"You are sure that the Iron Armored Army lost 80,000 people, the people were displaced or even lost their lives, and more than 200 warriors of the Holy Alliance died, then forget it," Han Zhao said.
"If the fight continues, it will only increase casualties, and there is no way to tell the winner. The orcs will spill the beans. It's time to calm down."
"What about other people's opinions?" Su Yuanze said.
There were many opinions.
"Visiting the major sects that Jiayuan Dasheng came to support one by one, Chen Mingshi bought all the talisman bombs prepared for war. I estimate that most of them will support the peace negotiation." Su Yuanze said when he saw that the discussion was almost over.
"Vice Leader Jin went to Yuancheng to meet Zheng Xuan and asked the Yunxiao Sect to send someone to invite Xue Tong. The two elders Zhao and Yue tried to contact the barbarians and revealed the intention of peace talks." As Su Yuanze's No. 2 figure in the Holy Alliance, he only told Han Zhao It requires courtesy and the decision-making power has nothing to do with Han Zhao.
"The Holy Alliance will try to compensate for the loss of Wanqian and fully assist in the reconstruction of the town." Su Yuanze said.
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Yuancheng.
"With your help, Wanqian's strength has been doubled. The orcs dare not act rashly and continue to attack the hinterland of the kingdom. Once the peace talks are successful, the Holy Alliance will use its treasured resources to hold a grand trade fair and try its best to prevent all Xuanmen from running away in vain. One trip." Jin Wei said facing the heads of Jiayuan Xuanmen.
"The Ming Dynasty Liaoshan camp has arrived. Elder Wei, go and call Xue Tong." Zheng Xuan said.
Wei Geng's role couldn't be more suitable.
There are not many people returning on the ferry that goes back and forth between Yuancheng and Liaoshan. There is hope for peace. There is no need to rush back. It is naturally a better choice to wait for the unprecedentedly grand trade fair in the royal city.
Wei Geng and several disciples from the Deacon Hall boarded the ship.
It's an ordinary day, the breeze is caressing, the sea of clouds is vast, the ship flies two thousand miles away, approaching Jiayuan.
Wei Geng was meditating in his cabin when the disciple who was piloting the boat suddenly shouted in panic, "Elder Wei, the spaceship is under attack!"
"boom!"
The bomb hit the side of the ship, igniting a huge fireball. The ship exploded and disintegrated. A man drove a golden needle-shaped flying instrument and flew past nearby.
Han Xirong!
He fired arrows from his talisman sleeves, and the Yunxiao Sect disciples fell in mid-air. Just as they were able to stabilize their fall, several of them died suddenly.
Wei Geng seemed to realize something. Han Xirong's green face made him feel cold in his heart, "You guys, hurry up and leave!"
"Everyone must die!" Han Xirong's Golden Needle reached the peak of the innate world at such a speed that the Yunxiao warrior was as slow as a snail. He killed the nearest person with one sword strike.
Wei Geng fired six flying knives, trying to attract Han Zirong's attention.
Han Xirong was unaware that his martial arts level was three levels higher, and the top-notch flying knives could not penetrate his body-protecting corpse aura and that dark green Taoist robe.
Han Xirong killed all the five survivors, his eyes fixed on Wei Geng.
"It was you who killed the barbarians and human monks!" Wei Geng said as he landed on the ground.
"Well, you are smart, but it's a pity that you were unlucky enough to get on this pirate ship." Han Xirong said coldly.
"You are well-informed and told me to ask Xue Tong." Wei Geng said as he thought about how to escape.
"The voyage route of the pursuit ship is fixed. You think that the rear is safe. Who can you blame if you don't care!" Han Xirong slowly raised his sword.
"Wei is Master Xue Tong. It's too late for you to stop immediately, otherwise you will be hunted down. Even Grand Master Luo Qianyan will die in Xue Tong's hands!" Wei Geng has no hope of escaping, and there is also little hope of frightening Han Zirong. But only once.
"Luo Qianyan may have died due to the collapse of the barrier. Xue Tong may not be as powerful as the legend, but you reminded me very well. If I don't do anything uncertain, I will kill you and fly away, so that I can bring bad luck to Xue Tong again."
Wei Geng slapped his pet bag and summoned the innate-level silver corpse.
"Seeking death!" Han Xirong's green eyes shone, and a large cloud of black insects spewed out from his pet bracelet.
"Thousand-year-old corpse worms are happy when they see a corpse!"
The cloud of insects rushed towards the silver corpse, and the silver corpse's fierce eyes suddenly showed timidity, and the cold iron spear filled with gun flowers, covering the whole body.
The corpse insects stayed away and did not attack, circling around the silver corpse.
"Don't even think about getting rid of the Silver Corpse even if you're exhausted. Wei, your luck has run out. Just die!"
