After Xiao Wuhen joined Xie Tianshu, Zeng Rui and others, the Xiqi defenders finally stopped their defeat. The three armies stationed themselves in a tripartite formation, ready to fight the Fulong Empire to the death.
Seeing that Xiao Wuhen no longer retreated, Fulong Empire's million-strong army actually stopped attacking and just defended the occupied city.
It is said that when a million troops cross the border and enter the enemy's country, maintaining food and supplies is a huge burden. Experienced commanders will try their best to expand the results of the war, firstly to avoid long-term consumption, and secondly, to support the war as much as possible and plunder on the spot. .
However, the commander-in-chief of this Fulong army seemed to have no psychological burden at all. He was stationed in place leisurely and contentedly, without worrying about supply problems at all.
However, General Zeng Rui proposed several plans to return to attack and seize the city, but without exception, Xiao Wuhen rejected them on the grounds of "lack of preparation."
At this time, Xiao Qingqing was sitting quietly in the tent alone, staring at the spiritual crystal lamp on the low table in front of him. There was a trace of deep worry that could not be concealed on his handsome face like an immortal.
"Brother Qingqing, are you still worried about uncle and the imperial capital?" A young general wearing armor opened the curtain and strode in. He had a handsome face and extraordinary martial prowess.
This person is none other than General Xiao Wuhen’s beloved son, Xiao Wuqing’s cousin Xiao Yan.
"This matter involves the life and death of the Xiao family. If you say you are not worried, it must be a lie." Xiao Qingqing looked at Xiao Yan with a smile in his eyes, "With my father's ability, he has been operating secretly for many years. As long as he doesn't show up, What the heck, Li Jiuye is definitely not his opponent, but there are no absolutes in the world, and before the news from the imperial capital came, I was still a little uneasy."
"When news comes from the imperial capital, I'm afraid I will change my name and call you His Royal Highness." Xiao Yan laughed.
He has a sunny and cheerful nature, and he always likes to joke around. He easily gets along with the people around him, so he is quite popular in the army.
"Don't talk nonsense. I am the second son. According to etiquette, the eldest brother should succeed me." Xiao Wuqing denied it, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.
Obviously, everyone including him knew that with Xiao Wenjian's character, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the head of a family, let alone the king of a country.
"Brother Qingqing, after uncle ascends the throne, do we really want to cede most of the land in Xiqi Province to the Fulong Empire?"
"When the Li family is overthrown, it is not up to us to decide what will happen then." Xiao Qingwu smiled slightly and said, "With the second uncle's ability, he is not afraid of the Fulong Empire. On the contrary, we can use their soldiers and horses. Get rid of these two Li’s loyal dogs behind you.”
"These round-about calculations make me feel dizzy just listening to them." Xiao Yan reached out and touched the giant ruler on his back, his eyes shining brightly, "I am only responsible for killing the enemy, whether it is Fulong Empire or Zeng Ruiyu Xuanji. Come one and kill one, come two and kill a pair."
As he spoke, a hot breath emanated from his body, which actually raised the temperature of the air around him.
"Brother Yan, have you been promoted to the Heavenly Wheel?" Xiao Qingqing was surprised at first, and then showed a look of great joy.
"I was promoted just a month ago." Xiao Yan said with a smile on his face, full of confidence, "When I consolidate my cultivation, I will definitely have a place in the top ten of the Heroes List!"
Seeing this energetic cousin, Xiao Wuqing felt inexplicably more confident about matters in the imperial capital.
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was opened again, and Xiao Wuhen's seven-foot body appeared in front of the two of them.
Seeing his second uncle's frown, Xiao Wuqing's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague premonition.
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In the splendid hall, Emperor Li Jiuye and the head of the First Family, Xiao Qing, the two most powerful people in the Daqian Empire, faced each other from a distance. The powerful spiritual auras on their bodies kept stirring up each other, and from time to time they collided with each other in the air. A popping sound.
"You lost." Li Jiuye breathed a sigh of relief and tried to keep his voice calm.
"I underestimated you." Xiao Qing's face was gloomy and he slowly said, "I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply. I won't complain about losing."
When you reach the realm of spiritual masters, your perception is no small matter. Naturally, the Xiao family alliance was completely defeated and could not escape the detection of the two people's consciousness.
"What are you going to do next?" Li Jiuye himself was confused, but his face still had an expression of "I knew it was this", "Surrender now, and I can spare the lives of your two sons."
"No need." Xiao Qing said lightly, "I have sent Wu Wu to the Wuhen Army."
"We've come to this point, and you still haven't given up!" Li Jiuye's expression changed when he heard Xiao Wuhen's name, and he couldn't hide the hatred in his heart. "Are you willing to make the entire empire miserable?"
"Although I hate you, I don't hate this country." Xiao Qing shook his head, "What I want now is to preserve a trace of blood for Xiao's family."
Hearing this, Li Jiuye was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox in his heart.
No one knew that just before the decisive battle, he had planned to quietly send his second son, Li Rong, to northern Xinjiang to seek asylum from Leng Qianqiu. However, the three city gates were attacked at the same time, and the plan was not successfully implemented.
Li Rong was not Li Jiuye's favorite son, but he knew that a truly responsible prince would never abandon him to escape alone. However, the recent performance of Prince Li Yan had repeatedly disappointed him, and he weighed it again and again. Under this circumstance, the emperor finally planned to use Li Rong as the royal firebrand.
