My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

At dawn, the sky was covered with gentle blue-purple, and a touch of golden light quietly appeared on the horizon, spreading the first ray of warmth to the sleeping Sishui Pass.

The pass is majestic and magnificent, and under the morning light, the ancient city wall seems to be coated with a thin layer of gold foil, which looks solemn and mysterious.

On the tower, the flags fluttered, as if telling the vicissitudes and perseverance of thousands of years.

In the distance, the mountains are stacked and the clouds are lingering, like an elegant ink painting, and in the near distance, the Sishui River flows slowly, and the river water flashes silver in the morning light, adding a bit of agility and vitality to this ancient pass.

In front of Sishui Pass, on an open plain, the morning mist gradually dissipated, revealing the Xiqi army ready to go.

The Xiqi army is strong and powerful, and its momentum is like a rainbow.

The armor shone coldly in the sun, the spears were like a forest, the swords and spears were densely spread, the flags were flying, and the colors were colorful. Each flag represented a tribe or a small prince in the west, gathering into an unstoppable force.

The war horses neighed, the iron hooves stepped on the ground, making a deafening sound, as if it was the heartbeat of the earth, foreshadowing the upcoming decisive battle.

The generals, wearing heavy armor and with firm eyes, stood in front of the battle. They either held long swords or long spears, and their eyes penetrated through the layers of soldiers and pointed directly at Sishui Pass. It was a belief in victory and a desire for victory.

The soldiers held their weapons tightly, their faces solemn, and although they did not speak, their determination and courage were revealed in their firm eyes.

As a loud horn sounded across the sky, the Xiqi army slowly moved forward, with uniform steps, like an irresistible torrent, approaching Sishui Pass.

Under the morning light, the upcoming battle is not only a test of military strength, but also a contest of wisdom and courage. The wheel of history slowly turns at this moment, heralding the beginning of a new era.

The defender of Sishui Pass is a burly and resolute general named Han Rong.

He stood on the top of Sishui Pass, wearing silver armor with intricate totems carved on it, shining in the sun. He held a long spear, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, revealing a sharpness that should not be underestimated.

Standing on the tower, Han Rong stared at the Xiqi army in the distance and said in a deep voice: "Xiqi has strong soldiers and horses, strict formations, and orderly advances and retreats. It doesn't look so easy to deal with.

Generals, what do you think?"

Behind Han Rong stood two young and heroic generals, who were his two sons-Han Bian and Han Sheng.

The two not only have outstanding martial arts, but also were favored by strangers when they were young and were taught a magical weapon, the Wanren Chariot. They have an invincible pride in their hearts.

Facing the pressure of the Xiqi army, there is no fear in their eyes, but a flash of eagerness.

"Father, as long as we hold the dangerous place, the Xiqi soldiers, no matter how many they are, will be in vain."

Han Bian's voice was firm, and his eyebrows revealed an unquestionable confidence.

Han Sheng followed closely, with a bit of coldness in his voice: "If they dare to attack the city, let them see the power of the Wanren Chariot and see how arrogant they are!"

However, the words of the two brothers made Han Rong shake his head. His weather-beaten face was full of the vicissitudes and depth of the years.

He knew that the Xiqi army was not an ordinary one. They followed orders and had strict discipline. Every soldier was a carefully selected elite with strong combat effectiveness and iron will.

Such an opponent is not easy to shake.

Seeing this, Han Bian and Han Sheng couldn't help but feel a little confused. They thought their father was intimidated by the number of enemies and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

They grew up in the military camp and were taught that as military generals who eat the emperor's salary, they should share the emperor's worries and stand up for the righteousness of the country.

"Father, you are a role model for our generation. How can you retreat because of a temporary difficulty?" Han Bian's voice was full of admiration and expectation for his father. "As military generals, we should move forward bravely and be loyal to our country. How can we be afraid of strong enemies?"

Han Sheng followed closely behind, with a little excitement in his voice: "Father, you often say that military generals should put their country first. Now is the time for us to serve our country. Please cheer up and lead us to resist the strong enemy together!"

The words of the two were like spring rain, gradually moistening Han Rong's heart that was slightly stiff due to years.

He looked at the two brave and fearless sons in front of him, and an indescribable shame and emotion surged in his heart.

That's all, that's all.

So, Han Rong took a deep breath and looked at a young general beside him who was watching the enemy camp and seemed to be unaware of everything around him.

"General Yu Hua, what do you think?"

