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"Haha, Lan Cang, ah, Lan Cang, you're just a subject after all. What ability do you have to compete with me and Helian. In the end, Helian Haoyan managed to conquer the world and even gave away a beauty. In the end, you still haven't won." Murong Xiu knew that Lan Cang was just as fond of the Violet Garden as he was of it, so Murong Xiu wanted to use this as an excuse to stir Lan Cang up. However, Lan Cang was a tenacious person, and although he had a temper towards Murong Xiu, he wasn't of much use.

After a moment of anger, Lan Cang had realized that he had been tricked, but he couldn't deny that Murong Xiu's move had been a beautiful one that had shaken his heart. Thinking of this, he knew that he couldn't let Murong Xiu take the lead.

"Murong Xiu, let me tell you this. You will never get the Violet Garden because once she has a man, she will be my good brother and she will be his woman. You will only be a vassal, so what if you have a chance? If your heart isn't with you, you're still trash." Lan Cang mocked. Murong Xiu's words made Murong Xiu angry. He didn't expect the other party to be so tenacious. Murong Xiu's originally expressionless face now had a trace of malevolence!

It wasn't that men lacked temper. On the contrary, war between men would always have a common topic, and that was women! If they were to mention the other two or the two, they would know that it was all a fart. However, if they were to mention Zi Yuan, no matter whether it was Murong Xiu who was sly or Lan Cang who was tenacious, the two of them would be angry. Thus, after they looked at each other, they both shouted at the same time.

"Where is the Northern Yue army?!"

"Where is the army from the west?"

"Here!" "Yes!" "Kill them!" Both sides shouted at the same time, their voices like thunder.

Immediately, the entire battlefield was filled with the smell of smoke. With a boom, the entire battlefield erupted. Immediately, the two armies began to fight each other!

The blood on the battlefield was boiling hot as the battle between Murong Xiu and Lan Cang was extremely intense. Lan Cang was extremely angry because of the fuse that had been triggered by Murong Xiu. Now, the two of them were fighting to the death.

At this moment, Lan Cang was only thinking about killing Murong Xiu, who naturally had an endless supply of tricks up his sleeve. Murong Xiu saw a gap on Lan Cang's left side and then sent out another palm strike.

Seeing this, Murong Xiu wanted to take advantage of the situation and continue slapping. But at this moment, Lan Cang also gathered his inner strength and fiercely swung the blade in his hand into the air, and with the combination of his two palms, he struck Murong Xiu. Murong Xiu was unable to dodge in time and could only protect his chest as he was knocked back several steps.

Lan Cang knew that he could no longer respond to the attack with haste, so he immediately sealed his internal organs, preventing this destructive and powerful internal energy from entering his heart. Murong Xiu, on the other hand, was shaken by that palm, so much that he could not even stand properly anymore.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have discussed it at the same time. Surprisingly, they did not attack again. Instead, they chose to speed up their recovery.

"Lan Cang, that palm must have felt pretty bad, right?" Even though Murong Xiu was recovering, he still spoke coldly to Lan Cang.

"Hmph, didn't you also receive my punch?" At this moment, Lan Cang knew that the other party wouldn't dare to make a move against him. Otherwise, if he suffered internal injuries, his life would be in danger. So the two of them were waiting, while Lan Cang looked at Murong Xiu and found him difficult to deal with.

The palm strike just now clearly had a different kind of inner force compared to his own cultivation technique. Lan Cang specialized in masculine cultivation, and his fist and feet moved forward, whereas Murong Xiu's was the complete opposite; however, that inner force of Murong Xiu was obviously very domineering and hard to guard against. Earlier, he knew that Murong Xiu's martial arts style was strange, but he didn't personally experience it, so he didn't think it was anything extraordinary.

Thinking about it here, he also felt a little serious. This martial art was a top grade martial art, but one of the biggest drawbacks of this was that it would slowly corrode his inner world, causing him to become extremely cold. Now that Murong Xiu had cultivated this martial art to such an extent, he didn't even lose his inner heart, so it was likely that he had found a way to fix it.

At the same time, Murong Xiu also felt a bit uncomfortable. Like a dragon flying through the nine heavens, this palm directly struck his chest. Even though he had used that palm to cut off a large portion of his internal force, a portion of it still rushed towards his chest. Therefore, it wasn't easy for Murong Xiu to pass this test. He knew that the title of number one marshal in the North was not just for show.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the battle on the battlefield was getting fiercer and fiercer as well. At this moment, the soldiers of both armies were also seeing their own brothers die by their sides just like that. Both sides' eyes were red as they thought about how they could kill each other.

