The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian sat in the barracks for a full seven days, Xiao Lan ordered people to build a tent around Yang Jian, and the layout of the barracks was slightly changed.

But these are nothing compared to Yang Jian being safe and sound.

The moment Yang Jian was injured and fell down, most of the generals in the Zhou army felt as if the sky had collapsed. Fortunately, Yang Jian seemed to be exhausted and quickly recovered...

Generally speaking, powerful monks may be able to fight for a hundred years or a thousand years regardless of the outcome, but that is only for Yuan Shendao monks.

With that kind of fighting style, Yang Jian can fight for a few years even if he meets an even-matched opponent.

But the fight between Yang Jian and Kong Xuan was almost completely fighting with the flesh; the peacock body, eight or nine mysterious skills, and Kong Xuan's powerful magic power and great supernatural powers, fighting Yang Jian's mysterious skills are undefeated, and the body is not destroyed.

Although the two had only two days and one night in the war outside the sky, they were fighting for their lives every moment, and the moment they relaxed their minds, they would die. They really couldn't compete with others.

On the contrary, Yang Jian's gains are also quite huge. This battle of the Bajiu Xuan Gong has made a steady progress, the integration of Yuanshen and Xuanti has taken a step further, and the power of Yuanshen has also been greatly improved.

This is probably the benefit of the eighty-nine Xuangong's use of war to support war.

This battle was tied with Kong Xuan, and the night of the prehistoric Wubuzhou lost a few stars, and it was constantly discussed by the monks of the three realms.

One is a ruthless man who was famous in ancient times. He once killed a lot of powerful people, and his five-color divine light wiped out everything.

One is a disciple of Yuxu Palace who has just risen for only a few decades. Master Yuding Daoist originally hid his secrets, but for this disciple he repeatedly attacked, and even forcibly carried the prestige of a sage, shaking the prehistoric world.

And the disciple didn't embarrass the master, and pushed the eight or nine profound arts of the Taoist sect to a height that others could hardly reach. At this time, he already had the spirit to compete with the top powers of the older generation.

This battle with Kong Xuan directly put Yang Jian on the same level as Kong Xuan, a top ancient master.

This may be a good thing, or it may cause some troubles for Yang Jian, but Yang Jian doesn't think too much about it.

He fights his own fights, does his own things, his reputation is always shouted by others, why has he ever publicized it?

On the ninth day after the war, a paper crane came from the west. Yang Jian, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes, raised his hand, and the paper crane landed in his palm.

You don't need to open it, the warm words in it are imprinted in your heart.

The husband is out fighting, and the wife is at home to take care of the family; the wife also saw him fighting with a strong enemy in front of him, full of dangers, worried, and euphemistically mentioned that Yang Jian might as well take a half-step back.

Yang Jian thought about it, and replied a letter, to the effect that Kong Xuan is a rare sharpening stone in the world, and if he wants to fight, he must win or lose with Kong Xuan.

As the paper crane went west, Yang Jian also exhaled slowly, and looked down, only to realize that he was floating cross-legged in the air half a foot above the ground.

The profound energy in the body has been filled with the profound handle, and the damages all over the body have been repaired and perfected. At this moment, the whole body of the mysterious body is like a diamond, with a little less impurities and a little more toughness than before.

Standing up, he took the azure blue fairy robe and put it on his body. The pair of fairy boots had already broken the soles of his feet, so Yang Jian could only change another pair.

After she was dressed up, she tied up her long hair and put on the divine armor Aoxuehan that helped her a lot, but was surprised to find that the tiny cracks on the divine armor had healed on their own, exuding an icy breath through the body.

It really is a baby.

Stepping into the tent, the sun was shining brightly in front of Yang Jian's eyes, and more than a dozen figures immediately greeted him.

When Yang Jian was healing, several Twelve Golden Immortals, Huang Long, Taiyi and other elders who had a good relationship with Yang Jian came here to protect him.

"Are you going again?" Xiao Lan asked involuntarily, and Long Ji frowned slightly.

Behind the two of them, Wei Hu and the already healthy Huang Tianhua hesitated to speak, but they didn't dare to persuade the elder brother anything.

Huang Feihu said in a deep voice: "Prime Minister, don't compete for the bravery of ordinary people, the army cannot sit without the Prime Minister."

