Chapter 654 The Destruction of the Legion

Mu Fusang was furious and immediately sent someone to intercept him. Unexpectedly, a day later, Lu Ju, who was sent, came back with a disgraced face. He said that after catching up with his father, he was attacked by Gui Yan Chu's sniper. Chu had always had prestige in the army, and the three-threaring soldiers suddenly didn't know what to do. After two battles, he retreated.

He watched Gui Yanchu swagger away with his fathers.

Mu Fusang was as dull as a wooden chicken. He didn't expect that Chu would come to this hand and suddenly took away his most powerful offensive force. But there is nothing I can do now, so I have to rely on the Iron Blade Legion to gnaw hard.

First, they neatly defeated the attack of several small tribes around them, and then met the army of Xia Yu, a famous general of the Xia tribe, in the eastern suburbs of Yudu. The Xia tribe has fought with the Sanmiao people for so many years. There are fewer and fewer soldiers, but their combat effectiveness is getting stronger and stronger. The 5,000 soldiers of Xiajiao fought with Mufu mulberry blood * for three days, and the Iron Blade Legion lost 3,000 people, which can be regarded as a result of repelling Xiajia.

Since then, the Xia tribe did not send a large army to block it. It is estimated that Yudu fought a battle. Xia Kun also knew that the iron blade army was difficult to gnaw and did not want to consume his strength. However, Mufusang did not dare to take the road. He drilled into the dense forest of the wild and headed for the mountain of cypress. The snow in the dense forest melted, the branches were not open, and the supply was extremely difficult. They were not familiar with the terrain, and from time to time there were attacks by the Xia tribe. They lost thousands of people and arrived at the mountain of cypress, leaving only more than 5,000 people left.

Since following Shaoqiu Dong, the Iron Blade Legion has been eating and drinking spicy food along the way. Who dares to harass the big and small tribes along the way? I didn't expect that Mu Fusang would suffer such a major setback in just more than ten days. The soldiers were discouraged and their morale was low.

After walking for a few more days, he arrived at the foot of Tongbai Mountain. Nanjiao City was like a huge iron key in front of him.

Mu Fusang had a dying heart for a long time. He knew that if he didn't open Nanjiao City, his 5,000 people would die without a burial place, so he waved his troops to attack. Nanjiao City is easy to defend and difficult to attack. After losing more than 1,000 lives in a row, they broke through the outermost castle, and then they chased the defeated army into the Valley of Divine Water.

The nightmare of the Iron Blade Legion has finally begun.

Less than ten miles into the Valley of Divine Water, suddenly the defeated army in front of him disappeared without a trace, and the depths of the valley were cloudy and mysterious. Mu Fusang knew that it was wrong and immediately ordered to turn around. Unexpectedly, the retreat of Gukou was blocked. As soon as he retreated, thousands of sharp arrows on the mountain shot in, and the Xia tribe also made a lot of money. Each arrow was covered with the water of rotten gods, and it could not break through at all.

Mu Fusang lamented: If the fathers are still there, how can he be embarrassed by these small arrowheads?

But there was nothing I could do when it came, so I had to rush into the depths of the valley. Maybe I could find a way out?

But since the Xia tribe paid such a great price to introduce them into this strange valley, how can they escape? The Iron Blade Legion groped forward. The steam in the valley was so thick that they were almost wet. At that time, they didn't care and went straight forward. Unexpectedly, suddenly, countless invisible killers condensed in the air. No human figure could be seen at all. By sensing, we could know that there was a person around him waving a sword to kill him, but he could neither see the sword nor anyone. The soldiers cut with their knives, and even if they cut the water mist in a mess, they could not kill them. As if fighting with a group of invisible ghosts, thousands of soldiers were strangled.

Mu Fusang advanced and retreated. Finally, he took more than a thousand people left in the legion against the mountain wall and fought to the death. Seeing that the soldiers around him were killed one by one by the invisible blade, Mu Fusang couldn't help scolding angrily and stirring the summer carp out to fight to the death.

After scolding for a long time, the valley echoed, but no one answered.