Wei Geng suddenly raised his hand, but Han Zirong had been on guard for a long time. The magic weapon Zhu Duojian danced out of thin air, creating a wall of sword energy and smashing into the string of life-saving talismans.
With a blue shadow, Wei Geng fled quickly.
"Bang!"
The fire was soaring into the sky and the smell was pungent.
Han Xirong had no choice but to move sideways to avoid the poisonous gas.
Wei Geng's figure was already fifty feet away, the Wind Escape Talisman was crushed one by one, and all the escape methods accumulated over the years were used.
Han Xirong drove the golden needle and chased after him, gradually closing the distance.
There are only two hundred miles left from the Liaoshan camp, Wei Geng bombs are bombing and asking for help!
"It would be great if Tong'er was active near the camp!" The bomb was a little further away, and it was daytime again. The eager look in Wei Geng's eyes became more and more intense.
"Come on, we're almost at the Liaoshan Camp!"
The strong aura of rotting corpses, followed by the cold aura of the sword of death, were getting closer each time.
A young man with messy clothes appeared in Wei Geng's consciousness. That was Xue Tong he first saw.
"Tong'er's mind and blood are unparalleled, and his future is limitless. Wei has been with him for a hundred years and is satisfied to see him grow!"
Wei Geng had a smile on his face, but he forgot to avoid the sword light that pierced his back!
…
They never returned, and all the people and ships were missing. Zheng Xuan received the report and led a team with Jin Wei to investigate, and found the wreckage of the ship and the jade plaque of Wei Geng's identity!
Zheng Xuan almost did not dare to speak openly to Xue Tong.
Wei Geng was not a first-class Jiayuan warrior in terms of martial arts and status, but for Xue Tong, the situation was completely different.
"What?" Xue Tong pressed his hand on the stone table.
The stone table collapsed with a crash.
"Are you being plotted against an orc?" Xue Tong shouted.
Jin Wei compared the destruction of the barbarian transport team and the Holy Alliance hunting team with the disappearance of Wei Geng, and said: "It was most likely the work of the same group of people. The remains of the fallen disappeared. There were no traces of burning at the scene, and only the jade plaque remained."
"Xue Tong swears to kill this thief!"
Then he burst into tears.
He recalled everything in the past with a mixture of sadness and anger.
After a long time, Jin Weifang said: "We must dig out the person as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no peace in Wan Qian and peace talks will be impossible!"
"Let's go to Yuancheng first," Zheng Xuan said in frustration.
However, not long after, another shocking news came. The large tomb where the fallen soldiers were buried was dug up and tens of thousands of corpses were stolen.
"Practice corpse skills, there are such high-level warriors in Wanqian"
Su Zeyuan and Jin Wei looked at each other and slowly shook their heads.
"The corpse-refining demon is infested." Han Zhao's face turned pale and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
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Wanqian Palace, Sutra Study Hall.
"Zhao'er, whether it is war or peace, it is up to them to decide. It may be difficult to fight until the sky is dark, but gathering tens of thousands of corpses is enough for me to practice for thirty years, and the harvest is not small."
"My king killed Wei Geng, and Xue Tong will go crazy seeking revenge. We will only see each other every six months, so we must be more careful."
"The child knows!"
The stone wall moved away, and Han Xirong disappeared into the dark corridor.
…
"People are probably practicing corpse art. Wan Qian is planning to issue a notice offering a reward... offering a reward of two million spiritual stones for clues." Han Zhao said.
"The Holy Alliance will add three million more!" Su Yuanze said.
"Xue paid two million"
"Yunxiao Sect counts as one!"
…
"Brother Xue, are you okay?" Xiao Yu'er asked cautiously without daring to laugh.
"You two just stay in the camp and don't go anywhere. It's possible that the thieves deliberately released the smoke screen."
"The location of the peace talks is set to be Dangqiao Town between Yuancheng and Anxingbao, with a limit of six people per party." Xue Tong said.
"Who is going here?" Wen Guangmao asked.
"I, Su Yuanze, Jin Wei, Holy Alliance Elder Zhao Ruran, Quexian Palace Lan Zi, and Wan Qianchao Town Duke Han Wei."
"Where are the barbarians?"
"Chief of the Lion Tribe, Clan Supervisor, Clan Shaman, Matalije, Genlebu, and Kanna of the Bear Tribe."
"What are you going to do with Brother Xue?"
"Let's talk. Let's go back to our homes and find our fathers. A bunch of fools have obviously fallen into the trap, and they won't be famous if they continue!" Xue Tongxu was furious.
"Hey, Yu'er feels the same."
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Dangqiao.
Even the sick, disabled and dying people who could not walk were dragged to Yuancheng by the army's ox carts on the second day after Anxing Fort was lost.
