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Chapter 400 The Last Drum (asking for monthly ticket)

The spirit of martial arts legend rose up violently. Jiang Su saw Chen Fubi from afar. His aura rose and gathered into the mighty Qiongqi spirit. Jiang Su lost his arrogance and went all out this time.

He raised his hand and grabbed the divine weapon, Jiemie, and murderous energy flowed on the tip of the spear.

"...Five hundred years ago, Chen Baxian's martial arts had already reached this level. Even if the Duke of Chen from that time reappeared in the world, he would not be your opponent."

"First fight Duke Xue, then fight Chen Fubi, that's great!"

An army of one hundred thousand deployed in layers to encircle and attack the Wolf King Chen Fubi. This battle was an absolute siege and a situation of the strong bullying the weak. The God of War shed his former anxiety and arrogance and used his large army to cut and divide the Wolf King's forces.

Even the Wolf King's elite troops were inevitably affected, cut off, and divided when faced with an army several or even ten times larger than their own. The Wolf King's own military strength became increasingly weaker.

Facing the wolf king who had finally stood up and fought to the death, the God of War chose the most stable tactic.

With the cutting and differentiation, the last army of the Wolf King seemed to be trapped in a quagmire and was quickly disintegrated. This god of war was originally an excellent user of military situations, but after the battle in the Western Regions, his style changed.

But the sound of war drums inspired people to move forward.

Surging and passionate.

This time, Wolf King Chen Fubi no longer fought with his comrades as he did in the past. He held a long-handled battle blade and only focused on moving forward, never looking back. On such a battlefield, those old brothers who had followed him in the end also fell behind one by one.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave now."

"I'll drink some other day."

Military advisor Dongfang Chen was shot by an arrow, a dazed look appeared on his face, and he laughed.

Holding the weapon in hand, he cut off the arrow from the wound, bowed slightly, slowed down, and led a hundred or so people to attack the flank army that was surrounding them. His martial arts were very strong, but he was trapped in an army formation that was ten times his size, and in the end he was just torn into pieces of blood and drowned.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Dongfang..."

"I know."

The Wolf King Chen Fubi just nodded quietly, his eyes fixed on the battle ahead.

Never look back.

Can't look back.

When I go down to the underworld, I will apologize to you all again.

He has successfully led everyone to the front, waving the long-handled battle blade in his hand, tearing out pieces of blood. Jiang Su's eyes were calm, and he led the army to press forward. The magic spear in his hand was swung out in a rotation, and it tore fiercely together with the wolf king's weapon.

The army of martial arts legends surged and attacked fiercely.

The winged tiger raised its head and roared, its voice shaking the clouds and stirring up layer upon layer of storms that covered an area of ​​dozens of miles. The golden-armored deity held a spear and stabbed forward. The forces of these two military gods were extremely powerful and fierce.

Jiang Wanxiang came to the city gate, leaning on his sword, and looked at the battlefield taking place in the open land outside the city.

The luck was surging, and even the sky seemed to be pressing down.

The sea of ​​clouds was disturbed. The battlefield of the martial arts legend was not a realm that ordinary warriors could set foot on, let alone the military strategists and generals of the martial arts legend?! That had completely reached another realm.

In the battle field, the military strategist is invincible.

On this vast land where thousands of people had come, war horses trampled the ground, the sound of galloping was like thunder, swords clashed, and the Canglang army wearing lead-gray armor and the army wearing Ying country's standard armor were like two torrents, one large and one small.

The torrent was surging, entangled and strangled each other, and Jiang Wanxiang stared at the core.

The clouds were circling, a winged tiger, the Qiongqi Dharmadhatu raised its head and roared, biting down. The wolf king's weapon was covered with murderous aura, rising into the sky. It was almost beyond the realm of a military general.

"Fubi Chen, I received your gift!"

"You want a good fight, a hearty battle, then, I grant you that!"

"After a sixty-year journey in this human world, Chen Fubi, you are still happy!"

Jiang Wanxiang held the seal in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand. In the void, there was a faint dragon roar. He bestowed the country's situation and destiny on Jiang Su. Jiang Wanxiang was determined to take a gamble!
The God of War Jiang Su felt that the aura of an emperor was increasing in his own military strength.

His eyes sank slightly, and he did the same, using all his strength.

The two men continued to fight, their weapons colliding fiercely. Wolf King Chen Fubi swallowed the blood from his chest and laughed loudly: "How can I feel happy? I didn't ride my horse to the capital, drink water from Zhongzhou, and I didn't do whatever I wanted. How can I feel happy!"

