Chapter 87: Battle

King Xia's army traveled more than 1,000 miles a day, trekking through mountains and rivers, just waiting for leisure. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

From beginning to end, Shen Lian never got out of the carriage again, he was immersed in the subtlety of "Lianshan", and he also had a better understanding of the Taixu Divine Strategy he had cultivated. His understanding of the Taixu Divine Strategy is still not deep enough, and he understands a little more and more, I am afraid that he has not yet reached the realm when the Qing Shui Patriarch created the Taixu Divine Strategy.

If he wants to go further, he has to transcend the Taixu Divine Strategy and create a fundamental law, so that he can really enter the Taiyi realm, otherwise he will have achieved Taiyi, and he is still in the fence set up by Patriarch Qingshui.

Shen Lian understood this, and began to work hard in this regard.

Also in these days, even if Shen Lian was free, he didn't go to see King Xia, after all, they had nothing to say when they met, and Guan Longzi, who was with the army, didn't come to see Shen Lian.

It had been snowing since the 10th of the day, and the army was not slowing down, moving more and more rapidly in the vast snow. King Xia's line was not in the middle army, but in the front army, which was a position where he would directly confront the enemy when he encountered it.

Shen Lian was in the Chinese army, and both the Xia army was before and after.

The horse pulled for Shen Lian was an extremely divine horse, and its strength was no worse than that of an ordinary dragon, this was originally the royal horse of King Xia.

Shen Lian at least got enough respect, and because of this respect, he also tacitly didn't wander around.

It's just that Shen Lian couldn't help but be a little happy when he saw the snow, so he opened the window.

The scene outside the window is pale, the forest sea, the snow field, are all white, the snow is falling one after another, it is very melodious and quiet, Shen Lian likes this kind of weather, such a landscape.

The speed of the carriage was fast, but Shen Lian's eyesight was enough for him to see the snow scenes along the way, and because he was fast enough, the more scenery he could see.

But suddenly the carriage stopped, and so did the 50,000 troops, because the front army stopped first.

The whole army is like the body of the same person, and it really does the order and prohibition, and the power brought by this neat law is equally shocking.

Shen Lian couldn't help but face up to the army.

He didn't get out of the carriage, but just asked the black tiger to come over with a basin of clear water, and then with a wave of his hand, the scene of the former army appeared in the basin.

The most eye-catching thing in Qing Shui was the two people, one was the Xia King wearing the robe of the Xuanhuang Emperor, and the other was standing opposite the Xia King, he was wearing a snow-white fox fur, and he looked like he was only twenty years old.

Shen Lian has seen many people wearing white clothes, both men and women, all of them are extraordinary, but compared to this person's snow-white appearance, it is always a little worse, not because of temperament, not because of bearing, but because he is naturally suitable for wearing such a white.

The snow that was blowing one after another became the foil for this person, even if King Xia was as powerful as the sea, he was indifferent.

Shen Lian was a little silent, he actually wanted to go out to see the two of them, but it was not suitable now, because as soon as he went out, he might make the man in white leave, and he would not see the confrontation between the two peerless powerhouses.

He tried his best to collect his qi and silently watched the scene in the clear water.

The man in white is none other than Yunyang, the legendary son of the White Emperor and the co-owner of Dongyi.

King Xia wants to conquer Dongyi's Shi clan, so Yunyang should do something, what ordinary people can think of is that Yunyang will unite the major tribes of Dongyi to jointly resist King Xia, and finally seek peace.

But others never imagined that Yunyang would appear on the way of King Xia's expedition to Dongyi, and dare to stop on the road alone.

Not only did others not expect it, but it seemed that King Xia didn't think of it either.

He just sent someone to hunt down and kill this kid, and his impression of Yunyang was almost equal to nothing, but that time Yunyang sent a phoenix bird to send a message, and he saw that this son was a little arrogant, that's all.

Now it seems that this kid is not only heroic, it should be said that he is bold.

Guan Longzi held a pen and a jade slip not far away, and finally wrote, "Wang and Yunyang met in the wild." ”

All the swords and swords, all the thrilling, were written by Guan Longzi in the plain seven words, but if future generations see his handwriting, they can see the excitement revealed in his strokes.

The entanglement between Yunyang and King Xia is also the epitome of the grievances and grievances between Dongyi and Great Xia for thousands of years. The grievances and grievances of Dongyi and the Xia people are not clear for three days and three nights, and there have been times when Great Xia has declined, and there was a decline because Dongyi attacked Great Xia, and when Great Xia was strong, Dongyi was a very respectful vassal, and even Xia had a civil strife, and there was a Xia king who fled to Dongyi to borrow troops to quell the rebellion.

Unclear grievances and grievances must also be decided.

In this world, the way to determine right and wrong is probably to divide life and death.

As long as one party does not exist, all grievances and grievances will be completely settled.

Yunyang is younger than King Xia, his cultivation is shallower than King Xia, and he is still alone, he is at a disadvantage here, but he is still here, no matter whether this battle is successful or not, he will be famous all over the world, but if he loses, the price is too great, so big that he will not even have a chance to regret it.

No one understood his thoughts, and neither did King Xia, let alone understand.

King Xia only said one sentence: "Since you are here, then die." ”

Yun Yang looked at King Xia deeply and replied softly, "You can't do it." ”

King Xia didn't speak anymore, he was not a man of many words, and he had long understood that relying on words to show the truth was far less effective than fists.

Therefore, there was an extra fist between heaven and earth, and from Yun Yang's perspective, all he could see was this huge iron fist.

Xia Jun began to retreat rapidly, and retreated more than ten miles in an instant, but it was still not enough.

They just kept retreating, and seemed to know very well what terrible destructive power would be if the king made a move.

Shen Lian stared at the scene of the clear water in the basin calmly, and he observed the battle between the two with the technique of seeing and hearing, and the perspective was excellent.

King Xia's punch, there are no superfluous changes, only the naked ~ naked power is released, such a punch, even if he wants to dissolve, it is not so easy.

There is no earth-shattering explosion, and in the face of the great power of the Xia King, all obstacles will turn into powder. I saw a huge crater in front of me, and from above, it was an oblique fist print, about five or six miles in area.

King Xia's body is constantly rising, and he is a hundred zhang tall.

The muscles are knotted all over the body, and the beauty of strength is full.

After retreating for hundreds of miles, all the sergeants dug a pit and buried themselves deeply, as if they had been specially instructed to do so, knowing that this would minimize the impact of the king's power.

King Xia naturally couldn't solve Yunyang with a punch, he was in the sky, a cyan phoenix bird carried him, he stood with his hands in his hands, let the wind blow his long hair, and looked at King Xia with a solemn face.

This battle was perhaps the most exciting battle in the Netherworld in a hundred years.

(To be continued.) )