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With a twist of his blade, Young Master Pou Liu cut horizontally in a very ordinary manner.

The first few slashes may not have been powerful, but if he was unable to defeat Mister Liu within the first few slashes, then once the momentum from his blade built up, a single slash could win against a dozen slashes or maybe even more than a dozen slashes later, and even the deities wouldn't be able to stop him. Of course, first, Young Master Liu's physique would have to withstand the recoil force of a dozen slashes.

"First Wave!"

Murong Qianchen's spear was easily neutralized and he was about to counterattack, but Young Master Liu's second slash was fleeting in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that Murong Qianchen simply did not have the time to retaliate.

"Rise again!"

Murong Qian Xun blocked it with his spear, and the shock force caused him to retreat two steps.

"Three pounds!"

Carrying the wind and thunder, fast as lightning, like the sound of thunder.

Murong Qian Xun gritted his teeth as the aura around his body surged to the extreme. With a loud crash, he was forced to retreat in front of the Northwest Army's formation.

"Four Directions!"

With the momentum of a mountain, before the saber had arrived, a strong force had already struck his face.

Murong Qian Xun's eyes were on the verge of spitting fire. With Young Master Liu's few cuts, he would only be able to receive two more blows before he would be defeated.

"It can't go on like this. No, there must be a way."

With great effort, Murong Qian Xun endured Young Master Blizzard's slash as he stared at him intently.

Every time he swung his blade, it would always come from the other side of the previous slash … He used the backlash from his previous saber as support. This kind of backlash was the most terrifying part of this kind of blade technique. However, the speed of the saber was too fast, so he could only meet it head on. If this continued, he would be crushed to death.

"Five battles!"

Murong Qianchen stared intently at the incoming saber attack. He was waiting!

"Now is the time!"

When the willow blade was about to come close to him, Murong Qian Xun still didn't raise his spear.

He leaped high into the air, borrowing the force from his spear, the willow leaf blade slashed down onto Murong Qian Xun's right leg, so deep that his bones could be seen.

However, Master Bending Willow was not happy that his attack had succeeded. On the contrary, he felt that it was inconceivable.

Just now, Murong Qian Xun's speed had actually surpassed his own blade's speed. Although he had barely managed to avoid a fatal strike, he had still managed to dodge it in the end.

"Let's call it a day. Your blade technique can only be used one strike at a time to reach the 'Accumulation' stage. Once it is stopped, all the previous energy that was stored would be gone. Now, it's my turn!"

That's right, Murong Qianchen had seen through the flaws in Young Master Prunken Willow's strange sabre art. This technique was very powerful. Even immortals wouldn't be able to stand up in front of him if he were to use it 10 times. The other day, when Wang Jing met Sir Pang Liu's saber strike, Sir Pang Liu had already made eight slashes while the dragon was still trembling. The ninth slash had only managed to kill the dragon in one slash, and then had to face Wang Jing's strike head on. Although the force behind the first nine slashes was incomplete, the remaining force of the first nine slashes was enough to force back the Grandmaster Wang Jing.

And now, the blade aura had been forcefully cut off before it was completed, unlike the day it had beheaded the dragon python. All the accumulated blade aura had been completely depleted.

The spear pierced out like a dragon. Murong Qian Xun didn't care about the injury on his leg at all as he charged straight towards Sir Pang Liu, thrusting his spear forward. He understood that he couldn't give Young Master Ju Liu a chance to gather his strength again. Success or failure, would be decided at this moment!

Just as Murong Qian Xun's full-powered spear was about to pierce Young Master Blizzard's face, a fan suddenly appeared in front of the spear tip.

It was just an ordinary paper fan. However, when it was struck by Murong Qianxu's full power spear, it did not cause the paper fan to break. Instead, it was as if Murong Qianxu, who was holding the spear, had collided against a sturdy city wall.

"Prince's justice!"

He could tell that if it wasn't for Prince Yishan who blocked Murong Qian Xun, then Young Master Liu would have been killed by that spear if he had not been able to dodge.

"My man lost, but this is a battle between two armies. We can't just watch him die."

Chu Yinan's eyes narrowed as he stared at the relaxed Prince Yi.

"General …" "Nothing."

Murong Qian Xun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as his face became slightly pale.

"Qian Xun, can you still fight?"

Chu Yinan asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to fight them one-on-one, but leading the army to kill them is no problem at all."

Murong Qian Xun suffered quite a bit of internal injury from that shock, and a battle between experts would determine life and death in an instant. That was why Murong Qian Xun said that it was difficult to fight him alone, but it was more than enough to lead the charge.

"Alright, regroup and retreat back to Yanmen Palace. I shall be at the back."

