Chapter 206: The three armies meet outside the imperial capital! [The third update, 10,000 words, please vote for me! ]

The attack on Zhou naturally attracted attention from all sides.

The noble families and powerful men in each county were all keeping their eyes on this war of conquest that would determine the life and death of the Great Zhou.

Of course, this battle is also crucial to the martial arts world.

Although today's martial arts world... has gradually transformed into a world of cultivators, many Qidan realm cultivators who have condensed spiritual energy have emerged like mushrooms after a rain after that transformation of heaven and earth.

However, the martial arts world is the martial arts world after all, and it still needs to look at the government's eyes. After all, in today's martial arts world, even the most powerful martial arts forces are not enough to fight against the government, of course... except for the existence of Bai Yujing who is detached from the world.

Basically, facing thousands of troops, they will be crushed.

Even the Dao Pavilion, the Jiange, and some sects with Qidan realm masters in charge.

Therefore, they are actually waiting for the final situation in the temple to determine the ownership of the world and the future development direction of the sect.

…

South County.

Compared to the continuous heavy snow in the north.

The snow in the south does not feel like flying goose feathers as imagined, but instead is like corn, with distinct grains.

Sima Qingshan was wearing a blue shirt and carrying a book box. Behind him, there was a girl in a red cloak. The girl was holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the falling snow. She was walking in the snow with a poetic and picturesque look.

"Nanjiang City."

"Master, are you from Nanjiang City?"

The girl was very gentle and asked in a soft voice with curiosity.

Sima Qingshan smiled and said, "No, my home is in Southern Jin, a place that is often invaded by barbarians."

"I came to Nanjiang City just to meet a friend and help him."

The girl nodded thoughtfully. She had of course heard of the name of Nanjin City. No wonder Sima Qingshan was so sympathetic to the refugees on his way back, because he himself grew up in dire straits.

The girl's name is An Miaoyu, a very poetic name.

She learned painting from Sima Qingshan. She was the first disciple of the painting sect and also the first disciple accepted by Sima Qingshan.

Arrived at Tang Mansion in Nanjiang City.

The servants and guards of the Tang Mansion naturally knew Sima Qingshan, and someone soon informed Tang Yimo.

Tang Yimo rushed out of the dragon gate in his wet clothes.

Seeing Sima Qingshan sitting in the lobby drinking tea, he couldn't help but laugh.

He took a big step forward and gave Sima Qingshan a bear hug.

"Just come back alive."

Tang Yimo patted Sima Qingshan's shoulder.

It was indeed not easy to return from Beiluo City unscathed. Tang Yimo had been to Beiluo City once, and in his memory, it was a rather scary place.

Sima Qingshan coughed, and only then did Tang Yimo notice that there was a quiet girl sitting next to him.

Tang Yimo couldn't help but stare. Sima Qingshan went out and brought back a wife? He is indeed a cultured man, quite coquettish.

As if knowing what Tang Yimo was thinking, Sima Qingshan introduced: "An Miaoyu, my apprentice, and also the first disciple of my painting sect."

"I am Tang Yimo, the commander of the Nanfu Army in Nanjun."

Tang Yimo introduced himself without waiting for Sima Qingshan to speak.

He sat on a chair, poured a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

Glancing at Sima Qingshan, Painting Master?

Is Sima Qingshan setting up his own sect?

"I went to Beiluo this time with the guidance of Young Master Lu. Young Master Lu said that if I traveled more around the world, I might be able to gain some unique insights. Moreover, Young Master Lu said that although this is the age of cultivators, all kinds of cultivation paths can lead to longevity. The realization of a hundred schools of thought among cultivators will be beneficial to the progress of the cultivation era."

"So, I founded the Painting Sect, intending to do my best to help the practitioners amidst the disputes among various schools of thought, and also intending to find a small boat to cross the turbulent current of cultivation."

Sima Qingshan said.

"A hundred schools of thought among practitioners?"

Tang Yimo thought for a while.

"The one in Baiyujing is too unfathomable. Is Baiyujing really just a pure cultivator force?"

Tang Yimo murmured silently.

