Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 129 Unifying the Nine Realms

"Finally killed him!"

Zhao Yun exhaled, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to be killed. Many warriors with extraordinary level of cultivation can regenerate broken limbs, regenerate with blood, regenerate souls, etc.

Although the cultivation level of the saint is not as exaggerated as the above, it can also be reborn with the help of three corpses.

In other words, when a warrior in the middle saint realm dies, he can be reborn with the help of a good corpse. To kill a strong saint, you must kill the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the obsessive corpse at the same time!

"The death of the Impermanence Saint means that the war to unify the nine realms can be declared over!"

Lu Bu also had a smile on his face. He lowered his head and looked down at the Wuchang Mansion sect, and shouted in a cold voice: "By this general's order, the core members of the Wuchang Mansion will be killed without mercy!"

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

Throughout the ages, how many forces have laid the foundation for a crisis of destruction because of their momentary benevolence, or because they spared the descendants of life-and-death enemies at the last moment?

Countless!

The world of warriors is full of changes, and any little person may gain power and reach the top.

Therefore, what Lu Bu has to do now is to eradicate the root cause and nip the signs of crisis in the cradle.

"Two generals, the crisis has been resolved. I will go back and resume my duties first. Farewell!"

As a scholar, Wang Yangming could not accept the massacre, but he also knew the cruelty of war, so he did not intervene, just handed it over and disappeared.

Zhao Yun and Lu Bu saluted in the direction Wang Yangming left, and then turned all their attention to the battlefield.

The majestic power of the soul spreads across thousands of miles!

Prevent any Wichang Mansion disciples from escaping!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Jiujiao Lao Qin, we will fight against the national calamity together!"

Qin's soldiers were shouting, roaring, and killing!

So far in the battle, out of the more than 500,000 Wichang Mansion disciples, only about 6,000 are left fighting. Their bodies are scarred and their faces are stained with blood, as if they were dripping with blood.

Zhang Zehan stood in the center, breathing heavily, with dozens of scars all over his body, which were left from the battle between him and Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry, several of which were fatal injuries.

He looked around at the enemies in all directions, showing a desperate expression. There were too many enemies, and there were even saints and strong men plundering the formation.

It's impossible to fight!

"Fortunately, on the eve of the war, I sent Zhang Yangtian out, which can be regarded as leaving a fire for Wuchang Mansion. I hope that one day in the future, it will burn brightly and illuminate the world!"

Holding the black and white war sword, Zhang Zehan's desperate eyes showed a trace of happiness and a trace of expectation.

He believed that Zhang Yangtian would be able to make a breakthrough!

He is confident that with his yin and yang body, he can definitely become a shining pearl in the world of martial arts.

"Disciples of Wuchang Mansion, listen to the order and kill with me!"

Zhang Zehan raised his weapon and roared angrily.

"war……"

More than six thousand Wuchang Mansion disciples launched a charge with determination to die.

They all know that after this battle, they will definitely die!

However, if you die for the sect, you will have no regrets even if you die!

Those who can fight until now are die-hard loyalists of Wuchang Mansion, those who can sacrifice everything for the sect, and these people are precisely the people Lu Bu is most worried about.

With beacons blooming and smoke billowing on the hilltop, the two armies were engaged in a final fierce battle.

The Great Qin cavalry was still charging forward, like a sharp executioner, thrust into the enemy's chest. Wherever the blade touched, corpses paved the way and blood flowed.

Faced with dozens of times the enemy siege, the disciples of Wuchang Mansion fell in pieces, with severed limbs everywhere, heads everywhere, and corpses everywhere...

Of course, among these corpses were soldiers of the Qin Dynasty, but the number was not as large as that of Wuchang Mansion.

"kill!"

Eighteen figures shuttled through the clouds, murderous as a rainbow.

Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalrymen waved their scimitars, and their soldiers were cold. Above each person's head, there was a crescent moon suspended, white without a bright moon, exuding scarlet light.

Zhang Zehan's eyelids were twitching, are you still here?

In the previous battle with Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry, he almost died. At the critical moment, he mobilized the sect's luck and was able to save his life.

"Fight! In the last moment of your life, if you can fight with such a powerful army, you will die without regrets!"

Zhang Zehan knew that he had no choice but to fight to the death. He raised his red and bloody eyes, his back burned with fire, and the sword in his hand trembled, and countless black and white sword energy burst out.

Every sword energy can easily kill a strong person at the peak of the Saint Realm!

There are countless sword qi at the moment. It is conceivable that once hit by the sword qi, the strong semi-saint will also die with hatred.

This blow burned the essence and blood!

This blow incorporated all the spiritual energy!

This blow is a death move!

"good!"

The cold eyes of the leader of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun narrowed slightly, and the blood moon above his head bloomed, turning into a scimitar, with the meaning of desolation, loneliness, and death, like an attack from ancient times, traveling through time and space. In today's world,

Slaughter the destined enemy.

The Jianhe roars past!

The sword energy falls from the sky!

boom!

Two terrifying attacks collided fiercely.

The monstrous sword river was split into two by the sword energy, and countless sword energy broke and shattered into slag. However, the crescent moon sword was still intact, just like the bright moon outside the purple underworld, lasting forever.

Zhang Zehan's body trembled slightly, as if a restraining technique had been used, but there was no movement at all.

Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry stopped attacking and watched quietly.

About three breaths later, a bloodstain appeared on Zhang Zehan's forehead, from top to bottom, across the entire body, blood spattered, and was directly divided into two.

"Master of the Palace..."

The Protector Fox screamed sadly and flew towards Zhang Zehan's broken corpse, leaving two lines of blood and tears on his delicate and pretty face.

The Protector Wolf, the Protector Snake, and the Protector Eagle also had sad expressions on their faces. Almost all of them were cultivated by Zhang Zehan and had the gift of reinvention.

"Revenge, I want revenge!"

This idea appeared in the minds of the four people at the same time. They looked at Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry with hatred and attacked and killed them.

"Ants!"

The eighteen riders of Yanyun had a joking expression on their faces, and four of them launched an attack, cutting through the sky for thousands of miles, submerging the Wolf Protector and the others, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Unlike Protector Wolf and others, after the death of Zhang Zehan, the three Supreme Elders did not say a word, directly used their physical skills and fled into the distance without looking back.

They are very fast and can appear thousands of feet away in the blink of an eye!

Lu Bu, who was hanging in the air, raised his brows, shook his arms, and three halberd auras escaped into the void.

After a breath, three masses of blood mist appeared in the void tens of thousands of feet away!

Seeing the death of Zhang Zehan and the three supreme elders, the morale of the Wuchang Mansion disciples dropped sharply, and the frequency of death in battle increased significantly.

Half an hour later, the wolf guardian screamed and died.

Soon, the Eagle Protector, the Snake Protector, and the Fox Protector followed suit.

In the evening, the sounds of fighting, roars, and clashes of weapons became weaker and weaker, until when the moon and stars were dimming, the disciples of Wuchang Mansion were completely killed.

The evening wind blew, and the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty stood on the mountain of corpses, laughing wildly.

At this point, the Nine Avenues Domain has all returned to the Qin Empire!

(End of chapter)