"Brother Wang!"

"ah?!!"

"I will kill you!"

Aixinjueluo Yinxiang witnessed his brother Yinzhen die in front of him. Even the bright yellow banner that symbolized the authority of the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty was cut off. He was so angry that he could not help but rushed towards Jia Xuan with a two-meter-long sword.

"Your Majesty!"

After seeing this, Ortai, Ying Changqi, and Yang Jishan were so nervous that their hearts rose to their throats.

""Haha!"

Glancing at Yinxiang, Jia Xuan showed disdain, jumped off his horse, and headed straight for the army. He tapped his toes and walked as fast as lightning, with the steps of a dragon and a tiger. Wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere.

He killed more than 200,000 Jurchens with his sword, and the blood-colored true energy lingered around him. From a distance, he looked like an ancient demon.

""Ah, this?"

This scene fell into the eyes of many nobles and generals of Dajing, and they were all stunned.

One person killed more than 200,000 troops. Even a ninth-rank warrior couldn't do it. Is this still a human being?

In a flash, Jia Xuan came to Aixinjueluo Yinxiang with a sword, hesitating, as if waiting for him to take action.

""Han dog, accept your death!"

The ninth-rank warrior's internal strength has reached a superb state. Aixinjueluo Yinxiang's half-man-high sword suddenly slashed down, even the breeze was cut off, whistling non-stop.

However, Jia Xuan only used two fingers to lightly clamp the sword, and the blood-colored true energy spread over it. The sword made of fine steel broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground, leaving only the handle still in Aixinjueluo Yinxiang's hand.

"How dare an ant shake the sky?"

With a sneer on his face, Jia Xuan punched Yinxiang in the chest. Blood spurted out, and a creepy big hole appeared on his body. His entire heart was shattered into pieces by the true energy and dissipated.

This ninth-rank warrior who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in the Red Mansion, Prince Heshuo Yi of the Later Jin Dynasty, couldn't withstand even a single move and died.

The next moment.

Jia Xuan mobilized all the true energy in his dantian, which spread out like a bloody flame. His black hair stood upside down, revealing an evil posture. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar:"Roar!!!"

‘Boom!

Hundreds of thousands of people present felt their heads shaken by thunder and stood there in a daze.

When they reacted, Jia Xuan had already appeared among the Jurchens, with the Chixiao Sword in his hand wrapped in bloody true energy, sweeping out. With one sword, no grass grew, countless pieces of flesh burst out, and blood poured on the ground. The other three eighth-rank warriors in the Later Jin army: Ortai, Ying Changqi, and Yang Jishan were also killed by one sword.

"No! He is not human!"

"Run!"

The psychological defenses of the Jurchens were completely destroyed. They didn't even bother to pick up their weapons and fled in panic.

The situation on the entire battlefield changed drastically. The Later Jin army, which had the upper hand, was in disarray, and the Dajing soldiers stood there in a daze, completely unable to react.

"Divide, strangle!"

With a cold look, Jia Xuan raised his hand, his face without any emotion.

""Yes!"

The three thousand Dragon Guards split into three black torrents, driving the fleeing Jurchen Tatars from the left and right wings and the center, dividing and strangling them.

Facing these wolf-like warriors, the Jurchen Tatars had no power to fight back. One by one, their bodies were pierced by wootz steel spears. From a distance, they looked like a string of candied haws, and blood was dripping from time to time.

Three thousand people chased and killed at least 200,000 Jurchen Tatars, with black armor and ghost faces, and long spears like dragons. Such a scene was unprecedented.

"The Dragon Guards are indeed worthy of their reputation!"

Niu Jizong was filled with emotion.

"A man should be like this!"

Nian Gengyao and Yue Zhongqi saw the tall figure standing in the center of the battlefield, and there was only envy and admiration in their eyes. Jia Xuan's existence told them that the law of this world is that the strong are respected. One person can defeat ten thousand troops. How glorious!

In this battle, the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty Aixinjueluo Yinzhen, Prince Yi of Heshuo Yi Aixinjueluo Yinxiang, the three major generals Ortai, Ying Changqi, and Yang Jishan all died at the hands of Jia Xuan. He also defeated 300,000 Later Jin troops. A top noble who rose like the sun appeared in the country.

Of course, what they don't know is that these merits are only part of it. The greatest merit is to destroy the Later Jin Dynasty.

"Kill!!!

Bei Shi led a thousand Longxiong Guards to attack the Houjin Central Army. The Wuzi steel spears lightly flicked, like plum blossoms. All the Jurchen white-armored soldiers fell in a pool of blood and turned into corpses. The

Longxiong Guards behind him were even more bloodthirsty. They galloped freely as if they were in an empty space. Both the men and horses were covered in blood.

"Blow the horn, and the whole army will press forward to cooperate with the Longxiang Guard to completely wipe out the Jurchen Tartars."

At this moment, the general of the Liao Dynasty, Niu Jizong, the first-class officer of the Zhenguogong Mansion, loudly issued an order.

"Yes."

After hearing this, Yue Zhongqi, Nian Gengyao, Hou Xiaokang, Liu Fang and others led their troops to wipe out the scattered Jurchen Tartars without saying a word.

Are you kidding!

The greatest credit of this battle is gone, but they can still get some minor credit.

Once all the Jurchen Tartars present are wiped out, this will be an unprecedented victory for the country, and they will have to stand in front of the gate.

More than 20,000 Dajing officers and soldiers seemed to have a new vitality in their bodies. One by one, they chased the Jurchen Tartars happily, entangled the Later Jin army tightly, and did not allow them to retreat.

Time passed by, and the battle outside Ningyuan City was nearing its end. Only less than one-fifth of the 300,000 Jurchen Tartars were left.

"Almost there."

Looking around, Jia Xuan shouted coldly:"Stop!!!"

The resounding voice was like a huge bell, shocking everyone, including the Dajing army, the Jurchen Tartars, and the

""Da da da! Da da da!"

The crisp sound of horse hooves rang out on the battlefield, and a figure with disheveled hair broke into the battlefield. He was surrounded by a strong military aura. Niu Jizong and others couldn't help but frown. The person who came actually made them feel threatened in their lives. This showed that the person who came was a ninth-grade warrior.

"I am Aixinjuelu Yinzhen. All Jurchen people should put down their weapons, kneel down and surrender, and you can save your life!"

The dishevelled figure revealed his true face. He was a burly middle-aged man with strong traces of time on his face.

"General Wang��"

Some Jurchen generals were extremely excited when they saw the newcomer.

Aixinjuelu Yinzhen, the fourth Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty, was personally conferred the title of Gushan Beizi, the Great General of the State, and the same rank as a prince.

He was more respected by the Eight Banners than Prince Yi Aixinjuelu Yinxiang, because he conquered all forces in the Later Jin army with his strength.

If he had not failed in his bid for the throne, he would not have been imprisoned in Shengjing Villa, lonely and unknown.

"We are willing to obey the order of the great general king!"

The Jurchen Tartars looked at the Dajing officers and soldiers who treated them like pigs and dogs, and chose to put down their weapons and kneel down in fear.

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