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Chapter 531: Please Die (ask for monthly ticket)
The sound of galloping war horses was like thunder. On the towering Zhenbei City, Li Guanyi was wearing heavy armor, and his battle robe fluttered in the fierce wind. Next to him were Yue Pengwu, Yan Xuanji, and Wang Shunchen. They stared at the front.

The God of War Jiang Su has arrived.

The two armies faced off.

The God of War Jiang Su, during these turbulent years, fought against the Duke of Taiping and the Wolf King. In the end, he was defeated by the King of Shenwu who was about to take the last step. He was desperately attacked by the top general who gave up everything to become a martial arts legend, but only one of his eyes was chopped off.

The most powerful god.

Yue Pengwu held the Liquan magic spear, and the golden-winged Roc's image appeared behind him. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. His pair of phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the surging wind and clouds, the murderous aura of war, and the grandeur of the vast land.

The two sides were facing off in what was clearly the scorching hot summer of June, but under the impact of these two terrifying armies, there were bursts of chill in the air, and the military spirit rose to the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky surged, carrying with it the sharpness of a military strategist.

Li Guanyi looked at Jiang Su with a lot of hatred in his heart, needless to say.

However, the God of War's solemn and majestic appearance gave off an indescribable sense of oppression. Even the elite members of the Qilin Army felt tremendous pressure when they knew they were going to confront the God of War who had been invincible in the world for three hundred years.

Jiang Su...

Li Guanyi tightly grasped the Jiuli divine weapon of gold and iron.

In the entire Qilin Army, in the entire Tiance Mansion, no one except him can stand in front of Jiang Su, no one.

Life and death are serious matters, but he cannot turn back.

It is even more impossible to let others stand here. Along the way, they are getting closer and closer to their ideals when they were young, but they have also lost too much. I don’t know how many teachers, friends, and comrades have died on this road.

It was here nine years ago.

How many of the three thousand wandering soldiers outside Zhenbei Pass are still alive?
Thinking of this, Li Guanyi felt like there was a fire in his heart.

People are burned by this fire and keep struggling to move forward.

His palm was pressing on the city gate of Zhenbei City, which was made of rough and hard bluestone and felt cold to the touch. He looked into the distance at Zhenbei City and seemed to still be able to see the wandering army that had used the Queyue Formation to fight against the Yuwen cavalry.

'Do you still know who I am?'

The King of Qin whispered the first words he said to those people that year.

Therefore, that kind of courage with sadness is still burning in this young heart.

There is no chance of victory against the God of War.

This is just data on paper.

However, facing such a comparison of strength, those who still hold weapons and have the courage to charge forward with roars are the ones with true willpower. Those who immediately surrender and lose the courage to fight when they see that they are inferior to their opponents are nothing but cowards who claim to be rational.

There always comes a time when you have to step forward.

Jiang Su leaned over, patted his mount lightly with his palm, and looked from afar at Li Guanyi and Yue Pengwu standing on the city gate of Zhenbei City. He saw the drooping flags dancing in the wind and the 22-year-old King of Qin holding the magic weapon with a heroic temperament.

The God of War sighed: "The Qilin is brave and valiant, and it is difficult to compete with him."

"If we give him another five years, and His Majesty dies of old age, and he breaks through the pass, there will be no need for the world to fight, and we can just hand it over to him at that time."

"It's just that people like you and me are fighting for a breath of air on the battlefield."

Jiang Su thought of Jiang Wanxiang when he was young, and the last time they met. That was when he led his troops to the grassland to join the alliance to attack the Great Khan. Jiang Wanxiang smiled and said to him:
'My life, up to now, is like a big play. The play will eventually end and have its final climax, but before that, there must also be foreplay to warm up the audience.'

"Chen Dingye may be dead, and it is time for me to fight this last battle."

As a hegemon who also owns half of the world, he uses his own life as a chess piece just for a chance of victory.

