On the Wuzhang plain, there are seven-star lanterns.
The first bronze light faded away, leaving only a faint light like a bean.
[Iron Float Picture] The magical effect ended, and the armor of the Han soldiers returned to normal.
Fan Li and Prince Wanli discovered something strange about the bronze lamp at the same time, but each had different thoughts.
Fan Li: "Is this the so-called skill cooldown? [Iron Float Diagram] is temporarily unavailable, right?"
Wanli shouted happily: "Don't miss this opportunity, you continue to charge!"
The left army of the Ming Dynasty, who had completed crossing the river, breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the enemy is not an invulnerable monster, they can still maintain their confidence as the strongest army in the world.
The wolf soldiers of the Ming Dynasty shouted to kill the enemy and rushed towards the Han army formation eagerly.
But almost everyone in the Ming army carefully took a peek at the remaining six bronze lamps on Wuzhangyuan.
Don't light up!
Don't light up!
Don't light up!
The prayers in Ming Jun's heart failed to come true.
I saw Zhuge Liang shaking his feather fan, and the second bronze lamp lit up instantly without any hindrance.
In an instant, the brilliance illuminated the entire mountain as if it were daytime!
At the same time, the Han soldiers had a tattoo of the word "disease" on their foreheads.
On the other hand, the officers and soldiers of the Ming Army did not have tattoos.
"snort!"
"Mysterious!"
Prince Wanli observed carefully, but did not feel any specific changes in the Han soldiers.
His face was filled with disdain and he just snorted coldly.
Zhuge Liang smiled and said: "The Art of War's "Military Struggle Chapter" says: It is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as invading as fire, as motionless as a mountain, as unpredictable as the shadows, and as moving as thunder. The second magical effect of the seven-star lamp is called [ As fast as the wind].”
Prince Wanli was shocked when he heard this!
He instantly understood the meaning of the word "disease" between the eyebrows of the Han soldiers, and immediately wanted to withdraw the left army who was charging into the formation.
Unfortunately, the Han and Ming armies were fighting in close combat, and the Han and Ming armies had already charged together.
There is no way to separate until the winner is decided.
"Oh my God!"
"What speed is this?!"
The Ming army who was the first to come into contact with the enemy exclaimed.
They are both low-level officers or soldiers, with similar cultivation levels, and almost the same strength and defense.
There is a huge difference in speed!
The speed displayed by an ordinary Han soldier was comparable to that of a small flag officer in the Ming army.
Of course, there is still a gap between the two sides in terms of cultivation and combat power.
Ordinary soldiers of the Han army would never be able to defeat the Ming army's small flag officers simply by being equal in speed.
But when he faced the Ming soldiers who were also ordinary soldiers, he was able to kill them with a crushing advantage!
The officers of the Han army could also easily kill the opposing Ming army generals.
The battlefield is almost a one-sided killing march!
Fan Li also took a breath!
too strong!
Zhuge Liang's [Seven Star Praying Formation] is so powerful!
Just like in the first battle, Zhuge Liang quickly aged, and then quickly regained his youth with the help of star power.
Wanli's left army was completely wiped out, but the Han army's losses were only a hundred to one!
"The Han army is mighty!"
"The Han army is mighty!"
"The Han army is mighty!"
After winning two battles in a row, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were full of momentum and shouted in unison, their voices resounding throughout the world of battle formations!
The brilliance of the second bronze lamp dispersed, and the light was weak and almost extinguished.
"General!"
"This is not the way to go!"
"Brothers... brothers can't continue to die in vain!"
The number of Ming troops in the formation reached one-third.
At this time, the general of the right army suddenly knelt down in front of Prince Wanli and risked his life to speak out.
Prince Wanli is in a very bad mood!
In Wanli's view, this general's advice not only hurt morale, but also caused great loss to his face.
"General Wa..."
Wanli spoke slowly.
"Are you afraid of the enemy and cowardly?"
The General Wa's family was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly shook his head in denial!
Being timid before the battle is a capital crime, and only a fool would admit it.
