Looking at Ulan Batel's frowning brows, a smile appeared on Bailichuan's red and white flushed face, and his slender fingers pressed lightly in front of him.

The hundreds of people who rushed over, whether they were ordinary cavalrymen or powerful warriors, turned into a miserable white ball of fire, and their flesh and blood were burned clean in just an instant, turning into gray-white powder.

This method is strange and abnormal, and it makes everyone feel like they are dying.

Ulan Baatar also frowned, he straightened his waist, and the bright electric snake jumped on his arm, but he didn't make a move for a long time. The scorching air swept the ground like an invisible fire, and the grass instantly turned to flying ash, and the ground cracked, steaming up a blood-colored mist.

The front of the city gate cave is thirty zhang round, and it is filled with this kind of high temperature of the burning world, which makes people instinctively retreat, and it is impossible to get close without the strength of breaking the army realm.

Ulan Baatar felt that it was not like it, the person in front of him was too weird, he was just standing there, as if he could really defend this black city by himself.

It's already getting dark.

The light of the fire and the darkness of the night, the silence of death and the heartache were mixed together, and when a wisp of wind passed, it was as painful as if someone had cut the soul with a knife.

Ulaanbaatar knew he had failed.

He's been here, but he's missed his last chance, and if he waits until tomorrow morning, then there's no telling what else will happen.

As a last resort, he already wanted to give the order to withdraw his troops.

As long as he shouted, the herald who kept an eye on his movements would surely obey the general's order, and then the loud horn trumpet blew and made a dull sound, and the barbarian army began to retreat, perhaps some people were unwilling, but most people would breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, there is no need to die anymore.

Ulan Baatar thought about this scene that had not yet happened, and the stone in his heart seemed to sink a little.

He turned his head to look at the old priest who had several more knives all over his body, and almost became a bloody man, his name was Erriqing. It had been his enemy, and now, because of the same goal, they had become comrades fighting side by side.

The other party was also watching him, but the old man was not waiting for his order at the moment. The old man's eyes were full of wisdom, just like his teacher back then, it was something accumulated over the years, like a heavy fold on his face, far from being comparable to him.

The old priest just shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, the battlefield was too noisy and too far away to be heard clearly.

But there is no need to listen, Ulan Baatar also knows, he said that he can't retreat.

The generals who rushed behind him were also looking at him with their eyes, the difference was that these people were waiting for him to give an order, they were supreme warriors, but at this moment, there was not much fighting intent in their hearts.

But Ulan Baatar knew that Erriqing was right, at this time, any mercy and retreat were useless, at this moment, as long as he could break through this city gate, then no matter what the price was, it would be worth it, and even if he retreated, as far as the eye could see, there was the territory of the Central Plains all around, where could he retreat?

Moreover, they have already come here, how can they be blocked by a mere person?

He swept past the soldiers one by one, and only said one sentence: "Charge, those who take a step back will die! Today, breaking through this city gate, this is our only chance!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers suddenly scattered, drew their swords and charged!

Under the military order, you can die and cannot be retreated!

The only remaining Black Thorn Cavalry scattered, lifting their heavy steel spears, and they slowly but orderly formed a formation, side by side, like a jungle of steel.

This is a monster born for war, they began to run, and the black monster under the crotch that was a head higher than the foot of the Liyang war horse was stimulated by the battlefield, and his eyes were red.

The two horses were strained by a blade-like iron cable, and at high speed, the few cavalry left outside the city were routed in an instant.

The team of two hundred men charged up, and it was as magnificent as a mountain.

Face to face, the look in Bailichuan's red eyes also became serious. His opponent is not only the Black Thorn, but also Ulan Batel, who is about to burst out at any time, and if he is not careful, even he will die here.

Because he knew he wasn't going to retreat.

The sky was exceptionally clear tonight, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single cloud to be seen for thousands of miles, and the light of the full moon began to dim, on the contrary, countless stars were getting brighter and brighter.