The Wolf King was like this, Chen Dingye was like this, and even the defeated Khan was like this.

When the situation is balanced, different forces are entangled with each other, but once the opportunity arises, the end of the troubled times is often only a few years. Jiang Su raised his hand and stroked his white hair.

Generals will inevitably die in battle.

The King of Qin annexed the State of Chen and took over half of the Turkic territory.

It would take several years to completely digest these two huge territories, and when they conquered these territories but failed to completely integrate them into themselves, that was when they were at their weakest.

This is also the time when Ying State has the greatest opportunities.

The future of the world may belong to you.

But, not now.

"Wanxiang, let our great wish end the troubled times." Jiang Su whispered, holding the magic spear in silence.

Everyone has his own wishes, and everyone has his own reasons for going to the battlefield. In these troubled times, on this battlefield, too many comrades and friends have died on both sides, and both have paid a bloody price.

There is no good or evil, right or wrong, it's just winning or losing.

Make your decision today, fight today.

Your life and mine.

On the history books.

Just a few words.

But just for these few words, I'm willing to risk everything.

The formation of Zhenbei City was activated. Jiang Su planned to rush directly through the city. In the past, if he passed by such a big city instead of choosing to conquer it, his supply in the rear would be cut off by Zhenbei City.

By then, the Zhenbei City army will catch up from the rear.

The army that crosses the city will be attacked from both sides and will surely die.

But now, there are no soldiers or generals who can stop Jiang Su in the front, so even if there is a city behind, Li Guanyi's troops must go out to fight and must kill Jiang Su here.

I hope that General Xue and his men can exhaust Jiang Wanxiang's lonesome arrogance and the last bit of his might and bravery in this life. As for Jiang Su, what he wants to do is to drag the King of Qin to death here.

Duizi.

Two of the best in the world go to exchange their pieces.

Li Guanyi clenched his palm and said, "General Yue."

Yue Pengwu looked at him. Li Guanyi took a deep breath and said, "Let's go!"

The young King of Qin turned around and walked down the stairs. His will was firm and calm, just like in those days. His voice was calm and steady: "Even if there is no support from the rear, you and I must make the past three hundred years... no, eight hundred years the best in military strategy."

"Stop here!"

"Even with my flesh and blood."

Yue Peng said: "Let me be the vanguard."

Li Guanyi said, "Here, I am the only one who can stop him, because I am the only one who has a physique and immortality comparable to the overlord of the past. This battle will be the most crucial for the world to be at peace."

Yue Pengwu looked at the young man who was only 22 years old this year.

His opponent was the ancient dynasty, the Emperor Ying who had ruled the country for sixty years and was the strongest military god in three hundred years. Yue Pengwu whispered, "But, if that's the case, your own life span..."

King Qin chuckled: "I have taken the elixir of immortality."

Yue Pengwu knew, however, that the King of Qin always took the initiative in every battle and fought for a long time. In the battle in the Western Regions, Dao Zong had already made it clear that the power of the elixir of immortality had long been dispersed and used up. Next, he would have to fight to the death.

When Li Guanyi walked past him, the black hair at his temples rose and fell.

His eyes were still firm, looking forward.

Time seemed to stand still, and yet it seemed to be reversed, just like the young man who rushed to him when he was in extreme despair, their young and naive eyes, and their eyes that were now experienced.

When the hair fell, the boy from ten years ago and the king today seemed to appear beside him at the same time and overlap.

"Marshal Yue's life..."

"Peace in the world."

"Li Guanyi, I've got it."

There was a hint of complexity on Yue Pengwu's face.

The young man's appearance just disappeared in a trance, and the 22-year-old King of Qin walked out, the King of Qin who conquered the Western Regions, took over the Southwest, defeated the State of Chen, and fought against the Turks. The King of Qin strode forward, just as he had done every time over the years.

He said to the Qilin Army, I will be the vanguard.

