Chapter 175 The End of the Show

When Jingnan Wang appeared here,

Li Fei knew,

His part in this barbarian royal city was over.

He reached out and grabbed his wife's hand. He didn't blame Iguna; there was nothing to blame, and he wasn't in a position to blame her.

He was a little fortunate, no, extremely fortunate, that he had survived.

Before today, he had never actually met Jingnan Wang.

But as the people of Great Yan thought, everyone was tight-lipped when Jingnan Wang was mentioned, but if they knew that the next great battle would be led by Jingnan Wang, then it was basically a sure thing.

Apart from those in the military, few people would admire him;

But where he was,

The people there could feel at ease.

This was the military god of Great Yan.

Seeing Tian Wujing,

And being mocked by the other party as a bastard,

Saboduo wasn't angry,

At least, he didn't directly rush up and fight him.

In this situation, the fall of the royal city was almost a foregone conclusion. The sudden entry of the Zhenbei Army's iron cavalry, the collapse of the situation, was not something that a few masters could turn the tide.

His left hand carried Iguxie, and his figure retreated rapidly.

He conceded,

He didn't think he could kill that heir under the obstruction of the Southern King of Great Yan.

But unfortunately,

He wanted to retreat, but Tian Wujing didn't intend to let him retreat.

In other words,

Tian Wujing came today to kill.

Only dead barbarians are the best barbarians.

When Saboduo retreated, Tian Wujing also moved.

Then,

In the next moment,

Tian Wujing appeared beside Saboduo.

Very close, very close,

This speed was so fast that Saboduo couldn't believe it.

However, after all, he was a strong man, after all, he was a master, so at this time, he immediately realized that it was not that Tian Wujing's speed was so fast that it exceeded the common sense of martial artists. In fact, Tian Wujing did not kick the ground with his feet, using his physical strength to throw himself out like a stone from a catapult;

But rather,

When he said that sentence:

"Who is more like a bastard?"

He had already used spells to teleport.

Yes,

You thought the famous Southern King of Great Yan was mocking you,

No,

He didn't have the leisure for that,

He was actually detouring.

Using spells to create illusions, leaving behind phantoms, he had long predicted that this Right Guli King of the barbarians was different from the former Left Guli King, Shatuo Queshi. He would choose the wisest retreat, taking with him the bloodline of the royal court.

It was probably like,

I predicted your prediction, and made a choice before your prediction.

Back then, the Sword Saint had complained to Zheng Fan with great dissatisfaction,

Tian Wujing actually used tactics from military strategy to fight in the martial world. He was simply bullying the Jianghu people for not being as clever as him. He had no martial morality at all!

At that time, Old Tian's strength was not as strong as it is now. He used his own physique and Qi and blood to exhaust the Sword Saint's sword Qi, while laying out a plan. In the end, he used spells to form an array and defeated the Sword Saint.

Winning against the Sword Saint in a one-on-one fight was the best proof of the Southern Marquis of Great Yan's peak martial strength.

Later, the Sword Saint also gradually pondered that fighting is fighting, there's no need to be too flashy, you have to know how to calculate.

Therefore,

The Sword Saint often fed chickens and ducks at home, seemingly feeding poultry, but actually calculating in his heart how many grains of rice would be enough for these little animals to eat just enough to be full without wasting any.

It's a pity,

This Right Guli King didn't have the Sword Saint's good opportunity, because the Sword Saint could escape back then and come back after cultivating;

Tian Wujing didn't really deliberately chase and kill the Sword Saint back then;

But today,

He was going to kill the person in front of him. If he wasn't going to kill, why would he come here?

The Kunwu blade came out, without any fancy moves.

Greatly alarmed, Saboduo flicked his wrist and smashed the bone club towards the Southern King beside him.

The Southern King didn't dodge,

"Bang!"

The bone club hit the Southern King's chest armor, but it failed to knock him away.

First, because it was a sudden start, a temporary move, this stick couldn't possibly have too much force, and it couldn't compare to a peak output.

So,

Tian Wujing chose to endure this stick,

Then,

The Kunwu blade got stuck on the other party's neck,

And he pressed down!

"Buzz!"

"Boom!"