Sima Qingshan looked at Tang Yimo and said, "I came back from the Imperial Capital and heard about the attack on Zhou by Xiliang and Daxuan. I thought that your Nanjun might also make some moves, so I came back to help you."

Tang Yimo smiled and said, "In this war against Zhou, my Nanjun has already withdrawn..."

"Nanjun...is also not qualified to participate in this war against Zhou."

Tang Yimo's words stunned Sima Qingshan, and then he understood.

"Is it because of the destruction of the 100,000-man army that colluded with the Nanman?"

Sima Qingshan said.

Tang Yimo nodded slightly, but then shook his head.

“That’s partly why.”

"Of course, it's also my fault. Compared to King Beixuan and King Xiliang, I am indeed far behind. Although... Tang Xian... my father has worked hard to train me in the past three months, there is still a big gap between me and these heroes."

"Besides, because of the incident with the southern barbarians, Nanjun lost its moral integrity and it is difficult for it to confront the two newly established countries."

"In fact, Nanjun has a great advantage. Dao Pavilion and Jiange are both forces located in Nanjun. If necessary, they can be invited to fight. Therefore, in terms of top-level combat power, Nanjun is not weaker than Xiliang and Daxuan at all."

"But... after all, I once lost my virtue."

Tang Yimo sighed.

"Therefore, what Nanjun needs to wait for now is... the result of this war against Zhou."

Sima Qingshan seemed to be thinking about something.

He looked at Tang Yimo with some appreciation.

Compared to the passionate young man he knew before, Tang Yimo has grown a lot now.

In fact, although Tang Yimo is strong, he does not like fighting. He fights more to protect the people and things he wants to protect.

Sima Qingshan smiled and looked at Tang Yimo, as if jokingly saying, "As one of the earliest practitioners in Nanjun, why don't you... why don't you also join in the debate among the practitioners?"

"Your way of physical cultivation is completely different from my way of painting. Although we are in different directions, it would be quite interesting if we could have some collision."

"Besides, as the future ruler of Nanjun, don't you want to govern the cultivators of Nanjun?"

"Only when the martial arts world is under control can the government be more stable."

Sima Qingshan's joking words left Tang Yimo stunned.

Then his eyes became brighter and brighter.

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan sat upright in a wheelchair, while the slovenly scholar Kong Nanfei walked over with his disciple Meng Haoran.

The two men bowed and greeted Lu Fan.

"You can go to West Mountain and have a look... The Trial Tower in West Mountain may be helpful for your practice."

Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair and looked at Kong Nanfei.

"West Hill 'Trial Tower'?"

Kong Nanfei was startled. He turned his head and saw a huge tower towering into the clouds. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"You can go and give it a try. As for your disciple... he is still a little short of it. Wait until he reaches the ninth stage of Qi Dan before trying the Trial Tower."

Lu Fan said.

Meng Haoran's little face suddenly turned red.

Outside, he is a genius that is enough to make people jealous.

But... in front of Lu Fan, he... is such trash.

Looking at Kong Nanfei's sloppy appearance, Lu Fan was thoughtful. He must have been inspired by something and walked out of his own path. Although it was just a narrow path, it might be developed into a sunny avenue in the future.

"Go ahead. If you can make it to the fifth floor of the Trial Tower, I will give you something. This thing will help you develop your righteousness."

Lu Fan's words made Kong Nanfei's eyes light up.

Kong Nanfei only had awe for Lu Fan.

After all, the aura that Lu Fan exuded when he resisted the might of heaven before was so terrifying that he couldn't even straighten his back. This was enough to make him understand how terrifying this person was.

Therefore, Kong Nanfei believed what Lu Fan said, because... he felt that he had no right to be deceived by Lu Fan.

Meng Haoran blushed and wanted to tell Lu Fan that he was a genius with a Qi Dan capacity of eighteen strands.

However, there was no him in Lu Fan's eyes at all.

Kong Nanfei left.

Carrying the somewhat unwilling Meng Haoran, he walked across the lake, left the island, and headed straight for the West Mountain.

Lu Fan smiled.