"I haven't killed enough people in this life, I haven't been to enough battlefields, and I don't have enough friends!"

“It’s not pleasant!”

"Why, a dignified God of War, instead of leading the same number of troops to fight me one-on-one, you attracted such a large army."

"You have changed too!"

"It looks like he suffered a great loss on the battlefield in the Western Region!"

Jiang Su did not answer, but galloped back, the weapon in his hand showing its sharp edge, slashing at the wolf king: "I did lose, but in the end, as long as I win, then there is no difference."

"People like you and me, how can we lose our will to win just because of a defeat?"

"Can a temporary defeat dampen the hero's ambition?!"

Above the divine spear, divine light shone again, and it was full of murderous aura. It was not angry at the words of the Wolf King, but its arrogance was even more intense in its moves. The three feet of indestructible energy defended against many magical skills. The long spear swept across and hit the Wolf King heavily.

Even though he was wearing armor, Jiang Su's martial arts were so domineering and he had the military force with him, so he was unmatched. Under the Wolf King's armor, his bones broke with a harsh sound and blood spurted out of his mouth. Although he was so seriously injured, the Wolf King's aura did not decrease at all and he became even more arrogant.

"Hahaha, okay, come on, come on!"

The double-edged sword in his hand fell towards Jiang Su with the Chen family's mountain-destroying power.

Qiongqi's crazy blood, a martial arts legend, becomes braver and braver with each battle, surpassing the limit.

The terrifying aura fell and the earth cracked.

The God of War Jiang Su raised his magic weapon and retreated to avoid the force. The two men's moves became more and more ferocious. The Wolf King was breathing heavily. He could only hear the sound of war drums becoming more and more intense. He could no longer look back to see how many comrades were following him.

At this moment, there is only this one opponent in his eyes.

Every move he made was domineering and arrogant, he only attacked and never defended.

The sounds of the battlefield fade away, and I am left walking towards the final end.

The wolf king is trying his best to squeeze out his own strength.

Regardless of the consequences and regardless of the cost.

The military god Jiang Su is invincible. The next time Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian face Jiang Su again, it will no longer be possible for them to have ten times the number of troops. At that time, it is more likely that Jiang Su's troops will have the advantage, rather than Li Guanyi and his men.

Let the older generation solve their own problems.

The grievances of the older generation should also be resolved by the older generation themselves.

Chen Fubi roared loudly, his eyes bloodshot, and exchanged moves with Jiang Su.

The sound of weapons whistling, thunder exploding in the air, clouds dissipating, the Wolf King listened to the thunder, but for some reason, he thought of what happened that day, and the reason why he stepped onto the battlefield -

'You said, what, who died?'

That was more than ten years ago. What he held in his hand was not a weapon, but a green bamboo. What he wore was not cold and murderous armor, but a cloth that fit his body comfortably.

He has stayed away from the turbulent world and the grimness of the battlefield. He has found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, where he cultivates his body and mind, wraps up his armor, grows vegetables, fishes, and enjoys the scenery every day.

Apart from the sounds of swords and the neighing of war horses in my dreams every day, and the sound of war drums that I often hear in my ears, I can be said to be living a peaceful life.

Until that day, the news of that person's death came.

He knew clearly that a guy who had ninth-level martial arts in his thirties would not get drunk. If there was any kind of alcohol that could affect him, it could only be poison. And in such a big world, there was only one kind of poison that could hurt that person.

Yingguo is the blood and sweat of Fei.

boom! ! !
The weapons fell, shattering many memories. Blood flowed from the corners of Chen Fubi's mouth. He chopped down with the double-edged sword in his hand, shaking off the oncoming spear blades. Then he used the Breaking Yue style to charge against the god of war Jiang Su, who was leading an army of 100,000.

"Jiang Su!!!"

The wolf king roared, holding the weapon in both hands, and attacked forward. The Qiongqi's image had almost become real, and he kept biting and killing forward. He no longer needed any martial arts. At this moment, every move and every style was a fatal blow.

But for some reason, in a situation where he should have been fully focused, the Wolf King's mind was scattered uncontrollably, and all the past events appeared one by one.

Back then, he joined forces with Li Wanli to fight against the attack of the world's number one general.

