When the white-robed young man took off King Jing Yi's head, the surroundings seemed to be boiling, and suddenly burst into exclamations:

"Your Majesty!"

"Human slaughter? How can it be? ”

"Master......"

The exclamation spread, and the entire battlefield was thrown into chaos!

Many Jing soldiers were halfway through the fight, and when they heard this exclamation, they were so frightened that they almost didn't even hold the spear in their hand.

The Jingguo soldiers who retreated to a safe place followed the prestige, and the scene in front of them made them unforgettable for the rest of their lives-

Jing Jun's special five-clawed black dragon robe armor was only equipped for their monarch, and now, this treasure armor was wearing a bloody headless corpse!

The corpse stood still, and next to it stood a young man in his twenties, in a white robe, with a green sword, with a fierce momentum, and a head in his hand.

King Jingyi's head.

The monarch looked at his soldiers with his face facing outward, his eyes wide open, his frightened expression frozen.

The soldiers of Jingguo, who saw this scene, fell into a dead silence one after another, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The white-clothed green sword, the Anxi people slaughter, the nightmare of the Jing army, and the killing god in the northwest.

The newly recruited soldiers had not seen Song Yun with their own eyes before.

But they often hear about this image. The physically disabled veterans and the storytellers in the tavern teahouse always used trembling voices to describe a terrible scene of the arrival of a murderous god when talking about the war of the year.

Even many Jing Bing were naughty when they were children, and their parents shouted in a frightened tone:

"If you are disobedient, ask the Anxi people to arrest you!"

After growing up in the army, they knew that all this was true, and the Anxi people really existed, slaughtered more than 100,000 main Jing troops, beheaded the generals, and killed the Venerable...... The heavy battle record is stained with blood that people dare not look at directly. Fortunately, Rentu had already died, so they didn't have to face it.

But now, a dead nightmare has reappeared, and under the huge impact, their psychological defenses quickly collapse.

There was silence for a moment.

Someone suddenly shouted heartbreakingly:

"The slaughter is back!"

Rumble!

The originally high morale of the Jing army collapsed in an instant, like a mighty torrent rushing down, directly breaking the embankment!

In contrast, after the Tang army reacted, it erupted in bursts of cheers.

In the past, the reputation of Anxi people in Jingguo was far greater than in Tang Kingdom. But in recent years, whenever the Tang people feel the difficulties of the current situation, they will always sigh "If the Venerable Song is still here", they miss such a peerless powerhouse who can shock the party. There are also countless scribes who write poems to remember, which makes Song Yun's "posthumous" fame continue to rise.

At this moment, the white robe returned, and King Jing conferred the head, which doubled Tang Jun's confidence and burst out with unprecedented potential.

"Kill!"

The formation of the Tang Army with the Beiting Army as the core re-condensed and turned into a giant battle knife, straight forward, and forcefully impacted the encirclement of the Jing Army.

The advantages and disadvantages reversed in an instant, and the Jing army battle array couldn't withstand the pressure, and began to retreat row after row.

But at this moment, the powerhouses around Song Yun couldn't care about the battle situation.

"Master!"

Gao Hanqing only needed one glance to recognize that this was the benefactor who saved his life and taught him martial arts.

He strode over, looking at Song Yun's barely changed face, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

"Master, I knew you were still alive, and they didn't believe me......"

At that time, everyone thought that Song Yun was dead, but Gao Hanqing always had hope, and sent cavalry into the desert many times to find the whereabouts of his master.

Song Yun looked at him gently, and nodded approvingly.

Although he has been traveling through time and space, Song Yun will pay attention to Anxi's situation from time to time, and the growth process of this apprentice has basically been in his eyes.

Gao Hanqing, as the chief general of the Beiting Army, can only be regarded as average in command. But as a martial artist and a swordsman, he got the true meaning of killing the way of the sword-

In the face of a strong enemy, he always has the courage to fight to the death, put it to death and come back to life, and continue to grow from blood and fire.

Even if the alpine teenager had a broken arm and was congenitally deficient, he still cultivated to the realm of the middle stage of the Martial Saint, which made Song Yun very satisfied.

"Not bad!"

Two simple words affirm the performance of this apprentice for more than ten years.

Gao Hanqing couldn't hold back anymore when he heard this, and half-knelt on the ground with one hand on his sword, and burst into tears for a while.

In the past ten years, it has been too difficult. The more difficult times became, the more he missed the days when he grew up under Master's wing.

"Ahem, I can't believe you're still alive." Zhang Xianke got up from the ground, walked to Song Yun slowly, looked at it a few times, and couldn't help but sigh:

"We're all old, and you're still the same as you used to be."

Song Yun stared at the weathered old handsome, recalling the Shuo Fang Dao Festival Envoy who was in the prime of life and high-spirited in the past, the difference between the two was too great. Time is like a sword of killing in the hand, and slashing people is the most ruthless.

Generally speaking, a martial saint is still considered a "prime of life" at the age of sixty or seventy, but Zhang Xianke is extremely old, in addition to his lack of cultivation, more importantly, he has been under too much pressure and injured too much over the years.

"It is indeed not easy for you to hold the Tang Kingdom for more than ten years and successfully withstand the pressure of the Six Kingdoms."

With a wave of Song Yun's hand, two drops of essence blood flew out of his palm and slammed into the bodies of Gao Hanqing and Zhang Xianke.

The two of them were refreshed, they felt the warmth in their bodies, their qi became extremely abundant, and their vitality was as strong as spring grass in March, and the injuries they had just suffered instantly improved, and even the dark injuries that had been deposited in their bodies for many years were much better.

The martial arts immortals who have achieved the great success of the way of qi and blood, every drop of blood beads contains the vitality of the vast sea, and the effect is comparable to the best elixir in the sky.

Every time Song Yun ascended his realm in Anxi, his physical state could be refreshed, because the system purified a large amount of qi and blood power, and instantly infused his body to achieve a similar effect.

Gao Hanqing and Zhang Xianke were in good spirits, raised their weapons again, and looked viciously at the martial saint Zhao Buqun, who was about to slip away quietly.

Zhao Buqun is a loose cultivator in the South China Sea, and he has never seen Song Yun make a move back then, and he was a little disdainful before, thinking that it was completely because the soldiers of Jingguo were too wasted to achieve the murderous reputation of human slaughter.

Looking at it today, as strong as King Jingyi, he can only obediently offer his head, which is completely beyond the scope of the Martial Saint!

Zhao Buqun felt a trembling from the bottom of his heart, this was the instinct of the Martial Saint, and it was the fear that involuntarily arose when facing the existence of an enemy whose life level was far beyond his own.

Martial Arts Immortal, this white-robed swordsman in front of him is a Martial Arts Immortal!

Seeing that Gao Hanqing and Zhang Xianke noticed him, he was excited and wanted to fly away, but found that he couldn't fly at all.

There seemed to be an invisible net above his head, firmly enveloping him.

"This guy is also in the middle stage of the Martial Saint, and he is just used to practice his hands, and you can solve him alone." Song Yun said lightly.

Gao Hanqing's eyes froze, realizing that this was the perfect opportunity given by his master, and immediately cast the "Nine Swords of Killing the Sky" to attack the past with all his might.

Zhang Xianke flew into the air, lifted King Jing Yi's head, and showed it to Jing Jun on the opposite side.

Jing Jun, who was still dying and struggling, saw this scene, and his last strength was also discharged, and he turned around and began to flee.

The drums shook the sky, and the Tang army turned from defense to attack, raising its sabers and launching a counterattack.

(End of chapter)