The faces of Xiao Wenjian and Xiao Qingqing flashed in Xiao Qing's mind, and a firm look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he shouted: "Li Jiuye, do you dare to fight me fairly!"
The loud voice spread through spiritual power, and even the people outside the imperial city could hear it clearly.
At the last moment, the head of the Xiao family actually chose to challenge the emperor to a one-on-one challenge.
"You want to duel with me?" Li Jiuye narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone, "You have already lost, why should I give you this chance?"
"I'm just issuing a challenge." Xiao Qing sneered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "You can refuse, and then order your lackeys to surround me here."
Li Jiuye has been the emperor for so many years. He is no longer the passionate young man he used to be. He does not attach much importance to the dignity of the strong. However, when he saw Xiao Qing's contemptuous eyes, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable surge in his heart. of anger.
I am the emperor, why do you look down on me?
Over the years, he knew that Xiao Qing's reputation had always been higher than his own in the circle of the empire's powerful people.
When people talk about Xiao Qing, they always praise him for his "talent and strategy."
When talking about him, the Emperor of Daqian, most people will use words such as "mature and prudent" that are clearly praiseworthy but actually disparaging.
The majestic emperor of the empire has been suppressed by Xiao Qing for so many years. Even a clay figure would be angry, not to mention that he is a proud and arrogant person.
Xiao Qing's eyes completely ignited the anger in his heart.
"Okay!" Li Jiuye's voice also spread throughout the imperial capital and could be clearly heard in every corner, "I will let you know who is the real master of this country."
Before he finished speaking, a gorgeous golden long sword appeared in Li Jiuye's hand. Countless golden dragon-shaped sword energy kept flowing and flying around Emperor Daqian, creating an incomparably gorgeous light and shadow effect.
It was he who obtained the peerless spiritual skill "Nine-Five Supreme Sword" from Wendao Academy, which was suspected to be beyond the gold level.
Xiao Qing also drew out the long sword from his waist almost at the same time. Compared with the dazzling Li Jiuye, his spiritual skills seemed very dull. He just attached his spiritual power to the long sword and slowly thrust it forward. Light and shadow, and no sound effects, the majestic Spirit Master's moves are as simple and unpretentious as those of an Earth Chakra practitioner.
At this time, Ye Qinglian, Li Donglai, Jiu Zunzhe, Xuanyuan Wudi and Shangguan Junyi and other spiritual masters had appeared in the Jinluan Palace one after another.
After a while, Lin Zhiyun and Leng Qianqiu also arrived from the east gate. Even Venerable Xi, who was defeated by Lu Ziyang, returned to the imperial city at some point. Together with Li Jiuye who was fighting, one In the main hall, there were actually ten spiritual masters gathered together. From a worldly perspective, this was an unprecedented event.
With nine enemies against one, there was no suspense about the outcome. However, Li Jiuye agreed to the decisive battle in front of the entire imperial capital, but Master Jiu and others were unable to intervene for a while. They could only act as a crowd, waving flags and shouting.
"It's obvious that the Xiao family has been defeated, so why would your Majesty bother to agree to a duel with this person." Xuanyuan Wudi frowned and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Commander Xuanyuan, be careful what you say!" Li Donglai said sternly, "As a minister, how can I arbitrarily comment on the Holy Majesty's decision!"
Xuanyuan Wudi glanced at Li Donglai without opening his mouth to refute, but there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Lin Zhiyun, Shangguan Junyi and Ye Qinglian stood together, keeping a distance from the others. The three women were young, and they all had the look of a fish or a wild goose. It was contrary to the rules and attracted a lot of attention, but the three beauties looked calm and showed no signs of timidity.
What a terrible future!
Lord Jiu recalled the previous battle and couldn't help but sigh.
Immediately, he turned his attention back to the battle in the hall and frowned slightly.
Li Jiuye's moves seemed gorgeous, and his spiritual skill level was half a step higher. However, when it came to fighting, it was the younger Xiao Qing who had the upper hand.
No matter how gorgeous and dazzling the emperor's sword skills were, Xiao Qing turned a blind eye. With just one stab of his sword, he could always completely break Li Jiuye's offensive.
Every time Xiao Qing thrust out a sword, Li Jiuye couldn't find a good way to break it, so he had to spread his body skills and distance himself to avoid Xiao Qing's attack.
In this way, Li Jiuye retreated further and further, and was actually forced to the dragon chair above the stairs.
How can it be!
I was actually forced to this point by him!
In fact, deep down in his heart, Li Jiuye also knew that his talents were not as good as Xiao Qing's, so his advantage in cultivation became his last self-comfort.
Now, even this last fig leaf has been lifted, and the depression in Li Jiuye's heart has finally reached an unprecedented level.
Am I really not as good as him at all?
His heart was filled with unwillingness and frustration, and there was a flaw in his swordsmanship.
At this moment, Xiao Qing's eyes suddenly burst with light, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling brilliance for the first time, and with lightning speed, it went straight to Li Jiuye's heart.
not good!
Li Jiuye came back to his senses and knew something was wrong. When he was about to retreat, his body was blocked by the golden dragon chair. He saw Xiao Qing's long sword coming towards his chest. He could not resist it and was filled with despair. Heart.
Why should I agree to challenge him!
He thought with regret, watching helplessly as the sword got closer and closer to his heart.