Saboduo had no choice but to let go, letting Iguxie fall to the ground, while he himself was forcibly pressed to the ground and pushed forward twenty meters by the Southern King with the Kunwu blade holding his neck.

At this time, the situation was extremely critical.

Saboduo's left hand was stuck with the knife in front of his neck, and his right hand raised the bone club again, smashing it towards Tian Wujing's body.

Tian Wujing still ignored it,

Instead, he held the knife with his right hand and raised his left fist.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Saboduo's three bone clubs hit Tian Wujing's body again. The extremely hard gilt armor, at the chest, had already shattered, and blood was seeping out from the inside.

It wasn't that the wound had broken open, but that the Qi and blood in his body had been forced out by the heavy blow.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

While Jingnan Wang endured three of the opponent's bone clubs, his three punches were all solid blows on the back of the Kunwu blade.

This was truly, you hit yours, I hit mine.

With the first punch,

Saboduo's left hand palm, which was stuck on the blade, was directly cut off;

With the second punch,

The blade of the Kunwu knife broke through the neck of this Right Guli King of the barbarian royal court, but at the same time, Saboduo also quickly sealed the Qi and blood in that position, forcibly holding the blade with his muscles and bones.

This was the power of a martial artist, the power of a third-rank martial artist's physique!

But,

It didn't have much meaning,

Because the third punch was already coming down.

"Bang!"

The third punch smashed down on the back of the knife,

The Kunwu knife completely cut off Saboduo's head.

No matter how strong you are,

Once your head is gone,

You're gone.

Saboduo, the Right Guli King of the barbarian royal court, died in battle!

This was a brief confrontation that almost subverted people's illusions about a real strong man's confrontation, and also subverted people's established impression of high-ranking martial artists.

Zheng Houye had long been clear about this, and understood it, because he knew that Old Tian was not a romantic person.

Perhaps he used to be, but ever since he exterminated his family, he either doesn't do anything, or if he does, he does it thoroughly, and gets results.

Fighting is like this,

Killing is also like this.

The hasty duel between two peak third-rank martial artists ended in the manner of a butcher cutting ribs with a pig-slaughtering knife.

Tian Wujing stood up,

The armor on his chest was already badly damaged. After all, the attack of a third-rank martial artist, even if they couldn't exert their full strength, was by no means easy to bear. Defense, and passively taking the full force, were completely different concepts.

But,

It didn't matter.

He didn't have the time to compete with people here in martial arts. Tonight was not the time for martial arts. He still had many things to do, and he still had many people to kill.

His gaze fell on Iguxie, who was lying on the ground not far away.

Iguxie had already been injured by an arrow, and had also been hit by a warhorse, and was then thrown away. He could only crawl on the ground, unable to even stand up.

But you can put all sorts of labels on Jingnan Wang of Great Yan, but you can't put the word "benevolence" on him.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, I beg you to spare his life. He is my wife's younger brother. I will take him back to the royal mansion. Mother and sister have both agreed, really."

Li Fei knelt down and pleaded.

Perhaps, five years later, ten years later, Li Fei, after sitting in the position of the Zhenbei Wang for a long time, would never make this move today.

But, who told him to be young now.

At this time,

A group of Zhenbei Army knights rushed over from the other side. This place was relatively safe.

Tian Wujing did not answer Li Fei's request, nor did he comment on whether he was being a woman's fool. This time, he kicked the ground with one foot, and his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, rushing to another corner of the battlefield.

The sky is deep,

But there is providence;

At least, in this royal city, the barbarian strongmen at this time could no longer hide, and the strongmen could sense each other's aura. Jingnan Wang, who knew a little about spells,

Was even more sensitive to the control of aura.

If this royal city was compared to a game of chess, then Tian Wujing knew exactly which chess pieces were more dazzling on this chessboard.

Those dazzling chess pieces were likely not the two he was going to kill, but the two he was going to kill were likely being protected by them.

Tonight will be very long,

There will be no dawn until the killing is over.

……

"Huff..."

"Your Highness the Heir!"

"Protect His Highness!"

Li Fei held Iguxie in his arms, and behind him, Iguna was kneeling.

After being protected by his own people, Li Fei licked his chapped lips and smiled:

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Where are my father and my grandfather?" Iguna asked blankly.

Li Fei also replied simply:

"They will die."

………

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Protect the King!"

