The seven arrows that pierced the sky silenced the entire Wuzhangyuan battlefield.
The Han army was frightened!
The Ming army was confused!
Prince Wanli looked like he was lucky to survive the disaster!
His eyes turned rapidly, as if he was thinking rapidly.
finally!
Prince Wanli wanted to understand what was going on. He looked up to the sky and laughed.
The laughter is extremely rampant!
"Cough~~~~!"
In the middle of his laughter, Prince Wanli suddenly coughed out a mouthful of pus and blood, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
He was annoyed to find that this was the last remaining power of Qinglong, and all his chest and ribs were crushed by the pressure!
Fortunately, spiritual practitioners are different from ordinary people after all.
Prince Wanli took out several medicine bottles and poured the elixir into his mouth like crazy.
It melts in your mouth, and the medicinal power quickly repairs internal injuries!
The bones are spliced, the internal organs are mended, and the blood vessels are flowing.
The serious injury just now would have killed an ordinary person immediately, but Prince Wanli managed to hold on!
His cold eyes scanned the whole place.
At this time, the Ming army and the Han army had separated with a tacit understanding.
The sudden death of the man on Wuzhangyuan actually caused the soldiers of both armies to express their condolences tacitly.
However, Prince Wanli didn’t think so!
"Zhuge Liang is dead!"
"All the bronze lamps go out!"
"The [Seven Star Praying Formation] has been broken!"
"What are you still doing?"
Prince Wanli's face was distorted, and he looked at the Han soldiers who had lost their commander with hatred.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
"Grab Zhuge Liang's body and show his head to the public for everyone in the world to see!"
Across the entire system of projection screens, Fan Li looked pale.
He was holding the last piece of [Dajin death-free gold medal] in his hand, but he didn't even have a chance to give it away?
Zhuge Kongming!
Fan Li looked at the arrogant Prince Wanli and clenched his right fist.
"Jin Gong...Liang has something to ask of me..."
Sudden!
A familiar voice rang in my ears, like a breeze blowing by.
"Mr. Kong Ming?!"
Fan Li looked around, but there was no sign of Zhuge Liang at all.
The man's body was still on the plain four-wheeled vehicle at Wuzhangyuan in the formation.
"Jin Gong..."
"Liang, I have something to ask of you..."
Zhuge Liang's voice sounded again.
Fan Li realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, but Zhuge Liang's ghostly instructions.
"Sir, please speak!" Fan Li said seriously.
"Thank you..."
The breeze blows by, bringing with it a hint of coolness, which is refreshing.
Zhuge Liang's voice seemed to be carried by the wind.
"After Liang's death, the remaining Han soldiers from Wuzhangyuan were boldly entrusted to Duke Jin..."
"They fought hard with Liang, and they really shouldn't be lost here..."
"Please Jin Gong, please send them home..."
As Zhuge Liang finished speaking, the four-wheeled vehicle and the body disappeared in the wind.
[Seven Star Prayer Formation] The world begins to collapse.
Wuzhangyuan and Weihe River have all disappeared.
Night also turns back to day.
The armies of the Han and Ming Dynasties are still at the original Han army camp.
"Swear to the death to serve the country!"
Among the Han troops, a young general had tears streaming down his face, but showed no signs of cowardice. He raised his silver spear and prepared to charge towards the enemy.
At this time, a leisurely and calm voice fell from the sky and stopped him.
"Boyo, withdraw your troops."
"I have asked Duke Jin to send the soldiers home."
As the voice fell, the word "disease" appeared again on the foreheads of the remaining soldiers of the Han Dynasty, including the young generals!
However, without the blessing of the bronze light, the word "disease" is looming, like a candle that may be extinguished at any time.
The young general knew that this was the last time the Prime Minister protected the soldiers.
He was in inexplicable grief, and veins popped out in his hands holding the silver gun tightly!
finally!
The young general looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, as sad as the nightingale crying for blood!
"According to the order of the Han Dynasty Prime Minister Zhuge...the entire army retreats!"
The young general obviously had great prestige among the Han army.
When he gave the order, the sadness and hesitation on Han Jun's face immediately subsided.
Everyone's eyes were firm, and while they were on guard against the Ming army, they evacuated in an orderly manner towards the border of the Han Dynasty.
With the blessing of [Quick as the Wind], the Han army retreated very quickly.
The Ming army tried to catch up, but was quickly left behind.
"Want to leave?"
"Have you agreed?"
Prince Wanli sneered when he saw this.
"Houyi!"
"The end will be here."
A tall man with a beard came to Prince Wanli.
The Ming army in the formation had been fighting hard for a long time and was already exhausted.
However, the Ming army that had not entered the battle had had enough rest and was full of energy at the moment, ready for a fight.
Prince Wanli pointed in the direction of the Han army's retreat.
"Zhuge Liang's remaining soul cannot last long."
"Catch up and kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
"yes!"
Hou Yi did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately mobilized his troops and horses to pursue the Han army.
Prince Wanli wanted to take action personally.
Unfortunately, he spent most of his spiritual energy to resist Qinglong.
Although he still has fighting power, Wanli maintains his own identity. If a gentleman doesn't build a dangerous wall, how much more so as the prince of Great Xia?
