God of Nine Realms

Chapter 258

The battlefield is changing rapidly, especially after losing the commander, the situation is even more chaotic!
"Mian Qingchan is dead, you don't surrender yet!" Hu Feng shouted holding up the severed head of Mian Qingchan.

When the soldiers from all directions saw such a scene, they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"The commander is dead! The commander is dead!"

Shouts of panic spread throughout the battlefield, and the rebellious army became completely confused for a while!
After Yu Wuhou defeated Mian Qingchan, he went on a crusade everywhere, and its goal was locked on those commanders.With his help, Mo Ying, the eight-direction swordsman, quickly pushed the commanders to a desperate situation.One by one, the commanders died tragically.

The hope of victory is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. Once the thousands of commanders die, many centurions are even more difficult to defeat the power of these ink shadows. When the centurions died one after another, the team finally completely collapsed. Thousands of rebellious soldiers fled in all directions, and disciples of Baiyun Sect pursued them everywhere.There were screams and shouts, and the scene was chaotic!

An hour later, the rebellious army completely disappeared, and only the thousands of corpses in this dense forest witnessed the heroic scene of the past.

"We actually won..." A Baiyun Sect disciple mumbled to himself with blank eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that I actually won!" The other person wiped off the blood on the sword, his tone full of emotion.

"That's right, we won, we won completely!" Song Zhehua walked to the middle of the crowd clutching his injured abdomen, looked at the blood-stained disciples of Baiyun, and said slowly, "In today's battle, the old man saw The bloody nature of Baiyunzong has also seen the hope of Baiyunzong. Very good, really good. I wish I could be a hundred years younger and continue to fight with you...cough..." Song Zhehua suddenly spat out a big mouthful of blood, and his face became even more ugly up.

"The first seat..."

Everyone rushed forward to help, but he pushed them away.

"I lived to be more than 180 years old, which is enough. Before I die, I can go through life and death with so many young people like you. I am really happy! The future of Baiyunzong will be handed over to you... Cough cough..."

"First seat, you..." Hu Feng wanted to step forward to check on the injury, but saw him shaking his head, his heart sank, he had already guessed a bit.

The lifespan of a congenital warrior is only two hundred, and Song Zhehua lived to be 180 years old, which is not far from the end.Although he seems to be not seriously injured, this long-lasting battle has already exhausted the vitality he has accumulated for many years.The end of severe overdraft is to consume life. Although the trauma is not serious now, in fact, his life is coming to an end, and there is no way to recover.

"Don't be sad, people are mortal, and this mission is voluntary. It's worth it to exchange the life of a poor old man like me for a hundred years of light in the Baiyun Sect!"

The surrounding crowd gradually lowered their heads, the head of Shangshui Peak has always been highly respected, and he has mentioned many younger generations.Even if the warriors here have not received his favor in the past, they clearly felt his protection during this mission. In order to keep everyone out of danger, he fought against the rebellious army alone for a long time. This is a kindness they are destined to be unable to repay.

"Yi Qiuyun, come here."

Hu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and stood in front of him, pushing aside the few people in front of him.

"This battle can be won, and Yi Qiuyun has made great contributions. Are you convinced?"

The surrounding crowd nodded without any objection.When everyone chose to retreat, Hu Feng was the first to rush forward to rescue Song Zhehua.And those powerful ink shadows are Yi Qiuyun's methods, everyone thinks of this, and they are even more in awe of him.

"On the battlefield, rewards are based on merit. I don't have much in my body, I only have some insights from a century of intensive cultivation. Today I will teach you a method. Yi Qiuyun, I have seen your talent, I hope you will not disappoint me. "

"Disciple dare not." Although he was about to receive the reward, for some reason, Hu Feng didn't feel the slightest joy today, he only hoped that everything would be as normal as usual.But he also knew that this thought was doomed to fail.

Song Zhehua raised his right hand, and a little spiritual light flickered, slowly imprinting on Hu Feng's forehead.Hu Feng knew that this was a rare opportunity, so he closed his eyes and felt the message from the other party.

In my mind, a phantom of an old man stood in the air. As soon as he appeared, he immediately moved.The body swayed, the arms fluctuated, like a fish swimming in the shallow bottom, and the birds chirped all the time.Simple and unpretentious, yet unfathomable.

"Quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit. Every move is in line with nature. The qi is full, the body is like a mayfly, and the subtle knowledge is to know the origin of the world. The qi is in harmony with the spirit, and the heaven and man are one. You can control the world's qi..."

Sentences of the most profound sentiments were continuously uttered, and the old man's movements were also slowly cooperating, and a wave of energy was vaguely visible in his palm, changing and splitting into thousands.

Hu Feng thought about all these changes, and felt more and more the depth of the old man's cultivation.What Song Zhehua taught him was not some profound and unfathomable martial art, but a rare method of manipulating true energy.If one can cultivate according to what he said, one's true qi will be able to be manipulated like an arm and a finger, and its agility is unpredictable.

"Perhaps Song Zhehua's first cultivation is not considered advanced, but he has indeed mastered the control of true qi to the peak. True qi is like a part of the body, and a single thought can make them change in thousands of ways. With this level of skill, the combat power is unimaginable. It's hard to improve!"

Hu Feng's body had closed his eyes tightly at some point, and he was completely in a state of comprehension, losing all perception of the outside world.

The crowd around looked at Hu Feng's state curiously, but they didn't dare to disturb him.

Song Zhehua raised his head, looked at the big sun hanging high in the sky, and rubbed his cloudy eyes.Said: "In Baiyun Neizong, there is a kind of people called mayflies. Mayflies are weak and short-lived insects. The old saying goes, 'Mayfly only lasts three days', which means that it has a short lifespan, and it is also said that 'Mayfly shakes the tree' , that means it is weak and weak. People only remember its fragility and short life, but forget the ability of mayfly. The wall. It can fly high in the sky, and it can release the brightest brilliance of life. You are mayflies, and so am I."

The Baiyun Sect disciples each have a feeling in their hearts, they are that group of people.Being despised by those so-called geniuses and cast aside by those so-called strong men, but they have put in too much little-known efforts to achieve today's cultivation.

"I am a mayfly, born weak, but unwilling to live my whole life."

"I am a mayfly, born alone, but unwilling to beg for mercy."

"I am a mayfly, born to cry, but I don't want others to be sad."

"I am a mayfly, born mediocre, and there is no need to mourn after death..."

Song Zhehua's expression became weaker and weaker, his voice became weaker, and soft sobbing began to appear around him.

(End of this chapter)