Yang Jian shook his head and sighed: "If Kong Xuan is undefeated, our army will not be able to cross Jinji Ridge for half a step, even if the Shang army dies. He is called a ruthless man by the monks in the wild, but he is ruthless and unscrupulous. If he does not fight with me, but kills the mortal generals with all his strength, our army will be wiped out in an instant, and I will not be able to stop him."

"If you can't do it, please ask our sage master to do it!" Taoist Huanglong said solemnly, "How long have you practiced? Last time you got a tie with Kong Xuan, it's already eye-catching! Don't force yourself too much. You have already made us seniors and uncles feel that we are useless!"

The twelve golden fairies sighed softly.

Yang Jian bowed to several uncles and uncles, and said: "The disciple and Kong Xuan have not yet decided the winner, this battle has to be fought, otherwise it will not benefit the practice, but will hinder it."

Master Taiyi frowned and said, "Do you have a 50% chance of winning?"

"No, but neither did he," Yang Jian held the three-pointed double-edged gun, his eyes were calm but somewhat stubborn.

He took out three treasures from the black turtle belt and handed them to Taoist Huanglong, "Please also pass them on to Uncle Guangchengzi."

It's worth not mentioning the matter of Yinjiao, so as not to add some slanderous rumors to Yuxu Palace.

Yang Jian looked at Huang Feihu and asked, "Has the Jiameng Pass been taken?"

"Not yet, Jiamengguan seems to be guarded by a master, and a large formation has been set up to cover the pass. Nezha and Lei Zhenzi can't break into it," Huang Feihu hurriedly said, "But our army has cut off the grain road of Jiamengguan. It will only take two or three months for Jiamengguan to break down without attack."

"How is the military situation in the North?"

"It's still stable. The Li family and his son will pass on the good news. There are not many opponents there, but the merchant army has also assembled a large army to deal with it. The next battle may be very stalemate."

Yang Jian's voice gradually became low, "Our army fought in the previous battle, how about the casualties?"

"More than 130,000 people were killed in battle, more than 190,000 were seriously injured and returned to Sishui Pass, and the generals of each army died... forty-two people..."

Huang Feihu looked ashamed. These casualties were all elite soldiers, comparable to an army of millions. "The last general is incompetent and caused our army to suffer such heavy losses. Really..."

"Wu Chengwang didn't do anything wrong in this battle, how can there be such a thing as incompetence?" Yang Jian asked, "Where is the merchant army on Jinji Ridge at this time?"

Xiao Lan said: "Less than 90,000 people have already gathered in one place. There are not enough defenders at the Jiepai Pass to support them, but the reinforcements from the merchant army are on the way, and they can enter the Jiepai Pass in three to five days."

Yang Jian nodded and paused for a moment in thought.

As he said before, even if there is only one soldier left in Jinji Ridge and Kong Xuan is undefeated, he still can't make it through.

Kong Xuan didn't say to threaten Yang Jian with mortal soldiers, but Kong Xuan's temperament is like this, if Zhou Jun takes advantage of Yang Jian's battle with him to rush to Jinji Ridge, it will be a provocation by these mortals.

Never underestimate the pride and persistence in the heart of an ancient bereaved family, it is often almost paranoid.

That's why Yang Jian asked Zhou Jun to retreat that day.

Entrusting the treasure and asking about the recent military situation, Yang Jian bowed to everyone, and then walked forward.

"Martial nephew, there is nothing to argue with that Kong Xuan!"

"I'm going to ask the master to help."

"Yang Jian! Where is your master?" Daoist Taiyi scolded, "You bastard master, this disciple is going to fight such a powerful enemy, and he doesn't even show himself!"

Yang Jian said seriously: "Master believes in me, please don't blame Master."

Immortal Taiyi was at a loss for words, swept his sleeves, and turned his back a little sullenly.

The Twelve Golden Immortals wanted to stop them, but they didn't know how to speak; this disciple was fighting against the ruthless Kong Xuan for the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods, they were powerless to fight Kong Xuan, so they could only watch this disciple go to risk alone.

Xiao Lan scolded: "You are so stupid! You are as stubborn as a cow!"