The mere 10,000 remaining soldiers of the Han army were not worthy of being chased and killed by him!
Prince Wanli really wanted all the Han troops to die.
After all, it didn't take so much effort to wipe out the Wei and Wu armies.
Only the Han army almost turned defeat into victory! ?
Such a shame and humiliation can only be washed away with the lives of all the Han troops.
"Hou Yi...may not be able to do his best."
Prince Wanli murmured to himself.
"Holy Lord, are you tired?"
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Fan Li did not expect that Zhuge Liang would discover his prying eyes.
He didn't even expect that the other party would actually entrust the lives of all the Han soldiers to him before his death.
To be honest, Fan Liben has no such obligation.
The Three Kingdoms Alliance has failed, and Prince Wanli is gaining momentum.
Not only did he advance to the Mahayana realm, but there was also a mysterious master behind him, who destroyed Zhuge Liang's [Seven-Star Praying Formation] with seven arrows!
Who is that mysterious master?
Fan Li guessed the identity of the other party almost immediately, but he didn't expect, how could the Holy Lord of Arrow dare to do this? !
As expected, there is no reliable friendship between dynasties, and interests come first.
As the initiator of the joint resistance against the Ming Dynasty, Empress Yaoguang not only refused to lend a helping hand to the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces, but also asked the Holy Lord of Arrow to secretly assist Prince Wanli.
Joint anti-brightness?
It has become a joke!
Where will the Five Nations Alliance go from here? Fan Li, as the actual leader of Da Chu, must face this issue seriously.
But now, he is even more confused about whether to respond to the remnant army of the Han Dynasty?
Acceptance means going to war with Wanli.
Fan Li was struggling, and suddenly a ray of light, like a firefly, penetrated between his eyebrows.
He was stunned for a while and smiled bitterly.
Zhuge Liang actually left him a gift like Zhou Yu and Guo Jia.
"hateful."
"You dare to bet that I am thin-skinned? Are you embarrassed to get it for nothing?"
Fan Li had no choice but to laugh at himself.
"Kong Ming, you're pretty good at judging people...I'm really thin-skinned."
Fan Li strode out of the Chinese army camp and summoned the three armies.
"Get ready to meet the remnants of the Han army!"
"Beware of pursuing troops, the leading general is a strong man in the Hedao realm!"
The latter sentence was said to Fan Chun.
The third eldest son of the Fan family is a natural prodigy in both martial arts and military affairs. He is at the ninth level of the Divine Transformation Realm and has reached the Great Perfection Realm. He once leapfrogged a level to kill a first-level master of the Hedao Realm.
But Hou Yi is by no means an ordinary first-level Hedao realm, and Fan Chun will be under great pressure!
"Second brother, don't worry. If you can't defeat me, I'll try to outwit you. The worst I can do is draw."
Fan Li nodded when he heard this.
This mentality is excellent.
If Fan Chun dared to be arrogant and look down on the people of the world because he had jumped over the rank and killed the enemy, it would make him worried.
Fan Li added: "Among the pursuers, there may be the Holy Master of Arrows."
His voice was very low, obviously not wanting anyone to hear except Fan Chun.
"Second brother?!"
Fan Chun was surprised.
Wasn't the Daci Dynasty the initiator of the Five-Nation Alliance? Why did it defect first?
"Be careful when dealing with Hou Yi. I will arrange for Wu Zhui, the Holy Master of Arrows, to deal with him."
"This matter is kept secret to avoid disturbing the morale of the army."
The two brothers gathered together for a while and then divided their work.
Half an hour later.
The remnants of the Han army crossed a mountain range, and their pace gradually slowed down.
The word "disease" on their foreheads and between their brows has disappeared. Moreover, they have fought hard and are at the end of their strength.
The entire Han army was filled with sadness for losing Prime Minister Zhuge.
Even the young general looked listless and helpless.
The Han soldiers moved forward numbly, not even noticing that the pursuers behind them were approaching.
Whoosh!
The sound breaks through the air!
From behind who didn't know how many miles away, an arrow shot towards the back of the young general, carrying a sharp aura that penetrated everything.
"Bullying juniors?"
A cold voice came from the front of the Han army.
"You have completely embarrassed me in the Mahayana realm!"
According to Fan Li's instructions, Wu Zhui cannot reveal the identity of the Holy Master of Broken Arrow.
The Five-Nation Alliance still exists in name but cannot be destroyed in reality.
Fan Li analyzed it carefully.
Regardless of the reason, the Holy Lord of Arrows assisting Prince Wanli may not be evidence that the Daci Dynasty completely surrendered to the Ming Dynasty.
Maybe this is just a special collaboration?
The destruction of the Ming Dynasty has always been in the best interests of Empress Yaoguang.
Therefore, we can’t break up just yet.
As Wu Zhui finished speaking, a black spiritual barrier was erected behind the Han army.
Zheng!
A sharp impact that seemed to pierce the eardrums!
The young general reined in his horse and looked back, but saw nothing.
In the sky, a black shadow flashed like lightning, and almost no one noticed it.
The black shadow chased for several miles in an instant, and no one knew where it landed.