Another touch of blood splashed on Mu Fusang's face. He roared, "Xia Kun, it turns out that your Xia tribe is so timid. How is it different from snakes and rats? Today, Mu Fusang will definitely die, but the reputation of your Xia tribe's coward and fear of war will make our three dangerous tribes always be forced--"

"Mu Fusang," a crisp voice suddenly came from the thick clouds, like a child giggling, "You have seen the bloody courage of my Xia clan warriors as early as a few days ago. I killed 5,000 men and you couldn't get in. Where was your courage at that time? You are in the name of a wise man, do things recklessly, don't know how to lead troops, and rush forward in a situation where you are not familiar with the terrain at all. I'm afraid that you will be scolded in the next three crises. It is Huandou who chose the wrong person, not the strategy of our Xia tribe!"

Mu Fusang was stunned and shouted coldly, "Who are you? Have the courage to show up!"

"Well, my Xia tribe is a hero. Although you are reckless and ignorant, you are also a hero. Since you are going to die, why let you know in whose hands you died?" The crisp voice in the valley replied.

As soon as the voice fell, on the peak on the west side, the thick fog slowly dissipated, but on a prominent platform on the hillside of the deep valley, there was a statue-like figure that did not move, as if it was integrated with the mountain stone, and only the burning eyes shone in the shadow. He was silent for too long, and a spider made a web on his robe.

The sun shines through the cracks in the rock and shines on a man's face, but he is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old white teenager, wearing a pair of exquisite crocodile leather armor, wearing a blue silk robe outside, without a head, and his eyes are rumbled, which is extremely lively.

Mu Fusang is blind and can't see this person. Lu Ju told him a story, and Mu Fusang was shocked. Was he defeated by this teenager?

"Who are you?" Mu Fusang said in a low voice.

"I'm an unknown young person." The teenager replied with a smile, "He is twenty-seven years old, and he is not yet married. He is the least talented servant in the Xia tribe. The biggest wish of every day is to lie on the treetops and bask in the sun in the morning. In the afternoon, when I saw someone's dog fat, I stole it and killed it and cooked it. At night, I lay under the quilt and fell in love with the saint. Mr. Mu, what else do you want to know?

Mu Fusang was so angry that he vomited blood. Xia Kun didn't show his face, but let a hairy child make him angry. A trick must be a trick.

"Unknown junior? Humph, let your adult come here quickly. Mu Fusang is not talented. He wants to ask him about the gains and losses of this battle.

"My lord?" The teenager said regretfully, "He is in Yudu. I'm afraid you won't see him before you die. As for asking for advice, I'm the one who is fighting with you these days. Just say whatever you want!"

"You?" Mu Fusang was immediately stunned. Although he can't see it, he knows from his voice that the teenager is still young and seems to be tired and naughty. Is the series of tricks that have been stubbornly resisting, seducing and ambushing these days all his idea?

"Yes!" The teenager smiled and said, "Mr. Mu, although you are so wise, you are alone, and you have been confused for a long time. You just want to cross the road and escape to Sanmiao. How can you observe it clearly when you are impatient? You northern tribes are not familiar with Tongbai Mountain. You can only judge the path by questioning the soldiers captured on the battlefield, but you don't know that you have already arranged dead men to be deliberately captured by you, pretend to live, and offer you this dead road. Hey, Mr. Mu, if you are calm and ask a few more prisoners to prove it, you can see through my plan. Unfortunately, you want to escape, but you are close to death. Who's complaining?"

"You--" Mu Fusang suddenly became dumb, and his forehead was sweating coldly. Unexpectedly, this 14-year-old teenager was so terrible that he counted himself, an old fox.

"Who the hell are you?" He shouted loudly.

"Mr. Jiaomu learned that he was the eldest son of Nan Yuejun." The teenager replied.

"Si Wenming... Xia Kun's son..." Mu Fusang muttered and suddenly laughed miserably, "Xia Kun gave birth to a son like this, and I was not wronged!"

Mufusang is a counselor of Huandou. He always pays attention to the trend of the wilderness. Even if he is thousands of miles away from the three crises, he has heard of the reputation of Shi Wenming. Nothing else, just because this teenager is really strange!

Xia Kun is famous, and it is higher than Huandou and Yu Gifu in the ranking of the peak masters in the wilderness, second only to Hou Yi, the god of war. However, in the past three years, outsiders have talked about the Xia tribe, and more about it is not Xia Kun, but his son, Li Wenming.