General Wa said bitterly: "General, you can see clearly that all of our wolf soldiers are brave and fearless of death. Unfortunately, the Han army was blessed with a strange formation, and our army rushed into the formation rashly only to die. In the end, we will cherish our troops for the general." Therefore, admonishment comes from a place of loyalty."
"oh?"
Prince Wanli squinted his eyes, his emotions and anger not showing in his expression.
"That is to say, if our army is also blessed, the soldiers can charge into the battle with confidence and have no worries anymore?"
"Uh..." General Wa thought for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, so he nodded and said: "Yes, yes!"
"good!"
Prince Wanli pointed at General Wa.
"Take it, behead it and sacrifice it to the flag!"
Among the three thousand prince's personal troops, several masters with profound cultivation skills immediately jumped out.
General Wa was caught off guard and subdued him with just one breath.
"General!?"
"The general is not guilty, so why should he be beheaded and sacrificed to the flag?"
General Wa struggled in vain and was about to die.
He was so shocked that his face turned pale and he could only cry out again and again!
Prince Wanli only said coldly: "I want to kill you not because you are guilty, but because I want to use your head to sacrifice to heaven and bless the army."
"What!? Is there such a ridiculous thing in the world?" General Wa was shocked and even more angry when he heard this.
absurd!
Ridiculous indeed!
How can killing generals and sacrificing flags bring blessings to the army?
Prince Wanli said leisurely: "There is a secret technique called [Liao Sacrifice]. It was passed down from the ancient Xia Dynasty. It is a great gift to offer sacrifices to heaven and pray for blessings. General Wa, please go with peace of mind. I can swear to God that you will never do this." Death in vain.”
Wanli's identity as the reincarnation of the Xia Emperor was made known to almost everyone in the Ming Dynasty officialdom, driven by Emperor Jiajing's deliberate approval.
As for Emperor Jiajing's intentions, there are many speculations.
General Wa had also heard the legend of Wanli's reincarnation. Seeing that he was about to use the Daxia secret technique, he knew that he was dead and there was no chance of survival.
"Huh...Liao Festival?"
General Wa was inexplicably sad and angry.
He knew that his admonition just now must have angered Wanli.
Could it be that the head of a general in the army must be used for the [Liao Sacrifice]?
"General, no, His Highness the Crown Prince."
Before being taken to execution, General Wa left a last word.
"The emperor is vast and the tyrant is dictatorial. Please think again, prince."
An inexplicable look flashed in Prince Wanli's eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, not expecting General Wa to say such a thing.
The Emperor is massive?
Do you think you are too narrow-minded?
Ten thousand years ago, in order to trap Danzhu and prevent it from harming the world, he once helped Shangtang and trapped himself in Nanchao.
Based on this one?
Who has the right to doubt my courage?
I have been kind to the world, but I have not yet been able to return to the throne. The world owes me a dragon chair!
"cut!"
General Wa's great head was beheaded under the general's banner.
The moment blood spilled into the sky, Prince Wanli took action!
He slapped a palm in the air and shot the hot blood into the sky.
A surprising scene appeared. The night sky seemed to be stained with blood, and a layer of scarlet seemed to appear in the boundless darkness.
Then, comes the rain.
Rain of blood!
It's raining on one side and sunny on the other side. Not even a drop of rain has fallen on the five-foot-high plain, and there's a continuous rain of blood on the banks of the Wei River!
The wolf soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were irrigated by the rain of blood, and they suddenly trembled all over. Their muscles swelled and veins popped out, and their whole bodies seemed to have endless strength.
"Zhuge Liang!"
Prince Wanli yelled at Wuzhangyuan Mountain.
"See you?"
"Great Xia's secret technique, [Blood River Cart]!"
"Army attack!"
This time, it was not just the Ming Dynasty Right Army.
Except for the three thousand prince's personal troops who were still defending Wanli, there were no other soldiers of the Ming Dynasty left. They all crossed the river and charged into battle!
[Blood River Cart] With the blessing of the secret technique, the average cultivation level of the wolf soldiers has skyrocketed by at least two levels, and there are even lucky ones who have directly broken through the Great Perfection realm!