This young general, who was only over 30 years old, had already shown extraordinary bravery. He was tall and straight, like a green pine, and his eyebrows revealed determination and courage. A pair of sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

This man was called Yu Hua, with superb martial arts and agile skills. Whenever the drums of war thundered, he could be like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable. On the battlefield, he held a long spear, swept through thousands of troops, invincible, and frightened the enemy.

In addition to his high martial arts, he was also proficient in various Qimen Dunjia, able to call the wind and rain, and sow beans to make soldiers. In times of crisis, he could always rely on these magical powers to turn danger into safety and win the final victory.

Because of his great powers, he once rushed into the enemy camp single-handedly and took the heads of seven enemy generals. After that, he was given a nickname - the Seven-Headed General.

Han Rong has always regarded General Yu Hua as his right-hand man. He is the most capable assistant in his heart. Whenever he encounters a war, he will seek his advice.

Yu Hua smiled and said: "General Han, don't let Xiqi's army disturb your mind. It is true that they are like tigers descending the mountain, unstoppable, and the golden immortal of interpretation is hidden behind the scenes, like a bright light in the dark night, guiding them in the direction and adding endless Strength. But don’t worry, general, we are not alone!”

He smiled slightly, with a mysterious look on his face: "Last night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, my master came quietly. He was aloof and arrogant and didn't like noisy, so he didn't show his true face. But the master told me that besides him, There will be more help coming soon.”

When Han Rong heard this, his frowning worry was instantly replaced by a touch of indescribable joy. He eagerly asked: "General Yu, who is your master to have such magical powers?"

Yu Hua smiled proudly, his voice full of pride: "My master is Yu Yuan, the famous Hunyuan Yiqi Immortal in the Jie Sect. He studied under the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit. He has boundless magic power and vast supernatural powers, like the one above the nine heavens. When the dragon is angry, everything will change. With Master here, why should we be afraid of Xiqi?"

After hearing this, Han Rong's heart dropped, and a bright smile broke out on his face, just like the rain after a long drought. His joy was beyond words: "General Yu, with the help of your master and apprentice, why should I, Han Rong, worry about not being victorious? God is really helping me." ! I, Han Rong, will remember this kindness in my heart and will never forget it in my life!”

Below, war drums thundered, and calls for battle came like a tidal wave. Everyone looked up and saw a young general with a heroic figure, riding the legendary ancient beast - the jade unicorn, coming slowly. The jade unicorn exuded a warm and jade-like luster, and its four hooves stepped lightly, as if every step contained endless power. The young general was holding a plum-blossom eight-collared hammer in both hands. The body of the hammer was engraved with complex patterns and shone with a cold light, revealing an extraordinary aura.

He came to the city and shouted loudly, his voice clear and firm, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring. The two brothers Han Bian and Han Sheng were full of enthusiasm and took the initiative to fight, with fighting spirit and determination shining in their eyes. However, Han Rong showed hesitation, and Yu Hua shook his head and said solemnly: "That young general is not a trivial matter. I'm afraid I have to take action myself."

When Han Bian and Han Sheng heard this, they were dissatisfied and curled their lips and said, "Look at his appearance. Although he is tall and heroic, he is younger than us. How can he be so good? Is he bluffing?"

Seeing this, Han Rong thought to himself. He knew that the two brothers had strong personalities and were unwilling to admit defeat, so he nodded in agreement: "Okay, since you are so determined, let's go to war. However, Yu Hua, you have to hold the battle for them to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Hearing this, Yu Hua nodded with a firm expression. He knew that this battle was no small matter, but since Han Rong had decided, he could only go all out to ensure the safety of the two brothers.

So, the two brothers Han Bian and Han Sheng, full of passion and fighting spirit, rode out to meet the young general. And Yu Hua followed closely behind, his eyes burning brightly, always ready to deal with possible crises.

Wearing silver armor, Han Bian stood under the city tower with blazing eyes. He looked at the young general riding on the back of the jade unicorn and said angrily: "I am a loyal minister of the Shang Dynasty, so is Han Bian! You Xiqi rebels , How dare you raise an army to rebel? It is really treasonous and betrays the kindness of my king!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp laughter came from the opposite side. There was both contempt and a bit of unruliness in the laughter.

The young general rode the jade unicorn, an ancient divine beast, and slowly stepped forward with a plum-blossom eight-collar hammer in his hand. He has a handsome face, an otherworldly temperament between his brows, and a firm belief in the future flashing in his eyes.

"General Han's words are wrong," the young general said, his voice clear but resounding, "Shang Dynasty was unethical and tyrannized the people, and the luck of the great merchants has long been exhausted. Now the Fengming Qishan indicates that the Zhou Dynasty will rise. This is The destiny of destiny cannot be stopped by human power.”

