V3.Chapter 64

Everyone felt the power of this young man, but no one wanted to believe what they saw, especially Yan Huaijing, his eyes almost went off.

"How...how could it be..." Yan Huaijing was incoherent.

"Yeah, how could it be him?" Jun Chang'an was no less shocked than he was. They thought of thousands of possibilities, but none of them was the man in front of him.

Yu Wan's eyes suddenly shone with water: "Yan Jiuchao..."

He came, like a god, like any time before, but it doesn't seem to be the same, he has become stronger, enough to make the masters all over the world look up to.

Xiao Zhenting was also heartbroken, the child who needed his protection grew up, stood in front of everyone, and became the one to protect others.

When everyone digested the shock in their hearts, Yan Jiuchao's attack did not stop. The powerful Longevity Art was like a raging thunder, slashing at the Holy Venerable one after another. Yan Jiuchao didn't give him the slightest room to fight back. Don't take it lightly because he was nailed to the city wall, every move is a killer move, every move is a thunderous trend.

The Holy Venerable finally realized that he no longer had a chance to live, and he began to burn his own life.

"Not good! He's going to blow himself up!" Jun Changan frowned.

The self-destruction of a holy deity is no less than that of a soul rakshasa. There are 30,000 people present, and I am afraid that they will all die in this war, regardless of whether they are enemy or me.

However, there was no fear on the faces of the Saint Race army. They seemed to have sacrificed their lives like the Holy Spirit from the moment they set foot on the journey.

"Retreat! All retreat!" Xiao Zhenting shouted.

The soldiers of Da Zhou began to retreat quickly, but this was not of much use. Once the Holy Venerable blew himself up, no one could escape.

However, what the Holy Venerable did not expect was that just as he was about to explode, Yan Jiuchao suddenly turned his internal force into a blade and slammed into his dantian. Thousands of tiny thunders swam in his body, shattering all his tendons.

Before he could blow himself up, he completely fell!

The Holy Army was angry.

The commander pointed his sword to the sky, and Thunder roared: "Avenge the Holy Venerable!"

"Avenge the Holy Venerable!"

"Avenge the Holy Venerable!"

"Avenge the Holy Venerable!"

The Saint Race army was magnificent, and the roar of a beast broke out.

Xiao Zhenting's expression suddenly became complicated. How else would you say that the Saint Clan army is difficult to deal with? Even if the most powerful master was killed, he could still maintain such discipline and morale. This alone was not something that ordinary soldiers could compare to.

This group of people used to be able to fight a hundred with one, but now they are in a fit of rage, their potential has doubled, and they are no weaker than when a puppet master is helping them.

But they have retreated too many times. This time, with Yan Jiuchao as a backer, if they can't charge once, then in the future, even if their lives are saved, their morale will never be revived.

Therefore, it is better to die in battle than to retreat!

Xiao Zhenting clenched the long knife in his hand, tightened the reins, and took the lead: "Charge me! Kill those shriveled calves!"

The commander sneered, since they came out, they didn't plan to go back alive, and they failed to protect the Venerable. All of them are willing to die to apologize, but if they can pull 20,000 Great Zhou soldiers on their backs before dying, Seems like a good deal.

This was a horrific fight. It wasn't that Da Zhou soldiers were not afraid, but Xiao Zhenting had already rushed out, and the regent had also fought on the front line, so they had no reason to back down.

"Kill! Brothers! Fight with them!"

"Fight with the saints!"

Da Zhou's soldiers rushed towards the pilgrim army.

"Beyond one's own strength!" The commander said arrogantly, and looked at Yan Jiuchao who was still in the air. Yan Jiuchao was like a god who looked down on the world, with endless indifference and coldness in his eyes, but... there was no fear. .

what's the situation? His own army was about to be destroyed, how could he be so calm? Could it be that he thought that with his own strength, he could destroy the seven thousand army of the Holy Race at the click of a finger?

Ah, there is a way to do that - self-destruct.

But self-destruction is indistinguishable from enemy or foe. Not only will the Saint Clan army die, but Da Zhou soldiers will also be buried with them.

This man should not be so stupid, but why does he look like he is not worried?

