The princess arrives and the prosperous Tang Dynasty begins

The flames of war were raging, and the smoke rolled like a vicious python, shrouding the desolate battlefield in a suffocating haze. The wind was howling, as if wailing for the tragedy that was about to take place, blowing the flags and banners fiercely, like the mournful cries of a dying person. Li Yi and Li Xuan, the brothers who were once as close as brothers, now stood opposite each other on this blood-soaked land. There was no trace of affection in each other's eyes, only endless cold hatred, like the deep ice in the polar regions, piercing and resolute.

Li Yi was wearing heavy armor, and the cold armor was shining in the afterglow of the setting sun. He held a long sword, and the sword reflected his resolute and determined face. The face that was once full of sunshine and warmth was now stained by the flames of war and was full of vicissitudes and fatigue. However, his eyes still flashed with a firm light for the Tang Dynasty and the peace of the people, just like the stars that never go out in the night sky. Li Xuan, on the opposite side, was also fully armed, and his iron armor reflected the cold light. He held a long spear, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly, as if telling of his inner unwillingness and anger.

The wind seemed to sense the chilling tension and suddenly stopped. The battlefield was dead silent, with only the heavy and rapid breathing of the two men clearly audible, beating the heartstrings of everyone present like drumbeats.

Li Yi was the first to break the oppressive silence. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of his soul: "Li Xuan, stop it! Don't be stubborn!" Li Xuan snorted coldly, and the sound was like thunder: "Stop? The Tang Dynasty should have a share of mine, why do you want to monopolize it?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuan thrust his spear forward, his momentum was like thunder and lightning, unstoppable. Li Yi dodged to the side, his body agile as a swallow, and swung his sword back. The sword and the spear intersected, making a harsh metal collision sound, and sparks flew, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky. In an instant, the two men started a fierce confrontation, with sharp moves, and each move was full of determination to kill, as if to put the other to death.

Although Li Yi felt reluctant, for the sake of the splendid Tang Dynasty and the peace and tranquility of the people, he knew that he could not retreat or hesitate. His sword was like a dragon, his body was as agile as the wind, and every attack contained overwhelming power. Li Xuan was not to be outdone, and he waved his spear like a dragon out of the sea, with a fierce momentum, setting off waves of blood and rain.

The soldiers around were all nervously watching this life-and-death duel between brothers, their emotions were complicated and heavy, as if they were being pressed down by a huge rock. Some had fought on the battlefield with Li Yi and Li Xuan, and witnessed the deep friendship between them, but now they had to witness this extremely cruel killing, their hearts were filled with helplessness and sadness, as if they were in an ice cellar in the cold winter.

Li Yi's sword drew a brilliant arc, heading straight for Li Xuan's throat, so fast that it was hard to keep up. Li Xuan leaned back suddenly, moving as fast as a leopard, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. However, there was no fear on his face, but he attacked more frantically, his eyes wide open, like a crazy beast.

"Li Yi, today either you die or I die!" Li Xuan roared, his voice was deafening, and the spear attacked Li Yi like a storm, the shadows of the spear were so heavy that it was dazzling.

Li Yi felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the happy times he spent with Li Xuan in the past came flooding back to his mind. At that time, the two brothers fought side by side, bravely killing the enemy for the glory of the Tang Dynasty, sharing weal and woe, and being in tune with each other. But now, they have come to this life-and-death struggle. But he knew that he was shouldering the rise and fall of the entire Tang Dynasty, and the earnest expectations of countless people. He could not let Li Xuan's ambition destroy the hard-earned peace and prosperity.

Li Yi gritted his teeth, and his sword became more and more fierce, like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, unstoppable. Each of his moves was just right to dissolve Li Xuan's attack, while looking for the perfect opportunity to counterattack. The battle between the two entered a white-hot stage, and sweat soaked their clothes. The sweat and blood blended together, dyeing their armor red, as if it was the manifestation of the pain and determination in their hearts.

Li Xuan suddenly turned around and swept his spear across, like a mad dragon swinging its tail, full of vigor and momentum. Li Yi leaped up, as light as a swallow, avoiding the thundering blow. In the air, he saw the right moment and stabbed Li Xuan's shoulder with his sword. Li Xuan was unable to dodge and was scratched by the sword. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the land red.

"Ah!" Li Xuan screamed miserably, the voice was shrill and desperate, but he pounced on Li Yi even more frantically, like a trapped beast.

Li Yi's heart was clenched with pain, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all. He knew that mercy at this time would only bring greater disasters and misfortunes. He had to defeat Li Xuan to end this endless dispute and restore the peace and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, even if he had to pay a heavy price for it.

Li Yi saw the right moment and stabbed Li Xuan in the chest. Just as the sword was about to penetrate, Li Yi's hand trembled slightly, and that slight tremor was filled with the last bit of affection for his brother from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother..." Li Yi's voice trembled slightly, and that call was filled with endless pain and helplessness.

A flash of surprise flashed across Li Xuan's eyes, but was soon replaced by madness: "Don't be hypocritical, kill me if you have the guts!"

A trace of pain flashed in Li Yi's eyes, but in the end, he still thrust the sword in. Li Xuan's body froze, and the spear in his hand slowly fell down with a dull sound. His eyes gradually became empty, and the light of life disappeared at this moment like a candle in the wind.

Li Yi drew out his sword, and Li Xuan's body slowly fell down, raising a cloud of dust. He stared blankly at Li Xuan's body, tears blurring his eyes. Those tears were the guilt for his brother and the helplessness for his fate.

"Why has it come to this..." Li Yi murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless grief and helplessness, like the cry of a cuckoo, heartbreaking.

The battlefield was silent, and the soldiers watched this scene silently, their hearts filled with awe and sadness. The sadness was like a haze that made people breathless. Li Yi slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he was telling his lost brother about his helplessness and hardship.

The wind blew again, blowing across the bloody battlefield and blowing up the corners of Li Yi's clothes. His figure looked so lonely and desolate in the wind, like a ghost abandoned by the world.

"I have protected the Tang Dynasty and the people's peace with the blood of my brothers. The price is too heavy..." Li Yi's voice lingered in the wind for a long time. That voice was filled with deep regret and firm determination.

He turned around, took heavy steps, and walked away. Behind him was the battlefield full of death and sorrow, and his brother who had passed away forever. The lonely figure gradually walked away in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a sad epic, forever engraved on this land.

The smoke of war gradually dissipated, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on this land, as if drawing a sad end to this tragedy. Li Yi's figure gradually faded away, and he would always carry this heavy pain in his heart. For the future of the Tang Dynasty, he continued to forge ahead, even if the road ahead was full of thorns, and he would never look back.