"Nangong Shi, if you don't dismount, how long will it take!" Zhang Guifang, who had dealt with Zhou Ji, saw that Nangong Shi wanted to run away, and shouted again, resounding like morning bells and evening drums.
Nangong Shi, who was just a mortal, felt his head explode. In pain, his head tilted and he fell down.
"Death" Zhang Guifang stabbed Nangong Shi in the back with a spear. The gun tip passed through Nangong Shi's chest, and gurgling blood spurted out, dyeing the mud on the ground a thrilling blood color.
At the same time, the true spirits of Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji flew into the list of gods.
It's a pity that these two people would have become important ministers of the Zhou Dynasty in the original history. Because of yesterday's tragic defeat, Zhang Guifang, who was very angry and cruel, did not even give the two of them a chance to be captured.
On the chariot, Jiang Ziya saw that two generals died in battle, so he ordered the army to retreat slowly, and the archers on both wings were responsible for breaking up the rear.
"The bandit army has been defeated. All officers and men will charge with me! If you kill a soldier, you will eat meat for ten days. If you kill a general, you will be promoted to the third level." Zhang Guifang screamed and rushed forward, but was forced back by a hail of arrows from the Zhou army. When he came back, the dozens of Qinglong Pass soldiers who followed him in the attack were not so lucky and were shot into hedgehogs on the spot.
Zhang Guifang was about to attack again, and the sound of gongs and the voices of messengers came from behind.
"The Generalissimo has an order. The rebel army is not in chaos and cannot be pursued."
Zhang Guifang looked back and almost fainted after hearing this.
Ma, who didn't know when he arrived, was feeding Nezha with a bowl.
Is this old woman fighting or taking care of her children? Zhang Guifang gritted her teeth angrily.
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When Jiang Ziya returned to the military camp, he took out the Book of Heaven and read it, but his brows furrowed more and more as he read. In a situation like today, it is useless to have a strategy. He needs someone who can defeat Zhang Guifang.
But looking at the entire Zhou camp, there is no one who is good at magic. Feeling depressed, Jiang Ziya left the tent with his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of Qinglong Pass. He couldn't help but think of the Chu Feng he saw in front of the battle yesterday. How could the former Taoist brother side with the tyrant? Is his junior brother Shen Gongbao also at Qinglong Pass? .
If they attack together, this battle is still necessary. Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya became even more distressed.
At this moment, a soldier walked quickly and knelt down on one knee more than ten steps away.
"Prime Minister, there is a young man at the gate of the camp asking to see you. He claims to be your nephew."
Jiang Ziya, the nephew, couldn't help but look strange. In the past, he studied Taoism in Kunlun Mountain and almost stayed at home. Not to mention the nephew, he didn't even know a few brothers. How could someone suddenly come to visit him?
Thinking of what his elder brother Guang Chengzi had told him when he left, he suddenly realized that this war against merchants was not his business alone.
"Please, please, no, I will greet you personally." As a cultivator with a kind temperament, Jiang Ziya didn't have any airs even though he was already in the position of prime minister.
When he was nearing the gate of the camp, Jiang Ziya looked intently and saw that he was growing strangely and delicately, wearing a crown with a fan, hydrating clothes, a silk ribbon around his waist, and hemp shoes on his feet, making him look like an ancient hermit.
Even Jiang Ziya, who never paid much attention to appearance, couldn't help but admire him in his heart. When he arrived at the gate of the camp, he had already saluted him before he opened his mouth.
"Junior Yang Jian, on the orders of his mentor Yuding, came to assist my uncle."
Jiang Ziya, who was not familiar with Yuding Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, was moved in his heart: "The Shang army is powerful, and our army has lost two generals. At this time, my senior brother sent his nephew to help in the battle. We still can't win." happy."
Thinking of Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji who had just died in battle, Jiang Ziya felt a pang of regret in his heart. These two people were not only military generals, but also talented in literature and politics. In a remote place like Xiqi, such people were very rare.
Hearing that the battle situation was tense, Yang Jian solemnly said: "Although Jian is not talented, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills have become a reality. I am willing to be my uncle's pioneer and defeat the Qinglong Pass."
"Don't worry, my nephew has just arrived. Let's take a rest first." Jiang Ziya greeted Yang Jian into the camp with a happy face.
When he was in Kunlun, he heard his junior brother Shen Gongbao mention that Yang Jian was the first disciple of the third generation, and even some of the second generation disciples were no match. With such help, the battle against Shang would be much smoother.
At the same time, in the courtyard of Qinglong Pass.
Ma was squatting by the wall, eating from a porcelain bowl, his eyes widened.
Not far away, Chu Feng and Nezha stood face to face.
"Master, do you really want to boast about me?" Nezha said tremblingly.
I don’t know what scary words Chu Feng just said to scare Nezha like this.
"When did Pindao lie to you? Don't be afraid. Don't you want to become an adult?" Chu Feng had a warm smile on his face to avoid scaring his apprentice who was still a child.
The story actually started half an hour ago. At that time, Chu Feng was practicing. His mind was wandering in the sky, and his soul was in the void. The system suddenly appeared, saying that there was a magical power that could make people bigger, and he could practice it.
Chu Feng knew as soon as he heard that it was prepared for Nezha. After a simple practice, he called Nezha who had returned from the battlefield to him. After saying a few words, the little guy was frightened. Why should he do this? Blow it up, in case it explodes.
"Master, if my disciple dies, you must take my disciple's body back to Chentangguan for burial." Nezha said with a scared look on his face, as if he was bound to die.
Chu Feng nodded angrily, put his hand on Nezha's little head, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
"It's big." Nezha looked at his feet in shock. They were more than three times bigger than before.
Chu Feng ignored it. This magical power was a kind of magical power that benefited oneself at the expense of others, giving his own blood and immortality to another person. There can be no distractions during the process.
"It's bigger again." Nezha shook his two enlarged arms and suddenly looked between his legs in horror: "Master, the bird has also become bigger."
Chu Feng, who was disturbed by Nezha, had his hands shaking, and the process of playing loudly came to an abrupt end.
"Ah, it's so small again" Nezha shouted.
He was shaken back a few steps by the force of the supernatural power. After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but sigh, what a fate.
At this time, Nezha had a face like a crown of jade, red lips, white teeth, and skin like snow. He was better than the girl, except that he was too short. He was only 1.6 meters tall, which was not as tall as an ordinary soldier. (This world is full of spiritual energy, and people are generally very tall.)
"Master, is the bird considered big or small?" Nezha's attention was still on the bird.
Chu Feng took out a set of clothing from the storage space, threw it over, and said angrily: "I told you to be silent. You brought it on yourself, little one."
"Can I blow it again?" Nezha put on his clothes and looked pure.
What answered him was Chu Feng's extremely swift kick.
After a while, Nezha ran out of the ruins and rubble, with a depressed look on his face.
"Why don't you blow if you don't blow? Why hit someone!"