Doesn't he care about the life and death of Da Zhou's soldiers? Is he going to let his soldiers and soldiers fight to the death with the army of the Holy Clan, while he is sitting on the sidelines?

For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in the commander's heart.

I woo-

In the distant sky, a loud horn sounded.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of rushing water.

In the crowd, I don't know who called out: "Yancheng Navy!"

On the canal several miles away, the navy of Yancheng rides the wind and waves!

The commander didn't understand. They weren't fighting in the water. Is it useful for the navy to come? A few miles apart, can the sailors' crossbows and catapults be aimed at them or what?

When it comes to fighting, whether it's a bow or arrow or a stone throw, it's all indiscriminate attacks!

The person who came up with this idea...isn't his brain broken?

The commander was about to laugh, but the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Behind the battleship of the Yancheng navy, one after another sturdy figures rose into the air, like eagles fluttering their wings, and swishly flew towards the holy clan army who waved the flag and shouted, and the formation of the holy clan army was suddenly dispersed by them. .

There are only a few hundred of them. Compared with the nearly 7,000 Saint Race army, there is no comparison in number. However, their combat effectiveness makes everyone shudder!

The leader was a man in black armor, with long hair scattered, blood-red eyes, and a small feeding bottle hanging from his waist.

I saw him rushing into the Saint Race army, grabbed a Saint Race army that was going to attack Yu Wan, and tore it in half with his bare hands!

A powerful coercion swept the entire battlefield, and everyone was shocked by his roar.

Yu Wan let out a sigh of relief.

It's Shura!

My own milk Shura!

He came with the Shura army of Mingdu!

A single Asura is enough to kill the Quartet, not to mention hundreds of Asuras, the Saint Race army was instantly swept away, and the mourning sound was earth-shattering. When the soldiers of Da Zhou saw this scene, they felt that they were alive again!

They followed Shura and fought fiercely.

The situation on the battlefield was quickly reversed by the addition of Shura's army. The Holy Clan army, who had planned to pull Da Zhou's soldiers on the back one second ago, felt a trace of fear in his bones at this moment.

If there are people buried with them, then they are not a loss, but the problem is that they will die in vain!

Can this be tolerated?

Thousands of Saint Race troops were killed and wounded more than half in an instant. On the other hand, Da Zhou's soldiers, under the protection of Shura's army, killed more and more bravely. He grabbed the collar and fell to the ground, and died on the spot!

...

This was the first overwhelming victory for Da Zhou since the two sides fought. The soldiers were so excited that they cried. Xiao Zhenting ordered his men to stay behind to clean up the battlefield, while Yan Jiuchao returned to the camp with Xiao Heijing.

Nanny Shura sat at the door, gurgling milk.

Little milk friend is not here, he is a little lonely.

After Nian Shura broke through, he became the king of all Mingdu Shura. After he subdued those little brothers, the first thing he did was to bring them all back to Da Zhou.

Sikong's family was caught off guard...

This is like a child raised by oneself who was suddenly abducted by a scumbag, and is still the kind that can never be chased back.

The Sikong family had the heart to hack Shura to death, but there was nothing they could do. Everyone left, and they couldn't catch up. Besides, if they said they were there to protect Jiu Chao and Awan, the Sikong family could have something else to say. ?

The Shura army is a very powerful existence in the eyes of the soldiers of Da Zhou, much more powerful than the army of the saints. Without them today, the soldiers of Da Zhou would not know how blood would flow into the river.

They all wanted to come over to express their friendship and gratitude to the Shura army, but... what did they see?

A Shura boss drinking milk sitting on a pony outside the tent?

However--

What is a Shura drinking milk?

Have you ever seen five hundred Shura drinking milk together? !

It was dark outside the tent!

The little pony was not enough, so the eldest only had the space to sit, while the rest of Shura squatted on the ground, holding the small feeding bottle in both hands, drinking milk cooingly. The scene was spectacular and could be called a miracle.

The soldiers of Da Zhou felt that their whole people were not well.

Could it be that...the secret to their incompetence...is it because they don't drink milk?

...

Inside the tent, little black ginger fell asleep.

Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao were guarding her by the bed, and Ying Liu and Ying Shisan were also there.

Yu Wan took her pulse. She was worried that she had made a mistake, so she asked Ying Shisan to call Lao Cui Tou and gave Jiang Shi a pulse.

