Above the endless ocean.
At the end of the shore, there are two majestic mountains, entrenched there like wild beasts.
One is named Yashan and the other is named Tangpingshan.
Two mountains guard the sea, leaving a small entrance to the sea for the sea to flow south.
This place is like a giant natural portal, half open and half covered, so it is also called "Yamen".
Since Mo Yuan moved into the Central Plains, the Song Dynasty court was defeated and disintegrated in succession. In the end, less than 200,000 soldiers and civilians were left, relying on the natural geographical advantage of "Yamen" to resist the army of Mo Yuan from above the ocean. .
However, in the eyes of the world at this time.
The Great Song Dynasty had already run out of energy. Although it relied on this natural portal barrier to entangle its army with all its might and use the "gate" to occupy the enemy, in another sense, it was completely surrounded by the demonic element and became a The last bite of meat on the plate.
The only difference lies in how much Mo Yuan is willing to pay to get the last bite of meat.
Yashan! Yashan!
In this mountain gate, 200,000 soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty formed a camp.
A huge imperial court, the former Han people's country is now shrunk like a walled city in the mountains.
Huhu~~
Above the sky, there is an enveloping golden barrier, covering thousands of miles within the Yamen.
hold head high!
From time to time, dragon roars reverberated in the air above, shaking the air and spreading ripples in circles.
And if there are Moyuan soldiers watching carefully on the ships in the sea, they will occasionally see an old dragon looming in the clouds, but only one corner of it can be seen. It can be said that the dragon has its head but not its tail.
The corner of the dragon's body that was occasionally exposed was filled with the aura of decay and decay, and also had thick traces of blood. It was obviously an old dragon that had gone through many vicissitudes of life and had endured hundreds of battles and calamities.
"The Dragon Yun of the Great Song Dynasty, even if it does not use our army to attack, is getting older and weaker. Dispersed. In less than ten years, it will exhaust its own 'Long Yuan' and die. By then, there will be no Dragon Yun. The two hundred thousand soldiers and civilians will be left to our army." Lamb to the slaughter.”
On a giant battleship that looked like a small island on the ocean, a general wearing a large cloak and a divine helmet sneered as he looked at the surviving monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty behind the cliff gate.
Behind and around this general, in addition to his island battleship, there are a total of eighty small islands.
On each small island, there are nearly 10,000 soldiers of the Moyuan Empire practicing and resting on it. Each small island-shaped battleship can be regarded as a cave. There are mountains, rivers, streets, etc. that are no different from the natural world. Various birds and beasts.
Even the Demonic Soldiers can race among them as if they were walking on flat ground.
At this time, the general looked up with a sneer on his face, but he was staring at the top of the cliff mountain thousands of miles away from him. There stood a man wearing a vermilion official robe, a jade belt tied around his waist and a gauze hat on his head. Middle-aged scribe.
There is also a commander in armor, with an iron-blooded look on his brows.
These two people are the key figures in the Song Dynasty in Yashan that can persist until this time.
Prime Minister Lu Xiufu, and Marshal Zhang Shijie.
These two people stood on the cliff, letting the sea breeze blow against their faces and blowing their robes and hair? The two pairs of eyes seemed to be focused on someone facing each other.
I saw, following the eyes of the two people, looking toward the end of the sky. On the sky above the 800,000 demonic element army, there stood a black-clothed godman with his hands behind his back.
His face is fair, and his whole body is filled with a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi aura. He stands in the sky like an ancient sacred mountain, and more like a statue that should be enshrined in a temple. The whole person has a beauty that surpasses all in the world. The beauty of state.
The fusion of various temperaments in his body not only does not look weird, but also highlights a sense of oppression that makes everyone in the world feel scared in their new homes.
This pressure weighed on the hearts of Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie.
It was like a black sky that shrouded the heads of the 200,000 soldiers and civilians in the cliff mountain. Even if they couldn't attack, it still made them breathless and frightened for several years.
In the demon element, the grassland demon soldiers glanced at the sky, with a feeling of reverence and worship in their eyes.
To that cold and majestic man like a god.
The number one master in the Mo Yuan Empire was Meng Chixing, the god who had been protecting the great men of the empire since the time of Genghis Khan.
Sudden.
Click~
A space above the sea and sky in the distance suddenly burst open, and a royal aura and pressure that anyone could feel came from it.
"Um?"
Meng Chixing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over: "Why are you here?"
Following Meng Chixing's calm inquiry, a middle-aged man wearing a royal robe and a majestic face walked out of the torn space. After walking out, he first held his hand for Meng Chixing from a distance:
"Master Meng, something happened to the Imperial Master."
The visitor was none other than the emperor's uncle, Si Hanfei, who came from the palace.
He is the third giant master in the Meng Yuan Empire, who is as famous as Meng Chixing and Ba Siba. Even though the territory of each state is more than hundreds of millions of miles wide, under the feet of a master like him who has entered the land immortal level, it is just a matter of exerting power. By moving the cave in the body, one can easily cross layers of space, regardless of distance.
"Sihanfei!"
At this time, Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie on the cliff mountain also recognized the military hegemon of the Moyuan Empire, and they all showed solemn and fearful expressions.
The reason why the Song Dynasty was destroyed was due to Han Fei's "indispensable contribution".
His ability to march and set up battle formations and attack cities and plunder territory was far superior to that of any general in the Song Dynasty.
Even Song Shuai Zhang Shijie, who was guarding Yashan at this time, had to admit that there was a huge gap between himself and Si Hanfei.
"How did this person come to the front line?"