The stars were throwing countless invisible starlight on the ground, converging on his side, turning into countless cyan lines, like a light veil attached to his body, burrowing into his body along his pores. The power flowed like a tsunami through his tendons, striking his joints with a crisp clicking sound.

At the same time as the strength was felt great pain, but on the contrary, his mind was clearer.

The cavalry swooped in.

He raised his arm, and with a seemingly random wave, the integrated steel beast that collided with him collapsed with a bang. It was as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and in an instant, it exploded from the center, like a blooming, blood-red flower.

At the same time, a man came to him.

You must know that at this time, the high temperature around him that ignited everything not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense, and there are not many people in this world who can get close to him at this time.

At this time, it can only be Ulan Batel.

The other party's eyes were cold, and he didn't even look at it, but he reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Ulan Baatar didn't attack immediately, because up to now, he still hadn't figured out the other party's means, and he still needed to spare a little energy to suppress the heat in his body, and he couldn't do his best, and a rash attack would only give the other party a chance.

But here he stands, it's impossible not to attack.

He had already grabbed the enemy's shoulder, and began to exert force, unless he had a strong body that was not bad, and he held the body, even the strongest master would be torn off an arm by this drag.

Baili Chuanhong obviously didn't have such a physique, but Ulan Baatar didn't succeed either, the moment he exerted his strength, an inexplicable force suddenly converged on Baili Chuanhong's shoulder, not only did not let himself move, but wanted to shake his five fingers open.

He approached his limit again, and only used a very small amount of energy to suppress the heat in his body, and the violent violence shook out in a small space, whether it was the Liyang armor who rushed behind the city gate, or the grassland cavalry who wanted to approach behind him, in an instant, I just don't know how many people were shocked to death.

The power was exhausted into the ground, and the whole city began to shake, like a dragon turning over, the houses collapsed, the tiles were flying, people were running and shouting, and the armor soldiers who came to support were at a loss.

Ulan Baatar only felt a roar in his ears, and he couldn't hear any sound at all, and the flying dust obscured his vision, and he could vaguely see the blue light flashing in front of him.

The barbarian warrior rushed over without his life, but Ulan Baatar didn't stop him, he knew that at this time, as long as he could divide a trace of the energy of the person in front of him and let himself find a chance, the dead person would be useful.

Their time is running out.

Torches tossed high illuminated the way forward, and the armor shone with black light. Ulan Baatar smashed his fist into the dust, and the dust immediately dispersed, hitting Baili Chuanhong's arm in front of him.

Bailichuan red vomited blood and retreated.

Forward, whether it is a war horse or a knight, an invisible fire rises in the body, and when it burns, it turns into a miserable white flame of light, reaching the hearts of the people.

The armor on their bodies turned red and began to melt, but the black iron spear in their hands stabbed towards the retreating Baili Chuanhong according to inertia.

Bailichuan's red eyes narrowed slightly.

There is a white-clothed bodhisattva in the school palace sweeping the formation, although there are not many cavalry who can rush over, but he has to be distracted to deal with it, at this time, distraction is almost fatal.

At this time, Ulan Baatar suddenly remembered the days when he was a child, on the grassland, when he squatted beside his teacher to watch the nobles perform the coming-of-age ceremony.

It was a very pleasant thing, the young nobles who had just come of age took up their knives, picked up the fattest little lamb in the flock and killed it with a knife, and they could take their favorite and most beautiful girl in the tent at will, and if anyone did not agree, the two would wrestle, and if they won they would take the girl, and if they lost, they would go to the next tent.

And he, who was on the side at that time, followed the teacher to steal the mutton and white flour cakes that had been prepared, and secretly drank a few sips of mare's milk wine by the way.

The gatherings in the prairie are all in the open wilderness, blowing a cool and comfortable wind, with the smell of horse manure. He sometimes wondered what he was living in this world for, and he had envied the nobles, and he had imagined what he should be like at the time of his coming-of-age ceremony, and which girl he should go to and take away in which tent. Is it Akaqing in the tent next door or Suman, the female officer in the Golden Horde......