When Han Sheng beside Han Bian heard this, he was furious and his cheeks were red with anger. He clenched his spear, pointed it at the young general, and shouted angrily: "Don't be arrogant, sir! Tell me your name, I, Han Sheng, will spear Don’t kill the nameless ghost!”

The young general smiled slightly and said loudly: "I am a disciple of the True Monarch of Qingxu Morality, Huang Tianhua. Now I have been ordered by my master to go down the mountain, specifically to be the vanguard of Xiqi, with the purpose of saving all people from the fire and water.

Two generals, I advise you to surrender quickly to avoid innocent sacrifices, which will only increase the sadness. "

When Han Bian and Han Sheng heard this, they were immediately furious, as if the most sensitive nerves in their hearts had been touched.

They looked at each other, and without any need to say anything, they already understood each other. They clapped their horses forward at the same time, like two bolts of lightning piercing the sky, heading straight for Huang Tianhua.

When Huang Tianhua saw this, his face remained as calm as water, but a trace of imperceptible regret flashed in his eyes.

He picked up the heavy plum-blossom hammers in his hands. Every blow contained terrifying divine power, and he easily blocked the fierce offensives of Han Bian and Han Sheng.

The battle instantly became intense, dust was flying, the sound of horse hooves and the clash of weapons were intertwined.

Although Han Bian and Han Sheng were young, they had superb martial arts skills. Every attack was powerful and heavy, intending to defeat their young opponent in one fell swoop.

However, Huang Tianhua was like a big mountain. Although he did not fight back, he held up two sledgehammers to protect himself firmly. Even if the opponent attacked, he could not be hurt at all.

Han Bian and Han Sheng noticed something was wrong, but they could only grit their teeth and attack fiercely.

At this time, Huang Tianhua suddenly exerted his strength, and his two hammers smashed towards Han Bian and Han Sheng like two small mountains, forcing the two to raise their weapons to resist.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two loud noises.

At that moment, the air seemed to solidify and time seemed to stand still.

Huang Tianhua's two hammers drew a perfect arc in the air, and then fell heavily on the weapons of the two generals.

Without any obstruction, Han Bian and Han Sheng were directly shaken away by this huge force and fell heavily to the ground, with dust splashing everywhere, and the scene was shocking.

However, Huang Tianhua did not take the opportunity to pursue, but stood up with his hammers, looking at the two opponents lying on the ground with complicated eyes.

This war was not what he wanted, but for the order of his master and the welfare of the people of the world, he had to stand up and end it all with his own strength.

Han Bian and Han Sheng struggled to get up, with both unwillingness and awe of Huang Tianhua's strength in their eyes.

They knew that they had encountered an unprecedentedly strong enemy, but they did not give up and surrender, but supported each other to stand up again.

Seeing this, Huang Tianhua slowly said: "I admire the loyalty and courage of the two generals, but please think twice. King Zhou of Shang was unjust and the people were suffering. The rise of the Zhou Dynasty was in accordance with the will of heaven and saved the people from the water and fire.

Why don't you follow the will of heaven, work together for great cause, and seek the welfare of the people of the world?"

Hearing this, Han Sheng was furious and said: "How dare you, a rebel, talk nonsense and eat my Wanren Chariot!"

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Han Bian, with a determined light in his eyes.

The next moment, the two brothers joined forces to sacrifice a shocking treasure - Wanren Chariot.

This Wanren Chariot, like a giant wheel of death, is covered with extremely sharp blades all over its body, shining with cold light, and its diameter is as big as three feet, like a roaring beast, ready to go.

With a deafening roar, the Wanren Chariot rushed towards Huang Tianhua at lightning speed.

Huang Tianhua was, after all, a disciple of the Chanjiao Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. Facing this scene, he remained calm and steady.

He put away the Jade Unicorn and held the two hammers tightly in his hands. The hammers were heavy, as if they could shake the world.

Seeing the Wanren Chariot approaching, he swung his two hammers violently, and the two hammers brought a gust of wind, colliding with the whistling blades, and the sound of metal and iron clashed, deafening.

However, the power of the Wanren Chariot was far more than that.

The blades were fired from all directions like dense rain, and each blade flashed with the light of death, as if it was going to swallow all living things.

Huang Tianhua was not surprised but happy when he saw this scene. He knew that this was a life-and-death contest and could not tolerate any negligence.

So, he flashed, like a dragon playing in the water, and shuttled lightly between the blades. Every dodge was just right, as if he had brushed past death.

