Fang Vake took a step back, feeling a tightness in his chest, the strength supported by the spirit treasure was a little shaky, and it seemed to be falling back, after all, the foundation was unstable.

But he is angry in his heart, people want to be faced, you and Your Majesty are willing to do it, and there is no Your Majesty persecuting him. But when Sun Feifei shouted out in front of the two armies in this tone, it was as if he had been used by His Majesty, so how could he command his army in the future?

Anger gave him the strength to continue fighting, he bit the tip of his tongue with hatred, supported by the essence and blood in his heart, launched a secret method to stabilize the realm, his whole body flashed with blood, and he held his anger in his heart, and rose from the riding beast, dancing the trident with both hands, and killed Sun Fei without saying a word.

Sun Yanfei had already flashed into the military formation of the Iron Lion Eagle, and the two ancestors fought fiercely in the sky above the Iron Lion Eagle.

Sun Feifei shouted: "Sword array, cloth armor!"

Nine huge divine swords surrounded him, enveloping Sun Feifei with divine light, as if he was wearing a thick layer of immortal armor. And these divine lights are all sword lights, which are extremely powerful.

He slammed his fist at Fang Vake, and under his fist, there was a terrifying momentum of "mountains and rivers shattered, and heaven and earth shook".

Fang Vake once again used the secret technique of the royal family, and the trident stabbed out, and from the void behind him, the terrifying yuan energy that was extracted like a mountain and a sea was condensed on the spirit treasure, turning into a ball of light that was only the size of a fist, but extremely bright.

The temperature of the light ball was so high that it seemed to be able to melt everything in this world, and Fang Vake also wanted to use this blow to completely refine Sun Feifei's big mouth.

Boom –

There was another earth-shattering roar, and a dazzling brilliance burst out from the place where the two were fighting, and instantly swept the entire battlefield, even under the protection of the military array, the two fighting beast cultivators were shaken, and the three thousand iron lion eagles in the sky saw the opportunity early, and flew away one after another, but they knew that the distance of about a thousand zhang, the collision broke out, and then they were swept by the violent force, and flew out for dozens of miles uncontrollably, some fell into the mountains, some smashed the 10,000-year-old trees, some collided with each other, and some slid out of hundreds of huge traces on the ground......

For a while, the chaos was unbearable and miserable.

The trident in Fang Vake's hand snapped with a click, and he was light, retreating seven or eight feet, and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

Sun Feifei shook his body, only to see the nine divine swords flying away with a sonorous sound, unloading their armor.

He turned to look at Song Zheng and asked, "My lord, are you going to die or live?"

Song Zheng laughed: "Mr. also said, this general is His Majesty's person, and His Majesty is afraid that he still wants to see him after he wakes up, so he can't be killed." ”

There was a sound of laughter on the Silkworm Thunder Tiger, and the morale of the Iron Lion Eagle plummeted.

Fang Vake roared, spurting blood and roaring: "Old dog, deceive people too much!"

Sun Yanfei was stepped on by the tail and said angrily: "This seat is young!"

He was furious and pointed his hand into the sword array, and shouted, "Sword array, sword light meteor!"

The sword array rose into the air, becoming more and more huge, like nine pillars supporting the sky. Then the sword array turned, and a void hole opened in it, and the whistling light meteors seemed to fly from the outer void and smashed down.

Fang Vake roared, and the three spiritual lights behind him rushed forward, blocking in front of him. He casually threw out a special puppet, which exploded with a snap, and the whole person disappeared in place, leaving only a phantom image created in the explosion.

Sun Bifei's sword light meteors were all attracted by this phantom and smashed it, and in an instant, the phantom shattered, and the remaining sword light meteors passed through the phantom and landed on the military formation of the Iron Lion Eagle.

The peak ancestor sneered: "Where to run!"

Hong Tiancheng saw Sun Feifei chasing and killing Fang Vake, and he raised his war spear high: "Heavenly Silkworm Thunder Tiger Knight, kill!"

Boom, boom, boom! There was a loud thunder, the earth trembled, and the beast's natal power "Calling Thunder" was launched, and a streamer flew out, passing through the thunderstorm, blessing a more powerful thunder, and heading straight for the Iron Lion Eagle.

The leaderless first battalion of the Forbidden Beast Cultivators was in a panic, and the military formation completely collapsed in the first volley of Benrego, and the knights fought separately, some soaring into the air, and some running in all directions.

Hong Tiancheng urged the army to crush it, surrounded it in all directions, and chased and fled.

Song Zheng stood in the back, watching quietly, although he felt sorry for these elites of the Hongwu Heavenly Dynasty, he could only harden his heart and not be the benevolence of that woman.

He knew very well that letting go of these fighting beast cultivators this time could not be exchanged for their gratitude, since they were already mortal enemies, a great opportunity was in front of him, of course, to kill the enemy!

The defeat is like a mountain, and it is the current first battalion. Before the war, the momentum was like a mountain, but once the battle was defeated, the mountain collapsed.

Song Zheng looked at the knights who were fleeing in all directions, and also shook his head secretly, such a strong soldier in Hongwu was a little untrue. Come to think of it, the battles of the Fighting Beast Cultivators have always been crushing, and since they became the strongest army of Hongwu, they have never really fought fiercely.

