Chapter 211

Seven days later, the long-distance Manchu army finally entered the northern part of Daxia, getting closer and closer to the front line of the war.

In the last stage of his life, fan Lingyue endured his illness and persisted in the great cause of the expedition.

The Marquis of Taiping, who was transferred back to the imperial city soon after his death, had to go north again to help jingwugong resist the northern Mongolian army.

After a series of wars, the 200000 Imperial troops transferred from the imperial city are now less than 50000. It is the first time since the founding of the great Xia Dynasty that they have been beaten so badly.

The 60000 iron cavalry in northern Mongolia is still invincible. With the assistance of 50000 infantry, the crisis of the summer is not over.

The most important thing is that fanlingyue is still alive, which is the real threat.

In the northern Mongolian army, the worry on Xiao Wanhua's face became more and more intense day by day. Around the commander's tent, he personally arranged 19 Pro guards to guard day and night, and no one was allowed to come near without permission.

Commander, I really can't hold it any longer.

"Xiao Hou" account, a tired voice came out, the road.

After hearing the call, Xiao Wanhua immediately entered the handsome tent.

In front of me, I was tired. Although my face was still beautiful, I couldn't see a trace of blood.

"How far is the man Dynasty army?" fan Lingyue asked.

"Six hundred Li," Xiao Wanhua replied.

Fan Lingyue's face remained unchanged, nodded and said, "I know. Go down"

"yes." Xiao Wanhua respectfully saluted and ordered to leave.

"Keke"

with the sound of coughing, fan Lingyue wiped the blood from her mouth, looked up wearily and looked at the far south. Finally, the last moment was coming.

On the way to the north, many carriages sped away. After coming out of the palace, they had not stopped for several days and nights.

Horse tired for horse, man tired for man, horse nonstop, with the fastest speed toward the north.

In the nether world, Ning Chen also has a rest for several days and nights, trying to prepare for the next battle.

Outside the fog forest, Xiao pojun and others came out of the eclosion Valley to fight here with the induction of amnesty arrow. However, this kind of induction has disappeared since five days ago.

Five days ago, Ning Chen went out of the hell for the last time. In the remaining days, he didn't step out of the hell again.

Amnesty arrow and broken wound bow induction is separated by the underground, lost the effect, let three people a time don't know how to return a responsibility.

After waiting for five days, they still didn't find anything, so they had to go to other places to look for it.

Ning Chen didn't know that he had a chance to escape for a while. In the future of the war, he could concentrate on fighting.

In the Far East, two figures come slowly step by step. The sun rises and sets, constantly approaching the end of the world.

People sitting in front of the sea of chaos and fog are still waiting quietly. They have a blade that can forge their swords. I don't know when it will appear.

A few days ago, aman's cultivation entered the five grades of the day after tomorrow. Even Prince Yan had no choice but to smile. He didn't know what to say.

After the two of them approached, aman saw Twilight sitting at the end of the world. He was surprised and pointed out, "master, there's someone there"

"yes, I see it"

Prince Yan answered in a soft voice and immediately continued to walk forward.

When the two most powerful men in the sword met again, there was no special situation. They looked at each other and nodded. It was a greeting.

"Waiting for the sword?" Asked Prince Yan.

"Wait for the sword" the evening white answers a way.

After the first World War in northern Mongolia, they were still as calm as water.

The battle of sand sword in the past has become a thing of the past.

Aman looked at the dusk white, and then at Prince Yan. He couldn't figure out what was going on between them.

Mubai also noticed the aman behind Prince Yan. After looking at him, he nodded and said, "it's a pity that she's a wizard on the sword"

the little girl's heart is penetrating and her talent is extraordinary. She's a rare talent. She's no inferior to muchengxue.

It's a pity that he has no intention of sword, which means he hasn't set foot in kendo yet.

"Let it be," Prince Yan said peacefully.

"Uncle, give you a pear." aman ran forward, took out a pear from his small package and handed it to Youshan.

Ning Chen taught her that when she first met her elders, she had to send things first.

Aman didn't understand why, but he did.

Twilight white slightly a Zheng, will look at the prince Yan, don't understand a way, "you teach?"

Prince Yan shook his head and said, "no, Ning Chen taught me"

"Oh," mubai was relieved. That boy is a rare freak in the world.

"What's your name"

"aman" aman replied cleverly.

With a faint smile, Mu Bai said, "aman, uncle can't take your pear for nothing. I'll give you a sword."Then the voice fell, and a touch of red spilled over the twilight white finger. It immediately touched the center of aman's eyebrows. After a moment, it disappeared.

"Thank you uncle"

with a brilliant smile, aman was a bit naive and happy, but he didn't realize the value of this sword.

A pear, a drop of sword blood for the sword of the barren City, such a good thing, only aman can meet.

