Regardless of who came, the Tubo soldiers and horses still charged forward. Their footsteps were no weaker than those of galloping horses. Coming down from the top of the mountain, they took advantage of the terrain to add to their fierce momentum.

He kept swinging the giant ax in his hand without feeling tired at all. In fact, the muscles had long been swollen like tree roots, and all the joints in his body were worn out.

But at this moment, he has lost his sense of pain, and only the killing instinct is left. He screams one after another, venting the infinite murderous intention forced into his chest, wishing to kill all the creatures in the world.

The secret technique comes from the ancient religion: Bon religion.

This is a religion that worships corpses and likes to perform various living sacrifices. After integrating with Buddhism, Tibetan Buddhism emerged.

This Tibetan general and his men are all masterpieces of the Jokhang Temple, and they are also the trump card that Tibet relies on to unify the plateau. There are many Buddhist slaves like this in their army.

The other soldiers of the Six Dynasties all held their breaths and looked at the battlefield. They never thought about the outcome of this battle, because they all knew that the general riding the white horse would not lose.

It was rumored that Zhao Zilong single-handedly killed fifty of Cao Cao's generals at Changbanpo. Cao Aman was so shocked that he said: "You have the courage not to give way to Lu Bu."

I have never seen Lu Bu's charisma. Being able to see Zhao Yun break the formation and kill the enemy with my own eyes today is a life well spent.

The Tubo general wielded his giant axe, intending to split Zhao Yun and the white horse in half. His eyes were filled with endless anger. He was brainwashed by Buddhism and burned out by secret techniques. The power he unleashed at this moment was a hundred times more powerful than

usually.

With a bang, the giant ax swung down, and there was a trace of confusion in the eyes of the Tubo warrior. His giant ax seemed to be caught halfway, and it was difficult to move it down any further.

Looking down with his red eyes, he saw only a spear point, which was holding up the blade of his axe. The spear was completely white, with three seal characters on the spear tip, and a dazzling white light shone in the blood groove.

Zhao Yun's hand trembled, and he gently twisted the tip of the spear. A concussive force came from the tip of the spear, and the Tubo general's giant ax shattered directly. He was holding a bare ax handle in his hand, and he didn't have time to react.

, Zhao Yun's next move has been completed.

I saw him swiping lightly, and the tip of the spear passed through the Tubo warrior's neck, cutting off half of his neck. The mania in the Tubo warrior's eyes slowly disappeared, and his head hung down feebly. The Tubo Buddhist slaves around him seemed as if

I don't know, but he still roared forward.

Zhao Yun swept his gun away, and half of the Tibetan warriors who surrounded him were beaten to the ground and had their heads broken into pieces. Blood mist filled the air, and there was no howl of pain on the battlefield, only ferocious roars. They had long lost their fear and lost their lives.

The pain left only mania and bloodthirst.

The generals on his side were so brave, and the soldiers of the Six Dynasties behind him burst into cheers. The smile on Song Jiang's face disappeared, and he murmured to himself: "Who can stop this man?"

Tieniu, who had always been chirping, was silent at this moment. No matter how reckless he was, he knew that he was not someone he could afford to offend. Liu Chan was so proud that he kept clapping his hands and applauding as he watched Zhao Yun show off his power.

Back then in Changbanpo, he had no chance to applaud, so he made up for it this time. Sun Yi and other Dongwu soldiers and horses, as well as the soldiers and horses of the Wei Dynasty, were all silent, as were their subordinates.

Several generals of the Shu Kingdom have always been a nightmare for them, especially Guan Yu who was in charge of Jingxiang. Because of him, both Wei and Wu had thought of moving their capital.

Suddenly, the cheers stopped, and the people who had been watching the battlefield fell into silence.

I saw that the fallen Tubo general actually stood up. He staggered forward, like a broken puppet with strings pulled. With his stiff and twisted steps, the iron chains clicked.

Friction sound.

This strange appearance frightened the soldiers of the Six Dynasties. They had never seen such an evil thing. It is common sense in the world that people cannot be resurrected after death. Everyone saw the death of this Tibetan general with his own eyes. His neck was

If it is cut off, it stands to reason that it must be completely dead.

On the Liangshan side, many people were dismissive. Lu Zhishen rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, "Pretend to be a ghost, let's see the Sa family kill him again!"

Song Jiang stretched out his hand to stop everyone, with a fanboy-like smile on his dark face, "Let's see how powerful Zhao Zilong is."

Zhao Yun frowned and snorted: "Evil heretics!"

He pointed the spear in his hand, and the corpse's eyebrows and palms shook slightly. The shock wave followed the barrel of the gun and completely shattered the head hanging on the corpse of the Tibetan general.

A large amount of blood spurted out from his headless neck. The color of the blood was not ordinary red, but dark green, with a strong fishy odor.

Zhao Yun thrust the gun into the ground, and a wave of air suddenly spread out. The ground around him seemed to have been shaken, and a circle of earth waves formed. The corpse on the ground was hit by the air wave and flew towards the top of the mountain, leaving a fishy stench.

Also for the sake of purity.

The Tibetan soldiers on the top of the mountain collectively fell backwards, and everyone showed fear. This warrior was a Buddhist slave sent by the Jokhang Temple. In their eyes, he was like a god, but he was killed so easily.