Those sharp blades, under Huang Tianhua's avoidance, missed one after another, but they fell on the ground unwillingly, cutting deep gullies one after another. The rocks were broken and splashed under the ravages of the blades, as if the whole earth was shaking.

Facing the Wanren Chariot that was surging like a tide, Huang Tianhua's eyes were like torches, tightly locking on the rapidly rotating wheel of death, but his heart was peaceful, as if isolated from the world.

When the Wanren Chariot rushed towards Huang Tianhua with an invincible posture, he did not choose to fight head-on, but cleverly used his body skills, like catkins in the wind, floating lightly.

His figure drew a graceful arc in the air, cleverly avoiding the first impact of the Wanren Chariot.

Then, Huang Tianhua held the two hammers tightly with both hands, and the hammers seemed to have life in his hands, dancing with his mind.

He saw the right moment and swung his hammers violently, hitting the edge of the Wanren Chariot with a sound of breaking through the air, trying to slow it down.

However, the Wanren Chariot was like an enraged beast, and the blades shot out more crazily.

Faced with the overwhelming blades, Huang Tianhua did not panic.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and every dodge was just right, as if dancing with the blades. He used his keen perception of the rhythm of the battlefield and his extraordinary reaction speed to constantly shuttle through the gaps of the blades, and every time he could escape danger.

At the same time, Huang Tianhua was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

He saw a flaw in the Wanren Chariot and suddenly jumped up. The double hammers were like thunder from the sky, hitting the center of the Wanren Chariot fiercely.

With a loud "bang", the Wanren Chariot was slightly trembling by Huang Tianhua's blow, and the flight trajectory of the blades became messy.

Huang Tianhua took advantage of the situation to pursue, and his figure followed him like a shadow, constantly launching fierce attacks on the Wanren Chariot.

Under his continuous attacks, the Wanren Chariot finally lost its balance and fell to the ground with a bang, and the blades were scattered all over the ground, no longer posing a threat.

As the Wanren Chariot collapsed, the fragments scattered, like fallen leaves helplessly drifting in the autumn wind, announcing the destruction of this treasure.

Han Bian and Han Sheng, the brothers who once dominated the world, now looked pale and their hearts were boiling. They were in a mess.

Huang Tianhua stood in the center of the battlefield, with a sneer on his lips. The smile pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks, with a bit of unruly and mocking: "Humph, since you are so stubborn and want to use the treasure to hurt people, then let you taste the power of my treasure!"

After speaking, he waved his hands, and a stream of light rushed out from his sleeves. It was the famous Piercing Heart Nail.

Piercing Heart Nail, this is one of the twelve immortals of the Chan Sect, the peerless magic weapon given to Huang Tianhua by Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

It is seven and a half inches long, with dazzling light flowing all over it, and wrapped in flames. It is extremely sharp, designed to shoot people's hearts and make them terrified.

When it appeared, the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by its light, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Yu Hua had been on the battlefield for a long time and had seen a lot. At this moment, his face suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "Danger!"

However, it was too late.

Han Bian was known for his agility, but at this moment, he couldn't even dodge, and the nail pierced his chest like lightning.

The divine power attached to this treasure not only tore his heart apart, but also shattered his soul and turned into nothingness.

Han Sheng witnessed the tragic scene of his brother falling to the ground in an instant, and fear froze his blood like ice.

He screamed and turned to escape, but his legs seemed to be heavy as if they were filled with lead.

In desperation, he stumbled and panicked, hoping to escape from the shadow of death. However, the nail seemed to have a spirit, locking him tightly, no matter how he ran, the deadly cold light always followed him.

Finally, amid the panicked footsteps and desperate gasps, the heart-piercing nail caught up with Han Sheng at lightning speed, pierced his back, and completely shattered his last hope.

Han Sheng's body fell weakly, and all that remained in his eyes was endless nostalgia and unwillingness for this world.

Han Rong stood on the top of the city and witnessed the tragic death of his two beloved sons. His heart was instantly torn, his soul was trembling, and the grief surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

His eyes were red, tears and anger intertwined, but he could only watch the spark of life extinguished before his eyes.

Yu Hua was unable to rescue him, and deep in his heart he felt self-blame and anger.

