For Nanyun City and the Nanfa army who both wanted to end the final battle as soon as possible, the past night was the longest.
Because both sides are waiting for the arrival of dawn.
In the eyes of Nalanyu and others, as long as they survive the last day and win another two yuan, they can completely drive the Nanhai army out of the three towns in southern Xinjiang, just like the last battle between the national division and Yeluqi.
However, it was a peaceful battle that day, but today it looks like a fight between life and death.
In the eyes of Yun Tiannan, Gongyang Chunqiu and others, there is no room for failure in today's three battles.
As long as they win the last three battles, they can seize a large piece of land in southern Xinjiang. As long as they rest and recuperate for ten or even twenty years, they can come back again.
Even if they no longer attack Southern Xinjiang and occupy a large area of land, they can still move the palace on Feixian Island to Xichun City.
This place controls the transactions with the Prairie Royal Court and the Five Domains Dynasty, which is a piece of fat.
Both sides were anxious and anxious, waiting for the first light from the horizon.
At a quarter before the hour, the armies of both sides were already arrayed near the high platform. The armies of both sides were hundreds of feet away from the high platform.
Two hundred feet is a safe distance to prevent either party from going wild and hurting others.
As usual, Minghui and Nanhai's general Yunxuan went up to the high platform and announced the rules of the arena to both parties.
In fact, to put it bluntly, there are no rules.
After all, either one party falls off the high platform, one party admits defeat, or one party dies on the high platform.
This is the most cruel and ruthless arena. There is no life or death, only winning and losing.
After some persistence, Ma Feihu, a general of the dynasty, stepped onto the high platform.
After these years of hard work, his cultivation finally stood at the seventh level of the realm of transcending tribulation. He was considered a great monk in the army of the Five Regions Dynasty, even one level higher than General Nalan Yu.
When you reach this realm, it is a level one level and a level one heaven.
As a general, Nalan Yu only agreed to his request.
In the second game, everyone analyzed the whole night, but could not find the best candidate. Finally, Hua Tianxia stood up and admitted defeat because he could not beat him.
In today's battle, we only need to win two more games. It would be shameful to admit defeat in one game.
And Nalan Yu also knew that his wife was already at the eighth level of the Tribulation Realm, the highest level among the generals.
Monk Minghui, who is the referee, and the opponent's general cannot play.
Hua Luoyu and Ouyang Dongli were even more unlikely to take action. After all the calculations, only his wife took action personally.
Ma Feihu, who stepped up to the high platform step by step, had a cold look in his eyes. He looked at the left general Murong Wudi sent by the opponent and decided to give it a try.
At this time, the sun on the horizon has slowly climbed up into the sky, and there has begun to be a slightly hot atmosphere in the wasteland.
Holding the spiritual sword in his hand, Ma Feihu gradually found a familiar feeling, the same feeling that he had many years ago when he followed the national master and went through life and death on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.
He suppressed his breathing very low, and the true energy in his body slowly poured into the spirit sword in his hand.
In his opinion, although he does not have the grace of the national master back then, as long as he can win the current life-and-death battle and win the next one, everything is not a problem.
Bang bang bang!
General Zuo clapped his palms three times, looked at Ma Feihu and said, "In this battle, only one of you can survive."
Thinking of the tragic death of military advisor Shang Donglin at the hands of the girl, Murong Wudi only wanted to behead the opponent's general with one sword.
Far away, above the Nanyun Tower.
Looking at the scene on the high platform, Ouyang Dongli asked quietly: "Madam, has Mingzhu's child woke up in the morning?"
Hua Luoyu shook her head gently and said, "She is so upset that she may have to lie quietly for a few days."
Ouyang Dongli sighed and said: "Her father died in the hands of the young island master of Feixian Island. Although she killed the opponent's military advisor in the battle yesterday, she is probably still unwilling to accept it."
Hua Luoyu shook her head when she heard this: "Can't Yun Zhongchen be struck by lightning? Even if she has resentment in her heart, she still has to take care of the overall situation of Southern Xinjiang."
Ouyang Dongli was startled when he heard this, and said nothing again. Instead, he looked at the two people on the high platform.
