The decisive battle of Huashan was rapidly fermented in the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty, and it almost became a major event known to the whole country, and this major event was like having wings, flying across the ocean, and was transmitted back to Spain by some Westerners stationed in the Eastern Continent.

At this moment, in a Spanish-style church, a group of Spanish nobles dressed in luxurious services are discussing the matter in the closed church.

"Previously, we were all still hesitating, as soon as the Moyun Immortal came out, Nanming's strength would probably skyrocket a lot, and the one-sided situation of the Great War between the North and the South was afraid of change, and because of this matter, our trip to the Eastern Continent was postponed. ”

A middle-aged aristocrat, wearing a black robe, saw him smile at everyone and said, "But today, there is news from the Eastern Continent that Dolgon, who represents the first person in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and Shen Moyun, who represents the first person in the Southern Ming Dynasty, are already planning to have a decisive battle in Huashan." ”

"It's better to lose both. Another slightly younger nobleman couldn't help but say with his white teeth.

The middle-aged nobleman nodded and said, "Losing both sides can be said to be the best chance for us, once both are defeated, and we enter the Eastern Continent again, we don't have to think about them." ”

"We can use this to proselytize, we can use this to expand our overseas markets, we can ship tons and tons of gold and silver back to our country. ”

An older nobleman said everyone's wishes in a calm tone, and the rest of the people nodded when they heard this, "This is exactly our vision!"

"It's not over yet, though, and there's no need to rejoice too soon. ”

The old nobleman is worthy of being an old nobleman, with a calm and atmospheric feeling, even if the matter is going in the direction they want, but he is still not overjoyed, but said rationally, "According to our vision, we hope to lose both, but in fact, it is very likely that one side will win and the other side will lose. ”

"That's fine, if the Manchus win, we will make friends with the Manchus, and if Nanming wins, we will assist Nanming, no matter what, the situation is clear!" said the others.

The old nobleman nodded: "That's fine, but I have to send someone to Huashan to observe." ”

When the nobles of the Great Western Kingdom were discussing and planning to watch the battle, Zhang Xianzhong, who was located in the southwest corner of the Eastern Continent, was also ready to move in the base camp at this moment.

"My lord, are we going to watch the battle too?" Seeing Zhang Xianzhong walking back and forth, a subordinate finally saw through Zhang Xianzhong's thoughts, so he asked cautiously.

When Zhang Xianzhong heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, as if he was stimulated, and shouted: "No!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The subordinate was taken aback, and didn't quite understand why Zhang Xianzhong reacted so much, these days, since Zhang Xianzhong heard about the decisive battle in Huashan, he was unable to sleep and eat, and he obviously wanted to see it, but now his reaction is that he doesn't want to go, which is really a bit weird.

After a long time, Zhang Xianzhong sighed, and said as if talking to himself: "I was defeated by Shen Moyun back then, where do I still have the face to see? At that time, I thought that he and Li Zicheng would die together, but I didn't expect that he actually returned after disappearing for three years, and even his cultivation has made great progress, and he has the ultimate battle with Dolgon." ”

"Adults don't have to think about it. "The subordinates suddenly felt that the psychological shadow of the boss was still there.

Zhang Xianzhong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How can I not want to, let's not mention the past, now I am the king in the southwest, once Shen Moyun defeats Dorgon, then I ......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xianzhong's face turned pale, he was defeated miserably back then, once Shen Moyun came to deal with him again, then he would definitely defeat himself without a fight, and he would be desperate when he thought about it.

"My lord, Shen Moyun's chance of defeating Dolgon shouldn't be great, right?" said the subordinate hesitantly.

Zhang Xianzhong sighed and shook his head: "I don't know, but I already feel faintly uneasy in my heart, Shen Moyun was able to break everyone's common sense and survive in that situation, I think, the current situation, it seems that Shen Moyun will be defeated, and many people also think that Dolgon wants to win, but I always feel that something is wrong, and I always feel that Shen Moyun is very likely to win?"

As soon as he thought of Shen Ye's victory, Zhang Xianzhong's heart couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by Shen Ye many years ago.

"Then, should we go or not?" The subordinate said hesitantly, Zhang Xianzhong had actually arranged to go to Huashan before, but today he asked casually, Zhang Xianzhong actually said that he couldn't go, so he didn't understand what Zhang Xianzhong meant.

Zhang Xianzhong didn't shout and refuse again this time, but kept pacing in place, walking around, thinking about it, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind and said: "Go!"

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With the rapid passage of time, the time for the decisive battle of Huashan has finally arrived.

Huashan is a famous mountain in the East, this ancient famous mountain is a lot of people here to watch the beautiful scenery on weekdays, but since this period of time, as more and more masters appear here, those ordinary people have long been away from here, only all over the country, and even some masters of the Great West Kingdom gathered here, quietly waiting for the ultimate moment of the decisive battle of Huashan.