Keep on being at the front.

You said that those who carry firewood for the public should not freeze to death in the wind and snow.

But you are the one who carries firewood for everyone.

People say saving the emperor is the greatest achievement, but what if the king fights to the death?
You already own half of the world, you have accomplished unparalleled achievements in history, you can be proud, you can indulge in sensual pleasures, you can drive your generals to fight to the death in the rear and make great contributions.

Why do you always have to be in the front?

Chen Dingye, Jiang Wanxiang, is it a big deal just to lead the army in person? But every time you fight to the death in the front, all the generals look up when they are confused and see the scarlet Qilin battle robe rolling up.

The Qilin's roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

Otherwise, how could the heroes of this world be willing to die for such a thing?

The young king clenched his fist and told the generals and soldiers of the Qilin Army to attack together. Then he personally led the army to form a battle formation, but left those soldiers who had parents and elderly people, no brothers, and had just started a family in the city to form the battle formation.

Yue Pengwu finally lowered his eyes and whispered: "Pengwu, I am willing to raid the formation."

King Qin glanced sideways and gave a puzzled smile.

Then he strode away.

This young era, this Qilin Army, all people with different personalities but representing the flame of the younger generation, gathered together for no other reason, to weave an intoxicating dream, and then turn this dream into reality step by step.

Throughout the history of mankind, there has never been anything that would make people more willing to die than this.

The King of Qin led the battle personally.

The Qilin Guards immediately went into battle. They had to rely on the rear support of Zhenbei City and try their best to kill Jiang Su here and not let him advance directly. The military soul of Qilin was entangled with the golden-armored god with a golden dragon.

The great armies faced each other, these ten years of glory, these decades of painstaking efforts, these three hundred years of chaos, eight hundred years of greatness, the kings of the Three Kingdoms, and two battlefields.

The Jiuli Army Leader raised his magic spear Jiemie and pointed it far ahead.

It's a tough battle.

The sound of military drums was heard. This time, the King of Qin rode a Qilin to fight. The Fire Qilin's fur was a little puffy. As a different auspicious sign from the Red Dragon, He sensed that Jiang Su was different today and said, "Guan Yi, what should we do if we can't win?"

Li Guanyi said: "If you can't beat him, just run away."

Huo Qilin was stunned: "???"

Li Guanyi said: "I didn't tell you that there is actually a tripod in my body, which represents my spirit. If I die in battle, you can run away with the tripod..."

"Just like you Xiangrui."

"Look at that tripod, don't be afraid. One day, I will come back like Xiangrui's reincarnation."

Fire Kirin was skeptical, Li Guan smiled, then held the magic weapon, and the battle broke out on the battlefield in an instant. The formation on Zhenbei City was activated, and the effect of the military formation was extremely strong on the Kirin Army.

Then suppress the God of War Jiang Su.

One mechanical device after another blasted out, there was a huge rotating crossbow that shot out huge crossbow arrows that were strong enough to pierce through a warhorse, there was also a huge rock as big as a house that was ignited with raging fire, with jagged steel protrusions on it, which fell into Jiang Su's formation.

It exploded, and countless crossbow arrows shot out from the internal mechanism.

Wang Shunchen held the bow.

With his hair and beard standing up, he kept shooting arrows. Because of his extreme attacks, his fingers burst and blood flowed to his elbows. Yue Pengwu swept through the battle and led the heavy cavalry to attack Jiang Su's army from the flank. But Jiang Su didn't care and didn't ask.

He simply led the army in a charge.

Regardless of the cost, regardless of everything, he must live victoriously in the most upright way, and in the most tragic manner. Jiang Su looked at the young king with his intact eyes, and also saw his own appearance in the latter's eyes.

The blood is boiling.

The golden-armored deity, who was as tall as a mountain, attacked fiercely. The roar of the huge golden dragon entangled with him shook the four directions. The sea of ​​clouds in the sky was torn apart. The unicorn roared and shocked the people, attacking the golden-armored deity. Two military soul images attacked above the nine heavens, and the clouds were flattened.

