What Ye Xiao'e was thinking about was the mother who stayed at home and the safety of the Marquis of Weining.

What Ning Zheng was most worried about was that the prince would take advantage of the situation to ascend the throne and become the next Jin emperor.

Xia Sheng was considering the overall situation in Luoyang, Kyoto, as well as the encirclement and suppression of Dajin by the three forces of the demon clan, barbarian clan and grassland people.

As for Bi Qingwen, only one person's name echoed in his mind.

Qin Yan.

If the Qin family rebelled, then how can the young master be safe?

Faced with the conquest of the imperial guards, the Judgment Department, and many children of aristocratic families, how did the young master break through?

He was more anxious than anyone else, more eager than ever, and he wanted to be able to escape thousands of miles in a flash, just to protect the young master.

In this way, Xia Sheng, Ye Xiao'e, Ning Zheng and Bi Qingwen headed north all the way, pointing at Luoyang.

Chen Zhong led a large army of 50,000 troops from the Thorn Army to march eastward, and his destination was of course Bujushan, where the Chunqiu Academy was located.

Since the early morning sacrifice ceremony, the longest day of the Dajin Dynasty has finally come to an end.

The cold sunset has disappeared in the sky. When night falls, it gently covers the top of Buju Mountain, covering a trace of tragic aura, but it cannot hide the sound of killing in the mountains.

The 100,000 iron-blooded men of the barbarians had crushed the mountain gate of the academy, stepped through the thick bluestone bricks on the mountain road, and killed them to the side of the mountain.

The mountains are full of corpses of spirit beasts, and broken courtyard clothes soaked in blood and dust can be seen everywhere. Every moment, someone is dying, either a barbarian or a student of the Chunqiu Academy. The strong smell of blood permeates the Buju Mountain, and no matter how wild the mountain wind is, it cannot be blown away.

The barbarian army was like a black wave, and it was simply out of sight, eroding the century-old glory of the Spring and Autumn Academy step by step.

The academy teachers suffered heavy casualties and suffered heavy casualties. They retreated again and again, retreated from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and then retreated from the mountainside to the front floor of the mountaintop, and finally retreated without any retreat.

Once the barbarian warriors reach the top, they will be smooth.

Not far away, several more spiritual rays were extinguished. The disciples of the Spirit Academy died tragically under the biting of thousands of insects.

A water curtain-shaped wall of light was shattered from the middle by a flag head. More than a dozen long swords broke at the same time, making a desperate cry. It was the sword formation formed by disciples of the Martial Arts Academy.

The war on the left was the most tragic, because it was under the impact of the strongest Cangshan Banner, the most elite barbarians. Most of the scholars and academicians in the academy were concentrated there, and they used their bodies to form the last priest before the vast craze, hoping to protect the last dignity of the academy.

The right wing kept ringing with dull golden sounds, countless iron chains were broken into scum, and countless red sticks were burned into coke. At this moment, all the strong men from the Ministry of Justice and the Judgment Department were no longer distinguished from each other, and they advanced and retreated, lived and died together with the teachers and students of the academy, but they were not the Chunqiu Academy, but the Dajin.

As the only respected and powerful man in the Spring and Autumn Academy today and the only vice president, Hu Shuo naturally rushed to the front as soon as the battle started.

He used the sword in his hand and three blue glows in his spiritual orifice to block the most enemies. In addition to the three priests and five flag heads, there were at least thousands of barbarians who died in his hands!

But as Chen Zhong said, in the war between 100,000 people, the personal power is too tiny.

No matter how dazzling the martial arts talisman on Hu Shuo’s wrist is, there will be a moment of dimness. No matter how vast the world in Hu Shuo’s spiritual orifice is, it will eventually be when it is exhausted and collapsed.

No matter how small the injury is, it will kill people if they accumulate too much.

No matter how hot the blood is, it will fall down if it flows too much.

Hu Shuo never hoped to win this war with his own strength, but he knew that Xia Sheng would come back and bring Zhenguo and the army back, so all he needed to do was to hold on until that moment.

From the setting sun to the falling night, Hu Shuo had been holding on for almost two hours. From beginning to end, he did not hide his own personal power, but exerted ten percent of his power. By now, the long sword in his hand was covered with fine cracks, as if it would break from the middle at any time. The dazzling spiritual light on his body had become extremely weak and was about to be extinguished.

Can he wait until Xia Sheng leads troops to help?

Maybe, I can't wait...

Hu Shuo gritted his teeth, his face was ferocious, and his heart was full of reluctance.

If Tang Zi'an was still alive, if Wei Qiuyue was not missing, if hundreds of elites in the academy were not buried after the spring examination, if the Ministry of Justice and the Judgment Department did not harm so many students, if the mountain guard formation was still there, if...

Now, it's too late.

The sword in Hu Shuo's hand became heavier and heavier, and the blood flowed on his body became more and more. But after all, he was a powerful man of the supreme level. Every time he set out a sword, he could always make four or five strong men of the barbarian army buried with Bujushan.

Until the next moment, all the enemies in front of Hu Shuo suddenly circled around, and a middle-aged man with a majestic and long hair draped over his shoulders came to him, which was enough to make him lose all his thoughts.

From the beginning of the war, Hu Shuo tried to find this man, because as long as he was killed, he could cause chaos in the morale of the barbarian army and create the most favorable situation for the victory of mankind.

Unfortunately, Hu Shuo killed three priests and five flag heads one after another, and this man did not appear in front of him.

Until now.

Until Hu Shuo was far inferior to his peak.

Hu Shuo bent his waist slightly and looked up at the man's deep eyes, as if he saw a towering mountain standing between heaven and earth, so unshakable and so awe-inspiring.

Just like his name.

Cangshan.

The barbarians only have one holy rank, which is their high priest Chi Nuyan, so Cangshan is not a holy rank.

But even so, Hu Shuo is no longer a match for the Barbarian King.

The arrival of Cangshan was just to see the end of the Spring and Autumn Academy, to see the end of Buju Mountain, and then to the Dajin Dynasty.

But what Cangshan didn't expect was that after seeing him, the human in front of him did not show any fear or despair, but instead smiled slightly.

"So you're really here."

After saying this, Hu Shuo did not hesitate at all. A pair of ink-colored feathers behind him shook their strength. The long sword in his hand burst out with the greatest glory and rushed directly towards Cangshan.

Seeing this, Cangshan couldn't help but frown slightly. Both of them were respectful strong men. Faced with Hu Shuo's near-death attack, he still did not dare to underestimate him. The most important thing was that he did not expect that even if he had reached the verge of exhaustion, this human strong man could stab such a perfect sword.

Therefore, the next moment, Cangshan pulled out the long flag that belonged to him from his sleeve. Cangshan totem appeared and took a step back secretly, preparing to give up Hu Shuo's sword.

But then, the most unexpected scene happened.

Hu Shuo's sword did not touch the corner of Cangshan's clothes, but was easily flashed by the opponent. However, after the sword fell, Hu Shuo did not turn around, but moved forward with the sword, or in other words, he went downward and rushed towards the barbarian army behind Cangshan!

Seeing this, Cangshan was stunned. When he came to his senses, Hu Shuo had already set out a straight bloody path among the thousands of barbarian warriors. With just one sword, he returned from the top of the mountain to the back of the mountain!

Wherever the sword edge was, it was the clamp of the original academy guarding formation!
Chapter completed!