In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

On the opposite side were Xue Xiang and Zhao Ji, who were fighting against the brave warriors guarding the banner. Canying was fighting against Su Han, the flag bearer. He swung the sword across Su Han's cheek and only cut off a few strands of his hair.

The young man seized the opportunity, looked terrifying, pulled the longbow to its full extent, and the arrow pierced Su Han's heart. Seeing this, the afterimage raised his sword, and a silver light shone on the flag with the words "欷雀" written on it.

There was a loud earth-shaking sound, and the big banner fell to the ground.

The flag was stained with the blood of the grass, hot and thick, like "a thousand rays of light". Although it fell, it had fought hard. With gusts of cold wind, it was heard by everyone in the Sobbing Sparrow Army:

"The Great Banner of the Xique was cut down, and the King of Xi was killed! The Great Banner of the Xique was cut down, and the King of Xi was killed! The Great Banner of the Xique fell, and the King of Xi was killed!"

The sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the grassland. The troops in the middle and rear looked over, but saw no flags and were in complete chaos. Some of the warriors were captured by Yelu Chang.

Li Yuanyang watched his banner fall down, but he was not dead yet, as there were still hundreds of soldiers protecting him.

Li Huaijin stared at him like a dragon hovering in the sky, watching the overconfident little bird trying to overthrow the world and start a war. The young man shouted:

"Capture the king!"

Yun Chi, holding a silver spear in his hand, jumped into the group of Qique soldiers. Xue Xiang, Zhao Ji, Canying and others led the Shiyan Army to face Li Yuanyang directly. The warriors who protected him were loyal and kept falling in front of him, and a sea of ​​blood flowed under his feet.

Li Yuanyang was blood-thirsty, seeing himself getting closer and closer to failure. This plan, which lasted for five years, failed because of his own land and because of the eternal world that would never bless him.

With the loss of so many warriors, if he was defeated in this battle, the people of the grassland would never trust him again. He would be like when he was a hostage in Chang'an, fighting alone and desperately.

Xue Xiang clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed him in the abdomen:

"You little brat, you want to kill our king and destroy Youzhou? Dream on!"

Li Yuanyang opened his eyes, blood was flowing down the corners of his lips, his heart hurt more than the wound. Yun Chi put a silver spear against his neck, and Li Yuanyang was tied up.

It is their mission and responsibility to protect his warriors and fight until the last moment.

They also wanted to grow crops in the fertile land of the Central Plains, abolish the customs, go to Youzhou often to exchange some cloth for their children, and get the sugar figures they had never eaten. They wanted to go to Chang'an to see the dazzling fireworks and the spring breeze.

From then on, they were separated forever!

The news of Li Yuanyang's defeat spread in all directions along with the exciting drumbeats:

"The Qique was defeated, the army flag fell, and the King of Xi was captured!"

"The Qique was defeated, the army flag fell, and the King of Xi was captured!"

"The Qique was defeated, the army flag fell, and the King of Xi was captured!"

"Put down your weapons and I will spare your lives. Put down your weapons, put down your weapons!"

The soldiers of the Qingque Army saw that the banner had been cut down, the flag had long been trampled into the soil, and the weeds covered the flag. The sound of their weapons hitting the grass was crisp and loud.

It seems like it was just yesterday, the sky was vast, the wilderness was boundless, the wind blew the grass low, and cattle and sheep were seen, horse racing and archery, and people were singing and dancing.

Today, the vast sea of ​​blood, with a strong smell of blood, rushes into the mouth and nose, and even into the depths of the "soul". The rivers are dyed deep red, and there is no clear water anymore.

Li Yuanyang looked at the young man who was looking down at him, as if all difficult problems would become easy in his hands. Tens of thousands of soldiers were defeated by five thousand people.

Li Huaijin sat upright on a white pony, his eyes full of disdain and contempt, and even more hatred. The wind blew up the boy's half-tied black hair, like a flag of victory shouting in the wind. This was the hair that Mu Jinan had combed for him.

He was filled with resentment that it was this traitor who had killed his Yanshi Army. He had instructed and taught every soldier in the army kung fu. Some of the soldiers were not even half-age, but had become his subordinates in order to survive.

The young man suppressed the grief in his heart, his fingers holding the reins were shaking. The Flame-killing Army died here, they would never see the bright sunshine in every household again, they had to replace the old charms with new ones, they could not be reunited with their loved ones, and they did not leave any last words.

