"What kind of immortal method is this? The prince's expression was cold, and the bow in his hand had been drawn.

"Your Highness?" Yang Qiming didn't think that a bow was of any use, and was about to persuade him not to do meaningless things, but his eyes involuntarily moved with the arrow.

This arrow is not exquisite, with a range of 300 steps, which can be done by any martial artist of the upper level.

It shot into the Mingtang army quickly and plainly, like a pebble that did not fall into the sea.

And then... Accidentally caused a tsunami.

The vanished soldier has reappeared in everyone's sight!

At this time, there was a scream from the edge of the battlefield, and the two-winged dragon wolf iron cavalry rushed in from the east and west, and after gathering, it was like a sharp blade tearing through the Ming Tang formation, dividing the battlefield into three parts and surrounding the circle battle, or rather, unilateral slaughter.

The dragon wolf, the weakest is also the last martial artist, more than twice as strong as ordinary soldiers.

And the accompanying pro-guard army, no more than three thousand, no less than three thousand, all of them are at the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Plus 300,000 Shimen Pass soldiers, do you still need to discuss the slaughter?

"How is the mortal formation?" Yi Changsheng patted Yang Qiming on the shoulder, didn't look at the results on the battlefield, and left directly.

Obviously, the hand had left, but Yang Qiming felt that there was still a thousand catties on his shoulder, which was the weight of promise, the weight of trust, and the weight of affirmation, but it was also very light, as if it was flying across the water, bringing peace and comfort to the distant horizon.

Yang Qiming burst into tears, staring motionlessly at the noble crown robe, the thin but towering mountain, smashed his fist on his chest, and the depression that had accumulated for years dissipated.

He replied loudly, "Happy!"

The soldiers who have been forced to defend for many years are enthusiastic, and this battle is fought happily!

Finally, on this ruined battlefield, the blood-stained hands raised their weapons, and the numb face leaned up against the tower, and began to become vivid.

"Immortal God of War, Eternal Glory!"

"Dragon and wolf iron horse, unparalleled in the world!"

"Immortal God of War, Eternal Glory!"

"Dragon and wolf iron horse, unparalleled in the world!"

The battlefield has always been treacherous, and the changes are often only in an instant, You Shan's Mingtang army with less wins is planted in the pit this time, the invincible immortal formation was broken, the soldiers were crushed, and the leading monks and warriors let the dragon wolf chase and intercept them, and the army was defeated for a while, so they had to retreat in a hurry.

There is a plain named Zherong in the west of Shimen Pass over Heshan Road, which is now the garrison of the coalition army of the southwest princes. When Mingtang launched a general offensive horn, troops from all over Shu responded and hurried to come. It's just that the assembly has not yet been completed, and the news of the defeat of the battle has arrived first.

The soldiers were afraid of the miraculous formation's low morale, so when the formation was broken, their confidence was higher than ever.

Vice versa, since the arrival of Xu Weixian's army in Mingtang, as if there were divine soldiers to help, throughout the history of the Great Qian War, it is very rare to see that the soldiers who do not fight and surrender the people, the soldiers are not bloodless, and winning more with less has become commonplace in him.

At the beginning, when he blew a wind, he bluffed a city and county order to rush to ask for co-optation.

Ming Tang's army fought smoothly under his strategy, but this defeat frightened them.

"How can this be?"

"Tell the prime minister to think of a way. ”

......

When the princes in the camp were still arguing about the defeat, the scout suddenly came to report, "The prince himself has led the troops to Heshan Road!"

Suddenly, the entire tent exploded, and Xu Weixian sat down under the King of Mingtang calmly, "Don't panic, I have already set up a maze on Heshan Road." ”

The fist that King Mingtang rested on his lap was released, and the group of people also took a breath, but as soon as they rested, a bloody person rushed in, stumbled on the ground, and said intermittently: "Lost... The maze is broken. ”

"What!" King Mingtang stood up in shock, "Who the hell is this prince!"

If it weren't for the large number of people present, he couldn't help but want to ask Xu Weixian if the prince was an immortal like him.