Old Cuitou heard about what happened on the battlefield. This invincible black phoenix suddenly lost his power and was almost killed by the Holy Venerable. His first reaction was that Jiang Shi was poisoned, and his second reaction felt that it was not.

With such a high level of martial arts, apart from the bizarre poison of thyme, even Hedinghong couldn't cause fatal damage to her, but the symptoms of thyme poisoning were not what she did on the battlefield.

Therefore, he never figured out what happened to Jiang's family until he took Jiang's pulse.

"How's it going?" Yu Wan asked.

Old Cuitou stuffed Jiang Shi's arm back into the quilt, nodded, and sighed, "Yes, she is pregnant. Her sudden loss of power should be related to this."

Yu Wan smiled in relief, she held Yan Jiuchao's hand: "Aniang is pregnant, I'm going to be a sister again!"

It's not just about being poisoned, it's not just about having other troubles, losing martial arts or something is not the most important thing compared to life.

What's more, being pregnant is a happy event.

However, why does my mother lose her power when she is pregnant?

"Well..." Old Cui Tou touched his beard, "I just said... She can be so tossed, why hasn't she been a demon in the village all these years? Thinking about it now, 80% of it has something to do with this."

Jiang's martial arts is extremely high, and no one knows how high it is, but everything in the world has its own laws, that is, there is no escape from a double-edged sword, just like the longevity art, it is the most powerful of the two tribes of saints and witches. Cultivation method, but at the same time it also has a fatal weakness - the night of the full moon.

If Jiang's practice method also has weaknesses, could it be that she can't conceive and have children? Of course, this is not to say that she cannot conceive future generations, but the cost to her is huge.

She first gave birth to Yu Wan, and then gave birth to a little iron egg. Maybe not all her softness over the years was just pretending. Of course, it is not credible to say that she is really so sick.

Old Cui Tou gave her a pulse. Her skill had indeed disappeared temporarily, but her body was fine.

Old Cui Tou gave her a sympathetic look and asked you to pretend to be sick, now it's alright, pretend to be real.

"I'm not sure if my guess is right, but I can't find a more reasonable possibility." Old Cuitou said.

"What do you think?" Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiuchao nodded.

He agrees with Old Cui Tou's guess, otherwise, he can't explain the performance of this big devil breaking into the palace to shave his hair.

"The skill of the longevity formula disappears for a few days a month, but her skill does not disappear for a few years. Once it disappears, it is a few years." Old Cui Tou thought about how someone looked after recovering from the injury, and patted Yu sympathetically. Wan's shoulders, "In the past few years, let's take a good look at it."

When someone's skills are restored, no one will think about having An birthday.

Little Black Ginger slept soundly.

Seeing that there was nothing to do here, Ying Thirteen gave Ying Liu a wink and took the old Cui Tou out.

The tent fell silent.

Yu Wan drank water, twisted the veil, and wiped Jiang Shi's face. While wiping, she asked Yan Jiuchao, "Are you all right? Have the poison been cured?"

"Well, it's solved." Yan Jiuchao said.

After Yu Wan wiped Jiang's face and hands, she came out with the water basin and opened the screen for Jiang's.

She put down the water basin, walked quietly to Yan Jiuchao's side, and took Yan Jiuchao's pulse. His pulse was finally normal, and there seemed to be a power within her body that she couldn't express.

"Is it the longevity formula?" Yu Wan raised her head, looked at him and said, "Breakthrough again?"

"Yeah." Yan Jiuchao nodded, her eyes fell on her fair face, hiding her tenderness.

During these days of hard work, Yu Wanqing lost some weight, her cheeks were gone, and she lost weight back to her original oval face.

Yan Jiuchao raised his hand and pinched it, but he couldn't squeeze much meat.

Yu Wan took his hand: "Yan Jiuchao."

"Um?"

"How are the children?"

Yan Jiuchao looked at her and said, "Everything is fine, how about you?"

"I'm fine too." Yu Wan smiled, holding hands with him, strolling in the boundless night, the two of them had been married for so long, and it seemed that they had never really been calm, either running east or west, or even on the battlefield. One night, she felt that the years were quiet.