He saw thousands of red clouds rising into the sky, wisps of souls floating towards Chang'an, falling on the shimmering lake, and in the misty valley, eternal life!

Li Yuanyang sneered. He lost to him, but he refused to accept it.

"My king has not lost. I will never surrender! I will always be a hero of the grassland."

Every day, Li Yuanyang was annoyed by the nonsense he said in front of Mu Jinan. Li Huaijin sneered:

"How can you be called a hero, a treacherous villain, a traitor? You are the laughing stock of the whole country."

"If I hadn't cared about the people of the grassland, you would have died by my hand long ago. I allowed you to be so rampant. Do you really think you are a king? I will imprison you now."

"Shut his mouth." The young man rode away.

Just now, when the Shiyan Army and the Qingque Army were fighting, in the south, Shi Zhaoyang, holding a tiger-patterned horizontal sword, commanded 3,000 Shi troops to attack the Shiyan Army:

"Kill the princess and capture King Liang."

There was no one in command at the rear of the Shiyan Army, so they fought desperately. Shi Zhaoyang attacked viciously, chopping off the heads of many soldiers. When he was feeling triumphant and swung his sword at the neck of a young soldier, another sharp sword swept past his blade.

The two swords crossed, sparks flew, and their eyes met.

Shi Zhaoyang saw the man clearly. He was a handsome young man with a pair of eyes that shot like cold stars. He had a clear mind and skin made of jade. He was wearing golden armor, and his moves showed his power that was unmatched.

The young man's lips twitched slightly: "You eat the rice and millet of the common people, wear women's embroidered shirts, and receive salaries from the court, but you collaborate with the enemy and betray your country, causing your soldiers to kill each other. How can you be a human being?"

The sword in Shi Zhaoyang's hand was suppressed by the young man's sword. He retreated step by step, his face livid. Seeing that the young man's eyebrows and eyes were not ordinary people and his arm strength was amazing, he asked:

"Who are you?"

The young man held the hilt of the knife with only his left hand, stood on the Qian position with his left foot, and slanted his right palm downward. He gathered his energy in his Dantian and swung a palm towards his abdomen.

Shi Zhaoyang's body seemed to be hit by a waterfall of ice from a cliff in winter. The whole body collapsed like a mountain and penetrated his body. Blood flowed along his teeth and white lips.

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"I am your nemesis, the general you can never defeat! Gu Wenxuan!"

Behind Gu Wenxuan were thousands of warriors, full of murderous intent, rushing towards Shi Jun. The two sides fought fiercely. The warriors carried Shi Jun's soldiers with one hand, threw them dozens of meters away, and with the other hand held a big knife to chop at Shi Jun's abdomen.

Heart-wrenching cries were heard. These warriors seemed to be more powerful and well-organized than those in Li Yuanyang's army.

The leading warrior was named Xuan Heye. He was nine feet tall, with eyes as sharp as a tiger. Although he was tall, his martial arts moves were smooth and his body was agile.

Each of them was protected by a brave warrior. Five warriors each picked up two or three Shi Jun soldiers and threw them towards the Shi Jun's banner. The soldiers of the banner guarding camp quickly pushed away the dozen or so people who were thrown at them.

Seeing that the time had come, the assassin Luo Sheng took up his bow and shot ten arrows at once. The fire was fierce and a strong northwest wind blew the flags. The flag guards panicked and immediately lowered their flags in an attempt to put out the fire.

Seeing that they were in a panic, Gu Wenxuan held Shi Zhaoyang in one hand, just like the day when he dismounted from his horse to salute with Shi Si. He jumped in front of the big banner, holding a sword in the other hand, and chopped down the flagpole like lightning.

With a loud bang, the sky and the earth shook, and the banner fell. The warriors protected Gu Wenxuan in front and behind, and a young man's sonorous and powerful voice was heard:

"Shi Zhaoyang has been captured, Shi Junqi has been cut down, put down your weapons immediately, and I will spare your lives!"

Shi Jun saw Shi Zhaoyang being picked up by Gu Wenxuan like a little chick. The flag had turned to ashes and the strong wind blew the ashes away, "poured" into their mouths and noses.

They kept retreating, fearful and uneasy, some even fled from the grassland on horseback. The sound of weapons being put down was pleasant to the ears. The warriors drove the chariots, each holding dozens of swords and loading them into the chariots.

Gu Wenxuan ordered his men to tie up Shi Zhaoyang and pierce a silver needle into his heart:

"Only the princess can cure this poison."