Not good!
Fan Li was shocked.
On the occasion of the battle, tens of thousands of Ming troops advanced together. As their opponents, this was simply the biggest bad news for the Han army!
"The prince has good tricks."
Zhuge Liang praised greatly and waved his feather fan at the same time.
A powerful enemy is approaching, and the prime minister dare not show any signs of neglect.
Two bronze lamps lit up at the same time!
One color is still green, the other is still yellow.
A green light fell in front of the Han army, and tens of thousands of weapons including knives, spears, swords, and halberds appeared. They were all spiritual treasures and of good quality.
The yellow light followed and fell, condensing the human form and transforming into substance. They were actually scarecrows as tall as real people!
Zhuge Liang instantly aged twice more, but was immediately restored to his original state by star power.
He smiled and said: "So that the prince will know that this is the [Spirit Arsenal] and the [Ambush Formation] of the Seven Stars Praying for Blessings."
Ten thousand scarecrows picked up their weapons on the spot and held them high to kill the Ming army that had just completed crossing the river.
The two sides were fighting together. The Ming army had the advantage in terms of numbers and combat power.
Most of the scarecrows are only slightly stronger than ordinary Han soldiers, while a few can reach the level of generals.
But facing the Ming Dynasty Wolf Soldiers with the blessing of [Blood River Cart], they often have to pay the price of three for one, or even five for one.
Soon, all ten thousand scarecrows were wiped out.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Prince Wanli laughed loudly.
finally!
This was the first time that he defeated Zhuge Liang's [Seven Star Praying Formation] magical power, and he defeated two lanterns at once!
It's just that Wanli is laughing, and Zhuge Liang is also laughing.
"There is a saying in the art of war: one can make great progress, then it will weaken, and three times it will be exhausted."
Fan Li suddenly understood!
Originally, Zhuge Liang had no intention of defeating the Ming army with 10,000 scarecrows.
But after killing ten thousand scarecrows, the momentum of the Ming army was obviously reduced.
The influence of [Blood River Cart] is still there, but it is true that many soldiers of the Ming Army fell one level after being promoted to two or three levels.
"kill!"
"Kill all the Han troops!"
Prince Wanli wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, but Zhuge Liang was also very calm.
He waved his feather fan, and the fifth bronze lamp lit up!
The brilliance spread, affecting neither the Ming army nor the Han army.
In the Wuzhangyuan mountainous area, strange ravines and depressions appeared.
The road the Ming army rushed from the river beach to the Han army's position was rugged, muddy and difficult to walk.
Zhuge Liang's voice fell like the sky:
"Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."
"The terrain is good, and a gentleman carries it with great virtue."
"Prince Wanli, this lamp is called [Tie Shi Kun]."
The time, place, and people were favorable. Zhuge Liang lit up a bronze lamp, which meant that the place was favorable.
"kill!"
The Han generals immediately realized that the opportunity was rare!
They commanded the soldiers of each battalion to launch an attack on the Ming army, which was trapped in the terrain and had difficulty moving!
The superiority of the Ming army's ranks, which first experienced a decline in Qi and then sank into the terrain, was completely gone and was even at a slight disadvantage.
"A stalemate?"
Fan Li was puzzled when he saw that the two armies were fighting fiercely for a long time without deciding the winner.
Zhuge Liang still has two lamps that he has not used, but he doesn't know what kind of magical power they have?
As he was thinking about it, he saw the only two bronze lamps left, one of which was faintly pulling a silk thread.
One end of the silk thread rises to the sky, as if it is connected to the sky, but it is difficult to see with the naked eye under the cover of night.
The other end of the silk thread was quietly tied to Zhuge Liang.
Fan Li understood instantly!
It turns out that this is the effect of the sixth bronze lamp.
So, the last light…
When Fan Li thought of this, he saw Zhuge Liang's right hand holding the feather fan slowly raised above his head.
The feather fan in his hand suddenly overflowed with murderous intent.
The original calm and peaceful temperament has completely disappeared, and he is like a big killer!
