Chapter 538: Undefeated

"Report! General Zheng Lun, please help!"
"Report! General Wei Hu, please help!"
"Report—"
After a brief announcement, most of the generals asked for help, and only a small part was a victory.
But asking for help is not a defeat. It's just that the situation is stalemate, the soldiers died and injured too many, and the generals were a little uncomfortable.
The day is late, the sky is stained with blood, and the sword crosses.
The fighting has not stopped. The two armies have begun to fight every bit. On the continuous front, you will come and be killed everywhere, and the soldiers will leave the battlefield.
Huang Feihu whispered and asked, "Where are the troops going?"
"One hundred thousand rush marches will arrive in half an hour, and the rest of the ministries will need two hours!"
"The prime minister has not yet returned, so take the Shangjun camp as soon as possible!"
Huang Feihu held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and at this time really wanted to ride the five-color sacred bull to rush out, but in the end he could only hold it back.
In Yang Jian's absence, he is the coach, and he can't charge into the battle. Otherwise, he will be in desperate situation. No matter how powerful the Zhou army is, no matter how powerful his army is, he will quickly be defeated.
The four tiger generals of the Huang family have been killed in blood, and the brothers of King Wu have already died in battle. More than 20 people have been buried here, and more than 200,000 soldiers have been killed and injured!
As he watched, Huang Feihu watched the battle in front of him, watched the golden crow fall into the golden light of the western sky, watched the world return to silence, but was ignited by the killing shout.
Huang Feihu didn't expect it, neither did the generals of Zhou Jun, nor Xiao Lan.
This battle went from day to night, and from night to dawn!
There were countless deaths and injuries among soldiers, but Zhou Jun, stepping on the mountain of corpses, had pushed the front to the edge of the Shangjun camp!
The steady stream of reinforcements from the rear of the Zhou army made Xu Gai, the chief general of the merchant army, experience a near desperate night.
The sky will be clear, and the mountains and plains are already the banner of the Zhou army, not only the Chinese army, but the left and right wings, all of them are pushed up!
When the fish belly turned white in the east, Zhou Jun took a break and Huang Feihu gave an order that hundreds of thousands of blood-stained troops would step down on the business camp. The business army could only organize a weak defense, but the generals of the business army. This time it was not defeated.
In this battle, the one who died in battle is the home, if he escapes, when he is dead in the future, what face will he have to go to the netherworld to see the robe of the dead today!
Wei Hu held up the magic pestle, "Conquer the enemy camp!"
General Xu Gai held the knife in both hands and roared, "Stop them!"
The two armies suddenly promised, Zhou Jun was about to start a charge, but subconsciously, the people here at the same time looked up at the sky.
A huge vortex appeared in the dark clouds above their heads, and two figures flew out of the vortex, stood facing each other in the air, looking at each other, and at the same time slowly falling.
Yang Jian!
Kong Xuan!
"Master!"
Wei Hu shouted with a grin, but his smile was about to bloom, and it was frozen on his face.
Yang Jian's long hair fluttered messily in the wind, and the tip of the three-pointed two-bladed spear he was holding in his left hand pointed forward, but the breath on his body was fluctuating.
Slowly, under the gaze of nearly a million soldiers from both sides on the mountain, Yang Jian fell in front of Wei Hu and also before Zhou Jun, only a few tens of feet away from the Shangjun camp.
Kong Xuan took the sword and landed in front of Xu Ga, staring down.
A night of storms, the heroic spirits will never die.
Yang Jian seemed to ignore the result of such hard work and whispered: "Retreat."
Wei Hu was taken aback, then nodded.
But a young general behind Wei Hu took an anxious step and hurriedly shouted: "The prime minister! We are about to take it!" His voice trembled, and a few tears burst into his eyes.
"I said, retreat!"
Yang Jian suddenly sternly scolded, his voice echoing across the mountains and plains.
The young general was taken aback, and quickly bowed his head and knelt down.
And Kong Xuan from the camp watched this scene peacefully. He had no armor on his body, but a blue fairy robes, and his robe was dancing in the wind.
