Eternal gate

night.

Wuzhou.

City Lord's Mansion.

Zhao Yun is like a stone statue, lying quietly on the hospital bed.

Mingyu was there, waiting silently like a little book boy.

It's been a day and a night, and there's still no sign of waking up.

"His skill."

There was a mystery there, but he hesitated to speak. Mingyu could see it without him having to point it out.

Uncle Master's skill at this moment has plummeted to the point where he is not as good as he was before his martial arts was abolished.

Well!

While he was talking, he suddenly heard Zhao Yun groaning, and his face turned quite pale.

He must have had a nightmare, his brows were slightly furrowed and his expression looked painful.

It was indeed a dream. He dreamed of a battlefield and saw many relatives and friends. Ye Chen, Moon God, Yaochi, Haotian, and Dihuang were all killed by a world-destroying hand.

"If we lose, all time, space, and universe will be annihilated."

The misty words, I don’t know who said them, were like a curse, resounding through Zhao Yun’s dream.

His expression became even more painful, and he wanted to wake up, but was trapped in the darkness and unable to open his eyes.

It wasn't until a ray of white moonlight slanted in from the window that his expression gradually returned to calm.

"Master, I'm home."

Soon, someone from Yunzhong's lineage came and picked up Yun Lan, who was still in a coma.

There were six other sons who were also picked up and sent away by the marshals.

This martial arts world is like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there is no shortage of top masters.

However, there are really not many people who can serve the country and the people like the Seven Sons in the Cloud.

They are respectable, and their stories will be told to future generations one by one.

"Princess, have a good trip."

Reflecting the bright moonlight, a blazing bonfire was lit in the city, and Li Zhaoyang lay in it.

These were the last words she had left long ago. If she unfortunately died on the battlefield, she would not be buried in the royal mausoleum, but would be cremated. Her ashes would be scattered outside Yanmen Pass like her father's, and she would guard the Tang Dynasty until her death.

Late at night, Zhao Yun woke up from his deep sleep and went to the mourning hall alone.

There are spiritual tablets placed there, including those of Li Zhaoyang and those of Yunzhong Liuzi.

They all died because of him. His life, Zhao Zilong, was bought with blood.

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"Let's go."

Most people would not be able to shout these two words in such a domineering way. They come from the judgment of God.

He slapped his palm towards the void and sent a meteorite larger than the small universe flying out.

"False and not peaceful!"

Several other gods were looking outside the universe, and could vaguely see the light and fire of destruction.

Ghosts know those universes, fighting in groups in the depths of illusion, and the residual power is one after another.

"Walk."

The six heavenly beings have the same tacit understanding as always, supporting the universe and escaping into the depths of illusion.

If you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide. Without ruthless people like the God of Creation to support you, it's better to be cowardly.

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"marshal."

When Zhao Yun walked onto the Wuzhou city wall, many patrolling soldiers saluted him.

This is not just a formality, but respect from the bottom of their souls.

It was this young commander who summoned a hailstorm and defeated the rebels in one fell swoop.

Such great achievements are unprecedented in history. The late emperor gave him the Emperor's Sword, which is well deserved.

When they reached a place, Zhao Yun slowly calmed down and stood quietly on the top of the city. Looking out of the city, he seemed to be able to see the King of Wei in Dengzhou through the dark night, gathering an army regardless of the cost. If they were to fight with Datang with real swords and spears, it would be a decisive battle.

"Uncle Master, what's your skill?" Mingyu walked up and handed him a bottle of wine.

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yun took it casually and took a sip, but he choked and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Mingyu hurriedly stepped forward and stuffed a purple pill into his uncle's mouth.

The medicine was brought by a disciple of Yunzhong's lineage, and was entrusted by the Queen to treat the little uncle's illness.

Zhao Yun remained silent and allowed the power of the medicine to dissolve in his body.

The medicine is a good elixir, but for his disease, it seems that the medicine is powerless.

If he is punished by God, his skill will still be lost bit by bit.

Why!

Mingyu sighed and backed away slowly.

After him, a young man came holding something.

He is a great master, and it was he who carried Zhao Yun back on the night of the hailstorm. ??

"Thank you for the rescue." Zhao Yun bowed his hands, this was also his savior.

"Marshal is serious." Master Ouchi smiled and presented what he had in his arms.

It's a painting, and the person in the painting is none other than Zhao Yun. To be precise, it's Zhao Yun in the extreme realm.

"This is the general's appearance that night. I took pictures of it." Master Ouchi said.

Zhao Yun took the painting and looked at himself in the painting, stunned.

That night, he only remembered that he became obsessed after Li Zhaoyang died.

I don't know anything about what happened next, and I don't have any memory in my mind.

Because he couldn't remember it, he ordered someone to make a portrait of him to see the truth.

Looking at it, it turns out that it is not as simple as going crazy.

No one could explain it to him, not even himself.

Perhaps it was due to the strange change in his body and it entered a strange realm.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

While he was talking, a scream resounded through the Wuzhou city wall, breaking the tranquility of the night.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the noisy sound of horse hooves, and even from a distance, I could feel the earth shaking.

They were black armor cavalry, as many as 20,000 in number. The dust was flying all the way and the momentum was huge.

Don't rush.

anything else?

After the black armor cavalry, there is a mighty army, all in red armor.

That is the red-armored dragon cavalry guarding the Eastern Land. Before the prince succeeded to the throne, he was their commander.

"When the new emperor ascends the throne, I'm afraid he may be holding back his anger." Marshal Yulin took a deep breath.

No one refuted these words. They had already received the message from the flying pigeon. After the prince inherited the throne, the first order he issued was to mobilize the whole country to rush to the aid of Wuzhou. In addition to the national defense army guarding the border, the new emperor had All the troops that Datang could use were mobilized to Beiyuan, striving to determine the outcome in one battle.

Facts also proved that the news they got was not false at all.

From that night on, reinforcements arrived more or less, almost every day.

On the other hand, in the direction of Dengzhou, there was quite a lot of movement, and the King of Wei was also dispatching troops and generals.

Ordinarily, after the defeat that night, the rebels should have been demoralized, or at least greatly damaged in strength.

But Tan Ma came to report that the rebels' strength had increased instead of falling, and they were not weak to the Tang army at all.

"You bastard, how dare you collaborate with the enemy and betray the country." Marshal Canglong cursed.

Otherwise, if you say he is an old general, your guess will be accurate.

That's right, King Wei found a big backer: the Heigu Dynasty.

God knows what kind of promise the King of Wei made, but he actually borrowed a powerful army from an enemy country.

It was the addition of this army that allowed the number of troops under his control to increase dramatically.

"The decisive battle tomorrow."

O man! Once you have the confidence, it's a big deal.

For example, the King of Wei, before the Tang army could attack him, he issued a declaration of war first.

"Then let's fight."

Zhao Yun held the Emperor's Sword in hand and gave the order that night.

The war drums sounded, the Tang army gathered, and the battle flags fluttered in the wind.

"I've been waiting for this day for too long."

The battle is about to begin, and everyone in the Tang army, from the general to the soldiers, has eyes as bright as a torch.

This battle will not only defeat King Wei, but also make the Black Ancient Dynasty have a long memory.