Who is this person in front of me? Is he the evil spirit that the Panchen Lama mentioned?

In the rear army camp, Xue Rengui stared at Zhao Yun in the center of the battlefield with solemn eyes.

As a military commander, he felt unprecedented pressure, which made him almost breathless.

Xue Rengui is not an ordinary military commander. He has also made great achievements on the battlefield, but he still faces such great pressure against Zhao Yun.

Among the generals in the Tang Dynasty, who can resist this man? I heard that he is so powerful, and there are four more in Shu. Xue Rengui is the rising star of the Tang Dynasty, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Jingde and others are all him

seniors.

But when Xue Rengui faced them, he was not under such great pressure. Zhao Zilong was worthy of being Zhao Zilong, and he was indeed a peerless general.

"General, the gap in the front line has been opened." The deputy general was beside him and couldn't help but remind him.

Xue Rengui nodded and said: "Capture this pass and station here tonight. I guess the enemy's reinforcements will also arrive."

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Ming Dynasty, Forbidden City.

A beautiful woman stood in front of a bronze mirror that was as tall as one person. She was dressed in green clothes. She felt as if she were from the world. Her eyes were bright and her eyes were full of eyes. Her collar was decorated with white fox fur, which made her look bright and bright.

With his smooth teeth, smooth face, tenderness and grace, and charming words, he is exactly Jia Yuanchun.

Although she has made her a concubine, the current emperor is young and not yet old enough to favor the harem, so these concubines are quite boring.

Yuanchun looked at herself in the mirror and let out a long sigh. She had been having nightmares these days.

The reason was that an accident occurred during the wedding ceremony. This was an ominous sign, and Yuanchun always felt that something would happen.

"Mom, do you want to take a bath?"

Yuanchun thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Go and get ready."

Soon, warm water was prepared in the soup pool. Jia Yuanchun stood up, and the palace maid took off her coat, revealing her slender figure. Her shoulders were cut into shape, and her waist was as plain as expected. Her neck was stretched out, and she was fragrant. She was a beautiful woman.

A complete beauty.

When she entered the bathtub and was warmed by the hot air, her skin was so rosy and tender that it could be broken by a blow.

In the light mist, Yuanchun lay down comfortably, closed his eyes gently, and began to think about what he had been thinking about these days.

Slowly, she fell asleep in the pool, and the maids next to her were all staggering.

A pair of strange eyes peered down from the roof, looking right at Yuanchun's face.

Soon, Yuanchun met two old people in his sleep.

They have fair hair and childish faces, tall figures, and their figures are getting closer and closer.

Yuanchun felt a little familiar and very friendly, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and waved: "Two old people."

"You can actually see us?"

"Ah! This seems to be our bloodline, little girl, let me ask you, are you a descendant of Jinling Rongguo Mansion?"

"The little girl Jia Yuanchun is the daughter of Rongguo Mansion, and her father is Jia Zheng."

"Little girl, listen, I am your great-grandfather. There is a big disaster in our Jia family, and only you can solve it..."

...

The sound of insects outside the window was endless. Yuanchun woke up suddenly and stood up from the pool with a splash.

Her forehead was covered with sweat. She didn't know whether it was from the steam or because she was dreaming.

The sound of water woke up the sleeping palace maids. They did not dare to make a sound for fear that the imperial concubine would find them asleep.

Fortunately, the imperial concubine did not notice them. She stood there upright, completely ignoring the fact that she was having a great time, with her beautiful figure on full display.

---

Emperor Zhu Qizhen of the Ming Dynasty had just succeeded to the throne and was about to go to Jinling to pay homage to Xiaoling. The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were about to object, but after hearing His Majesty's reasons, they all shut up.

The late emperor passed away. Logically speaking, the emperor who had just succeeded had no reason to leave the capital, but he really found one for Zhu Qizhen.

His Majesty said that Taizu asked him in a dream to go to Jinling to pay homage to his ancestors.

After the emperor said this, basically no one dared to object, unless you have lived enough.

If you think the emperor is telling the truth, then there is no reason to object. After all, filial piety is the greatest political correctness.

If you think the emperor is lying, then congratulations, you are guilty of deceiving the emperor.

Moreover, it was not a big deal for the young emperor to go to Jinling. Today's dignitaries in the court were all recommended by the noble gentry of Jinling.

This time when the emperor went to Yingtian Mansion, he not only named many high-ranking officials and dignitaries to accompany him, but also brought along his concubine Jia, who happened to be on the way to visit her relatives.

The official road had been cleared early, and pedestrians were puzzled until they saw the emperor's guard of honor coming out.

Everyone watched curiously. In the carriage in the center, Yuanchun raised a corner of the curtain, feeling very good.

She could finally do something to help her family instead of worrying about it. It turned out that a disaster was coming in the Jia family. Fortunately, her ancestors protected her...

---

"A big event is about to happen, and we will once again shock the entire Six Dynasties."

Li Yu seemed a little excited. Beside him, Xuan Hu Bai Mao had a lazy expression and didn't even have the energy to turn his eyelids. Zuo Ci was also very calm.

"Hey, aren't you excited?"
To be continued...