But after thinking about it, in the end he just looked at the sky and was silent.

He is not a nobleman, it is not a coming-of-age ceremony at all, even if he has been secretly called a little priest behind his back, the priest is the spokesman of the gods, not a mortal, and naturally he does not need to have a coming-of-age ceremony. He didn't care too much, because he didn't have any girls he liked too much, and he didn't know what he was living in this world for.

Just like at this time, he stood here, and the nobles who had passed the rite of passage rushed past him, and like ordinary samurai, they did not hesitate to die.

In this brutal battlefield, no one's life matters, and neither does he.

It was just a matter of a moment, and with a wave of his hand, there was an invisible wall in front of him, and the hot iron spear did not pass through until it melted into a puddle of molten iron on the ground.

But Ulaanbaatar passed through, and he relaxed, and the white fire rose in his muscles, and then extinguished, and burned again, and extinguished again, and the pain came like a tide, but he endured.

He had something to do, he had to do, and he had to do it, even if he died. In this cruel world, cowardly people can only die or get the humiliating sympathy.

Bailichuan's red pupils shrank, and he wanted to dodge, but he didn't have time.

The seemingly inconspicuous attacks of the cavalry did their trick after all, and he slowed down for a split second, and Ulan Baatar grabbed his head. At the same time, he could see Ulaanbaatre's face clearly.

He thought he was cold and strong enough to live for more than two hundred years, and he thought he had seen too many things in this world and seen the complicated human heart. But it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had been in the palace for too long and had never seen the reality of this world at all. In the face of his steely cheeks and determination, he was as fragile as a child.

Ulan Batel's movements did not stop in the slightest, he shouted, and unimaginable power gathered in his arm, throwing Baili Chuanhong's entire body on the city wall.

Countless formations lit up on the city wall in an instant, and the surging Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi began to counterattack, white, dazzling light bloomed in this small space, and the night sky was as bright as day in an instant.

Ulan Baatar slowly stopped, his arms were bleeding, and a deep blood groove had been cut in his chest, but he succeeded, the burning feeling was gone, and the barbarian army may have suffered heavy losses, but it was ready to charge!

He could see clearly that at that moment, Baili Chuanhong's fragile body exploded on the city wall, turning into countless cyan lights.

He gasped, but the next moment, his eyes widened.

Incomprehensible things happened in front of his eyes, appeared, the cyan light reconverged, and slowly turned into a human form, and in just two or three breaths, a living Baili Chuanhong appeared in front of his eyes.

There was no trace of blood on Baili Chuanhong's face, full of the paleness of fear, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, since the battle two hundred years ago, he once again felt that the broken soul was about to slip out of his body.

"You're not dead yet?" Ulan Baatar was really a little puzzled, even if it was the Tianchong realm, if the body was broken, the person would be dead, even if the divine soul could survive, it was only a matter of a moment and a half.

Baili Chuanhong coughed, had an extra lantern in his hand, smiled, and said, "It's not the time to die, what about you, haven't you seen that it is absolutely impossible for you to capture Chang'an City?"

Ulan Baatar shook his head and said coldly, "I really can't see it. ”

As he spoke, he pounced again, and the two fought together, like drunken hooligans on the streets of Chang'an City, with no moves at all, but the ripples of agitated energy turned the place close to the two into a dead field.

The battlefield of the two had moved from the city gate to the outside of the city gate, but the cavalry still did not rush in, because Liyang's Imperial Forest Army had already rushed out again. Among the thirteen guards of the Imperial Forest Army, although they usually only guard the imperial city, after a long period of training and selection, there is no one who is not good at riding and shooting.

The last 5,000 Royal Guards rushed out.

The Black Thorn cavalry was dead, and there were only a few horses left to worry about, and the enemy was already exhausted, and the horses under their crotches ran and ran, and sometimes they didn't need anyone to attack, but they fell to the ground and threw the equally exhausted knights on horseback.

The remaining 30,000 elite brute cavalry were crushed under the charge of the Liyang cavalry at this moment, and no matter how desperately they fought, they were never able to form an effective counterattack formation, and could only be slaughtered in the end.

