrop rolled in his eyes, but he forcibly swallowed it, leaving only the murderous intent to swing and wander in his heart!

After carefully covering the two of them with white cloth again and ordering the guards to pull the cart down, Mo Xuan walked in front of Yan Cheng with a gloomy face.

Mo Xuan, who was approaching step by step, made Yan Cheng's heart feel cold, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he said carefully: "I.... I.... Father.... Already put what you want... Over to you, you..... You should let me go, right?"

"Hmph~" Mo Xuan snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Although I, Mo Xuan, am not a good person, but I am not one of those villains in your Chaocheng, what Lao Tzu said, of course it will come true, you... You should be glad that you have a good father who loves you, if you had replaced me, you should have launched it to the wall in the first place, hum~ Get out!" At the end of the words, Yan Cheng grabbed Yan Cheng from the ground, like throwing garbage, and threw it forward at will.

Yan Cheng was injured on his body, and when he was grabbed and pushed by Mo Xuan, his feet became weak, he screamed, and fell to the ground again, but Mo Xuan's words made him ecstatic, and the pain seemed to disappear at this moment, and he got up from the ground in one go, and ran wildly in the direction of Bao Mingzhe with the fastest speed in his life.

"Finally came out, this son of the world finally escaped from the clutches of that demon, hahaha~~" Yan Cheng was crazy, while running, he shouted loudly in his mouth, and when he ran, because he didn't have a good rest for a few days, his body was weak, and he fell a few times, but now he doesn't care what his image is, and he only wants to get away from that demonic boy as soon as possible, and leave the terrifying place that he can't let go of for the rest of his life - the Emperor Tibetan Army.

Bao Qing saw that Mo Xuan fulfilled his promise and really let Yan Cheng go, and the worries that had been hanging up were finally put down, and the scruples in his heart were eliminated, and the long-suppressed hatred swept up at this moment, and he turned his head and whispered to the generals: "Pass the order, let the soldiers prepare, and when the second son enters the city safely, he will open the city gate, and the whole army will press it, and this king will crush the emperor's Tibetan army in one fell swoop and destroy Mo Xuan!"

"Know!" Everyone understood, and after receiving the order, they turned around and left, not long after Bao Qing's order was handed down, within the city wall, the 270,000 troops of the Wuyue Army quickly gathered in the direction of the city wall, and the spears stood straight ahead, choking the war knife out of its sheath, and just waiting for an order, it surged out.

"Pass the order to all the generals, all ready, according to the plan, let's give Bao Qing Lao'er another hard slap!" While the Wuyue Army was preparing, Mo Xuan also explained to the people around him.

The herald received the order, ran quickly, and conveyed Mo Xuan's order.