In Xichun City, Duanmu Ruolan is packing her luggage.
She planned to go back to Feixian Island after today, no matter whether there was news from Nanyun City or not.
Since the old monk promised her to bring Yelu Pearl to see her before leaving, she believed that the old monk would definitely keep his promise.
Starting today, the grain harvest outside the three towns has begun.
She has completed her mission, and she only needs to leave the rest to Wang Danian.
Since there is no hope of revenge, she will not be attached to the so-called wealth in the Five Realms. Perhaps Feixian Island is her final destination.
She couldn't wait for the old monk to bring Yelu Pearl to see her.
She even thought about it, and she would shamelessly make a request to her daughter. Maybe the old monk could take her out of the Five Realms.
In front of the Avenue of Eternal Life, even the hatred that was previously cherished in his heart seemed not so important.
After all, his daughter is a girl who has seen the hope of eternal life.
This is a legend whether it is in the Five Domains Dynasty, the North Sea or the South China Sea Islands.
After experiencing so much suffering, she also figured out some things and wanted to pursue a higher realm of her own.
On the high platform, the moment of decisive battle finally arrived.
General Yun Xuan issued an order, indicating that the two of them could take action.
Monk Minghui stood at a corner of the high platform from a distance, silently watching the generals who looked like two beasts, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
They are obviously two living beings, standing on a three-foot high platform for their respective positions.
The next moment, one person will remain in the wilderness forever.
This reminded him of the time when he first met his junior brother Li Ye. On the desolate official road, the killer came to the imperial city for the master's bounty.
He left his life forever at the place where the Zhongxuan Territory and the West Xuan Territory merged.
"Huh!" sounded.
Murong Wudi slashed out a lightning-like sword energy and slashed at Ma Feihu, who was only three feet away from him.
Ma Feihu's body seemed to be sensitive. Before the sword energy fell, he had already retreated several steps and escaped the fate of being pierced by the sword.
But in this way, Murong Wudi had the upper hand.
Holding a blood-devouring spiritual sword, he then slashed out the Fenhua sword, slashing directly at the retreating Ma Feihu in two places.
There was a muffled groan, and Ma Feihu disappeared instantly.
The combat power of the late stage of transcending the tribulation exploded at this moment. In just a moment, Ma Feihu had floated to the outside of Murong Wudi's sword energy.
The spiritual sword in his hand slashed out, and he actually broke the opponent's life-threatening sword. The sound of the sword energy intersecting rang out from the high platform!
Ma Fei grunted and moved back all the way after the fight, almost reaching the edge of the high platform.
This sword opportunity was finally taken away by the opponent.
As a result, he was knocked down by his opponent with only one point, so he didn't have to fight this time.
Ma Feihu on the edge of the high platform shouted wildly, holding the spirit sword in both hands, and slashed at Murong Wudi who was rushing towards him!
The sword roared towards him, but Murong Wudi's face was expressionless, and his eyes glowed like a wild wolf.
He jumped up high with all his strength, dodging Ma Feihu's unstoppable sword, and then slashed out with his sword in mid-air, and saw a sword energy slash out instantly.
Ma Feihu roared loudly, kicked his feet on the ground, and narrowly dodged Murong Wudi's sword that fell from mid-air.
The spiritual sword in his hand flew forward and slashed towards the opponent!
When Murong Wudi heard the chi chi sword energy coming towards him, he held the spirit sword with both hands and quickly slashed out dozens of swords, protecting his whole body in an instant. Even so, he still felt a sudden sting in his arm.
When the two fought again, it was Nanhai's left general Murong Wudi who was injured by Southern Xinjiang's Ma Feihu.
The blood quietly penetrated Murong Wudi's armor and slowly dripped down.
Not far away, Yun Tiannan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked Gong Yang Chunqiu behind him in a deep voice, "What do you think, senior?"
Gongyang Chunqiu looked at the two people on the high platform and replied calmly: "Why are you so anxious? The fun has just begun. You have to believe that General Zuo can win this battle!"
Yun Tiannan nodded, looked ahead and immediately stopped making any sound.