Yan Jiuchao has never been a talkative person, and neither is Yu Wan, but after marrying Yan Jiuchao, she is. She likes to talk to him and hear his answers.

Yu Wan shook their hands: "Yan Jiuchao, where do you want to go after the war?"

"I don't want to go anywhere." Yan Jiuchao said.

Really unfeeling, Yu Wan pouted, "I want to go."

"Where to go?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

"Well..." Yu Wan looked in the southeast direction, "Go to Yancheng first and see where you lived when you were a child."

"it is good."

I'll take you.

"Then, go to the Xiongnu. I heard Princess Cheng say that the grassland there is huge, bigger than all the grasslands in the Central Plains combined."

"it is good."

I'll take you.

"Where else do you want to go?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

Yu Wan raised her head and thought for a while: "I still want to go to the Gobi, I heard that the sunset there is beautiful."

"Okay." Yan Jiuchao responded.

Yu Wan suddenly laughed, stopped, and looked at him with bright eyes: "We will really win this battle, right?"

Yan Jiuchao tucked her temples behind her ears, which were ruffled by the night wind: "Yes, I promise you."

The two stared at each other affectionately, not far away, someone quietly watched this scene.

Yan Jiuchao didn't even look at the man, but still looked at Yu Wan: "He hasn't given up yet. If you knew earlier, you shouldn't have saved him when you were in Xuzhou."

Yu Wan looked in Yan Huaijing's direction and shook her head helplessly: "It wasn't me who saved him back then, he recognized the wrong person."

Yan Jiuchao looked at Yu Wan strangely, the information he found did not say that.

Yu Wan lowered her eyes and played with his hand: "Yan Jiuchao, when the battle is over, I will tell you a secret."

"What secret?" Yan Jiuchao said.

"My origin." Yu Wan said.

Yan Jiuchao gave her a deep look: "Okay."

...

The war was raging, and such warmth was precious. The two held hands and walked for a while before returning to their posts to perform their duties. Yu Wan had wounded to treat, and Yan Jiuchao had a battle plan to deploy.

Yan Jiuchao was doing a sand table game with Xiao Zhenting and several generals in the army. Yan Jiuchao gave everyone a thunderous blow today. Who would have expected that the old wasteful little madman could be transformed into a check and balance saint. exist?

To tell the truth, they still feel that everything is not real, but when they pinch themselves, it really hurts!

Suddenly, Xiao Zhenting thought of something, slapped his thigh and said, "Aiya! You are not in the capital anymore, the young master's mansion and Ayan will be fine!"

All the generals were shocked, yes, the regent is no longer in the capital, and the Shura army has also brought the front line. The young master's mansion will not be really isolated and helpless, right?

What if, they mean, what if the saints send experts to infiltrate the capital and control the young master's mansion?

The Prince Regent's father, son, daughter, and Prince Da Zhou are all still in the Young Master's Mansion!

Everyone's worries are not unreasonable. It's true that the army of the saints is stationed in Yucheng, but it is difficult to guarantee that all their masters will be honest here.

In fact, on the first night of Yan Jiuchao's fight with the Saint Clan army, there was indeed a team of experts from the Saint Clan who entered the Young Lord's Mansion.

But in terms of realm, they are not as good as the Holy Venerable, but each of them is a well-trained killer, and their purpose is only one - to wash the young master's mansion and regain the Holy Soul Orb!

The Holy Soul Pearl is in Yan Xiaosi's hands. Yan Xiaosi's favorite toy is a mirror and this bead. She sleeps with it every night.

The Holy Soul Orb can enhance the power of the Holy Clan, and with it, the Holy Clan army will become more invincible.

This group of masters easily infiltrated the Young Lord's Mansion and solved all the guards of the Young Lord's Mansion who blocked them.

The nurse heard the sound of fighting and rushed to the cradle, intending to carry Yan Xiaosi out, but was knocked unconscious by a Saint Clan killer.

The killer saw the sleeping baby in swaddling hands, clutching their holy treasure.

The killer went to grab it with his bare hands, but suddenly a small black shadow flew from nowhere, like a small cannon barrel, knocking him flying!