With a thought in his mind, he activated the body technique "Thunderbolt Technique", and lightning arcs were faintly moving on the spot. His body had long disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already on the second-floor terrace of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

Snow is falling from the sky.

Lu Fan picked up a green plum, added a peach petal, and brewed a pot of plum wine.

The lines in his eyes flickered as he began to pay attention to the battle in the imperial capital. The battle against Zhou also attracted Lu Fan's attention.

Because Lu Fan felt that this war against Zhou might be very interesting.

…

The troops of Xiliang Kingdom and Daxuan Kingdom were at the gate of the imperial capital.

The imperial capital was already in complete chaos, with many ministers trembling with fear.

How could the ministers in the imperial capital not know the Overlord's reputation?

When the Mohist Mechanical City was breached by Overlord, countless people died tragically.

But now, once the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty was breached, according to the temperament of the young emperor Yuwen Xiu, it would be impossible for him to surrender. Therefore, they, the ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, were afraid that they would be implicated by the young emperor.

If the Overlord becomes violent, all of these ministers might die.

So, the capital began to fall into chaos.

Many officials began to pack up their belongings, preparing to follow the large group of refugees and move away from the capital, the center of turmoil and the place of trouble.

However.

These officials soon fell into despair.

Yuwen Xiu ordered the closure of the gates of the imperial capital.

All the prominent families and high-ranking officials in the imperial capital were blocked inside the city and could not leave.

The black dragon guards in iron armor guarded the city gates.

In addition, tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Great Zhou were waiting silently behind the city gate, filling the main road of Emperor Street.

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There is a sense of urgency and seriousness as if a storm is about to come.

However, what made these ministers even more desperate was that the one in the Purple Gold Palace issued an imperial decree that any minister who wanted to escape from the imperial capital would be charged with treason, thrown into dungeon, and have his property confiscated and his entire family executed.

As several ministers were taken into the dungeon by the extremely cold Black Dragon Guards wearing black dragon masks.

Many ministers trembled and dared not speak.

In troubled times, severe punishments are needed, and Yuwen Xiu's severe punishments have arrived.

The depressing atmosphere in the imperial capital became more and more intense. The people in the imperial capital dared not speak out, and many powerful families dared not utter a word.

Leaden clouds covered the city and heavy snow fell.

A solemn atmosphere filled the streets and alleys of the imperial capital.

In the teahouse.

The beautiful woman Qianqian's face was filled with worry and anger...

Because, in the imperial capital, the Black Dragon Guards began to arrest men on a large scale and add them to the city defense army.

Although many men wanted to resist, they were unable to do so when a knife was placed on their necks and they faced the horrified eyes of their families.

They could only put on cold armor, hold heavy swords, and gather outside the city wall.

They had to go into battle and kill the enemy.

Because the Black Dragon Guards have detained their relatives, if they escape in the battle or turn against their side, their relatives will be in danger.

Therefore, they can only put on armor for the sake of their small family.

In the Purple Gold Palace.

The pressure of the impending storm made the old eunuch take a deep breath.

He knew that what was coming would eventually come.

He raised his head and saw that there were no candles lit in the Purple Gold Palace.

Yuwen Xiu changed into military uniform, a golden armor that seemed to emit a dazzling glow in the darkness.

He stood in front of the dragon throne with his back to the old eunuch, wondering what he was thinking about.

Yuwen Xiu did not go to the city wall of the imperial capital.

He did not personally supervise the battle, but stayed in the Purple Gold Palace. He seemed to be expecting and waiting for something...

Outside the Imperial Capital.

Ten miles.

The earth was shaking and the snow and mud were churning.

The army was approaching, and the aura of iron and blood was everywhere like a hot current, impacting the snow on the ground and making it fly everywhere.

The Xiliang cavalry took the lead, followed by the Xiliang infantry and archers.

Xu Chu rode his horse at the front. The two armies came like a torrent from two directions, and then gathered together, turning into a group of fierce beasts, and marched straight to the ancient and time-filled imperial capital.

The Overlord stood in front of his chariot, and three Xiliang horses were pulling his chariot.

Behind him was a luxurious carriage with a vague figure in it.