"Chu Yinan, you won't be able to leave."

Unexpectedly, Wang Ziyi suddenly said this.

"Look over there."

Chu Yinan was stunned. He saw smoke billowing out from his back, and that blood-red "Martial" sign was even more eye-catching!

Martial Kingdom!

Borrowing the path of the martial nation's Great Prairie, they had finally arrived at the battlefield after taking a long detour from the east road!

"The back road has been cut off, the front road cannot be opened, all of you … Where should we retreat to?! "

The Prince sat as if he'd expected this to happen. His expression was indifferent, as if he'd long since anticipated this situation.

Behind him, the army of the Wu Kingdom surged forward. Chu Yinan even recognized that the military officer was Wu Anbang, the Great General of the Wu Country. There was a wolf at the front and a tiger at the back, Chu Yinan's heart was gradually filled with a desire for life and death.

"Western Army... "He's here!"

At this moment, a thunderous roar came from the west!

Chu Yinan and Wang Ziyi were both shocked.

Because the soldiers under their command were all covered in blood, the leader of the group had lost an arm.

It was none other than Tie Bugui!

How could Tie Bugui break through the defense line of Mongol oak?

This started from three days ago.

Three days ago, Tie Bugui had listened to Chu Huainan's order to send 30,000 men to the other side of the Kobayashi River to fight against the 4000 warriors on the other side of the Kobayashi River.

However, just as everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, a person barged into the military camp and completely messed up the Ma Jiang battlefield.

"General Qin Liangyu's letter! The Wu Country had blocked the defense line on the eastern side of the prairie. They could only send the information to General Tie Bugui, hoping that he would support the general in retreating! "There's no need to worry!"

Tie Bugui jolted and called for a group of high-ranking officers to discuss the matter.

Finally, they unanimously confirmed the authenticity of this secret letter. Then, they immediately came to a conclusion. The Wu Country had sealed off the east road. No wonder Meng Oak was unhurriedly killing them.

Without delay, Tie Bugui no longer said anything as he reorganized his troops and went to battle.

On that day, Tie Bugui took off his armor and went to war. Before the battle, they had burned down all the rations, destroyed all the defensive equipment, slaughtered all the surplus horses, and used everything they had to go all out!

Tie Bugui could not remember how many people he had killed. He only knew that in the end, he had hacked away with his sabre, and that the inner strength of these martial artists were simply too strong. After all, he was a martial artist, unlike them who had a great Dao to support him.

In the end, less than two thousand men out of thirty thousand were left. They used their lives to open up a line of defense on the east side, opening up a path for Chu Huainan's army to retreat.

In this battle, all of the generals, with the exception of Tie Ta, had died in battle because of one man, Meng Oak!

Under the cover of the high-ranking officers, Tie Bugui finally approached the body of the Mongol oak. Facing the flying sword of Mongol oak, Tie Bugui gave up his right hand while the sword of his left hand reached Mongol oak's chest.

When the battle ended, Tie Bugui looked around and saw all those familiar old faces … It's all gone.

However, time did not give him the time to sigh with emotion. After taking a short break, Tie Bugui counted the number of people present. When he found out that there were only two thousand people left, he felt as if a knife was stabbing into his heart.

Chu Yinan dismounted and looked at the two thousand men in blood without saying anything for a long time.

When he found out that the Eastern Army was facing the number one general of the Old Qin Empire, Meng Oak, and the personal trainer, the Fierce Wind Steel Cavalry, Chu Yinan turned Tie Bugui's attack into a deterrent because he knew that even if it was himself, without thirty to forty thousand people, it would be difficult for him to shake the cavalry. Although he didn't want to admit it, Chu Huinan had no choice but to admit that his Northwest Dragon Elephant Cavalry was still inferior to the Fierce Wind Cavalry.

But Tie Bugui had won!

No matter how much he lost, he won in the end, opening up a path for himself to retreat.

"Great General!" The East Road is flat! "

As the two armies crossed paths, Chu Huai Nan didn't even have the time to say anything as he glared at Prince Yi.

"Retreat, retreat to the east!"

At this moment, Tie Bugui also saw the army of the martial kingdoms rushing towards them from the back. He smiled brightly.

"General, let us block the rear."

"Nonsense!" "Hurry up and leave!"

Tie Bugui's men were too tired to fight anymore.

"General, before we came here, I asked my brothers …" "Everyone just said that even though they didn't have the strength to fight again after rushing over, they still came. Even though they knew that they were going to die, they still came …"

"All dead …" Great General, they … "They're all dead! Let this one go to the future, let our brothers come. In the end, help the great general …"

Tie Bugui raised his left arm as he spoke.

"Eastern Army, return with me!"