Huang Feihu immediately ordered Zhou Junming to retreat, and hundreds of thousands of troops retreated like a tide.
Yang Jian looked deeply at Eye Kong Xuan, turned and walked, just behind the army.
Kong Xuan still did not move, the sword quivered slightly, his eyes still gloomy.
The Zhou army retreated ten miles and set up camp along the river. When Yang Jian came back, there were already large camps here. There were wounded soldiers everywhere, but for the first time these soldiers did not see Yang Jian coming back and cheered. .
Stepping into the gate, Yang Jian suddenly stopped, straightened his waist, his head drooped slightly, and his face was a little dark.
Xiao Lan, who was healing the wounded soldier, suddenly realized something and turned to look at Yang Jian...
Ao Xuehan began to show cobweb-like cracks on Yang Jian's body, and the robe covered in it was blown away like ashes by a breeze.
when!
The dragon spear was held tightly by Yang Jian's left hand, squeezed on the ground, his body trembled slightly, he suddenly opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his figure leaped forward.
"The Prime Minister!"
"Yang Jian!"
"Master!"
Several figures rushed towards Yang Jian extremely quickly, Long Ji had the highest mana and arrived the fastest.
Regardless of the blood stains on the ground, the fairy on the cloud sat down and hugged Yang Jian, eager to enter Yang Jian's body, but felt that Yang Jian's body was like a sieve, unable to hold the slightest...
"Brother! What's wrong with you brother!"
"The elixir, give him the elixir!" Xiao Lan yelled anxiously. Long Ji awoke from a dream, took out an elixir in his arms and fed it to Yang Jian.
Ao Xuehan fell off on her own and turned into a snow-white ring and put it on Yang Jian's left index finger. Yang Jian's bruised and blood-stained body was revealed, and the scared Xiao Lan cried while covering her mouth and nose.
"I...not defeated..."
Yang Jian barely opened a gap in his eyes, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, "No soldiers, peacocks...cannibalism..."
Down the road, Yang Jian frowned and passed out completely in Long Ji's arms.
At this moment, Kong Xuan's laughter came from the horizon.
"Yang Jian! Fight again after healed! Hahahaha!"
Above the mountainside camp, Kong Xuan raised his head and laughed, but his two arms kept shaking slightly.
His fairy clothes showed blood halos on his back and chest at the same time, and then there were scars all over his body!
Peacock blood, red and dazzling, he looked like a blood man.
"grown ups!"
"Hahaha! Hahaha! I am not alone! I am not alone!"
Kong Xuan waved his hand, his figure shaky, but he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.
A burst of colorful brilliance gushes out around him, enveloping him, like a bird's egg.
Ten miles away, in the Zhou camp, Yang Jian's body was enveloped by a wave of profound energy, and he gradually sat up cross-legged and suspended there, his breath gradually becoming stronger and stronger.
General Zhou Junzhong breathed a sigh of relief, and Huang Tianhua, who was seriously injured, fainted directly after being so stimulated.
In the depths of Wanliyun, a Taoist figure stood quietly, his eyes locked on Yang Jian.
When it was determined that Yang Jian was really okay, the overdrafted profound body gradually began to generate new power, this man finally breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared.
...
After Zhou Jun, a few figures seemed to be sitting next to a beautiful mountain and forest water pool, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme lingered on the water pool, benefiting the living beings here.
A person asked: "The leader of this trip is not to surrender the peacocks. So now this is a good opportunity, why don't you take action? I also ask the leader to ask questions."
The middle-aged Taoist sitting on the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform chuckled lightly, "At this time, I took the shot, and I was infamous because of the danger. I can't let the interpretation and teaching owe me a favor from the West."
The Taoist gently brushed the treasure tree next to him, "The Kong Xuan, the poor Tao can come by hand, don't worry."
Another person sighed: "If Yang Jiandu can be taught to me, the day of my teaching will be a thousand years earlier."