Ning Chen was afraid that aman would suffer, so he taught a lot of messy things, such as giving things to elders.

In fact, the meaning is very obvious. A younger girl has given something. As an elder, do you want to be polite.

Of course, if Ning Chen did it by himself, he would not even care about it.

No one can deny that there are differences between people.

After the gift, Prince Yan and aman stay away from the place where the sword is, waiting for the fifth disaster.

He had a hunch that the last disaster would come soon.

Compared with the tranquility and peace at the end of the world, the atmosphere of war in the north of summer is becoming heavier and heavier, which makes everyone breathless.

There is a threat from the abbot of duer temple. The summer imperial guards, light cavalry and the reinforcements of Manchuria never dare to join forces. They are afraid that if they lose, the whole army will be destroyed and there is no room for recovery.

The four leaders of the Confucian school and the three hundred most powerful men of the Confucian school are hiding in the reinforcements of the barbarian Dynasty, waiting patiently for the chance to attack. Facing the existence of the five robberies, they must be more careful.

Ning Chen and Xia Ziyi bet on the reinforcements of the Manchu Dynasty. They think that fanlingyue should be more concerned about the threat of the Manchu Dynasty than the imperial guards.

Ning Chen, the general of the man Dynasty, is no stranger. He is the third son of the man king, that is, the elder brother of a man, who is now the prince of man.

Compared with the flourishing imperial family in the summer, the king of man has fewer children. Aman is the youngest princess. Since childhood, she was the apple of the eye of the whole palace and was deeply loved by several elder brothers.

Therefore, Prince man is not pleased with Ning Chen.

Ning Chen due to the relationship between aman, for the prince's unfriendly attitude can only turn a blind eye, all as did not see.

On the 15th night, the moon was high, and the sky and earth were almost as bright as day. In the distance, the northern Mongolian army roared in, and the iron horse clanked, shocking.

Every month's physical condition is kept secret, and few people know the real situation.

On the northern Mongolian side, Xiao Wanhua is now in command of the three armed forces and is in full charge of everything. As for the moon listening, he almost never shows up unless necessary.

However, Ning Chen saw from the accelerating marching speed of the northern Mongolian army that fan Lingyue might not be able to hold on.

Time is of great importance to both armies today.

When the two armies were at war, the iron cavalry beat the drums and killed the barbarians.

The abbot of du'e Temple appeared. Step by step, the Buddha's light was 3000 feet, shaking the world.

As the Buddha passed by, the barbarian formation collapsed within a few hundred feet, and was attacked by the subsequent cavalry.

In the army, Ning Chen covers his face with a mask of evil spirits, and stops in front of du'e temple. His eyes flash a touch of coldness.

He didn't believe that the human Buddha was as invincible as he had been. He was nailed to the mountain and burned for so many days. How could it be that nothing happened.

"Amitabha, benefactor, we meet again. Are you all right?" the abbot of duer Temple recognized the face behind the mask and said the Buddha's name.

"Polite" rather Chen cold voice returns a way.

Behind him, the four leaders of the Confucian school and the three hundred strong men of the Confucian school quickly set up the battle. In an instant, the noble and upright spirit rose, and all the troops within a thousand Zhang radius were swept away.

In the sound of thump thump thump, countless large boxes were brought by the strong guards around Xia Ziyi. Each of them was far away and placed in front of the human Buddha.

"Do you still know these things?" Ning Chen light way.

The boxes were opened one by one. To the eye, there are volumes of ancient books, all of which have been handed down by Buddhism for thousands of years.

The abbot of du'e Temple frowned. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard a loud noise. The nearest box exploded, and pieces of paper and bamboo were flying all over the sky.

"Gunpowder, have you ever heard of it? I forgot which box had this thing in it. I can't remember when it would explode. It depends on whether the abbot is willing to take a chance." Ning Chen said.

In the old eyes of Du'er temple, there was another loud noise, and a box of ancient Buddhist books dissipated between heaven and earth.

"I forgot to tell you that the Buddhist relic and the first version of Vajra's good body are among them, that is, I forgot which one is inside," Ning Chen said coldly.

The abbot of duer temple's face changed slightly and his figure flashed. He came to a box a hundred feet away. Just as he was about to reach out, the explosion sounded again.

The huge impact of swing away, as strong as the human Buddha can not help but step back, ears tingle.

Ning Chen sneers and quietly looks at the residence of du'e temple, running among the boxes, trying to stop the thousands of years of hard work of Buddhism from being destroyed.

One by one, the different lengths of the wires lead to a series of big explosions. Every time the human Buddha narrowly saves a box, more boxes of ancient books will be destroyed.Taking advantage of this time, many strong Confucianists constantly urged the operation of the great array, and Haoran righteousness became more and more prosperous.

"Boom"

once again, there was a huge sound, which made the abbot of duer Temple retreat two steps, and his mouth turned red.

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