Always crushed with superior strength, the knights' will cannot be exercised like Baosteel.

If you really go to the battlefield and encounter the real elite of the enemy, they are the least reassuring part.

Thinking of this, he naturally reflected on the Fighting Beast Cultivator under his command...... It doesn't seem to have experienced a real battle either. As soon as his worries arose, he himself laughed: this official still adheres to the concept of "hardening the village and fighting a dumb battle", and it is better to crush others with absolute strength.

He sighed in his heart, but it was not easy to do this.

There is no suspense in this big battle, it only depends on whether Hong Tiancheng can keep the record of annihilating the enemy army and not losing a single battle. He raised his gaze and crossed the Houting Pass to look at the Jingshi hundreds of miles away—that was where the battle really began.

......

The nobles in the Beijing Division watched the powerful Iron Lion Eagle Fighting Beast Cultivator collapse, watched Fang Vake being captured by Sun Yanfei, and watched the last Iron Lion Eagle Knight being cut down into the clouds by Song Zheng's subordinates.

This battle turned out to be such a result!

From Houtingguan to Jingshi, there was no obstacle for Song Zheng to enter Beijing.

The North Mountain Battalion and the Tiger Wolf Battalion were a little gloating, after all, even the first battalion was unlucky with them, and no one would despise their elite vulnerability.

In the palace, the Queen Mother was indifferent to the huge loss: "Let Fang Vake's younger brother go." ”

She was very angry with Fang Vake, if it weren't for him, how could the Son of Heaven have no queen to this day?

She captured Fang Vake's own brother, who was hiding deeply, and forced him to fight.

As soon as Fang Vake was defeated, the defenders on Hou Ting Pass naturally did not dare to stop Song Zheng and obediently let them pass. Song Zheng was a little dissatisfied with the results of this battle: "The first battalion of the forbidden army fighting beasts and cavalry is poor and poor, and there is no good equipment on it. ”

The people around also snickered, it's not that the first battalion doesn't have good equipment, the first battalion has the best equipment and supplies in the entire Hongwu, but it is inferior to them.

Lord Song has been used to picking up cheap recently, and there will always be some benefits to fighting, but this time, he didn't get anything, and he was inevitably dissatisfied.

Not to mention Fang Vake, he was born poor, there was no one in his family, and all his status and power came from the emperor's favor. Lord Song can't detain Fang Vake and blackmail the Son of Heaven in a coma, right?

He was annoyed and scolded: "Throw this worthless goods into the small cave world and give it to Lord Ben for grazing!"

The Heavenly Maiden opened the small cave and included Fang Vake and more than 6,000 iron lion eagles, and Fang Vake became a beast herdsman, taking care of these iron lion eagles for Song Zheng.

The first battalion was completely annihilated, and most of the knights were killed on the spot, but the losses of the mounted beast Iron Lion Eagle were not large. A battalion of 7,000 horsemen, plus 500 in reserve, and more than 6,000 are still alive.

Song Zheng's subordinates brought back all these riding beasts, which may be the entire harvest of Lord Song's battle.

If you want to calculate it, it is actually a huge wealth, but Song Zheng has the Silkworm Thunder Tiger, so he feels that the Iron Lion Eagle is "not strong", and he is a little uninterested.

After passing the Houting Pass, the army approached the Beijing division at a normal marching speed, looking very calm, and seemed to give the powerful people in the Beijing division another time: Who wants to stop me?

But the first battalion is finished, who dares to come?

That night, Song Zheng and his army appeared outside the city of Jingshi.

There are huge red lanterns hanging on the towering city wall, and the cultivators wearing immortal armor at the head of the city are like facing a great enemy. The city gate guard had his back against the Jingshi's city protection spirit array, and asked loudly: "Come and get your name!"

Without waiting for Song Zheng to answer, a few vague breaths rose among the Jingshi, which was the strong man of the town country showing his existence and hinting that Song Zheng should not make a wrong choice.

Song Zheng laughed for a while, and he couldn't stop himself with a dignified confrontation of soldiers along the way, and when he arrived at the city of Jingshi, he wanted to use a powerful Zhenguo to demonstrate to himself.

He arched his hand towards the city wall: "Long Yiwei Song Zheng has returned, this official knows the rules, and he will rest under the city tonight." ”

The defender was visibly relieved.

Song Zheng waved his hand backwards, and the knights turned over, took the riding beast back into their own beast sealing ring, and then took out the animal skin tent from the mustard finger, and fell asleep against the root of the city wall.

This way to kill the Jingshi, although they are excited, but also tired.

Song Zheng couldn't sleep, he lay on his back to the sky, looking at the stars in the sky, thinking about his plan in his heart.

......

In the yamen of the General Administration of Long Yiwei, all the people have already received the news and will leave the city early tomorrow morning to welcome the return of Lord Song.

Song Zheng defeated all obstacles along the way, and every time the news came, there would be a burst of cheers in the yamen. Yesterday, everyone wanted to go out of the city to greet them, but they were stopped by Song Zheng.

At this time, he didn't want to make a big show of his army, he had already slapped the faces of all the powerful along the way, and if he showed off again, it would be easy to make enemies for himself.

Long Yiwei is struggling now, and he is not being forced, of course, it is better to keep a low profile.