Together they pacified the southwest, and made the Yi people, who had been rebelling for hundreds of years, submit to the rule of the Central Plains. The boy took the pearl, went down the river, and went to the south of the Yangtze River to get married, but he was accused by some boy of embezzling gold and silver.

I went to rescue him, but that guy still refused to accept it.

In the end, the two men fought each other in the palace, leaving each other with a black eye and a swollen face.

Look at how young we were back then, and how brave we were back then.

In the end, it became the beginning. At that time, he was in his early thirties and was already a military supervisor on the front line of the royal court, while that boy was just a young man who set foot in the world of martial arts because of Chen Qingyan.

He still remembered that at that time he wanted to go to the beauty hidden in the military town to have some fun, while that boy was making trouble because the army was withholding their pay. The two of them clashed with each other because of the oppression within the Chen army at that time.

He remembered clearly the clothes he was wearing, the armor he was wearing, the beauty in his arms, and also the unruly boy.

'So, who are you, boy?'

If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname.

The guy, who was still a teenager at the time, wiped the blood from under his nose and raised his eyebrows.

Jiangnan, Li Wanli!

I want to travel thousands of miles and meet people from all over the world.

You, remember this.

Zheng! ! !
The double-edged sword chopped on the weapon of the God of War Jiang Su. The terrifying power brought by the confrontation between the two compressed the surrounding air into a strong wind, sweeping in all directions. All arrows and energy could not get close.

The god of war Jiang Su held back the mad wolf king.

He grasped the middle of the magic spear, Jiemie, with both hands, and spun around to strike continuously. The tip and the tail of the spear, like two daggers, struck the Wolf King's body and armor continuously like raindrops. Jiang Su's martial arts were extremely domineering, and he also had the military power and national destiny on his shoulders.

The wolf king's armor showed signs of breaking into pieces, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard under the armor.

The wolf king held the weapon, but suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Su's white hair.

He was pulled hard towards himself, his weapon was blocked, his martial arts was suppressed, but he suddenly showed his rude temper, and with this pull, the God of War was pulled, and the old wolf hit the top of the God of War's head with his forehead.

Once, twice, three times.

The God of War was wounded, his face was stained with blood, but he also had a hint of anger in his eyes.

The divine spear pierced out and hit the wolf king in the chest.

The Wolf King held the weapon in both hands and smashed it down hard on the shoulder of the God of War. He suppressed the weapon with both hands, and roared with his head raised, his arrogance rising. The power of the martial arts legend was fully unfolded.

Legendary martial arts commanders were fighting each other. The army could not get close except for the formation. The wolf king used his weapons with all his might. The army was so powerful that the sound of war drums became more and more heroic and magnificent.

The god of war Jiang Su raised his hand and grabbed his double-edged spear.

His expression was resolute, with a hint of arrogance. The huge golden-armored god stood tall, like a mountain range, holding a huge divine spear in his hand, fiercely chiseling through the enemy. From a distance, the clouds of evil spirits in the army formation were torn apart layer by layer, and the mountain-like giant attacked with one move, piercing the huge Qiongqi's back.

"Kneel down!!!"

The wolf king fought back hard.

The might of the two martial arts legends collided fiercely with each other. Such momentum surpassed the battle to besiege Zhang Ziyong. If the Immortal Guest did not retreat quickly on such a battlefield, the only outcome would be death.

........................

At the far edge of the battlefield, an old monk came out. The old living Buddha from the Western Regions looked at the turbulent battlefield, at the Wolf King, and Jiang Su, an old madman and a divine general who had completely lost his weakness because of a great defeat.

After the gigantic image of the God of War made its move, the momentum of the winged tiger suddenly increased. After several more fierce battles, the wind and clouds surged, and the whole world was shaking. The God of War Jiang Su took the opportunity to retreat and did not fight to the death with the Wolf King.

The old monk sighed, grabbed his robe, and ran inside desperately. When he arrived, he saw the Wolf King walking out of the battlefield. The divine general Jiang Su was forced to retreat, or in other words, after a fight of this level, he was unwilling to exchange places with the Wolf King.

When the old Living Buddha saw the Wolf King, he paused for a moment. The armor on the heroic king was almost completely shattered, and his ink-colored battle robe and cloak were stained red with blood. The God of War's move just now was so fierce that the Wolf King, a warrior who had just entered the realm of martial arts legend, could not resist it at all.

Not to mention, he has no military support.

There is no blessing from national destiny.

The old living Buddha was moved: "Wolf King..."

