Nezha has been defeated and is trying hard to survive...
The blood energy behind him was like smoke, and the air waves surged over like a mad tide. Clouds of smoke formed under his feet, five lights flashed, and the golden spear pierced the sky with golden rain, blocking the three feet in front of Nezha and blocking Yang Lin's attack route.
An indescribable sigh sounded.
"Hao'er, how come you are here? You actually went into battle to serve that faint king? By the way, where are your two uncles?"
Here comes Huang Feihu, riding a five-color sacred bull. His eyes are complicated, including anger, discomfort, indifference, and of course, the "concern" that hates the iron.
"It turns out it's my father. When you responded to the song that day, you didn't tell me. Haven't we always been ministers of Dashang? I was made a general at the beginning. When I attacked Dongyi, I established some Thanks to my hard work, I was promoted again. When the Grand Master saw that I was very powerful, he transferred me to conquer Xiqi."
Yang Lin explained the reason for coming here, and then smiled and said: "As for the two uncles Huang Ming and Zhou Ji, I don't know who ordered them to want to kill me. Why can't I bear it?
After the truce between Dongyi and Dongyi, they were naturally given to the Great Shang court. I heard that it was a pity that the faint king vented his anger and killed them on the spot in front of the public. I wonder if Prime Minister Jiang has come up with a list of gods now. Will they be on the list? "
"You, you, you evildoer..."
Huang Feihu could no longer maintain his fatherly and filial look, and almost lost his breath.
What is this nonsense?
The two righteous uncles were captured and sent to be executed by their enemies. They were not ashamed but proud. Whose side did these traitors stand on?
"Do you still think of me as your father? How did the Huang family give birth to a scum like you?"
Huang Feihu had reason to be angry. His wife and sister were forced to death by the King of Shang. The Huang family and Di Xin had a sworn hatred. However, his son was actually working for the King of Shang, serving in front of the battle.
The most outrageous thing is that this third son, who he didn't pay much attention to on weekdays, has now become a huge obstacle in Xiqi's march. Even his own general Nezha was beaten miserably.
It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not.
The important thing is that he is really rebellious.
"If I had known this today, why did I do it in the first place?"
Yang Lin shook his head, and his smile gradually faded a bit.
"Father, have you never reflected on how you treated me in the house? Are you really unaware of all the things your mother and eldest brother have done?"
Feeling this body, the remaining resentment, and a sense of joy and helplessness, Yang Lin was speechless.
To inherit an identity and seamlessly infiltrate into one's own world, one must naturally inherit cause and effect and accept obsessions.
Naturally, he could forcefully ignore these obsessions, go his own way, and put aside the relationship with the original Huang Tianhao.
However, in this way, whether it is cultivation or refining, it will be affected to some extent.
In severe cases, they may even be suppressed by this world.
Why bother?
It is better to follow the will of nature and accept others, survive with the original identity, original emotions, and original cause and effect, repay injustice with injustice, take revenge with hatred, and properly inherit and absorb everything from the original body.
From now on, he is Huang Tianhao, and there will be no more Huang Tianhao in the world.
Obsession is eliminated, cause and effect are cut off, and you are reborn.
"No matter how good your father is, he has raised you for seventeen years and made you have enough food and clothing, just like a prince, but he has never shown any mercy to you. This is the reason for your disobedience like a beast."
A general standing next to him was riding very fast, charging at an angle, his spear flashing coldly, like a dragon stabbing him.
The marksmanship is extremely mysterious and the power is majestic.
Yang Lin raised his eyes and saw that this man had no hair on his head, a strong body, and fierce eyebrows, but his face was still a little childish, and he looked young.
But it was Huang Tianxiang who had been beaten by him in the house.
That is, his fifth brother.
At this time, Huang Tianxiang didn't know what kind of fate he had encountered. His martial arts skills were completely different from those when he bullied the little fox Cai'er. Based on his martial arts and strength alone, he is even stronger than Zhang Guifang, the leader of the Shang army.
In just a short period of time, his combat power has increased to a large level.
"So it's the fifth brother? Why don't you have a long memory?"
Yang Lin watched coldly as the spear pierced his heart, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the spear in his hand suddenly burst into five-colored light, exploding like fireworks.
A ray of cold light flashed through.
He shot later but arrived first, and one shot pierced Huang Tianxiang's right arm holding the gun as he rushed forward.
The tip of the spear rotated, slashed diagonally and struck horizontally. The side of the blade struck Huang Tianxiang hard on the cheek, sending him flying dozens of feet. Blood and water splashed, and the crystal white teeth scattered on the ground like pearls.
Well, not only did half of Huang Tianxiang's face get beaten to bits, but all of his teeth were knocked out.
Huang Tianxiang was flying in mid-air, his eyes were already dull, and he fell on the muddy grass like a rag bag. He fell to the ground motionless, half of his life was already gone.
"you dare?"
Huang Feihu's eyes turned red when he saw it, and he no longer cared too much. He exerted force on his crotch, and the five-color sacred cow mooed wildly, swung his gun, and attacked.
This time, his beloved youngest son was beaten until he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and his defenses were immediately broken. He was so close and distanced that he would not show any mercy when he fired a gun.
Unfortunately, it's of no use.
Yang Lin chuckled and said: "It should have been like this a long time ago. I don't have any feelings at all. I watched helplessly as the house was trying to harm me, but I still pretended to be fake. It's very tiring, you know? It's better to do it directly. I Don’t worry too much.”
