The entire battlefield was silent!

The name Huang seems to have a special magic!

For a moment, all the lords of all the troops, including all the coalition leaders present, looked at the figures on Yanjing City, with silver masks overlooking all living beings, and they all opened their mouths quietly.

The eyes were filled with strong vibrations, and even breathing seemed to have completely forgotten it in subconsciously.

shortage……

This person is actually Huang?

How is this possible!!

Even when the Han Palace was in the battle of the Great Daju Islands that day, the desolation of the true body had never appeared from beginning to end, and now he chose to appear in Yanjing!

Could it be...

Did Ji's Great Yan Dynasty and the Huang Han Palace secretly form a private alliance?!!

...

"Lord, the Great Xia Dynasty and the Han Palace have always been a good water that does not interfere with the rivers. Does the Han Palace have to choose to stand up for the Great Yan Dynasty today and forcibly wading through this muddy water, and make a grudge against the Great Xia Dynasty?"

"Have you considered clearly what the consequences of doing this today will be?"

After walking out of the shock and fading, Wuhen, who was the lord of Shangqing Palace, took a deep breath, then looked at Wang Zixian on Yanjing City, and arched his hands slightly and suddenly said in a deep voice.

"So what?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zixian's voice began to gradually become colder, and his tone was instantly filled with a kind of coldness and sternity.

He hated threats from others the most in his life, especially being threatened by others in front of others!

Holding the anger in his heart, Wuhen still refused to give up easily and said in a deep voice again: "As long as the Lord Huang chooses to lead the army of the Han Palace to retreat now, the Daxia Dynasty can be regarded as nothing has happened, and can even form an ally with the Han Palace. How about it?"

"No, if you have the ability, just let the horse come here today!"

"you……"

Facing Wang Zixian's soft and hard work, Wuhen's tone suddenly stopped, and his whole expression suddenly became gloomy.

The two hanging hands couldn't help but clench tightly, and for a moment they fell into a dilemma.

It’s not right to advance, nor to retreat.

joke!

If a Huang came, he would easily give up Yan Jing, who was about to be at his fingertips. This was simply impossible!

If he just withdrew his troops in shame, he would never spare himself easily when he went back to the Houdijing. I am afraid that even his reputation as the lord of the Shangqing Palace will be destroyed directly.

But if we choose to continue the attack, how should the army of Han Palace's battle formation under Yanjing City be cracked?

Although I don’t know what happened just now, the strength of the Han Palace’s battle formation army suddenly became much weaker, but Wuhen never believed that Huang Dao blatantly led this Han Palace army alone into the Dongxuan Domain and would not have the confidence to do so!

The most important thing is that the Han Palace army under the capital of Yanjing did not show any fatigue, and the breath was always long and long. It was obviously still reserved and did not use all its strength.

If the Han Palace army was deliberately showing the enemy as weak, and once the terrifying combat power was revealed at the beginning, how would it end with the main army that is now less than 150,000 in his hands?

...

At this moment, all the leaders of the other coalition camps on the battlefield looked at Wuhen in the air at the same time. It was obvious that what Wuhen was thinking was exactly what they were thinking, and now he was preparing to use the Daxia Dynasty as the backbone.

Wuhen naturally felt the gaze of these coalition leaders. His pair of hands, who were clenching tightly, stared at Yan Jingcheng, which was close to him, and was silently calculating the strength comparison between the enemy and us.

Nowadays, the number of coalition forces of all parties on the entire battlefield is almost 400,000.

If all of them pounced on him in one go, could they eat the Han Palace army under Yanjing City in one breath?

Wuhen couldn't help but ask himself in his heart over and over again...

Seeing Wuhen on the battlefield suddenly no movement, Wang Zixian on the Yanjing City was naturally happy to see it. He also chose to hold his troops still, which was just enough to delay time and wait for the subsequent arrival of the Daluo Army and the Wanxiang Army.

Although he personally led a thousand white-robed troops, he was not afraid of hundreds of thousands of coalition forces from all the forces below.

However, once a decisive battle really breaks out, Wang Zixian cannot guarantee that the ten thousand Yanjing defenders on the battlefield will survive, and it is also impossible to guarantee that the coalition forces that can stop all directions from attacking Yanjing.