Fan Li knew that this must be the last magical move of the Seven-Star Lamp. Was it actually the killing move?
Just listen to Zhuge Liang slowly speaking and chanting.
The voice was weak, but Fan Li could barely hear it clearly.
"Ding Zhongyuan·Qinglong Yanyue!"
"hold head high!!!!!!!"
An earth-shattering dragon roar!
The feather fan in Zhuge Liang's hand suddenly transformed into a green dragon, carrying the fierce wind and indomitable momentum, and rushed straight to the center position of Prince Wanli!
Compared with Qinglong's momentum, the tens of thousands of Ming and Han generals who fought fiercely became insignificant.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that this green dragon is the real master!
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Those who dared to call Wanli "Your Majesty" in the Ming army were only three thousand prince guards, who were transformed from the subjects of the Xia Dynasty ten thousand years ago.
No hesitation at all!
Three thousand of the prince's personal guards formed a vast human wall, sacrificing their lives to stand in front of Qinglong!
The green dragon is strong and fierce, and its sweeps are like fire.
The wall of three thousand people collapsed almost instantly!
However, Qinglong Yanyue was indeed slightly hindered, giving Prince Wanli a chance to adapt.
He took out an object and threw it towards Qinglong without hesitation.
That thing was actually a coffin!
Fan Li felt that the coffin looked very familiar, and when he looked closer, he found that it was the one from the tomb of King Jie in Nanchao!
After ten thousand years, the coffin became immortal and became a treasure?
Qinglong made a mistake and was put into a coffin.
The coffin lid quickly closed, seeming to seal the green dragon.
"Look at me burying you alive!"
Prince Wanli said this, but he felt that the resistance in the coffin was so powerful that he could hardly suppress it.
Boom! ! !
There was an explosion, and King Jie's coffin burst apart inch by inch, but it was really unable to trap the green dragon.
Prince Wanli’s expression changed drastically!
He couldn't trap Qinglong, so he could only resist Qinglong's blow.
"Zhuge Pifu!!!"
Wanli roared angrily.
On the five-foot plain, Zhuge Liang held the fan with his right hand still stretched forward.
He seemed unable to hear the roar of Prince Wanli, and his body suddenly aged crazily and quickly regained its youth.
Being so capricious, it all depends on the power of the stars to support him in performing this [Ding Zhongyuan·Qinglong Yanyue]!
Fan Li knew that Zhuge Liang fought hard.
The last one of the seven-star lantern is also the strongest blow.
But with Zhuge Liang's cultivation in the Hedao realm, if he wanted to kill Prince Wanli with one blow, burning his lifespan several times would be an inevitable price!
The work is almost done!
Qinglong has been forced in front of Prince Wanli, and he failed to take out another spiritual treasure to resist Qinglong.
"hold head high!!!!!!"
There was another dragon roar.
Listening to the sound, it is extremely desolate, like the lamentation of an unfinished business!
Fan Li's eyes widened, and he clearly saw an arrow shot from nowhere.
Arrows cut through the night and shot toward Wuzhangyuan.
Only one arrow landed firmly on the seventh bronze lamp.
The lights go out and the green dragon dies!
A foot in front of Wanli, Qinglong's movements suddenly stopped.
Then, like ice melting and snow melting, the huge dragon body disappeared between heaven and earth.
Only bursts of dragon roars were left, echoing sadly and unwillingly.
Whoosh!
Whizzing!
Whoosh whoosh!
Another six consecutive arrows destroyed the remaining bronze lamps one by one!
Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, still maintains a forward posture.
But the feather fan in his hand had broken feathers, like a piece of waste.
Zhuge Liang's body has also ended the back and forth between youth and aging.
He is aging, just aging, not regaining his youth.
What is faster than aging is the constant cracks appearing in Zhuge Liang's body.
Forehead, face, chest and abdomen, hands and feet.
He is like a stone sculpture. Once cracks appear in his supposedly perfect body, it will never be repaired as before.
Zhuge Liang seemed to squeeze out a voice from deep in his throat:
"Youyou Cangtian...how can you be so inferior to me..."