Huang Feihu's marksmanship is indeed very good, and the five-color sacred bull is also extremely fast.
He is worthy of being a famous general who can accumulate merit and be promoted to the title of King Wucheng.
The fight is quite methodical.
However, with Yang Lin's current strength and Jinxian's late-stage strength, he can handle it as long as he doesn't use magic weapons.
With Huang Feihu Jinxian's early Qi and blood martial arts, his strength, speed, and reaction were all at a disadvantage. In terms of martial arts, he was also lagging behind some realms of fire lords. Facing Yang Lin, who showed off his spear and martial arts skills to his fullest, his spear was simply slow and weak. .
All I could see was a dazzling red light.
The fire dragon spear drew shadows that contained the wonderful trajectories of heaven and earth. The two sides only exchanged a few shots, but Huang Feihu felt that his limbs were weak and his mind was exhausted.
It's too laborious.
After the spear in his hand collided several times, he already felt his body numb, and the force backfired directly to attack his internal organs, and his energy and blood were almost dispersed.
The five-color sacred cow not only did not move forward, but instead retreated step by step, letting out a mournful cry. However, it was poked twice by Yang Lin with the barrel of a gun, almost falling down on the spot.
"No, I can't beat him."
Huang Feihu was really riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He couldn't retreat and attack, like a mosquito caught in a spider's web. His body was weak, and a cold light always surrounded the vital parts of his neck and chest. He couldn't avoid it no matter what. Can't live.
He even felt that if the third son hadn't had any murderous intentions, he would have been stabbed with several transparent holes.
However, he was not grateful for the other party's kindness of not killing him, and instead became even more angry.
Such ability, such majesty.
He is obviously the pillar of the Huang family, but he helps his enemy and uses his identity as his son to beat me, which is extremely embarrassing.
"Brother, retreat quickly."
Not everyone saw Huang Feihu's embarrassing and dangerous situation.
Especially Huang Jiajun.
Huang Feibao, Huang Feibiao and others, as well as several generals such as Long Huan and Wu Qian, all rushed out. While rescuing Huang Tianxiang, they also attacked Yang Lin and rescued Huang Feihu.
At this time, no one in the Huang family dared to accuse Yang Lin from the highest moral point.
Everyone has already lost their skin. No matter how much nonsense they say, it will have no effect except irritating their opponents.
Of course, the biggest reason was that Yang Lin's spear technique was unfolding. The five lights rotated like a storm and the sea rain, and Huang Feihu and the other five people were all trapped in it. The power of riding ten thousand horses comes.
Although the five people joined forces and were all highly skilled in martial arts, they did not feel safe at all.
It was as if they were immersed in a vast ocean.
Everyone is facing Yang Lin's ferocious, wild, and inexplicable shooting skills alone.
He could die on the spot at any time.
"Leave quickly, don't be obsessed with fighting."
Huang Feihu suddenly woke up.
The crazy dance of the gun protected everyone and retreated quickly. He had already received two severe blows on his body, and he was vomited blood after being hit by the gun barrel.
When the storm subsided, several people withdrew from the battle circle and returned to the Xiqi army formation. They were swarmed up to protect them. Huang Feihu was surprised to find that Huang Feibao, Huang Feibiao, Long Huan, and Wu Qian had already broken their armor, and their fronts were red. All of them were injured and in great embarrassment.
Behind him, Jiang Ziya held an apricot-yellow flag on his head and protected his body with yellow light. He led the troops on horseback to protect him. He stared at Yang Lin very cautiously and said in a loud voice: "That's it, withdraw the troops and return to the camp. That's the end of the day."
Yang Lin laughed, held his hand in the air, and refused to pursue. He ordered the 20,000 archers to turn around and go back to the rear camp to protect the food supply, but did not pursue the enemy.
This time, in addition to defeating Nezha and gaining 20 million martial arts points, Huang Feihu and the generals of the Huang family also gained more than 30 million martial arts points in total. A total of more than 50 million martial arts points were obtained. Li Xinli was at the fourth level. The improvement of 80 million was not far off, and he was already very satisfied.
At this time, you must not go forward and kill him.
He was not worried about a comeback, but was thinking about what to do if he won.
Such an easy and unobtrusive harvesting operation, don’t let yourself be defeated in a single battle.
Just create a Daluo or quasi-sage level opponent, and that's just a joke.
Don’t even think about getting the innate power of the sun.
Does that still lead to enlightenment?
After withdrawing the troops and returning to the camp, they saw Zhang Guifang's troops scattered all over the place and howling in pain.
Of course, we also saw Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin, who looked unhappy. At this time, the two of them had initially recovered from their injuries and could walk freely. Although they still had no fighting power, their voices were loud.
Zhang Guifang was furious, watching Yang Lin turn around, and said angrily: "Earlier, we were defeated by a trick, and General Huang was watching the show. Do you think that I, the general, still exists in your eyes when you act like this?"
If Yang Lin was defeated together, he wouldn't be too angry, they would just run away together.
However, it is clear that the opponent is so powerful that he can turn the tide and push back Xiqi's army, and may even turn defeat into victory...
But he stood still and laughed at himself. In one battle, he lost 60% of his troops, which was a heavy loss.
This kind of behavior is simply unreasonable.
Zhang Guifang was so angry that her brain was numb, her body was shaking, and she was roaring angrily.
