Xuanxia

Chapter 894: One Win and One Lose

For Tiele, meeting Fu Qingzhou here was nothing short of a horror story.

Fu Qingzhou is here, so where did Yan Duna's ancestral power come from?

It was a trap. He and Huoyal knew it was a trap from the beginning.

But...how could Fu Qingzhou control the Ancestral Hall to emit such tremendous power from hundreds of miles away?
No matter which possibility it is, it all points to the same answer...

Huo Yaer is in Yandu, and I'm afraid he won't be able to rely on the power of the Ancestral Hall to fight the enemy!

Tiele's heart sank.

His broadsword collided heavily with the flying spear tip, and the sword and the spear exploded at the same time.

The flying iron fragments exploded like smoke and dust, instantly piercing countless soldiers around and seriously injuring them, causing screams.

Fu Qingzhou also groaned and used his true energy to protect his body, but he was also shocked and retreated several feet.

But when he raised his head again, Tiele was gone.

"The whole army retreats!"

The next moment, Tiele's voice came from a distance.

The sound waves rolled and drowned out the battlefield, and soon, the sound of trumpets rang out in the Beiyi army camp.

The Northern Barbarians, who had already been surrounded, began to retreat quickly.

Of course, their retreat was not easy.

The Northern Frontier Army and the Flying Bear Tribe had surrounded them. For them, they had to break out before retreating.

Breakout...

How to break through?

At this moment, despair appeared on the face of every Northern Barbarian soldier.

However, their despair did not last long.

A moment later, a lot of screams were heard, and countless soldiers and horses were blown away from the rear of the Beiyi army. Those people were even the most elite heavy cavalry of the Northern Frontier Army!

"I will personally lead you to break through and clear the way!"

"My men, follow me and fight!"

Tiele's voice sounded again, even more violent and arrogant than before.

For a moment, the Beiyi soldiers, who were already in low spirits, cheered loudly. Their morale suddenly soared, and they even fought more vigorously. In a retreat and breakout, they managed to give off a momentum like a charge.

At this time, Hong Ruohai had fallen back to the ground.

With the support of several personal soldiers, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, pinched his severed right hand with his left hand, compared it with the broken part of his forearm, and found that it seemed difficult to reconnect it, so he sighed.

"Marshal, the Northern Barbarians are about to retreat. Should we chase them?" A man who looked like a staff officer approached and asked.

Hong Ruohai shook his head: "Don't chase after desperate enemies. The hinterland of the Northern Barbarians is vast and deep. We have too many people and the boat is too big to turn around... We have to eat one bite at a time. We can just give them a symbolic chase."

"Yes."

The staff officer clasped his fists and left.

On the other side, Fu Qingzhou stood there, gasping for breath and covered in cold sweat.

This time when he returned to the secular world, he had the upper hand in several consecutive battles and even displayed his supernatural power outside the tomb of the founder of Qiluo Palace. He once thought that his strength was enough to rank among the best in the world.

But after a couple of encounters with Tiele today, he realized that he was still a little bit lacking.

The seriously injured Tiele could suppress me with just a casual blow even though I was trying my best to deal with him.

Not only that, after the two brief exchanges, the true energy in his body had already been exhausted, and he needed to recuperate through breathing, but Tiele...

He actually turned around and tried to break out again!
I am still quite a distance away from becoming a strong person of this level.

The battle was still going on. Tiele led a group of Northern Barbarians to abandon the camp and flee. The Northern Frontier Army chased after them, but the Feixiong tribe did not follow. Fu Qingzhou clearly saw Daiqin leading a group of his men towards Hong Ruohai.

This is not surprising.

The northern barbarians who have just switched sides must hurry and hold on to their thighs.

Fu Qingzhou let out a light breath.

We failed to keep Tiele...but at least we won the battle.

Tiele must have discovered his identity and noticed that Yandu had changed, which is why he rushed back in such a hurry.

but……

He suddenly realized something.

Fu Qingzhou looked towards the north with a slightly strange expression.

At some point, the green light that shot up into the sky from Yandu disappeared.

He thought about it, stretched out his hand and waved it. A small yellow paper crane flew out from his sleeve, flapping its wings and slowly flew towards Hong Ruohai, while he himself... had disappeared on the spot.

