The sergeants who were hit by the bones of the fans that turned back were poisoned and fell to the ground within a breath of death.

Duanmu Xuan's figure did not move at all, looking at the seriously injured Confucian general who was desperately grabbing the battle flag, a mocking look appeared on his face again.

"Is it worth it to work hard for Datang?"

"You won't understand. Facing Duanmu Xuan's questioning, Duan Ping shook his head with a wry smile.

A dragon shadow roared and flew towards Duan Ping, who was majestic at that time, and he rescued Emperor Gao from millions of enemy troops alone at this moment, he was already half-haired, and he could only weakly clench the battle flag in his hand, waiting for death.

At the last moment, a dragon pattern knife flew out from the side, scattering the dragon shadow.

"Hum!" The intersection of the sword qi and the blade was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, making a piercing knife sound, and everyone present was dizzy, as if the sharp vertebrae were piercing the brain.

"Duanmu Xuan, you traitor, you don't deserve to have the dragon pattern knife of my Tang Jinyi Guard!" The leader flew in front of Duan Ping, caught his weapon, and more than a dozen people behind him were agile, and surrounded Duanmu Xuan one after another.

"The north is about to fight, this time Duanmu Xuan wants to surround you, give me the battle flag, go quickly." The man said to Duan Ping.

Duan Ping opened his eyes, revealing a complicated expression. This person is the deputy commander of Jinyiwei, Sun Qi. And all around him are Jinyi guards who are loyal to the Tang Dynasty and have fled the capital.

"Withdraw. Duan Ping, who knew this well, did not hesitate too much, and slowly led his troops to retreat and went to pursue Zhao Ting.

"It's you. Duanmu Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of disdain. This so-called deputy commander of the Jinyi Guard, his strength is too much inferior to him, if it weren't for his ancestors, he used to be a comrade, he wouldn't have looked at him more.

"I'm waiting for the Jinyi Guard, on the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince, to come to crusade against the traitor!" Sun Qi shouted, and the battle flag in his hand fluttered in the wind.

"On the orders of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, we will crusade against the traitors!" More than a dozen brocade guards around him tore off their camouflaged cloth clothes one after another, revealing the robes of the brocade guards, and the war knives in their hands were instantly pulled out!

In the messy barracks, in addition to the dead sergeants, only Sun Qi and his party were left to face the former commander, as well as ...... Hundreds of thousands of troops behind him.

Duanmu Xuan was not in a hurry to chase after Duan Ping, who had withdrawn, but looked at the dozen or so Jinyi guards who drew their swords and aimed at him with great interest.

Not long after, Duanmu Xuan led hundreds of thousands of troops to unfurl their banners and surround all these dozen people.

Sun Qi and the accompanying Jinyi guards were surrounded by the battle flag of the Tang Dynasty, and they were already isolated.

"Sun Qi, remember that you respected me in the past, and I will give you two ways today. If you surrender and sacrifice the heads of the Zhao court, you will not lose your position as a marquis, and your brothers will have their rewards. Duanmuxuan took the seat handed by his subordinates and sat down, and the guard of honor of the Son of Heaven was erected.

"What about the second way?" Sun Qi looked fearless, and pointed his sword straight at the menacing army.

"You saw it, these hundreds of thousands of troops. Duanmu Xuan was high up, wearing the crown of the Son of Heaven, and suddenly waved his sleeves, and suddenly the sword halberd was like a forest, and hundreds of thousands of troops raised their shields and shouted three times in a row, and its sound was through the sky.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Duan Ping, who led the army to retreat, suddenly turned around, and saw the black pressure on the side of the Tianjiang River, and the spirit horse under the seat suddenly neighed, obviously frightened.

"Let's go. A burst of spiritual pressure came out, and the war horse showed an uneasy look, and finally quieted down, and the soldiers behind him didn't see it, and Duan Ping's eyes were already a little moist.

"A traitor, always a traitor, will never change!" Although Sun Qi was smiling, there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in this smile!