The wolf king had one eye closed, blood constantly flowing down. He stared at his opponent, looked sideways at the old monk, and said nonchalantly, "Old monk, why are you here?"

The old living Buddha said: "The old monk said that he would accompany the king to look at hell."

"A monk should not tell lies."

"Ah……"

The wolf king laughed softly, but it was still a little weak compared to the past. He smiled approvingly and said, "Otherwise, how can we say you are a living Buddha?"

"You're really good at talking."

The old monk looked at the wolf king standing tall in front of him with compassion. Blood was constantly flowing out of his body. The old wolf king looked at Jiang Su who was gathering strength in the distance. He raised his double-edged sword, whistled, and rode his divine horse to gallop over. The wolf king said:
"I know you want to die with me."

"But, even if it is my last request as a good friend, old monk."

The wolf king didn't look at the old monk, but just smiled:

"Take my body back and give it to Li Guanyi and Wen Mian."

The old monk was stunned.

The wolf king showed a calm smile on his face and said softly: "As a military strategist, knowing yourself and the enemy is the chance of a great victory. Li Guanyi fought against the God of War, but he was only a general. It was not a desperate fight."

"And I will force the God of War to use all his moves."

The old Living Buddha had a grief-stricken look on his face, knowing that the Wolf King intended to use his body as an experiment to obtain information and intelligence for Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian's subsequent victory.

The wolf king paused and said, "Of course, if it's dangerous, please just take care of your own life... There's no need to be reckless."

"I don't really care about the outcome of future generations. If possible, please tell future generations what Chen Fubi's last battle was like."

"Future generations will know me for my brutality, future generations will know me for my heroism."

"But it doesn't matter."

"The sound of the war drums is getting louder and louder. I can't stop."

Jiang Su was already galloping over. The Wolf King jumped onto the horse and took a deep breath. The smell of blood pierced his body. He urged his horse to rush towards the equally embarrassed God of War. The Wolf King held the weapon tightly in his hand.

Ripples appeared in the void, and the Qiongqi Dharmakaya raised its head and roared, as tall as the mountains. It turned into substance, tearing the earth apart, and rushed forward. The God of War raised the weapon in his hand and rushed towards Chen Fubi.

Chen Fubi's eyes were fixed on the throat of the god of war Jiang Su. The sound of war drums was solemn and inspiring. Since he was young, he had secretly run into the palace. When the war drums were beaten, the sound seemed to be in his ears forever.

He was there when he joined the army as a military supervisor and when he met Li Wanli.

Even when he was in seclusion, the sound of the war drums seemed to follow him, one after another, heavy and murderous, urging him to move forward. Why did he come here and have such a fight?

Fighting for the younger generation? Ha, that's just by the way.

Revenge for Li Wanli is probably just one of them.

The reason why I stepped onto this battlefield was not just to avenge the battle that year, but just to gallop freely on this battlefield. Reasons, where are there so many reasons?
The Wolf King stared at Jiang Su's throat, his divine horse stepped on the strong wind, his Dharma image shook the heaven and earth, it was almost there, the distance was getting closer and closer. While breathing, he could feel the stinging pain in his lungs and the pain of blood flowing back, and the wind carried the murderous air of a sword.

He raised his weapon and slashed forward.

This feud can end.

The double-edged sword was raised, and then with the help of the power of the Dharmakāya, it was chopped out fiercely, turning into the fangs of Qiongqi, breaking through the layers of intercepting martial arts and tearing through the layers of energy. But this time, the fangs stopped when they were three inches away from Jiang Su's throat.

No more deposits can be made.

The next moment, the wolf king's body suddenly stiffened.

The sound of a weapon completely piercing through flesh and blood had never been so solemn and clear. The Wolf King slowly lowered his head and looked at his own heart, which had been pierced by the divine spear.

The double-winged tiger that was wreaking havoc on the battlefield stopped.

Then starting from the wings, it broke apart layer by layer and turned into a light wind, sweeping across the entire battlefield. The Wolf King saw with his own eyes that the gun seemed to disappear, and when it reappeared, it had already pierced his heart.

It was as if this move was so overbearing that it gave people the illusion that the result of piercing the heart and the attack occurred at the same time.

Jiang Su, the god of war who led the army and was blessed by the national fortune of Ying State.

It’s really... overbearing.

The wolf king praised with blood gushing out of his mouth.

Li boy, Wen Mian, the two of you, if you fight against him in this state, can you block this move blessed by the national destiny?