The killer in the yard immediately became vigilant, and he drew his sword and rushed into the house. Unexpectedly, another shadow flashed as fast as lightning. The man's movement was so fast that the naked eye could hardly catch it.

That person's realm was obviously not as good as theirs, but his movement was so fast that it looked like a ghost, flashing between them, and by the time they reacted, half of the killers had already fallen.

All died with a sword in their throats.

Of course, there were still killers who got into the house through the windows, but they were all knocked out by the small cannon barrel.

At this scene, even the experts were stunned.

It seemed that he understood that Yan Xiaosi in the room would not be in danger, so he stopped rushing into the room and settled down to deal with the killer in the courtyard.

There is no real fearless killer in the world, unless the threat is not strong enough, the last five killers were afraid, exchanged glances with each other, turned around and ran away!

The master didn't give them a chance to escape.

When the last saint killer also fell to the ground, he faced the cold wind and walked away without looking back!

Hell is empty, Awei is in the world!

Awei entered Yan Xiaosi's house, Yan Xiaosi had already woken up, and was looking around with wide eyes.

Awei walked over and gently hugged Yan Xiaosi into his arms.

He used to be most afraid of children, but since he had three useless apprentices, he felt that his nanny skills had been lit up.

The killing was too intense just now, and he didn't pay attention to the atmosphere in the room. However, he knew that she was the little holy king. Since she was awake, does that mean that the killers who broke into the room just now were killed by her? Blown out with the power of the Holy King?

"Is that you? Little Holy King?" Awei asked.

Yan Xiaosi did not respond, nor could she, she was only over a month old.

She turned her head to look.

Awei felt that she was looking for someone.

Yan Xiaosi held the Holy Soul Orb in one hand and a small yellow flower in the other hand. The flower bones were bright and moving, and there was dew on the petals.

...

The village outside Yucheng has been transformed into a huge military camp. Under the order of the Yan Jiu Dynasty, reinforcements from all sides have gathered towards the village.

"How many people are there in our hands?" Yan Jiuchao asked in the tent.

"One hundred thousand." Xiao Zhenting replied.

"How much is left of the Saint Clan army?" Yan Jiuchao then asked.

This time it was Ying Liu who answered: "Yucheng originally had 80,000, 10,000 were destroyed, and 70,000 remained, but... Didn't the young master say that there are a total of 100,000 explained by those holy kings? The other 20,000 I really don't know where they went?"

Yan Jiuchao paused and said, "Awei went out of the customs first than Shura. He went to the ghost clan before returning to Da Zhou. It is said that a few ghost clan masters have been arrested. There is no connection."

The truth is that although the 100,000 Saint Clan army all started from the Saint Clan, they entered the Central Plains in batches. In the last group, the only one who knew how to get to the Central Plains died of illness. They happened to pass by the Ghost Clan at that time. Caught a few masters to lead the way.

Among these masters, the most prestigious is A Dou, because A Dou knows Da Zhou people. He and Da Zhou people have eaten together, drank soup together, fell over cliffs together, and talked to each other together. hometown!

However, Adou has been lost for ten years in the mountains behind his home, and his ability to lead the way can be imagined.

Adou swears that he is really leading the way with his life, but he doesn't know where he took the 20,000 Saint Clan army...

It really is a sadder story than sadness.

"Siege!" Yan Jiuchao said.

"You're crazy!" Yan Huaijing stood up, "Even if you don't know where the 20,000 Saint Clan army is, there are still 70,000 in the city, you haven't seen their combat power before, you go with a mere 100,000 army. Siege, are you risking everyone's life? Do you think that with a few hundred Asuras in your hand, you can swept away the army of the Holy Clan? You are too conceited, Yan Jiuchao!"

Yan Jiuchao glanced at Yan Huaijing lightly: "Don't go if you're afraid of death, no one asks you to go with you anyway, just be your prince in your tent obediently."

Yan Huaijing used to be able to despise Yan Jiuchao in terms of skill, but now even martial arts have been crushed by Yan Jiuchao.

When Yan Jiuchao released all his strength, he finally saw where the gap between them was. Yan Jiuchao's decision was undoubtedly crazy, but no one in the audience felt that Yan Jiuchao was wrong!

"I think it's feasible." Xiao Zhenting said, "While their morale is low and their 20,000 reinforcements haven't arrived, kill them by surprise!"