"Second Brother, don't worry. I'll be with you soon." "Ahhh!" Fresh blood quickly splattered all over his body. After turning around, he was pierced through the chest by the enemy, but he did not give up. Turning his head, he also thrust his spear into the enemy's chest.

In his eyes, there was a look of determination, and there was also a look of joy. Haha, it wouldn't be a loss if I killed two of them.

"Hu Zi! Hu Zi! Damn it! You didn't wait for me!" I'll be with you soon. " The other person was clearly his good brother. At this moment, when he saw that his brother had also died, his eyes immediately turned red, and at this moment, there was no tears on the battlefield, only blood. Perhaps some people saw that their brother had left after dying and followed him.

"You bastard, here I come. "Haha." After killing the enemy, he happily left this world. On this battlefield, people were stepping on people, blood was flowing from their bodies, and at this moment, they had actually become a mess. They were also true heroes, men who did not fear life and death!

Men are soldiers, they are heroes, they live like ghosts, they die like war gods! At the very least, right now, I have already killed enough on the battlefield. Almost everyone on the battlefield has the same thought right now, but whether it is the North Yue or the West Li, they would all end up killing each other. Blood was flowing like a river, gathering here in a spectacular fashion.

"Mu Rong Xiu, you're back! I'm coming!" With a loud shout, he raised his blade and rushed forward. Murong Xiu didn't say anything, but his eyes focused as he began to fight with Lan Cang.

"Hmph! Murong Xiu, do you know what basis I, a good man from the Northern Yue, have to fight against the traitor Xi Li here?" As Lan Cang swung his blade, he shouted out in a loud voice. Mu Rong Xiu, on the other hand, turned a deaf ear to his words and used his most powerful killing move to directly strike at Cang. Lan Cang, on the other hand, let out another thunderous roar at this moment.

"Let me tell you, I, Bei Yue, am not afraid of death. I will protect my country, I will protect my wife, my children, and my mother. But what about you? Because of your personal gain, you killed so many innocent people? Murong Xiu, you deserve to die!" He knew that at this moment, Lan Cang wanted to ignite the anger in his heart with words. The two of them had fought to the point where there was no other way to kill the other, and Lan Cang was also thinking this way at this moment. He wanted to vent the discontent in his heart and vent out his grief as strength so that he could persevere in his belief and kill Murong Xiu.

"Hmph, Lan Cang, I, Xi Li, am naturally not someone that you, Bei Yue, can compare to. Look at the soldiers of the northern Yue, each of them dying as fast as they can without eating. How could Lan Cang have the face to say such words?" Mu Rong Xiu retorted.

"Haha, Mu Rong Xiu, don't worry. You'll be like a man from the west soon. The soldiers from the north, listen to me. Kill one, kill two, and you can leave without worry." "Haha!" Lan Cang's loud shout was like a thunderbolt that struck the hearts of the northern soldiers. Murong Xiu also knew that he couldn't allow Lan Cang to rashly boost the morale of his opponents. Now that the battle had come to this, the morale of the troops on both sides was the most important, so Murong Xiu suddenly shouted as well.

"Listen up, soldiers of Xi Li. Kill a hundred silver taels and a hundred soldiers will become generals!" Murong Xiu believed that all the people in this world were connected because of their interests, but Lan Cang believed that relationships were the most important. Thus, the Blue Sky Soldiers were taught by their feelings, which was completely different from Murong Xiu. Murong Xiu was so focused on his interests, so Murong Xiu couldn't do anything on the battlefield.

"Haha, did you hear that? The people from Xi Li went to the battlefield for money." A soldier of the Northern Yue actually laughed out loudly at this moment. Then, he stabbed his spear into the chest of his enemy. His eyes were indescribably cold.

"Of course I heard it! Brothers of the Northern Yue, those people from Western City are actually not even taking their parents with them. These bastards, let's take their lives!" That person retorted.

"Haha, alright, who is the true hero? Let's compete on the battlefield. Marshal, we've rushed to the battlefield for you!" It was as if he no longer cared about his own life, and Lan Cang and Murong Xiu had naturally heard it. Lan Cang had almost cried because of the current atmosphere, but his heart was filled with relief, and Murong Xiu's expression was ice-cold. He watched as Murong Xiu quietly formed a vortex with his left hand, preparing to slap it towards Lan Cang Ping.

BOOM! BOOM! "To think that this palm strike was actually so powerful. The northern soldiers' corpses were actually sent flying, and when Lan Cang saw this, the anger in his heart immediately flared up.