The god of war Jiang Su held the weapon in both hands and faced Chen Fubi. In Ying State, he fully demonstrated his ultimate strength. The wind and clouds surged, and the weapon in the golden armored god's hand stabbed down fiercely, completely crushing the Qiongqi Dharma image, and a black gale surged.

The white hair on the wolf king's temples fluttered and his heartbeat gradually slowed down.

He saw that the battlefield between him and Jiang Su had already gone beyond the scope of the army, and the brothers and comrades who came here with him were all dead. The old brothers and Mr. Dongfang were all killed in the battle.

There are thousands of troops behind him.

The old monk shouted something and ran towards him.

Haha...the distance is too far, I can't hear it clearly.

Can't hear clearly.

After wiping out the remnants of the Wolf King, the remaining tens of thousands of troops were lined up in layers, with mechanical crossbows, machine crossbows, bows and arrows, and military souls deployed layer by layer. The hundred thousand troops gathered their military strength and murderous spirit, raised their heads and roared, led by one general after another.

The forces of a hundred thousand soldiers gathered together and transformed into pillars of energy and light.

"General Taishu Yi, the Loyal and Martial General of the Great Ying State!"

"General Baili Chen of Ningyuan of the Great Ying Kingdom!"

"Daying State Cavalry General Gongyang Yiyun!"

"Daying Kingdom..."

Point the weapon at the wolf king's back.

Chen Fubi could no longer hear any sound except the sound of war drums.

One sound, one sound.

Heavy and solemn.

Where does the sound of war drums come from? It’s so noisy and annoying...

The Wolf King lowered his head, and at the last moment of his life, he suddenly understood that the so-called sound of the war drum had actually been just his own heartbeat. The so-called war drum that had urged him to rise up unwillingly in this life was exactly the sound of this man's heartbeat.

"People like me deserve to die on the battlefield."

He suddenly lowered his head and smiled.

The wolf king suddenly clamped his legs on the divine horse. This top dragon-headed divine horse raised its head and neighed, tears almost falling from its eyes, but in an instant it rushed forward like crazy, and a violent storm arose.

The instantaneous acceleration of the divine horse Ryoma almost left an afterimage.

The old monk shouted: "No!!!"

Thousands of soldiers and horses watched helplessly as the Wolf King's mount carried him forward. As a result, the Divine Spear of Destruction, which had pierced the Wolf King's heart with its tip, was pulled forward fiercely and almost pierced through the Wolf King's heart.

Blood gushed out from behind, turning into a large blood-colored mist.

Thousands of soldiers and horses shot arrows at the same time, and used the formation to shoot at the wolf king.

The Wolf King also approached the God of War Jiang Su in an instant.

He opened his eyes.

All the memories, everything, the so-called children, the so-called world, Li Wanli, and the woman with the surname Tan Tai, all disappeared from this body and this heart, leaving only the surging and overbearing drumbeats in the ears, which suddenly stopped.

People like me...

Holding the blade with both hands, he slashed from top to bottom.

The God of War exploded with divine power, and the heart of the Wolf King and the physique of the martial arts legend were completely shattered.

At the same time, the battle blade slashed down diagonally, with arrogance and death as its threat, and slashed Jiang Su's face diagonally. The left eye of the god of war Jiang Su was directly shattered by the Wolf King.

Zheng!
The sword flew out of his hand and fell to the ground, whistling.

Wolf King Chen Fubi's eyes were cloudy.

The vitality of this life is burned out in this final explosion.

Rather than dying from injuries.

When he was young, he secretly ran into his father's treasury, where there were gold, silver and treasures. In the palace, there were many beautiful women, and in the armory, there were magic swords, weapons, and secret martial arts.

But he didn't like any of them, and just kept looking around. Later, he saw an ancient war drum. It seemed to be just an ordinary war drum, but he collected it just because it was used by a brave army that died in battle when the State of Chen was founded.

The young Chen Fubi clenched his fist and gently hit the ancient war drum in the secret room. This thing was not very precious and he soon stopped caring about it. But after that, the sound of the war drum never stopped throughout his life.

The drums of war are raging, and the struggle in life is based on this unyielding ambition.

Thousands of soldiers were fighting, swords and knives were clashing, and the sound of war drums suddenly became intense, then stopped.

The war drum fell, the last sound.

Wolf King Chen Fubi died on the battlefield.

Died of exhaustion!

(End of this chapter)