The barbarian warriors who were responsible for protection were not many, but the number was still considerable, but after several divisions of troops to stop the Yan army from killing from other directions, the number of guards was only twenty or thirty people.

Clearly, there should still be more than 80,000 barbarian warriors on the periphery, but at this moment, inside the royal city, there were Yan people everywhere!

At this juncture,

A team of Yan army knights suddenly rushed out. The barbarian guards desperately tried to stop them. After a batch of them were shot and killed by the Yan army's crossbow arrows, the remaining ones were also defeated.

These Yan army soldiers were good at forming formations to fight. Even masters found it difficult to get any advantage in front of them, unless they were too high-level masters.

Beside the old barbarian king, there was an old woman. The old woman had a graceful figure, but her face was extremely old.

There were rumors that the reason why the old barbarian king was able to live so long was because this old woman priest had been prolonging his life.

At this time,

She was protecting the old barbarian king,

Biting the tip of her tongue, spitting blood into her palm, and then bending down, pressing her palm to the ground.

In her mouth,

She began to chant obscure spells, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Beside her, a group of corpses that had just fallen suddenly sat up, roaring and slashing at the Yan soldiers with their weapons. The Yan soldiers were caught off guard and were overthrown.

"King, go, go!"

The old woman continued to cast spells. She was going to stop the pursuers in one direction alone.

………

In another direction, the Right Xian King of the barbarian royal court led his personal cavalry, passed through the chaotic rabble outside the city, and rushed into the city to meet the barbarian king.

The Left Xian King had led his troops to confront Li Chenghui in the east long ago, which made the Right Xian King's pressure extremely great.

But unfortunately, he had been in charge of drills during this period. The results of the martial arts performances during the day were naturally excellent, but they also laid the groundwork for tonight's great defeat.

Most importantly,

No one expected that the Yan people would launch a surprise attack tonight, and it was so silent in advance!

The rush of eight hundred organized barbarian cavalry made it difficult for the Yan army, which had divided its troops early on, to resist for a while.

Inside and outside the royal city, there was now a stalemate. There was me in you, and you in me. Although the barbarians were staging a great defeat, it was undeniable that the Yan army's strength was not enough to form an advantage in all aspects at this time.

Unless,

The barbarians' defeat continued, but this also meant that those who should have been left to be killed were not killed.

"Rush in and meet my King!"

The Right Xian King roared, ordering the warriors around him to move forward fearlessly.

However,

Just then,

A figure suddenly crashed out from a tent beside him.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The bodies of the two guard warriors beside the Right Xian King were directly knocked off their horses.

Tian Wujing faced the Right Xian King directly.

The Right Xian King subconsciously stabbed forward with his knife, intending to block.

But Tian Wujing grabbed the blade with one hand, pressed his whole body against it, and then his shoulder directly hit the Right Xian King's chest.

"Bang!"

The Right Xian King was knocked off his horse.

The other two guard masters beside him, one holding an axe and the other holding a mace, rushed over to protect their Xian King.

Tian Wujing ignored them, bent his body down, his back upwards, and the Kunwu blade directly pierced into the Right Xian King's chest, and then stirred, crushing his spleen.

And the axe and mace directly hit his back hard.

Tian Wujing's body trembled, and blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

High-level martial artists are powerful in battle formations. Back then, Shatuo Queshi repeatedly charged into the Zhenbei Army of thousands of cavalry alone, but this was on the premise that he was protecting himself, not deliberately seeking kills.

If you completely let go of defense and only achieve the goal, the physique of a martial artist is not that strong.

"Buzz!"

An crossbow arrow shot into the face of a guard.

Immediately, several other Yan army soldiers rushed up, one hugging the neck of the guard holding the mace, and the other stabbing the blade in hard.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Tian Wujing ignored it, cut off the head of the barbarian Right Xian King with one knife, and threw it to a captain in front of him.

The captain understood and immediately raised the head of the Right Xian King and shouted in the barbarian language:

"The Right Xian King is dead, the head of the Right Xian King is here!"

For a time, the organized team that the Right Xian King had brought into the royal city against the current to try to meet the barbarian king became loose.