The clouds exploded into streams of light and turned into whirlpools under the impact of thunder and fire. The huge storm and the whirlpool of the sea of ​​clouds were like an inverted chisel, hitting the earth hard. The roaring thunder bombarded the sea of ​​clouds, blasting out pieces of spreading rain.

The flame of the Kirin soldier soul is burning in the sea of ​​clouds.

The golden auspicious-class eagle tore through the sea of ​​clouds.

Dodging the arrows shot by the famous generals of the Ying State Army, at the same time, stirring up a storm to affect the accuracy of the opponent's arrows, the eagles and falcons cried loudly and passed over the battlefield.

The ink-colored heavy armor, with a style that blends the characteristics of the overlord army of the time, the Iron Pagoda, and the Central Plains, is not overly luxurious or sophisticated, but the heavy armor of the Qilin Army is extremely outstanding in defense. The armor of the Ying State, which comes from a large country in the Central Plains and has experienced three hundred years of changes and is both exquisite and gorgeous as well as flexible in defense, collided with each other like a torrent on the battlefield.

"kill.!!"

Swords fought and spears stabbed.

Li Guanyi and Jiang Su fought, and the Qilin roared with flames.

This time, there is no general trend, nothing to rely on.

As a strategy, only Li Guanyi can use his own vitality and physique to delay the opportunity and stop the God of War Jiang Su. The Tiger Roaring Battle Halberd and the Cloud-Breaking Sky Bow have been given to Yue Qianfeng to take back and give to General Xue.

Li Guan held the Jiuli Divine Weapon in one hand and collided with the Divine Weapon Jiemie.

The fight between the two shook the whole area. Even on the battlefield, there was a battlefield hole with a radius of nearly a mile around the two of them. They fought fiercely against each other. The sea of ​​clouds in the sky was stirred up and turned into heavy rain, which was shaken into clouds and mist when it approached the range of their fight.

There was blood at the corner of Li Guanyi's mouth, and his chest and abdomen were shaken and injured, but his weapon did not hesitate at all, and Qilin's battle robe was still fighting in the front, so his comrades behind him knew that he was still there.

The Qilin's roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

Qilin’s military spirit is here.

The Silence Divine Spear pierced through the armor and Li Guanyi's shoulder, but the Nine Li Divine Weapons of Gold and Iron trembled and tore without hesitation, stabbing and breaking Jiang Su's body protective aura, and hitting Jiang Su hard, forcing the latter to retreat.

Looking at Li Guanyi, "In less than two years, you have grown to this point."

"very good."

Li Guanyi's blood dripped down, he raised the weapon in his hand and said, "You are not bad either."

Still defiant, Jiang Su didn't say much, but attacked with all his strength, without any hesitation or holding back. Li Guan tried his best to block here, chopping and stabbing with his spear.

This place is no longer out of the influence of the Nine Cauldrons.

No need for Jiuzhou Ding.

Li Guanyi was completely focused on the battlefield, he knew that the Nine Provinces Cauldron would not allow him to break through the barriers and become a martial arts legend. He was taking the path of [Unifying the Nine Provinces], and only when the Nine Provinces were completely forged would a qualitative change be achieved.

The quantity is not enough.

If it were only this, then the sword maniac who attained the Tao and forgot the Tao, sat in meditation for more than ten years, abandoned the sword, held the sword, and did not care about the sword, would be like a joke.

Jiemie spun and stabbed, causing Li Guanyi's shoulder armor to burst.

Qilin and Li Guanyi were pushed backwards, Qilin's claws were stuck in the ground and it was useless. Li Guanyi turned his palm, the tail of Jiuli Bingzhu's halberd was low to the ground, he spun around and kicked out, with a red dragon wrapped around his leg.