Zhang Shijie's voice deepened:
"Could it be that Mo Yuan is finally launching a general attack?"
They have been forced on this cliff mountain for several years, using dragon luck to form a formation to compete. Under this situation, Mo Yuan also chose the method of "siege but not attack". Even Sihanfei, who had defeated the Song Dynasty before, also I have been away from the front line for several years.
Now that he's on the front line again, he knows with his toes that Mo Yuan will make new moves.
For a moment, Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie sank to the bottom of their hearts.
And above the sky of the demonic army.
After saluting Meng Chi, Sihanfei also looked solemn and quickly explained the reason why he came here: "The situation of the national master is not right. The emperor is worried that something will happen to the Yashan plan, so the disciples also came to supervise the battle."
After Meng Chixing heard the words, his deep eyes like stars flashed slightly: "That's fine."
But just after he said this, he suddenly felt something and looked towards the northern sky:
"Eighteen ancient wilderness wolves, even thousands of miles away."
"Already arrived."
Si Hanfei also looked towards the past and said:
"Although I don't know what the problem is with the Eighth Division, since the prison van has arrived, as expected, the group of Central Plains rebels should be around."
Si Hanfei's eyes were like swords, sweeping across the sea area and beyond, trying to find something, but it seemed that those people were well hidden.
They didn't know what happened to Basiba, so they could only choose to carry out the original plan.
Emperor Meng sent him here just for this purpose.
Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie on the cliff mountain also felt a kind of aura and looked up at the same time.
Ang~~
I saw the Dragon Soul of the Song Dynasty surrounding the cliff mountain suddenly let out a high-pitched dragon roar, with a deep desire hidden in it, as if it sensed a force belonging to the national destiny.
"Why is Long Lun so abnormal? Could it be..."
The two of them looked at the sky above the Demon Yuan in surprise at the same time. Through the two land gods among the Demon Yuan, they saw that at the end of the sky...
Eighteen black spots appeared.
Gradually, the sound of thunder echoed between heaven and earth.
Boom!
Tap tap tap!
At this moment, all the soldiers in the two dynasties of Yashan all raised their heads and looked at the deafening eighteen black spots, which seemed like the ancient thunder god traveling with great force. They were getting closer and closer, revealing a head as big as a mountain. The image of a giant beast.
"It's the ancient wolf of the wasteland!"
The 800,000 grassland demon soldiers were all excited and excited. On those small islands, the sound of wolf roars was also heard, shaking the air current, causing the waves thousands of miles away to jump and roll up the waves.
The two people on the cliff all changed their expressions.
"Eighteen ancient wasteland wolves are pulling a cave. Who is in that cave? It's..."
They all thought of something, and there was only one answer that made their hearts beat faster:
"Among them, could it be Wen, Prime Minister Wen?!"
At this time, they all had an ominous premonition in their hearts.
Mo Yuan has not launched a general offensive for several years and has trapped them here. Now, not only Si Hanfei has come to the front line in person, but it seems that Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang has also been brought here.
What is this going to do?
Boom! !
Amidst the trampling sounds of desolate beasts running around like thunder, a voice from the Demonic Yuan Army was heard:
"Make room for the ancient wolf!"
In an instant, a small island battleship quickly gave up its position in a radius of tens of thousands of miles.
But suddenly there was an angry shout in the sky:
"This is the time, everyone, take action! Save people!!"
Under this sound, a rusty iron sword emitted a terrifying light and shot towards the Eighteen Wasteland Ancient Wolf.
at the same time.
There is a bloody spear around it!
A horizontal sword that exudes Buddha light.
The two jasper-colored crutches exuded ancient Qi, and wherever they passed, the Qi collapsed underneath.
A mysterious white hand that seems to be able to penetrate the sky and compete with ghosts and gods.
And a blast of infuriating energy, like a sword from the sky, piercing through the sky!
There are five attacks in total.
Every step is extremely close to land gods, and some people are even land gods.
These terrifying attacks suddenly shot out of the void.
In an instant, endless waves of vitality rolled up, and the vast killing intent, sword intent, spear intent, knife intent, palm intent, and various artistic conceptions combined into a huge force that could sweep everything, and instantly went to the ancient Eighteen Heads Wasteland. Before the wolf.
Before the power arrived, the infinite power overwhelmed him first.
Ouch! !
In an instant, all four hooves of the eighteen ancient wilderness wolves became weak, a ferocious look flashed in their blood-red eyes, and they raised their heads and roared.
At this moment, both the Song and Yuan armies were shocked.
I don't know why these five masters suddenly appeared and went straight to the prison prison car pulled by the ancient wolf.
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, Si Hanfei, who was above the sky, looked up and laughed, recognizing these masters one by one.
"The hero Han Gongdu, the spear sect Zhi Lixing, the Qi King Ling Duxu, the best master of Buddhism Hengdao Tutuo, the anti-heaven hand Li Ling, the double-skilled abductor Bi Kongqing..."
He took one step forward, and a terrifying force erupted from his body that caused the entire sea area to fall. With a pinch of his palm, a spear appeared, and he stabbed it instantly:
"Two land gods and four half-step earth gods. In order to save Wen Tianxiang, so many masters came here. It's worth it that I came all the way from the imperial city to die!"
Under a spear.
Roar!
The sound of spears piercing the air was like a roar of wolves, like billions of ancient wilderness wolves roaring between heaven and earth.
As Sihanfei strode forward, the spear edge became more and more condensed, and the vitality rolled up around him was like thousands of tornadoes, powerful and powerful, directly forcing one of the six people from behind.
Gain the determination and confidence to kill someone with one strike!