Yang Jian turned his head to look at her, and chuckled, "So, you are just wearing a man's attire, but you will always be recognized at a glance."

Xiao Lan's forehead was covered with black lines, and he wanted to curse again.

Yang Jian chuckled twice, took a step forward and appeared three thousand feet away, then flashed again, his figure soared into the sky, and let out a long howl.

In the business camp ten miles away, the multicolored light was like a rainbow sweeping from the ground, and the figure that seemed to have returned to normal rose into the sky and chased after Yang Jian.

Kong Xuan!

When Master Taiyi saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

But they really had nothing to do with Kong Xuan, the five-color divine light wiped out everything, and the twelve golden immortals present were only wiped out of magic weapons by the five-color divine light, and their combat power was lost by more than half in an instant.

At that time, Taoist Huanglong's combat power will be highlighted, but the gap with Kong Xuan is not the slightest.

Because of the five-color divine light, among the saints, there are only a few who can fight against Kong Xuan, and all of them must have mana cultivation far superior to Kong Xuan.

For example, Zhenyuan, such as Xuandu, such as Yuding.

Yang Jian protected the Yuanshen with the ancient tripod given by his master, and resisted the five-color divine light without losing. Only then did he have the strength to confront Kong Xuan head-on.

Not much to say, nine days away, the two figures began to collide at a very high speed, killing thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, causing disaster to the stars and breaking the Tianhe River.

The heavenly court sent hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals to reinforce the formation inside the heavenly court formation, lest the two people who were fighting in the void would tear down the heavenly court on a whim...

In the second battle, they fought with all their strength in a short while.

Yang Jian and Kong Xuan, no matter who dared to be careless, their spirits were tense and they showed their magical powers.

And the great powers from all over the prehistoric land cast their gazes again, this time they did not understand anything, but began to ponder which of the two would win the half move.

The second battle lasted for three days and three nights.

When Yang Jian and Kong Xuan stood facing each other again, and slowly fell in the air, both of them became blood men. Kong Xuan had a big hole in his forehead, but his handsome face was full of excitement and longing.

The ferocity is fully exposed.

There was also blood on Yang Jian's forehead, and there was a hole in Aoxuehan's body, as if he had been punctured by a finger.

The two of them turned their heads back to the camp without saying a word. Yang Jian gritted his teeth this time and tried not to lose consciousness. He meditated cross-legged in his tent under the watchful eyes of more and more immortals.

The body looked as if it was exhausted, but after a while, strands of profound energy were revived, and the profound energy and profound handle were also a little purer than before...

Explain and teach the immortals to continue to discuss countermeasures. If Taoist Huanglong didn't push him desperately, Master Taiyi would have gone to take advantage of Kong Xuan's oil and light to make Kong Xuan directly.

But if you beat a snake, you will not die, but you will be injured by it.

Even if Kong Xuan fought Yang Jian to such an extent, the immortals present would not dare to say that they could keep the peacock with 100% certainty; if he left, there would be no peace in the future.

At this time, it was Manjusri who said something that made them relieve their depression.

"The two of them may want to use each other to sharpen themselves and break through the bottleneck. Let's not ruin the great opportunity of Senior Nephew Yang Jian."

The purpose of Manjusri's words is probably to be uneasy and kind, but Taiyi, Huanglong and others listened to them, and finally found a reason to force themselves to stand by, and felt a little better.

On another nine days, Yang Jian got up again, greeted all the elders, asked about the situation of the Nanzhou army, wrote a letter to his family, and stepped out of the camp.

Xiao Lan was too lazy to scold him, leaned against the gate, lowered her head and waited for him to return.

In the third battle, as Yang Jian and Kong Xuan became more and more familiar with each other, the fighting time gradually extended. This time they fought for five days before Yang Jian staggered back.

"Kong Xuan must be defeated."

Yang Jian's eyes were full of light, and after leaving this sentence, he entered the tent and began to repair his injuries and restore his cultivation.

how you said that?

In the third battle, Yang Jian noticed it. He could recover from his injury and return to full state in nine days, but Kong Xuan couldn't.

At the same time, although Kong Xuan could heal his injuries and recover most of his cultivation, he was still a little short of his own perfection.

And this is Yang Jian's chance of winning...