The dragon's roar is fierce and its attacks are decisive.

He kicked Jiang Su hard in front of him. Jiang Su groaned and blocked the move with his spear, but was still knocked back. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and astonishment in his eyes.

Good physique!
If Chen Guo's luck entered his body at this moment, he could break through the pass. Then the battle in which the Regent Chen Fubi, who was arrogant and determined to die, just broke through the legendary martial arts battle would be a joke.

The King of Qin roared, holding the halberd and sweeping it across.

The edge of the halberd is like the roar of a tiger.

It cut diagonally on the Silent Destruction Spear that Jiang Su was holding up.

Jiang Su raised his hand, grasped the edge of the halberd, his hair and beard standing on end, and he exerted force.

Li Guanyi and Qilin were lifted up by him, along with their weapons.

The Qilin was slammed hard on the ground, spurting out blood, gasping for breath, and struggling to get up, but the Qilin of the Eighth Heaven was temporarily exhausted at this moment. Li Guanyi's halberd was against the ground, but Jiang Su's dragon-tiger-like mount also screamed and fell on the battlefield, and the Chixiao Sword whistled past.

Jiang Su looked at Li Guanyi.

Li Guanyi stood up, leaning on his weapon, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes like flames.

Taking a step and charging forward, Jiang Su looked at his mount that was still spitting blood, then raised his head to look at the King of Qin who was galloping towards him. The God of War held up his weapon, and the Golden Armored Military Soul also raised the weapon and chopped down.

If he wasn't obsessed, Zhang Ziyong wouldn't be so obsessed.

If he had not been too stubborn, how could the Taoist sect be free from the outside world and be bound by the Tao?
Li Guan's eyes widened in anger as he looked at Jiang Su who was also fighting with all his strength. The two energies were tearing at each other as if tearing apart a battlefield. Behind the King of Qin, fierce tigers, red dragons, unicorns, black tortoises, and blue phoenixes were flying around. Jiang Su was holding a weapon, and a magnificent battlefield had been set for three hundred years.

The God of War was obsessed with victory, but only after stepping back could he see what he wanted; the sword madman had been invincible in the world for two hundred years, but only when he didn't care about the sword could he be considered enlightened; Chen Fubi sought a great desire, but in the end he had no desire but to fight, "Long live the emperor Jiang Wanxiang", he can use his life as a flame before he can move forward.

The only thing I am attached to is myself.

The only one who is stopped is me.

Kill me.

The Jiuzhou Cauldron roared as the final strength was gathered. Then the Wolf King's entrustment, his own ambition, and the legendary spirit that had been constantly honed on the Turkic battlefield surged, and the slight crack caused by the pain brought by Ji Zichang's death was broken open.

【See me】!
Is it a slave who borrows the Jiuzhou Ding, or an emperor who controls the Jiuzhou Ding.

When you don't have treasures, you are still yourself, and only with that fierce courage can you take this step. Otherwise, even if the Nine Cauldrons are gathered together, they are just shadows restrained by the [Legend].

My name——

Li Guanyi.

The tearing flames soared into the sky. Ten years of fighting, the bravery of fighting in the world and the determination to swallow the world were completely burned, and gathered into the name of Qin. The roaring flames of martial arts legends rose up.

Twenty-two years old, and this is the only step.

After one step.

This realm is superior to Dao Zong, Changsheng, and Zhenkui.

On par with the God of War.

The determination of the God of War Jiang Su also exploded to the extreme in an instant. Li Guanyi understood that it was all the decisions he made that determined who he was. He seemed to hear familiar voices in his ears.

There was Qian Zheng's unwillingness, the wailing of the ghost market, Ye Buyi, Zhou Liuying, Ji Zichang's smile, the ancestors, and the master. He rushed in front alone, and those people's hands seemed to be pressing on his shoulders, pushing him forward.

Li Guanyi's state of mind became clearer and clearer, and he understood the legend of martial arts and was as sensitive as a god.