"Annihilate them, and reward a piece of spirit stone with a body. Duanmu Xuan waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Kill!" the cry sounded, and hundreds of thousands of troops waited for an opportunity to move, swarming from all directions.

"Kill. A group of more than a dozen people transmitted messages to each other, looked at each other with a sharp heart, and all maintained a fighting posture, and the killing skills that had been honed since childhood broke out at the moment when the swords and soldiers met.

Black brocade guards weaved back and forth through the army, and several soldiers were killed by covering their throats every time the sword light was lit up. For a while, it was like a tiger entering the flock, invincible.

Like the Grim Reaper, the brocade guards used their superb internal strength or majestic aura to maximize their killing. From midnight to noon, the battle did not stop.

Suddenly, a brocade-clothed guard was physically exhausted, and was quickly cut down by enemy soldiers, and his body was looted.

Another brocade guard was shot several times, bleeding profusely, and drowned in the army.

The Jinyi guards who followed Sun Qi fell one after another, and in the end, only one person was left waving the battle flag and rushing back and forth with a dragon-patterned knife. The army was unable to resist and formed formations to oppress.

Sun Qi's face was covered with blood, and a whirling sword qi burst out in mid-air, and the soldiers around him were forcibly killed by the dragon shadow and fell in a pool of blood.

From noon to midday, no one could get close to him, and even the generals who were ordered to come in person had several people who hated him under his dragon-patterned sword.

"Your Majesty, this Sun Qi's cultivation is unfathomable, and it may be difficult for our army to take it for a while. "Looking at the Tang Dynasty battle flag in the army from a distance, one will crouch under Duanmu Xuan's knees, and the other will point behind him.

"Take my golden arrows. ”

Then he will answer the promise and present his bow and arrows.

Duanmu Xuan squinted, put his two fingers on the bowstring, and the power of the dragon vein was stored on the golden feather arrow, and he slammed the target!

An arrow turned into a dragon shape and easily pierced Sun Qi's knee. Sun Qi fell to the ground, but his hands held the flagpole tightly, facing the swords, guns and halberds of the army. He couldn't move around anymore.

"The battle flag will not fall, and the battle spirit will not be extinguished!" This hoarse voice was exhausted, Sun Qi took root as if he fell to the ground, and the dragon pattern knife was suspended in the air and quickly strangled the attacking enemy.

With him as the center, the soldiers were broken, and the corpses were all over the field, and they were terrified and chilled when they were killed.

"Stop!" Duanmu Xuan raised his hand, and the army retreated like a tide. Sun Qi's dragon-patterned brocade clothes were already covered with bloodstains, and the dragon-patterned knife had also turned a strange black-red color. The lower half of his body had been covered by the corpses of the enemy, and the battle flag was still fluttering in the formation.

"What are you for? Shouldn't Dao Xuan Monk be free to enjoy himself? Duanmu Xuan walked in front of Sun Qi with a dragon pattern knife, his face expressionless, and he questioned again.

"You don't understand. Sun Qi panted, the corners of his mouth barely moved, he raised his head, his eyes were blazing, and he was close to Duanmu Xuan's eyes.

"Long live Datang!" As soon as the words fell, the sword light faded, and Sun got up and separated, leaving only the headless deputy commander of the Jinyi Guard.

He wrenched his hand away and threw the banner on the ground. Duanmu Xuan threw aside the knife that Zhao Heng had given him, turned around, and led his troops to chase in the direction of Duan Ping's withdrawal.

Sun Qi's hand held the flagpole tightly, as if he had a thousand powers. Several soldiers had to pry their fingers open and throw Datang's battle flag on the ground.

There was a light snow in the sky again, as if trying to bury it all.

About a quarter of an hour, a white streamer escaped from the sky, and Ximen Tian rushed here, slowly falling, looking at such a tragic scene along the way, silent.

He walked to the center of the battlefield, he looked at Sun Qi's stiff hand, and then at the Tang Battle Banner that fell to the ground, thought for a while, and chased due south.