The former government office in the town became the scene of negotiations.
"The barbarians are full of sincerity and will not mention demands such as ceding land. Wan Gan needs to compensate for the beast carcasses worth 60 million spirit stones. This is only the amount of the lion's initial claim." Kanner is the most eloquent and is the leader of the barbarians. talk.
"Now the losses are more than one billion, with tens of thousands of soldiers killed on both sides, plus innocent civilians of the human race."
"Even if the 60 million is only symbolic, the Holy Alliance will never agree to it, and the barbarians should compensate the losses of tens of thousands of people." Su Yuanze said.
"If you don't agree, keep fighting. The reinforcements from the wolf tribe have arrived, and the potential of the barbarians can be increased tenfold. The lion tribe is giving you a chance to be kind, but you still won't accept it." Matalijie glared. He didn't win against Jin Wei, and his energy was frustrated. , reluctantly agreed to peace talks.
"That's right! If we don't consider the difficulties of the Lion Division, Geng Lebu feels that we can never compromise and negotiate!" Geng Lebu said.
"Thousands of warriors from the three kingdoms of the human race have gathered together. The barbarians will be defeated. You must understand the situation clearly." Jin Wei said.
"If the human race really wants to talk, it's better to postpone the war. Sixty million people won't agree, so don't waste time. See you on the battlefield!" Chief Soge of the Lion Tribe said with a sallow complexion and gritted his teeth.
"You fell into a human trap and you are still making noise here!" Xue Tong threw the bone orc sculpture given by Ma Ken on the table and shouted.
Except for Huo Lin, the others are all tokens of the barbarian ancestors who met Xue Tong for the first time.
"Everyone go home, don't do it anymore, the Wanqian War is over!" Xue Tong said again.
"The blood of the barbarians cannot be shed in vain!" Matalij shouted.
"Matalije, you plotted against Aowu and allowed your subordinates to do evil. I haven't settled the score with you yet, and you dare to talk nonsense here again."
"Matalijie, you are arrogant and ignorant. You think about fighting and killing all day long. You haven't met me. If you had met me earlier, your life would have been over!" Xue Tongxu was very bad and pointed at Matalijie. scold.
"Xue, who knows the truth or falseness of your legends just because you want me to surrender?" Matalijie has been curious for many years about how powerful Xue Tong is.
"I know you were dissatisfied back then, and you are still dissatisfied now. If you don't accept it, let's fight. It's limited to three moves. Xue only uses fists to attack." Xue Tong sneered.
He had a terrible thought, "Kill Matalije!"
Xue Tong has always been extremely restrained towards the barbarians, but the death of Wei Geng made him feel breathless and unable to vent.
"Three moves, only fists and swords." Matalijie was originally worried that Xue Tong had some weird magic weapon or sorcery, so he only used fists and swords, and only three moves, which made him very worried.
"Yes, after three moves, this Silver Gang Divine Spear will be yours!" Xue Tong showed the magic weapon and said.
"Chief Mata, no, Xue Tong is full of tricks, and he uses unreasonable conditions and large sums of money to seduce him. There must be fraud in it!" Kanner noticed something strange and urged him.
"Well, the wise men of the Xiong tribe are thoughtful and resourceful, and they see things more clearly than ordinary people." Xue Tong nodded.
"Three moves are three moves, but I don't believe in evil!" Matalijie swallowed two scarlet pills and took another swig of strong wine.
He was holding a Hunyuan gold stick, and his skin was as red as blood.
Geng Lebu frowned, with an uncertain expression on his face. Mata was his eldest brother and the person he admired the most, but Xue Tong was so famous that it was hard to say whether he would set up a trap.
"Brother Mata, be careful!" Geng Lebu reminded.
"Does Taoist Xue really want to fight? The Taoist priest has a very good relationship with the ancestor. It's hard to explain why he hurt the barbarian chief." Kanner tried to persuade Xue Tong.
"Haha, thank you Lord Kanner for reminding me." Xue Tong said calmly without comment.
He had made up his mind, "It would not be a pity to die for Matalijie. There was a reason to destroy him decades ago!"
Xue Tong held the jug, his mouth was as angry as a volcano erupting, and the black-green jug pointed at the meteors chasing the moon and stabbed towards Matali.
With the faint sound of wind and thunder, except for Han Wei, who was mediocre in martial arts, the nine innates who were watching the battle invariably tightened their hearts. The sharp blade of the Kun was just like a sharp bamboo split, but the powerful thunder indicated that the Xuan Lin Kun contained great energy. Just touch the resistance and it will explode in an instant.
The accumulated energy that has not yet been released can also be used to change moves very quickly and adapt to the situation.
"New accounts and old accounts, let's wipe out the old ones with one stroke!" Xue Tong's mentality almost collapsed and he killed him.
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