"My minister agrees!"

"My minister agrees!"

...

Unanimously approved!

In fact, it's okay if you don't pass, the big deal is to put a knife on the necks of this group of people and force them to reorganize their language.

Yan Jiuchao said that attacking the city was by no means a sudden decision. In fact, the reinforcements from Nanzhao had already crossed the border and would soon arrive at another important gate of Yucheng.

Yu Shaoqing and He Liansheng led an army of 100,000 people, and Dong Xian'er, dressed in red armor, was also on the expedition.

"You don't use it." He Liansheng said on his horse.

Dong Xian'er on the side tightened the reins and raised her eyebrows: "I put you to sleep, I will be responsible for you!"

He Liansheng: "..."

In the evening, Yan Jiuchao took the lead in attacking the north gate of Yucheng.

The army of the holy clan on the city tower shot rocket arrows towards Yan Jiuchao. The horses were naturally terrified by the raging fire. Only the mount of Yan Jiuchao went forward bravely and took the lead in the flowing fire!

"It wants to be a war horse."

The general is finally no longer the Witch King's foal, it's a war horse, it's himself!

As soon as Yan Jiuchao flew up to the tower, Nian Shura also flew up to the tower with his Shura army, fought with the guarding soldiers, and opened the city gate from the inside.

After receiving the signal, Yu Shaoqing and his party also launched an attack on the South Gate.

"I'll go first!" Dong Xian'er, dressed in red armor, rose into the sky and flew towards the top of the city tower.

However, the other party seemed to be prepared, and a large net full of poisonous needles was thrown down at her.

"Despicable!" Dong Xian'er turned pale and hit the city wall with a whip, trying to push herself away to avoid this big net full of poisonous needles, but the big net was too big for her to escape.

At the critical moment, He Liansheng flew up, grabbed her waist with one hand, raised the sword flower with the other, and shattered the poison net.

Dong Xian'er instantly felt sweet in her heart, her face flushed, and she buried her head in his chest: "Tell me, do you have me in your heart?"

He Liansheng didn't say a word, just loosened his arm, and Dong Xian'er fell down with a clatter.

"Ah! Stinky monk! I'm not finished with you!"

...

The siege continued all night, after which they entered the city.

People kept fleeing from Yucheng, and Yu Wan evacuated all those who could be evacuated, and sent the part that needed treatment to the town, and stayed in the camp too urgently.

Yu Wan and Lao Cui were too busy to touch the ground.

One was just out of confinement, and the other was old. After a busy day, he slumped on the ground and was too lazy to breathe.

The good news came at dawn on the fifteenth day.

Yu Wan had just sutured the wound of a wounded soldier, when she turned her head, she saw Piner hurriedly running in: "Young Madam! Young Madam! We won! The Holy Clan army surrendered!"

The army of the saints was 80,000. After desperately fighting, most of them were damaged. There were less than 20,000 men and horses left. They ran out of ammunition and food. All the masters were killed by Yan Jiuchao. Among them, there was even a semi-holy level. There are no generals, and they don't want to fight anymore.

"Is Yan Jiuchao coming back?" Yu Wan's eyes sparkled.

"Yeah! The young master is back!" Ping'er said with a smile.

"I'll wait for him!"

She wants to be the first to see him.

Yu Wan took off her gloves, like a little girl waiting for her lover, and went out with a sweet smile.

No one expected that at this moment, a spear would fly towards her.

She stood at the entrance of the village, looking forward to her husband, but the flying spear pierced her chest.

"Young madam—" Ping'er exclaimed.

Yan Jiuchao, who was riding on the horse, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart!

Yu Wan looked down at the spear, it was the spear that Yan Jiuchao used to shoot the Holy Venerable...

Yan Huaijing rushed out, looking angrily at the saint who had been hiding among them at some point, and wiped the opponent's neck with a sword!

Yu Wan fell straight into a pool of blood.

She looked in the direction of the city gate and wanted to speak, but only a large mouthful of blood spit out.

Her fingertips moved slightly.

Yan Jiuchao, I am so hurt...

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There will be an ending tomorrow, and then there will be a special episode of Yan Xiaosi and San Xiaodan.