This matter is very important, and the huge Huashan Mountain is full of masters from all walks of life.

On this day, the autumn is high and cool, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the sky above Mount Hua is blue, and occasionally a few white clouds float by, bringing a cool wind and bringing a burst of coolness to the masters of all walks of life in Mount Hua.

Looking at the entire Huashan, although there are countless people, from the perspective of the camp, there are probably three groups of people.

In the southwest corner of Huashan, Zhang Xianzhong and his group, this trip to Huashan, he brought hundreds of subordinates, all the strength realms are at the level of the god realm, and even several are half-immortals, and people are immortals.

The person in charge, Zhang Xianzhong, at this moment, he was looking up, wanting to eagerly see the returning Shen Ye, but he was a little afraid in his heart.

At this moment, an old man in a white robe behind him looked at the crowded Huashan, and couldn't help but say with emotion: "King, there are really a lot of people who come to watch the decisive battle of Huashan." ”

Under his cursory glance, there are thousands of people in this Huashan, and most of the people who can come here are powerful, so to speak, this battle is definitely the pinnacle battle, and it is definitely a battle that can go down in history and change history.

"This battle is not trivial, although the difference between victory and defeat is only one word, but the impact on all parties is the difference between life and death. Zhang Xianzhong said with a frown.

In this decisive battle of Huashan, although he is the king of the southwest, he has no initiative at all, he can only watch Dolgon and Shen Moyun fight, once Dolgon wins, he has the possibility of being recruited, but once Shen Moyun wins, he has the possibility of being killed, if both are defeated...... Thinking of this, Zhang Xianzhong flashed a trace of expectation in his heart, if he really loses both, this is definitely his chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that Zhang Xianzhong looked at the immortal masters of the Manchurian Mountains opposite, and couldn't help but sigh, this opportunity is very small.

"Yes, there are a lot of people from the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and there are also many masters from the Nanming Dynasty. The old man behind Zhang Xianzhong also said with a solemn face, and as the two spoke, their eyes couldn't help but look towards the south of Huashan.

South of Huashan is the camp of Nanming, where there are a number of masters of Nanming, and the person who is the leader is the first person in the Nanming court, Xiong Rulin.

But at this moment, Xiong Rulin's heart is not easy.

"There are so many immortals here, is this battle going to force our Nanming into a dead end?" Xiong Rulin's eyes flickered, although he had already brought a lot of masters, but there was no way, most of the immortals died, and some even surrendered and admitted, what he could bring was at most himself, as well as one or two immortals, and the rest were all half-immortals.

On the other hand, the Manchu Qing Dynasty, under the eight flags, are all immortals, and the number alone is not comparable to Nanming.

"My lord, it's useless for them to call too many people, if the national teacher is invincible and wants to retreat, they can't keep the national teacher. A minister behind him, looking at Xiong Rulin's worried appearance, couldn't help but say comfortingly.

Xiong Rulin sighed and said: "I hope, the national teacher's means are superhuman, and it is not something we can speculate, but this Dolgon called so many people, I'm afraid it is really ill-intentioned." ”

"Well, I hope that the National Teacher can defeat Dolgon, once he can defeat, the rest of the immortals will have to weigh it even if they have other thoughts. Nanming and all the masters groaned like this, and then set their eyes to the north of Huashan.

To the north of Huashan was the camp of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

There, the Eight Great Flags were hung high, and a huge 'Qing' character was arrogant and domineering, fluttering in the wind, highlighting the peak of the Manchu Qing Dynasty in this era.

Under the Eight Great Banners, there are all the masters of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, each of whom has a terrifying breath, and when he sweeps it roughly, he is actually a human immortal!

Most of these immortals stood there with their heads down, motionless, and in front of them, a burly figure was standing none other than Dorgon himself, and today, he was not wearing a yellow robe, but a green robe, and cyan dragon claws faintly appeared on the cuffs of the robe.

Compared with Zhang Xianzhong and Nanming in the southwest corner, the masters kept turning their eyes to the north of Huashan, but the immortals in the north of Huashan didn't look at them at all, as if they didn't take them in their eyes at all.

In fact, these immortals of the Manchu Qing Dynasty did have these strengths.

Dolgon stood with his hands in his hands, and after waiting for a long time, he suddenly turned his gaze to Nan Ming's side, but still didn't see the familiar figure, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "That Shen Moyun, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

"Hmph, I guess it's fear, in the face of so many masters in the world, I think, even him, has the intention of retreating. Hu Lahu said mockingly.

Dolgon closed his eyes, shook his head and said: "Impossible, human immortals have the pride of human immortals, since he agreed, then he will definitely come." ”