Until that chuckle that seemed real and unreal.

"Guan Yi."

An old voice.

Li Guanyi took a step into empty air.

Great grandpa?!

In an instant, the Lord of the Nine Li Arms and the Divine Spear Jiemie both fell down, the King of Qin's hair fell down, the Divine Spear Jiemie pierced through his shoulder, the God of War's pupils shrank, and the Lord of the Nine Li Arms pierced through his abdomen. How ridiculous it was to say.

The battlefield was turbulent yet silent, the minds of the God of War and the King of Qin were in an instant.

What do you mean by an overlord who conquered the world, what do you mean by a ruthless and joyless military god for three hundred years, but in an instant, the two hearts were filled with uncontrollable waves and ripples.

In Jiangnan, there was a swordsman.

An old man.

He said he was a swordsman, but it was difficult to explain clearly. However, many people in Jiangnan had seen him, including fishing, playing the piano beautifully, reading books, and sometimes going to primary schools in many places to practice swordplay with the children there.

It's just sword dancing, nothing big.

The technique he was performing was the same basic sword technique that was being passed down everywhere in the Qilin Army.

But he had a good temper, and many children liked to watch the old man dance with the sword. On this day, he was dancing with the sword with a branch, and was not affected by the war in the world. After dancing with the sword, he just put the newly compiled basic sword technique on the table.

He put the written recipe away and placed a small seal.

Wearing a simple green robe.

Put on a pair of sturdy and well-fitting cloth shoes and go out with a sword.

Close the door.

The door lock jingled.

Dressed in a green shirt, standing in front of thousands of troops, this old man who dances with swords, fishes, plays the piano and writes recipes, holds a green bamboo, but is full of vigor and vitality, like Yuwen Lie and He Ruo catching a tiger as if facing a powerful enemy.

He held the sword and charged into the midst of the army!

The river is surging, rushing down from the snow-capped mountains. When it crosses the long mountains and rivers, it goes straight into the sea. The difference between fresh water and sea water is very large, so if you look at the water inlet, the water just entering the sea and the water in the open sea are two colors, one clear and the other turbid.

It is what is called clear distinction.

Now, looking down from a high place, we can see that the rivers and lakes block the temples and battlefields, just like a long river flowing into the sea.

The sword shines like silver frost and shining snow.

An army of 500,000 tore a path in front of the sword. Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong were all forced back by the sword. Only the long spear and flag pointed at the sky. Under the fierce dark blue dragon pattern, Emperor Ying, wearing a heavy armor cloak, stood with a sword in his hand.

The swordsman from Jianghu tore through the army.

The sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states.

Not caring about what was behind him, the Emperor of Ying State was carefree and unrestrained, leaning on his sword, and still as majestic and majestic as ever, his voice as loud as a bell:

"Murong Longtu, why did you come here to seek death?"

The blue-shirted swordsman laughed carefreely:
"The world is full of temples, battlefields and rivers and lakes."

"People all over the world look down on the martial arts world, but I say that the freedom of the martial arts world is nothing compared to the so-called court, where people are busy with petty tricks and mean things."

To eliminate the evil and promote the good.

The heaven and earth are turbulent, and some people want to use the chaos and the past of eight hundred years to crush the flame of youth. Yes, one solution is for young people to fight and bleed, and to use their own flesh and blood to carry the world into peace, but there is also another solution.

The past of the world is not limited to the officialdom.

The old guys are not dead yet!

The swordsman, who seemed to have drunk all the martial arts of the last eight hundred years, raised the green bamboo in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice, still enjoying the revenge that had overwhelmed the world of martial arts in the past:

"The world is in chaos, and the Jianghu man Murong Longtu has this sword."

The sword is full of energy.

The wind in the south of the Yangtze River is so pleasant.

"Please, for the past eight hundred years, the world will die!!!"

(End of this chapter)