……

Yandu. Ayiguli fell down and sat down under the ancestral statue, looking at the old figure in front of her, she was so scared that she dared not even breathe.

Huo Yaer had his back to her, looking forward.

Not far ahead was a square filled with unconscious people.

Ling Haojie and three other instructors from the Sword Academy sat down in the crowd in pain, struggling to get up but unable to.

Gong Yangxunyan was lying not far away. He was still breathing and his chest was still rising and falling, but he looked extremely injured. Even the red flower that he had always pinned to his temples had fallen off.

Only Dong Qianran and Zhangsun Jiansu were still able to stand.

However, it was just barely enough.

Both of them had disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and bloodstains on their faces and bodies. Although they remained proud and graceful, their dishevelled appearance was unmistakable.

Only Huoyal seemed fine.

She held the bone staff and laughed coldly, "Dean Dong, Senior Sister Changsun, now...what are you going to do?"

In the duel between several powerful men in Yandu, the situation has changed drastically in just two quarters of an hour.

But actually...it's simple.

Ayiguli loosened her hand and the fang of the ancestral bear fell. Fu Qingzhou used this object to resonate with the ancestral temple, so naturally it lost its effect.

Thus, Huoyal regained control of the Ancestral Temple.

Her strength returned to its peak almost instantly... no, it should be said that it broke through the peak!
She was previously being suppressed, but she reversed the situation in a flash.

Dong Qianran's sword was far away from Yanguo and its power was slightly weakened, so it could not be fully utilized.

Changsun Jiansu's Jian Zhenqin... Huo Yaer knows her very well. Once her power is strong enough, it will be difficult for Jian Zhenqin to cause any real harm to her.

What's more, this place is full of caves. Even if you have magical weapons, how can you defeat the Xuanxing strongman who is protected by the power of ancestral spirits?
So, even though everyone used all their skills, they were still defeated by Huoyar.

"Huo Yaer..."

The sleeve of Dong Qianran's right hand had been shattered, and her entire arm was covered in blood, but she still held the sword stubbornly and said calmly: "You may be able to kill us today, but Beiyi will definitely die."

"so what?"

Unexpectedly, Huo Yaer was not moved at all, and said calmly: "As long as the Ancestral Hall is still there, it doesn't matter whether this is the Yi Kingdom, the Meng Kingdom, or the Jue Kingdom... What name does it have to make a difference?"

Dong Qianran frowned slightly.

Changsun Jiansu sighed lightly, she hugged Jian Zhenqin tightly, and put her ten fingers on the strings.

"In this case, let's burn it all together."

Her graceful eyes were filled with determination, and she said slowly: "At least, I don't have to see you destroy Qiluo Palace in person."

But in response, Huoyal just sneered.

"Destroy everything?"

She slowly raised the bone staff: "You also need this... huh?"

Suddenly, she noticed something and tilted her head.

Then, Huo Yaer's face suddenly calmed down.

She swung her staff violently, but it was not an attack, but...

A feeling of clarity and purity spread across the square, and the next moment, the unconscious people in the square woke up one by one.

Dong Qianran and Zhangsun Jiansu looked stern.

While those ordinary Northern Yi people were still confused, Zuleiha, who was also unconscious in the square, suddenly woke up. Before he could figure out what was going on, he had already seen Huoyal.

"Great Shaman!"

She bowed quickly.

Not only her, but also the shamans who were blown away in the ancestral temple before were awakened and saluted Huoyar.

"Well, these people are from Yanguo."

Huo Yaer pointed at Dong Qianran and the others and said, "They are all seriously injured. Capture them... Don't underestimate them. We need to borrow the power of the Ancestral Hall."

Zulaiha turned his gaze towards Dong Qianran and the others, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "Yes!"

Dong Qianran and Changsun Jiansu looked at each other and both sighed.

Huoyar ignored them, sneered, turned around and glanced at Aiguli.

Aiguli was already frightened silly and sat on the ground, at a loss as to what to do.

"You helped that person and did a great thing..."

Huo Yaer said coldly: "In this case, you can go with me to see him."

After saying that, she waved her sleeves, and her body turned into a gust of wind, sweeping Aiguli away. In an instant, she soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

(End of this chapter)