The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

scoff!

The spiritual power flowed through Cao Er's body, and he swung his sword with a sword-like glow.

He swung out with both palms, but found that he could not block the sword light from Cao Er. His face changed drastically and he kept retreating.

The area above his shoulder was finally injured by Cao Er's sword. Blood gushed out and there was shock in the depths of his eyes.

He didn't expect that Cao Er had been fighting for such a long time and his spiritual power was still so abundant, and he could still burst out such a powerful attack.

"Sima Xingyuan, it seems that your cultivation has remained stagnant for so many years?" Cao Er had a playful look on his face.

If he had not received the "Jueying Divine Art" taught by Ye Feng, his level of cultivation would naturally not have been able to improve and would have been stuck.

"Just wait, it won't be long before you are sure to die." Sima Xingyuan's old face was ferocious and his heart was filled with anger.

No one expected that Cao Er not only survived, but his cultivation also showed signs of breaking through to the third-grade grandmaster level. If he is not eliminated soon, he will become a serious threat in the future.

"So, you are ready to run away? Don't you care about the lives of those soldiers of your Great Jin Dynasty?"

Cao Er raised his head and looked at Sima Xingyuan opposite him. The other party was also a late-stage second-grade grandmaster. If the other party was determined to escape, he would have no means to kill him.

When Cao Er spoke, he deliberately raised his voice, and his voice continued to echo over the entire Tianyun City. He just wanted to let the soldiers of the Great Jin Dynasty know that Sima Xingyuan had escaped with his tail between his legs.

"Just wait!"

Sima Xingyuan naturally knew that Cao Er’s purpose was to disrupt the morale of the army.

But he had no choice now.

If he continued to stay, not only would he not be able to defeat Cao Er on the opposite side, but he would also most likely be caught by Cao Er.

You know, Cao Er is a top killer assassin.

Once a flaw is revealed in front of him, it will not be as simple as getting hurt.

woohoo...

Sima Xingyuan's spiritual power surged throughout his body, and without any hesitation, he turned around and fled towards the distant Dajin Dynasty.

Cao Er did not chase after Sima Xingyuan. With his current cultivation level, he was not able to kill a late-stage second-grade grandmaster who wanted to escape.

However, the many soldiers of the Jin Dynasty who were originally fighting against the Song Dynasty became panic-stricken when they heard the news that Sima Xingyuan had escaped.

"General Zeng, it seems the emperor's uncle really escaped?"

Beside Zeng Yimin, Wang Shulin was beside him and said something softly.

"Damn it? These losers from the Sima family."

Zeng Yimin muttered something when he heard this.

Full of anger.

Seeing that the 150,000 troops he brought with him were now reduced to more than 30,000, he became dejected even though he was fighting with the enemy.

He raised his head and looked at Sima Tang on the other side, and found that the guy, holding a spear, turned around and fled with many soldiers around him.

It turned out that when Sima Tang saw Sima Xingyuan fleeing, he acted decisively without any hesitation. He gave an order and started to flee with an army of more than 40,000.

"Retreat, back to Sanyang Pass!"

Zeng Yimin understood very well that they had lost this battle, and lost completely.

If he continues to stay, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The only 30,000 troops he has left will be wiped out.

Hua Hua Hua...

Following Zeng Yimin's order, more than 30,000 soldiers jumped down from the wall of Tianyun City recklessly and fled.

"Want to run?"

Kong Qi and Wu Teng saw that Zeng Yimin wanted to escape. They had been fighting for such a long time, so there was no way they would let Zeng Yimin escape easily. They immediately rushed forward and attacked with spears.

"Go away!"

Zeng Yimin knew very well in his heart that if he was held back by the other party in the current situation, he would be dead. The spiritual power in his body immediately flowed wildly. He grabbed the spear with all his strength and swept it out suddenly, repelling Kong Qi and Wu Teng at the same time.

call out!

At this critical moment, Huang Tong's old eyes not far away were filled with cold murderous intent, and he finally seized the opportunity.

"shoot with great precision!"

With both hands holding the tiger bone bow, he gathered his spiritual power and shot the arrow with a sound of breaking through the air, directly towards Zeng Yimin's chest.

"what!"

Zeng Yimin suddenly came to his senses and wanted to dodge, but found it was too late. His pupils suddenly contracted and he kept backing away.

The arrow pierced through his right shoulder, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and jumped down from the city wall.

"Get out!"

Zeng Yimin stepped on the pile of corpses under his feet, feeling unwilling in his heart.

He led an army of 150,000 and was determined to retake Tianyun City, but he did not expect to lose more than 100,000 soldiers in less than two days.

"Want to run? Take my arrow!"

Huang Tong held the tiger bone bow and saw Zeng Yimin was hit by an arrow. Without any hesitation, he shot three arrows in succession.

Wow!

Zeng Yimin was hit by an arrow in the back again. He staggered and without any hesitation, he led his army in a mad retreat.

ah ah ah ah...

Seeing Sima Tang and Zeng Yimin fleeing with the remaining troops, the remaining soldiers of the Song Dynasty on the city wall all cheered.

They were covered in blood, and everyone's face was tired, but their expressions revealed unparalleled momentum.

At this moment, even the army of King Dongxuan brought by Kong Qi began to cheer.

But this battle was really brutal.

Of Wu Jie's more than 100,000 Changlin troops, only more than 20,000 are left now. After a series of battles, the 100,000 troops brought by Kong Qi are only more than 40,000 left.

Of the more than 30,000 troops brought by Yang Zaixing and Zhong Feihua, only more than 10,000 people were left. Huang Tong's 30,000 archers finally ran out of arrows, and they all fought hand-to-hand, and only more than 10,000 people were left.

Zhang Tai led more than 30,000 soldiers to defend the city, but only about 10,000 were left.

There were piles of corpses all over the city.

Wu Jie clutched the spear in his hand, blood kept dripping down, and his eyes were filled with sighs.

Since ancient times, how many soldiers can return alive after being reviewed in the autumn on the battlefield?

He has been a general for so many years.

How many soldiers did he bring with him, and how many of them could survive?

"General Zhongyong, this battle was truly a joy to fight. It demonstrated the might of our Song Dynasty soldiers." Kong Qi came to Wu Jie and expressed his admiration.

He had been with Prince Dong Xuan for many years and had always hoped that Prince Dong Xuan would become the emperor because he felt that the Song Dynasty had no hope.

Now, looking at the soldiers before him who were fighting bravely and would never retreat even if it meant dying on the battlefield, he felt only admiration in his heart.

"Oh! It's impressive, but there are more than a hundred thousand men? They are fathers, sons, or husbands!" Wu Jie couldn't help but say.

Rong Li came to Wu Jie, her clothes were stained with blood, and gently pulled Wu Jie's arm: "General, since ancient times, if there were no men like you carrying heavy loads on the frontier, how could there be peace in the rear?"

"As long as the Song Dynasty is behind us, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and are not bullied, the soldiers who died on the battlefield died for a good cause. What is there to fear?"