He was waiting for Murong Wudi's shocking sword strike.
Ma Feihu, who was on the high platform, slashed with his sword again. The powerful sword energy rolled up the sand and broken stones on the high platform, turning into a strong wind carrying sword energy, and slashed towards Murong Wudi.
However, in Yun Tiannan's eyes, he saw that Murong Wudi's body had turned into a light smoke, passing through the strong wind that Ma Feihu slashed, and swept towards his opponent.
Hu la la, the violent wind that Ma Feihu slashed was dispersed by a powerful force, and he watched helplessly as Murong Wudi killed him with his sword.
In a flash of lightning, the two spirit swords collided in the air!
With a clanging sound, Murong Wudi fiercely slashed Ma Feihu's spiritual sword to the side, and then the sword stabbed Ma Feihu's throat like a poisonous snake!
Ma Feihu groaned, holding the spirit sword tightly with his right hand, and slashed at Murong Wudi with a violent sword energy. His left hand rushed out in an instant and punched the opponent who was rushing towards him!
With a roar, Murong Wudi received Ma Feihu's punch hard.
A mouthful of blood spurted onto Ma Feihu's face, and he took a few steps back with a groan.
Just when Ma Feihu thought he had seriously injured his opponent, he heard a clang, and Murong Wudi suddenly kicked out while retreating, but a blade protruded from the sole of his shoe.
After the flash of lightning, he kicked Ma Feihu in the chest!
But it was a dagger shining with dark light that pierced Ma Feihu's chest!
A blood splash instantly appeared on his face, Ma Feihu opened his mouth, and finally there was a look of pain on his face.
Ma Feihu felt a tight pain in his chest, but he did not dare to stop his hands. He used all his strength to condense the true energy on the spiritual sword and slashed at Murong Wudi!
With a successful move, Murong Wudi seemed to be helpless and fell backwards, but at the moment Ma Fei pounced on him, he slashed back with a lightning-like sword!
However, Ma Hufei's sword was too fast and too cruel, and he could not dodge it so easily.
With a sound of "Pfft!", Ma Feihu's spiritual sword finally penetrated Murong Wudi's left arm holding the sword!
Murong Wudi's body stiffened, just as the spiritual sword in Ma Feihu's hand pierced his arm.
The spiritual sword in his right hand was already in his left hand, at the moment before Ma Feihu's spiritual sword was drawn out!
A spiritual sword slashed across, its power was like lightning!
"Crack!" There was a sound of chopping melons and meat. After the sword passed, a bloody arrow shot into the sky!
"This battle is over. General Zuo fought hard with his sword. Well done!"
Gongyang Chunqiu looked coldly at the shocking sword strike on the high platform between the lightning and stone fire. Just one sword strike between the two of them changed the situation of life and death.
General Yunxuan on the high platform didn't even have time to utter a exclamation, and Monk Minghui, the referee, didn't even take a closer look.
This battle is over!
Just when Murong Wudi was about to strike again, Monk Minghui rushed over and blocked the incoming strike with his hand.
He took a jade bottle and put the immortal soul that flew out from Ma Feihu's neck into the jade bottle.
Then he turned around and met Nalanyu who was under the high platform before he could exclaim. He shook his head and said quietly: "General Ma died for his country. This battle was won by the Nanhai Army."
After speaking, he clasped his hands with General Yunxuan, rolled up the body on the high platform and the head two feet away with a wave of his hand, and flew towards Nanyun City.
Murong Wudi fought hard with his left arm seriously injured and killed the general of Nanyun City with his sword in an instant, winning a battle for Feixian Island.
It wasn't until Monk Minghui left the high platform with Ma Feihu's body that Hu Ge and a group of monks below the high platform screamed in surprise.
Wang Ruyi was so frightened that she burst into tears. After all, everyone was eating together in the morning, but in the blink of an eye, they were separated forever.
Nalanyu suppressed the grief and anger in his heart and said to Yun Tiannan who was not far away: "There are two more games, let's continue in the afternoon!"
After saying that, he looked at the five thousand troops behind him and roared: "Go back to the city and see General Ma off!"
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