At this time, the looseness of the team meant collapse. The organized team would continue to attract the scattered barbarian soldiers to join, like a snowball getting bigger and bigger. Once they lost their organization, no matter how many people there were, they would eventually feel茫然 and powerless in the face of the situation. The great collapse was inevitable.

Tian Wujing stood on the spot,

Left hand,

Covered his left eye,

His lips moved slightly,

And he was chanting spells.

The next moment,

Not far away,

The old priest who was manipulating the walking corpses to try to stop the Yan soldiers from chasing suddenly felt a crisis.

The walking corpse that had just been summoned in front of her did not have a green light in its eyes, but its left eye flashed a touch of crimson.

Right in front of her,

Right in front of her face,

She swung her knife,

And stabbed into her neck.

She was not a martial artist, so death was actually that simple.

The old priest fell,

And all the corpses she was controlling also collapsed.

The old soldiers of the Zhenbei Army had long known that the barbarian priests had the ability to control corpses, but they had never seen such a fast and quick walking corpse puppet before.

But, they were not scared.

Now that the walking corpse had fallen, they immediately continued to chase in the direction of the barbarian king's escape.

And not far away from the corpse of the Right Xian King,

Jingnan Wang moved his hand covering his left eye,

Blood was constantly dripping from the pupil of his left eye.

This night,

It was not only Jingnan Wang who was fighting,

Whether it was among the barbarians or the Yan army, there were definitely not few strongmen.

But,

It was undeniable that,

The terrifying strength that the Southern King of Great Yan showed today was enough to become the true nightmare in the hearts of all the barbarians tonight.

He was powerful,

He was almost omnipotent,

No one could stop him, and the Yan army soldiers followed him like crazy, escorting him. When they encountered masters, some soldiers even sacrificed themselves as stepping stones to create opportunities for their prince to block the opponent.

Throughout the ages, many military strategists have said that personal bravery will appear extremely pale in the midst of thousands of troops;

But,

What if the personal bravery belonged to the commander-in-chief of an army?

Then the situation would be really different.

Jingnan Wang's white hair had long been dyed black by the blood of the enemy, and the armor on his body had long been damaged.

But his own bravery seemed to be endless.

The fire in the royal city,

Made him think of the bloody night of the Tian family,

Perhaps,

Only now,

Perhaps,

Only at this time,

This endless and selfless fight could completely release the depression that had been accumulated in his heart for five years.

These years of hard work,

These years of waiting,

Finally tonight,

The real curtain could fall.

It could even be said that,

He was waiting,

For today!

A real man,

Suffers alone,

In exchange for the barbarians, the whole tribe cries!

In fact,

The great victory of this surprise attack had long been determined;

But whether it could wipe out the essence of the barbarians in one fell swoop was still unknown!

The old barbarian king finally rushed out of the royal city under the desperate protection of a group of guards, masters, and priests.

This royal city, where he had lived for a lifetime, almost became his burial place today.

But he didn't run far before a cavalry appeared in front of him.

Zhenbei Wang Li Liangting personally held a horse lance, standing on horseback.

Behind him, a group of Zhenbei Army knights were ready early on.

"Old thing, you can't escape."

"Hehe...hehe..."

The old barbarian king laughed twice, sitting on the ground somewhat dejectedly.

In front,

Li Liangting spurred the Pixiu under his crotch and began to charge. The knights behind him followed their prince and broke through the ranks of these guards who had rushed out of the city and were already exhausted.

Li Liangting's Pixiu stepped on the old barbarian king's body, directly crushing this thin and small body.

Only, leaving a complete head.

Li Liangting bent down and reached out, picking up the broken corpse. The head was well preserved, but the flesh below was already tattered and dragging.

A lifetime of dormancy,

A lifetime of management,

In the end,

It failed to exchange for the restoration of the barbarians a hundred years later, and he died and was destroyed in this hopeful night.

The desert was very large,

The Yan Kingdom, too, was very large,

But it could not accommodate the simultaneous rise of two empires.

One of them would eventually be trampled underfoot.

The Yan people did not want it to be themselves, and the Yan Emperor did not allow it to be themselves,

So,

It could only be the barbarians!

Li Liangting raised his mask,

Looked around,

And shouted:

"Pass on this King's military order, today, from the royal court and below!

My Zhenbei Army,

Will not sheathe our blades, nor will we leave any prisoners!"