"I can't force it, I can't save it," the Taoist on the lotus platform gently shook his head, "The three seniors seem to have been driven by the catastrophe, but in fact they have other plans, and their hearts are very bright. Yang Jian is one of the two optimistic disciples. , I can’t move. But for other disciples, I can relied on fate.

The Taoists nodded lightly, and they all smiled.
Gossip about one or two, another talk about the scriptures, this is also a rather advanced way of practice.
...
In Jin'ao Island, in the fairy pavilion next to the Biyou Palace, several personally transmitted disciples were sitting there.
A pot of fairy wine was filled but not moved.
Taobao Daoist stretched his waist, "After watching the play, go back to practice, and what are you doing?"
"Big Brother!" The Mother of God Jin Ling glared at the Taobao Taoist, who shrank her neck and sat down honestly.
Our Lady of Jin Ling said: "We have to discuss a countermeasure. Then Yang Jian is brave enough, and he has made it clear that he wants to protect the teachings and destroy the teachings. This son is already a great enemy!"
Our Lady of Turtle Spirit whispered: "Junior Brother Yuding's cultivation is unfathomable. We are equivalent to having two tough enemies."
"From my point of view," Wudang Virgin Mary said, "Yang Jian is just defending the teaching, not trying to fight me to death. He has said more than once that the Daomen is a family, but it is a disaster."
Our Lady of the Golden Spirit frowned and said: "Then what shall we do? Go to Yang Jian to plead, let him kill some sectarians to deal with the Conferred God List at will? Humph! If so, it is better to let me kill a few twelve golden immortals and enter together. Fengshen Bang!"
"Junior Sister, don’t worry, Junior Sister," Taobao Taoist hurriedly persuaded him, "Senior Sister Sanxiao and Junior Brother Gongming have been included in the list of conferred gods. Master has been hurt for a long time because of this. Let's not make trouble! The most troublesome thing over there is not Yang Jian at all. Boy, two uncles are right!"
Our Lady of the Golden Spirit lowered her eyebrows and said, "What about Uncle..."
"Hey!" Taobao Taoist hurriedly said: "This is what you said~EbookFREE.me~ It's none of my business! Master uncle forgive me, Master uncle forgive me!"
Wudang Virgin chuckled softly, "Big brother, don't play a trick, let's stop teaching at a crisis, you and I, as direct disciples, should do something."
Taobao Taoist smacked his mouth, his a little bloated body slumped on his seat, "Let's not talk about this, my disciple sneaked down the mountain some time ago, which junior sister was stunned?"
Our Lady of Jin Ling looked away immediately.
Duobao shook his head when he saw this, held his forehead with one hand, and sighed: "It's a pity, my poor little apprentice, but it's not a bad thing to be included in the list of gods. She is inherently inadequate, and it is difficult to make progress."
"Big brother, you! Humph!" The Mother of God Jin Ling hated her, and got up with an angry face, her figure disappeared in a flash.
But she was angering the Taobao Taoist like "be afraid of troubles", and her disciples didn't try to rescue her.
I completely forgot that she was the one who persuaded the Holy Spirit to descend the mountain.
Madame Wudang and Madame Tortoise looked at each other, and they could only sigh slightly, leaning back to the Taobao Taoist, and disappearing into the fairy pavilion.
"How can I be willing to make a small fire? I was not fooled by you!" Taobao Taoist took a drink, raised his head and drank, stood up with his hands behind his back, his face a little sad, and a bitter smile appeared on his mouth.
"Master, why do I have so many junior sisters, there is only one junior brother..."
A jade light flashed, and he patted the back of his head. Taobao Taoist suddenly inhaled an air-conditioning in pain, clutching the back of his head and jumping for a while.
Not long after, a piece of the saint's message was published in Biyou Palace and posted on the clouds of Jinao Island.
All disciples of Jiedao are not allowed to enter the South Continent. If there is a person who does not listen to the persuasion and commits himself to the robbery, the disciples of Jiedao will die, and they will be turned into the ashes of the robbery.
The next one is 9 o'clock in the morning on the 3rd.