The Overlord had promised to give her a picturesque landscape, so it was natural that he would bring her along to witness such an important moment as the capture of the Imperial Capital.

Xu Chu strode over, carrying two large iron balls with thorns.

"Your Majesty! I have accomplished your mission!"

Xu Chu said in a voice as loud as a bell.

The Overlord laughed and punched Xu Chu's arm.

Xu Chu is his right-hand man, and the Overlord has great trust in him. Moreover, Xu Chu is the most powerful practitioner under the Overlord.

The leader of the Xiang family army, a person at the peak of Qi Dan.

The Overlord has almost blind trust in him.

"After we capture the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty and take control of the Imperial City, Xiliang will have taken control of the world."

"The Great Zhou is unjust, so we must attack it!"

"Xiliang should be established!"

The way of the overlord.

Xu Chu's eyes flashed with shrewdness. He grabbed a large iron ball with thorns and roared like a wild bear.

The whistling sound spread throughout the three armies, causing the soldiers to brandish their weapons and roar.

Such noise, like a huge wave, crashed towards the city wall of the imperial capital, making the elite soldiers of the Great Zhou on the city wall turn pale.

The Xiliang Cavalry is as fierce as a tiger!

This terrible desire to fight was enough to destroy their confidence before the battle even started.

The Overlord looked indifferent as he stared at the towering walls of the Imperial Capital. Compared with the walls that protected the city, the walls of the Imperial Capital were taller and thicker, and had more troops stationed there.

Even the weapons of war were more complete.

It can be said that even with the Overlord, this battle will not be easy.

suddenly.

The Overlord's mind moved.

I turned my head and looked towards the north. In that direction, there was smoke and dust billowing, and the earth was shaking.

There was a gleam of light in his eyes.

Xu Chu was also full of fighting spirit and turned his head to look towards the north.

"roar!"

"roar!"

The army was roaring. The army of the Great Xuan Kingdom was wearing fine armor. With every step they took, they would wave their weapons and roar angrily.

The Daxuan Army has been fighting against the Western Rong and foreign enemies for many years. Their bloodiness is no less than that of the Xiliang Army.

If the Xiliang Army is a lion, then the Daxuan Army is a tiger.

When a tiger and a lion meet, they are equally powerful.

“Here I am.”

The corner of Overlord's mouth turned up slightly.

Xu Chu also grinned, extremely excited.

"Daxuan, the army of King Beixuan!"

Far away.

Jiang Li was wearing silver armor and holding a silver spear. He was riding a red horse as fierce as fire. He was leading the way and walking slowly at the front.

Naturally, he also saw the army of Xiliang Kingdom.

The opponent's momentum was like a flood of waves. Even Jiang Li, who had fought countless tough battles, couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

The Overlord's momentum was very strong, and under the Overlord's momentum, the Xiliang army was extremely aggressive.

Jiang Li took a deep breath. As a descendant of a military strategist, he inherited Bai Fengtian's mantle.

How can I lag behind others in leading troops?

As the military strategist is one of the Hundred Schools of Thought, he naturally has his own way of leading troops.

Jiang Li suddenly raised the silver spear, wrapped in spiritual energy and let out a powerful roar, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, causing huge waves.

Under the guidance of Jiang Li's momentum, the army of Daxuan Kingdom roared.

Jiang Li rode his horse slowly, and every mile he would wave his silver spear and roar.

Roaring all the way, the momentum of the Great Xuan Army seemed to be twisted into a rope, getting stronger and stronger!

The spiritual energy in Jiang Li's Qi Dan was running rapidly at this moment, and there seemed to be signs of a breakthrough.

This military strategy has undergone unexpected changes in the transformed world.

It was like gathering the strength of an army.

The momentum of the Xiliang army and the Daxuan army collided with each other.

The two newly established countries and the two armies finally met each other outside the imperial capital.

There seemed to be a faint roar, and the flying snow in the sky became much slower.

And on the top of the city wall of Da Zhou.

The morale of the Great Zhou's elite soldiers had reached its lowest point.

Looking at the huge army outside the city, he trembled.

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