Moreover, the plan that Wang Zixian was originally planning to let Zhang He lead an army of the Great Yan Dynasty to cooperate with him also failed with the appearance of more than a dozen innate dragon-turning powerhouses in the direction of the coalition forces.

The 1,000-level blood-moving white robe can barely condense thousands of battle patterns in Zhang He's hands. Wang Zixian could not imagine how many battle patterns could be condensed in Zhang He's hands...

In the strange atmosphere of both sides on the battlefield, time passed minute by minute!

All the people around the world who are paying attention to this war, looking at the battlefield that suddenly became quiet in the picture, could not help but feel a little scrutinized.

The shots in the battlefield scene are too far from Yanjing City, and the words Wang Zixian just said did not use spiritual power to bless him, so people don’t understand what happened on the battlefield at all.

But even so, the scene in front of you still brought a strong shock and impact to countless people around the world!

The reinforcements of the Han Palace vanguard troops, which were only a few thousand armies, actually forced the attack of hundreds of thousands of troops of coalition forces from all sides to stop.

A thousand people fought there, as if it was an insurmountable natural chasm, shocking the coalition forces of all parties to avoid stepping forward and crossing the thunder pool.

Is the Han Palace now so powerful?

"Guru——"

"Why did I suddenly have a premonition that the disaster of the Great Yan Dynasty today may end with the defeat of the coalition forces of all parties?"

"It's too early to say this now. Haven't you seen the subsequent Han Palace army from beginning to end?"

"And after experiencing the bloody battle just now, the Han Palace vanguard army on the battlefield seemed to be exhausted."

"Just relying on the exhausted army of the Han Palace, even if the ancient marching and combat formation method is against the will of heaven, it is impossible for hundreds of thousands of coalition troops to rush forward!"

"Hiss--So, Ji's Great Yan Dynasty still cannot escape the misfortune today?"

"That depends on how quickly the subsequent reinforcements of the Han Palace arrived..."

For a moment, all the people in the world who were still paying attention to this war couldn't help but hold their breath, and their hearts were directly raised to their throats.

They did not have the battlefield situation awareness of all the coalition leaders on the scene.

From the battlefield scene just now, they only saw that the Han Palace had thousands of white-robed vanguard army, and their overall strength suddenly became much weaker. More than a dozen peak powerful men from the coalition forces joined forces and directly stopped the battle front of the Han Palace army.

Therefore, they were really afraid that the hundreds of thousands of coalition troops left on the battlefield would suddenly and rush towards Yan Jing at any cost.

Half an hour is about to pass...

However, Wuhen, the Lord of Shangqing Palace in the air, had his eyes as dark as water, and he still couldn't make up his mind.

He dare not gamble!

At present, half of the 150,000 main army left by the Daxia Dynasty are elites from the Shangqing Palace under his command. Once the battle is defeated, all of them will be reimbursed here, and then his Shangqing Palace will lose all the capital to gain a foothold.

However, as time went by, Wang Zixian on Yanjing couldn't help but feel nervous.

The statute of limitations for the one thousand white-robed troops is about to pass, but the two legions of Daluo and Vientiane Army are still missing!

Wang Zixian knew very well that the hundreds of thousands of coalition troops outside Yan Jing were not shocked by his reputation, but with the powerful fighting spirit power that exploded from a thousand white-robed troops, it intimidated hundreds of thousands of coalition troops not daring to cross the thunder pool half a step.

If the time limit for the one thousand white-robed troops has arrived and the Daluo army and the Vientiane Army have not arrived yet, then the coalition forces of all forces that have lost their deterrence will definitely pounce on them frantically and tear the entire Yanjing into pieces!

Under this tense and exciting atmosphere, every minute and every second seems to feel the torment of living like the year.

Just when the effective time limit of the one thousand white-robed army time card was about to run out of the last second, Wang Zixian had already made the worst plan in his heart.

Sudden--

Two majestic shouts like muffled thunder, like timely rain, suddenly burst into the sky behind the entire battlefield.

boom--

"The Daluo Army in the Han Palace is here, who dares to fight!"

"The Han Palace's army is coming, and the troops are retreating!"

Listening to the two extremely familiar voices coming from the sky, Wang Zixian felt relieved, as if he had suddenly removed tens of millions of kilograms of gravity.

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Chapter completed!