However, so far, there is no fatal secret arrow that can threaten the young Han general.
"General, look!"
"In front of you is the military flag of Da Chu!"
Some soldiers pointed forward excitedly, and countless Chu army flags were erected like a forest.
Everyone knows that the Duke of Jin of Chu State is the most powerful traitor in the world!
But the Duke of Jin had a very good personal relationship with the emperors of the three kingdoms of Wei, Han and Wu!
Therefore, when the Han soldiers saw the Chu army flag, they had no doubts at all and just rushed forward with joy.
They all know that the way to survive is right ahead!
"Array up!"
"Flying formation to meet the enemy!"
Following Fan Chun's order, the well-trained Dachu garrison spread its wings like flying geese and formed a one-way defensive formation on the plain.
The Han troops who rushed towards the wild goose formation did not pause for a moment.
They are like tired birds returning to the forest, diving into the arms of the wings of the wild goose formation!
The crowds on both sides were intertwined, and there was no chaos in the wild goose formation.
When all the remnants of the Han army had crossed the wild goose formation and entered the relatively safe rear of the Chu army, Fan Chun gave the order again.
"Shield up!"
Large shields that are taller than a person are arrayed in the shape of a wild goose, forming a solid barrier.
Behind the big shield, the garrison's crossbowmen were already firing their bows and arrows.
From a distance, the Ming army led by Hou Yi was already within sight.
"act recklessly!"
"Where did the army come from and dare to stop me?!"
Hou Yi muttered something and was about to yell loudly.
Fan Chun had no desire to communicate at all, so he ordered: "Fire the arrow!"
There are one hundred thousand Chu garrison troops, and everyone is proficient in archery!
One hundred thousand arrows were fired instantly!
The range of the arrow rain covered all the pursuing Ming troops.
Hou Yi let out an extremely angry roar!
The cultivation level of Hedao realm explodes instantly!
I saw him punching the sky, blasting a gap in the 'rain curtain' that had not yet fallen, as if he had punched a big hole in the sky!
The rain of arrows fell, and not even a single intact arrow fell within a radius of ten feet around Hou Yi.
"Hahahahaha!"
The giant man with the beard laughed proudly.
However, within ten feet of him, the Ming wolf soldiers suffered considerable casualties.
The wails continued.
After hearing this, Hou Yi felt restless.
"Shut the hell up!"
"Leave the seriously injured behind, and the rest will follow me and charge into the battle!"
"With this general leading you, as long as you rush to the enemy's formation, it will be our victory!"
Hou Yi's words worked well.
In the previous battle with the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms, he personally killed Xiahou Mao and successfully gained authority in the Ming Dynasty army.
Very few military generals can reach the Hedao realm.
The Ming army also believed that the commander-in-chief of the enemy army on the opposite side should not be a match for General Hou Yi.
However, the road ahead is not easy.
The second wave of arrow rain almost followed!
Fan Chun looked far away in the direction of the Ming army. He had already seen the burly Hou Yi, who exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.
A strong one indeed!
However, Fan Chun looked calm. He only commanded the garrison soldiers in Xu and continued to shoot arrows.
There are two types of military-made arrows.
One type, forged from ordinary iron or low-level spiritual iron, can wrap around spiritual energy to increase its sharpness. The advantage is that the production cost is low, but the disadvantage is that it consumes the archer's spiritual energy, is difficult to last, and affects subsequent combat effectiveness.
The other is to forge arrowheads with spirit-condensing iron.
Spirit-gathering iron is a type of high-grade spiritual iron that is naturally capable of gathering an appropriate amount of spiritual energy.
Use spirit-gathering iron to forge any weapon with its own spiritual energy, greatly improving its sharpness.
The advantage is that it is powerful, saves the archer's spiritual energy, and ensures continuous combat.
The disadvantage is that it is expensive and often unaffordable for ordinary armies.
Money has never been a problem in the Fan family.
"My second brother said that any war that can be won with wealth is the cheapest war."
Fan Chun whispered while admiring the soldiers of the Ming army on the opposite side who continued to fall.
"Second brother also said that truth lies within the range of arrows."
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Dajin, Imperial Palace.
Fan Li came to Lu Fubao and asked her how her cultivation was going.
Lu Fubao is a formation master. In addition to self-study, studying formations intensively is also one of the ways to improve his realm.
This is just like Huang Longshi playing against the Holy Lord of Chess and continuously breaking through after winning.
"Some improvement, but I still feel it's too slow."
Lu Fubao had a sad face and snuggled into Fan Li's arms.
She was originally a genius in formations, but her goal was set too high.
In order to build the Conferred God Platform, Wang Ban needs her to reach at least the Hedao realm.
However, Lu Fubao is only at the Nascent Soul Realm now, and is still two realms away from the Hedao Realm!
"I have four new formations, maybe they will be helpful to you?"
Fan Li held Lu Fubao in his arms and spoke tenderly.
"Of these four formations, one is called the "Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation", the other is called the "Iron Lock Hengjiang Formation", the other is called the "Beacon Fire Yellow Sand Formation", the other is called the "Seven Star Prayer Formation"..."