"Let's return together!"

"Return …"

Returning home, returning home.

Chu Yinan was crying, but she could not allow him to say anything. She clenched her teeth.

"Retreat!"

He shouted out with all his might and stopped looking back. He was afraid that if he looked at the two thousand soldiers, he would not be able to stop himself from going back to fight!

"Can you leave?"

The prince chased after them, but the group of people stood in front of him, blocking his path.

Tie Bugui tore off a corner of his pants so that the soldier beside him could twine the saber in his hand with his left hand.

Without saying anything, he just indifferently looked at Prince Yi, just like the two thousand blood-soaked soldiers under his command.

During the tragic war in the north, the Northwest Army had lost more than half of their forces during the retreat back to Yanmen.

Tie Bugui's entire Eastern Army faced north, with his back facing south!

"..."

At the same time, the criticism from the various families towards Chu Huainan intensified. A few courtiers and ministers wanted to remove Chu Huainan from the northwest, and at this moment, an order came from the Yangtze River to announce the end of the war.

"Those who dare to question the war in the northwest shall be assigned to the Northwest Army!"

Emperor Chu was angered, not because of Chu Huainan's defeat, but because of this bunch of stubborn old fogeys waving their flags. Weren't you all shouting very loudly? Then I'll go to the northwest to fight. If you say Chu Huainan can't do it, then you go up yourself!

This edict finally stopped most of the aristocratic families' mouths, and even Wang Ziyi felt a burst of doubt. No one had expected the Emperor to have so much trust in Chu Huainan.

Just as the war subsided, news of Qin Liangyu finally came out from the prairie. It turned out that the King's Court was already empty. Qin Liangyu led a group of people to find Xu Qingzhi, who was also looking for Qin Liangyu. The two of them went around Yanmen Pass and returned to Liangzhou.

Half a month had passed, and the battle between the four powers finally came to an end. Although the northwest of Chu was severely injured, in the end, the country of Chu was still able to withstand the combined might of the three powers.

However, just as everyone's hearts calmed a little, a piece of news once again shocked the world.

Immortal Saibei was about to be born!

It turned out that Wang Ziyi didn't intend to rely on this battle to destroy the Chu Country and steal the fortune of the dragons and tigers; he just needed a great disturbance to absorb enough energy from the dragons and tigers to open the connection between the mortal world and the immortals, allowing those immortals to descend to the mortal world.

Upon hearing this news, everyone was shocked!

If it was before, the people of this world would still have some doubts regarding the existence of immortals. However, the people who had the means to do so had completely taken off their immortals' veils and revealed it to the world.

Whether it was the Mongol oak that came back from the dead, or the Prince's righteousness that came back to life, one piece after another undoubtedly did not refresh the world's mindset.

If the Immortal Path was so wondrous, then everyone would want it, but after knowing that this type of Immortal Path required the death of enough life, and the entire world was in turmoil, to restore the human condition, the people fell silent. Even the royal family that supported the Prince's righteousness began to waver, but the Martial Emperor firmly stood on the Prince's side, suppressing the voice of the imperial court in one fell swoop.

However, the commoners of the lower echelons of the country were displeased, especially some of the Jianghu forces, especially the Buddhist ones. They publicly protested the decree of the female emperors of the Martial Kingdom and firmly opposed the reformation of the human world.

Thus, a branch of the Taoist family in Wu Country linked with the Taoists in Chu. With the strong support of the Emperor of Chu and the Confucianism, they encouraged the Buddhist disciples of Wu Country and the Taoists of Chu Country to cross the Yangtze River and communicate with each other on the ways of saving the world.

Thus, a grand scene that was hard to see appeared. There were no saber soldiers on the Yangtze River. Instead, the Buddhist light emitted a series of sonic booms, 'Southern Buddha, Northern Reaches, Northern Reaches, Southern Reaches'!

Su Dingfang and Chu Yi were in the midst of it, visiting other countries as leaders of the two countries.

At this moment, Su Dingfang was riding a small boat across the Yangtze River. When he came out of seclusion this time, he asked for a gradient from Monk Green Lotus.

On the Yangtze River, the bald heads shone brightly, especially when compared to the thousands of Buddhist lights.

"I don't know how Xu Qing is doing, but I heard that he has made progress in his Righteous Noble Sword Qi after the Four Corners' competition, and his martial arts cultivation is also at the fourth rank. I am only at the fourth rank, but who would have thought that he would rise so fast, it's really infuriating."

Su Dingfang kept mumbling to himself. Along the way, the Han Mountain Temple disciples that followed him had heard his complaints about Xu Qingzhi countless times. They had also gotten used to Su Dingfang being the youngest in age, yet being the leader of the "champions".