Xu Weixian's immobile eyes finally changed, he pinched his fingers, his eyebrows were heavy, and he ordered in an orderly manner in everyone's expectation for a long time.

"Where are the disciples of the Ancient Dao Temple?"

"Amitabha. The Buddha's name came from outside the tent, and a monk in a white robe walked up, "The poor monk Yuanjue, in the name of the abbot, came to help." ”

"Yuanjue, isn't that the senior brother of the Gudao Temple?" a general was greatly excited and asked, "Are your one hundred and eight arhats here?"

Yuan Jue's eyebrows are shallow, compared to the name of the monk in the martial arts, "Buddha Gong is deep meaning, Zen heart reaches Zude", more like a young man who does not know the taste of sorrow raised by Pure Water Lanzhi, he bowed his head and said, "Here it is." ”

Everyone couldn't help but smile, and King Mingtang looked out of the tent, "Why don't you see the people from the Xuanyin Palace?"

"It may be later. Xu Weixian set his eyes on Yuan Jue, "When the time comes, please ask the master to lead the warrior monks to help." ”

Yuan Jue did not respond on the spot, but said, "The poor monk has a question, can the donor solve the doubt?"

"Excuse me. ”

"Legend has it that the war in the east continued, and all the Jianghu sects such as Wuhuzhuang, Yellow Crane Tower, and Yishanmen were evacuated, but for some reason there was no trace?"

Xu Weixian looked at Yuan Jue's transparent eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You will see them." ”

Yuan Jue recited the Buddha's name and stopped speaking.

Xu Weixian continued the unfinished order, sent all the battalions to defend the city, and must hold on to Zherong City before the reinforcements arrived.

"One last order, Li Chen!"

A young man in a Taoist robe stepped out from his side, "The disciple is here." ”

"You..." Xu Weixian hadn't finished speaking, when he suddenly heard a hearty laugh coming from the sky.

"Xu Daoyou has been doing well lately. ”

Xu Weixian sighed, his face changed suddenly, and he brushed his sleeves and walked towards the bamboo forest.

At this time, the morning light has just arrived, and the mist in the bamboo forest is ethereal, and the dew on the leaves will not drop. He heard the sound of drinking water and a joke or two, and when he walked into the depths, he saw a middle-aged man in a coarse cloth short coat and a hat on his head, pulling a branch and talking to the boy in the crescent moon clothes about how to grow bamboo.

The boy pouted, looking like he didn't want to pay attention, but the middle-aged man said something up, whether he wanted to listen or not.

Xu Weixian hesitated, "But Hengdao Venerable?"

"You're here," Hengdao patted the boy on the shoulder, "see what I've brought you?"

"......" can't cope with self-cooking at all.

What did the "....." bring to me?

Xu Weixian glanced at the horizontal road of Zhonghou and the simple like the village man in the mountains, suppressed his surprise, and looked at the boy carefully.

At first glance, I saw a somewhat familiar appearance, "Are you Lin Yi's child?"

Lin Yi is the real name of the Sancai scholar.

When the boy heard Xu Weixian say his father's name, his eyes suddenly became complicated, both sad and resentful, and he said warily, "Who are you?"

Xu Weixian soothed, "Your family has learned the three talent scrolls, which is a profound martial arts secret book, and it is also a superficial cultivation method, which is the speculative carrier of my mastery in the mortal world, your father almost touched the threshold of the Tao, and was accepted by me as a registered disciple, but unfortunately he died young, I will ask you, are you willing to ask with me." ”

The boy was confused when he heard this, and only summed up one meaning, this good-looking man was his father's master, and hurriedly asked, "Can you help me take revenge?"

Xu Weixian frowned without a trace, and said with a smile, "Boy, if you enter the Daomen, you have to say goodbye to the world, and you can't touch the things of Hongchen!"

The boy was anxious, and said with red eyes, "You liar, isn't Shigong the prime minister of Mingtang, Shigong can be the prime minister, I can be a general, I want to go back to Daqian and kill those bad guys!"

Xu Weixian touched his head and beckoned Li Chen, "Take him down and get a good night's sleep." ”