Ulan Baatar still had a cold face, he knew the battle situation, he just waved his fist silently, no longer said a word, and he didn't know what to think in his heart.

The barbarian warriors jumped off their tired horses, raised their scimitars, and began to charge. Their eyes were filled with anger and blood, staring at the ghostly Baili Chuan Red that fluttered in the wind under Ulan Baatre's fist.

The charge of the barbarian iron knight was stopped by one person, which was a great shame for them, no matter what kind of person or demon was standing opposite, no matter what the result would be after today. These men don't care anymore, they must kill him.

Facing the countless killing intent rising around him, Baili Chuanhong frowned, and he didn't dare to be careless. He never knew what Liu Ye thought, this man was hiding very deeply, and he seemed to have inexhaustible hole cards no matter what time it was.

He even believed that even if the army of these barbarians was allowed to rush into Chang'an City, Liu Ye would naturally have a way to deal with it, but before, he was unwilling to gamble.

But now, the situation is clear.

Ulan Baatar may be very strong, but he just dragged him down, and didn't fight him to the death at all, what could he do to himself? When the barbarian cavalry was dead and the masters in the city were exhausted, at that time, even Ulan Baatar would only die here.

As for the barbarian generals who swung their swords at him, thinking of this, he only sneered and said mockingly: "Fools who don't have long brains. ”

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Chapter Summary Looking at Ulan Baatir's frowning brow, a smile appeared on Bailichuan's red and white face, and his slender fingers pressed lightly in front of him.

The hundreds of people who rushed over, whether they were ordinary cavalrymen or powerful warriors, turned into a miserable white ball of fire, and their flesh and blood were burned clean in just an instant, turning into gray-white powder.

This method is strange and abnormal, and it makes everyone feel like they are dying.

Ulan Baatar also frowned, he straightened his waist, and the bright electric snake jumped on his arm, but he didn't make a move for a long time. The scorching air swept the ground like an invisible fire, and the grass instantly turned to flying ash, and the ground cracked, steaming up a blood-colored mist.

The front of the city gate cave is thirty zhang round, and it is filled with this kind of high temperature of the burning world, which makes people instinctively retreat, and it is impossible to get close without the strength of breaking the army realm.

Ulan Baatar felt that it was not like it, the person in front of him was too weird, he was just standing there, as if he could really defend this black city by himself.

It's already getting dark.

The light of the fire and the darkness of the night, the silence of death and the heartache were mixed together, and when a wisp of wind passed, it was as painful as if someone had cut the soul with a knife.

Ulaanbaatar knew he had failed.

He's been here, but he's missed his last chance, and if he waits until tomorrow morning, then there's no telling what else will happen.

As a last resort, he already wanted to give the order to withdraw his troops.

As long as he shouted, the herald who kept an eye on his movements would surely obey the general's order, and then the loud horn trumpet blew and made a dull sound, and the barbarian army began to retreat, perhaps some people were unwilling, but most people would breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, there is no need to die anymore.

Ulan Baatar thought about this scene that had not yet happened, and the stone in his heart seemed to sink a little.

He turned his head to look at the old priest who had several more knives all over his body, and almost became a bloody man, his name was Erriqing. It had been his enemy, and now, because of the same goal, they had become comrades fighting side by side.

The other party was also watching him, but the old man was not waiting for his order at the moment. The old man's eyes were full of wisdom, just like his teacher back then, it was something accumulated over the years, like a heavy fold on his face, far from being comparable to him.

The old priest just shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, the battlefield was too noisy and too far away to be heard clearly.

But there is no need to listen, Ulan Baatar also knows, he said that he can't retreat.

The generals who rushed behind him were also looking at him with their eyes, the difference was that these people were waiting for him to give an order, they were supreme warriors, but at this moment, there was not much fighting intent in their hearts.

But Ulan Baatar knew that Eri Qing was right, at this time, any mercy and retreat were useless, at this moment, as long as he could