He roared and pointed his gun straight at Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua saw a spear flashing with cold light coming through the air. He flashed lightly and easily avoided the fierce attack. At the same time, his cold voice penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield: "Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

Yu Hua gritted his teeth and said in a sonorous voice: "I am a disciple of Yu Yuan, the One Qi Immortal of the Jiejiao Hunyuan, Yu Hua!"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

When Huang Tianhua heard that the other party was a disciple of the Jiejiao, a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had found a long-lost challenge. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It turns out that you are a disciple of the Jiejiao, and you are worthy of being my opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them had intertwined in the center of the battlefield like two lightning bolts, and a thrilling battle broke out instantly.

Yu Hua was agile and walked with the wind, as if he had merged with the world. Every attack was accompanied by a whistle that tore through the air.

Huang Tianhua was not to be outdone. He opened his mouth and spewed out blazing flames, like a dragon, trying to devour everything.

Both of them were disciples of Xuanmen, and were proficient in the magical powers of Tiangang and Disha. They almost simultaneously performed the Five Elements Thunder Art. Thunder and lightning were intertwined in the sky, and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth collided with each other, emitting dazzling light.

Huang Tianhua's eyebrows revealed a heroic spirit. He looked at Yu Hua opposite with a sharp gaze, and couldn't help but secretly admire him in his heart.

"Yu Hua, you are indeed extraordinary and admirable! But you have to be careful, my baby is not a vegetarian!"

After saying that, he waved his hand fiercely, and saw a heart-piercing nail that broke through the sky like lightning and came straight to Yu Hua.

Yu Hua heard this and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was calm and unhurried, and offered a black banner in his hand. The banner was as black as ink, as if it could swallow all the light around it.

As he shook it lightly, a rolling black gas suddenly surged out of the black banner, wrapping himself tightly. As soon as the heart-piercing nail entered the range of the black gas, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and instantly lost its target.

Huang Tianhua felt that his heart-piercing nail had failed, and his brows furrowed slightly, but then they relaxed again. He praised again: "Yu Hua, your method is really brilliant. You actually used this method to break my heart-piercing nail. I underestimated you!"

Yu Hua sneered even more. He secretly chanted a spell in his heart and shouted: "Huang Tianhua, watch out!"

The black banner, whose real name is the Soul-Slaying Banner, was raised high in his hand. Suddenly, several black air rose into the air like dragons and snakes, covering Huang Tianhua as if to lift him away.

But Huang Tianhua is not an ordinary person?

He remained calm in the face of danger, quickly put away his double hammers, and suddenly a Moye sword appeared in his hand. The sword flashed with cold light, revealing a chilling aura.

He pointed forward, and the sword suddenly burst into a dazzling white light. The white light was like the dawn, instantly dispersing the surrounding black air.

Huang Tianhua stood proudly, holding the legendary Moye sword tightly in his hand. The sword tip spitted out lightly, and instantly burst into dazzling white light, like a cold light breaking through the air. Anyone who was touched by it was terrified.

Seeing such a fierce attack, Yu Hua knew that it was powerful, and his body could not help but dodge lightly, like a dragon playing in the water, extremely flexible.

At the same time, he was not willing to be outdone, and hurriedly urged the Soul Killing Banner. The banner moved and the wind rose, and a thick black gas surged out, just like the night fell, covering the surroundings tightly, trying to use it to resist the indestructible sword light.

When the two strong met, the battlefield was suddenly turbulent, the sword light and the black gas intertwined and lingered, attacking and defending each other, neither giving in.

Huang Tianhua and Yu Hua, the two of them came and went, fighting hard, every move and every style contained earth-shaking power, which was dazzling.

This battle had already surpassed the limits of mortals. It was like the collision of stars, with sparks flying everywhere. It was so spectacular that the soldiers watching the battle held their breath, their hearts surging, and were filled with awe.

At this time, Han Rong stood on the towering city wall, his fists clenched, veins bulging, his eyes like burning torches, and roared: "General Yu, please take Huang Tianhua's head for my two tragically dead children!"

When Yu Hua heard Han Rong's order, his face sank, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, his hands quickly formed seals, and he murmured an ancient spell. As the spell sounded, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a blood-red light rushed into the sky. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in Yu Hua's hand looked even more terrifying against the blood light.

Huang Tianhua's heart tightened when he saw this, but he did not retreat.

He held the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if he was also looking forward to this decisive battle.

When the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword came with a monstrous murderous aura, Huang Tianhua flashed, and the sword rushed up like lightning.

The two soldiers met, making a deafening noise.

The moment Huang Tianhua's precious sword touched the Blood-Transforming Divine Knife, it seemed to be corroded by an invisible force, and the sword was immediately stained by blood and became dim.

He felt a chill running through his heart, and he was horrified and retreated in a hurry, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the fear and panic in his heart.

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