In the sky above Bianliang, the huge forest of Supo and the city of red copper confronted each other, and the entire sky above Bianliang was full of thunder, suppressing everyone in this prosperous city.

The envoys of all the countries who came to participate in the great ceremony were all blocked and did not dare to enter here.

In the middle of the Red Bronze City and the Suo Po Forest, the Ninth Yan Emperor stood on the Suo Po Forest and looked at Zhao Shu: "What conditions do you want? What I represent now is your Zhao royal family, and the failure of the Great Etiquette can only make Zhao Song lose face." ”

Zhao Shu stood in the void, looked at the Ninth Yan Emperor in front of him, and swept his eyes coldly: "This king only asks that this Great Song Dynasty is still Han, as for these so-called hundred countries, they can't withstand an order from this king, what kind of face do you make in front of them." When two lions fight, do you still care about the eyes of rabbits? ”

"Haha, that's a good point! Bendi likes this remark, the lion and tiger prey is famous, and who will pity the elk.

It's just that this emperor is the ancient Yan Emperor, and he represents the people of China, it stands to reason that this world is the emperor's, and you are just a chaotic minister and thief!"

The Ninth Yan Emperor laughed, his eyes became more and more fierce, he stretched out his hand and pressed the sword on his waist, standing in the wind, his bearing was extraordinary, and he had the intention of swallowing heaven and earth, ordinary people looked at it, afraid of being impressed by this kind of bearing, Zhao Shu just laughed and shook his head: "Although you are the Ancient Yan Emperor, but you represent the Ancient Daomen, you are born by taking away, and it is not right, this king cannot hand over this world to you, and this world is not the ancient world, let alone return to the state of the ancient Dao Gate." ”

The words of the two competed against each other, but there was not much fireworks, let alone drawing swords and roaring, fighting the sword sofa.

The two powerful beings are talking in this void about the great things that affect the world, and it is also incredible.

But the two were unwilling to retreat, Zhao Shu looked at the Ninth Yan Emperor and said, "You leave Bianliang! ”

Zhao Shu gave the final bottom line, as long as he gave himself a period of time. A large number of secret spies can plot against the defenders in Bianliang City, the Great Song Dynasty has been raising soldiers for hundreds of years, and there is still some majesty in this Bianliang, and they are enough to rebel against these people, especially under the majesty of this red copper city, I believe that many people will make a choice.

Perhaps in the eyes of many generals, this is a royal trick of fratricidal fraternity, and for them, there will not be too much psychological burden.

"We must not leave Bianliang!" Zhao Ji sealed himself, and also sealed half of the divine soul power of the Three Great Dao Venerables. I can't leave it to you here!, and the Daomen won't agree to it!"

The Ninth Yan Emperor shook his head slightly, in fact, both of them knew that this negotiation could not continue, but they were each buying time, a time to kill the enemy with one blow.

"No matter when, words are always pale and weak, the truth needs strength to show, you and I still need to rely on means to prove our strength!"

The Ninth Yan Emperor said lightly, with a hint of coldness and helplessness in his expression, and his eyes looked through the void. Look at the edge of the Yellow River.

There, a Jurchen iron cavalry of tens of thousands of people once again broke through the Yellow River and rushed towards Bianliang, and this Jurchen iron cavalry gushed like a flood that burst the embankment, with the humiliation of being driven out of Bianliang. With the hatred of being intercepted and chased all the way, and with the resentment of defeat, they came with a bang, and they were released by the Daomen embankment. But the monstrous flood that could never be recovered engulfed the place it passed.

After experiencing many fiascos, the tens of thousands of vanguard troops led by Wanyan Zongwang completed their self-transformation. Their single combat ability may not be as good as that of innate martial artists, but they can defeat an army of tens of thousands of innate martial artists in an instant, which is the confidence of Wanyan Zongwang to lead the troops back for revenge.

"Break through Bianliang, don't seal the knife for three days!"

After crossing the Yellow River, Wanyan Zongwang roared angrily, and the roar of the Yin Yang Realm martial artist was like thunder, shaking the entire army.

"Marshal, our agreement with Gudaomen is that the soldiers will come to the city, break Zhao Shu, and not hurt Bianliang!"

A man dressed as a scribe persuaded him.

"Humph!"

Wanyan Zongwang roared angrily, shattered the scribe's body with one palm, and roared at the soldiers around him: "Kill! kill!"

Suddenly the killing cry was earth-shattering, and this huge torrent rushed towards Bianliang, and the terrifying murderous aura condensed into one, forming a killing realm.

Zhao Shu, who was standing on the forest of Suopo, saw the sky-high aura floating in the distance, and turned to look at the Ninth Yan Emperor: "You are luring wolves into the room!"

"Haha, what if we are dragons or tigers, or wolves? They can only be driven by us, they are our slaves! The Daomen of the past generations have driven the barbarians because they are our slaves, and they will kill them at will!"

"You are so confident that you forget that even if you are a dog, you can bite a tiger to death!"

Zhao Shu shook his head.

"You don't seem to be worried, no matter how strong your Red Copper City is, but in the face of these tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops behind them, you can only escape, and you can't take back the land of Bianliang!"

The Ninth Yan Emperor looked at Zhao Shu in front of him, his face slightly curious, and he was surprised by Zhao Shu's calmness.

"The Jurchens are very strong, but they have always forgotten that the sons of the Great Song Dynasty drove them out once, and they were able to drive them out again!"

Zhao Shu looked at the cloud of evil qi that was floating quickly, and knew that the Jurchens' soldiers and horses were also arriving quickly.

He is already in the realm of heaven and man, and he can retract his eyes for dozens of miles.

"Yu Gang, this king respects you as the ancient god emperor, if you and I make a bet, if this king can repel the Jurchens again, you will withdraw from Bianliang!"

Zhao Shu stood up suddenly, and his gaze became sharp.

The Ninth Yan Emperor sighed softly: "You remind me of Chi You! He was so domineering and so fierce back then!"

"If you succeed, Bendi will leave Bianliang alone! As for the Daomen and the Buddha Gate, Bendi will not be able to command!"

When Zhao Shu heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he held down the short knife on his waist in his hand, and a terrifying knife came out of his body.

At this time, tens of thousands of Jurchen cavalry had already roared out, and as far as the two of them could see, they smashed a qiqi in front of them, and the soldiers pointed directly at Bianliang.

The guards around him, the army of King Qin, were smashed in an instant under this army of soldiers and horses, and the corpses were scattered all over the field.

"You're defeated!"

The Ninth Yan Emperor looked at the Jurchen army that was getting closer and closer, revealing a hint of joy.

"Yu Gang, this king is very curious, you are not a person who covets power, why do you want to possess your body?"

Zhao Shu didn't pay attention to the approaching army, but looked at the Ninth Yan Emperor, and from several conversations, Zhao Shu became even more curious about this Ancient Yan Emperor.

"Because this king is looking for someone! I want to ask her a question in person!"

The Ninth Yan Emperor seemed to be reminded of the past, sighed softly, and his eyes became confused.

"Infatuated?"

Zhao Shu turned to look at the Jurchen army in the distance, and the Ninth Yan Emperor also looked over slightly, his eyes suddenly condensed, because in front of the Jurchen unstoppable army, an army of tens of thousands wearing heavy armor and holding Mo knives appeared at the end, and slammed into this Jurchen army.

Behind and on both sides of this large army, tens of thousands of armored horsemen stood still, ready to strike a thunderous blow. (To be continued......)