The white fox appeared on the battlefield, which no one in the two armies expected.

General Lian Ruo, who was standing next to Zhiyang, was staring at the white fox on the battlefield, and for a moment he had doubts in his mind.

The White Fox Formation is an original formation created by Qingqiu Queen. I have never heard of her passing this formation on to anyone else. Where did the woman in front of me get it from?

The nine-tailed white fox slowly stood up on the battlefield, bringing up a bright white light around it. But at this moment, Lian Ruo saw the problem.

Several vaguely visible figures swam around repeatedly under the white fox, and the white fox roared in the air. In an instant, the nine tails appeared. The snow-white figure covered half of the sky. They volleyed down, and the nine tails swept through thousands of soldiers and were swept away.

It was clean, but around the white fox's neck, it was surrounded by Rakshasa, as if the white fox was shackled and unable to free itself.

At this moment, the woman in white next to Lian Ruo came down lightly, holding a sword in her hand, and floated down among the soldiers.

"Coach!"

That was Zhiyang, calmly landing next to the soldiers, the sword in his hand pointing directly at the Rakshasa soldiers.

Another kind of killing surrounded Zhiyang. Facing Zhiyang, more than a dozen Rakshasa soldiers stood solemnly. Their eyes did not dare to shift, and they stared at Zhiyang in front of him. The scimitar in his hand was quietly raised, and they followed each step.

Close to Zhiyang.

"Nine Nether Cold Iron? When will Rakshasa be able to use it?" Zhiyang's eyes focused and she heard a cold voice.

"A woman, what are you afraid of? Kill!"

Seeing that Zhiyang was still motionless, the Rakshasa men finally couldn't hold it any longer, and each of them clenched the scimitar in their hands and ran towards Zhiyang.

"Humph, you're looking for death!" Zhiyang said calmly, glancing at everyone with his eyes like a knife, his expression calm.

"Coach! Be careful!"

Lian Ruo, who was on the high platform, was frightened and shouted for Zhiyang to hide.

Seeing Zhiyang again, her figure flashed like an arrow from a bow. In the blink of an eye, the sword in her hand had already met the Rakshasa's scimitar.

"Clang, clang, clang--" The scimitars in the hands of the first three people quickly fell to the ground. Then Zhiyang's figure flashed, and the long sword in his hand kept moving through the crowd. With a few simple strokes, the danger of the fox's neck was solved.

"Who is this... coach? He has such talent!"

Lian Ruo, who was standing on the high platform, held on to the railing in front of him with his hands, frowning as he looked at Zhiyang's figure, and a drop of sweat slowly fell from his forehead.

Zhiyang landed, sheathed the long sword in her hand, and hurriedly helped the soldiers around her get out of trouble. When she turned around, she saw that the fox's neck, which was originally entangled, was bitten by the Rakshasa who came back.

The scimitar in the Rakshasa's hand rotated faster and faster, and became denser and denser. More and more Rakshasa soldiers gathered together again, and before they knew it, a vortex was formed here.

Zhiyang frowned, and without any time to think about it, he flew straight away, holding a long sword in his hand, and broke into the whirlpool alone.

In the blink of an eye, Zhiyang was in it, a gray-black vortex, with silver light in it. Zhiyang turned his right hand slightly, and a white silk silk nestled in the palm of his hand. When he turned upward, the white silk silk in his hand was like a white snake.

Climb up the vortex.

With Bai Ling's strength, the long sword in her hand kept probing inside the vortex, hoping to find loopholes.

However, this vortex is very weird. Inside, there is a formation surrounded by dozens of people. However, Zhiyang has been in for a while, but he has never been able to find the formation's eye.

Bai Ling danced again, and the cold evil energy instantly emerged from Zhiyang's body. The Bai Ling in her hand glowed white as if she had received some kind of induction.

In the vortex, a glistening white silk soared out of the sky and volleyed down, instantly surrounding the vortex. At this moment, all the people on the battlefield trembled from their hearts, and that Fang Bailing seemed to

It was the fairy's skirt that lit up the entire battlefield. "Broken!"

A cooing sound seemed to wake everyone present.

The black whirlwind that originally appeared on the battlefield instantly disintegrated, and there was no longer any sword light or murderous intent.

Zhiyang stood on the spot, the white silk that was originally flying fell to the ground, and the long sword in his hand was propped on the ground.

Looking around again, fragments of white silk were scattered, and countless Rakshasa soldiers fell to the ground. The blood stained their white clothes, like a rich and colorful battlefield picture. In the vast darkness, a sassy female general, wearing white clothes and silver armor, wielding a sword

He stood with his messy and flowing hair fluttering gently in the wind, and his handsome and fair face, although stained with blood, still had a determined look in his eyes.

All the tension faded away. Zhiyang raised his eyes and looked at the people around him, then looked at the blood stained on his body, and immediately regained his energy.

His steps staggered a bit, but he still raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly:

"kill!"

In an instant, all the soldiers looked like divine beasts that judge and kill. Upon hearing Zhiyang's order, they immediately went to kill the Rakshasa.

The white fox on the battlefield also seemed to have a spiritual side, raised its head and barked, and joined the battlefield.

The Rakshasa army was ambushed by Zhiyang in Tuoyue Stream. The entire army was beaten like this before they could recover. This was the time when they were most vulnerable.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhiyang led the army to fight. As the commander, she rushed to the front, without waving the sword in her hand, and shuttled through the enemy troops unstoppably.

…

The afterglow of the setting sun was approaching, and the dull black was stained with a dull red color that soaked the earth. On the battlefield, the smoke was still burning, and several teams of soldiers were cleaning up the remains of the deceased soldiers.

The hustle and bustle a few hours ago turned into silence now, and there was no trace of life in the vast expanse of wilderness.

"Commander, it's getting late today. This time we defeated the enemy in Tuoyue Stream and injured more than 30,000 of them."

Zhiyang stood on the high platform, staring quietly at the battlefield in the daytime, listening to Lian Ruo's report behind him.

"Well, how many of our soldiers were killed or injured?"

"Less than two hundred people!"

When he first heard about this number, Lian Ruo himself was shocked.

Today we sent out 8,000 troops and injured 30,000 of the enemy, but less than 200 of our own. What kind of military genius is this woman in front of us?

Not only had Lian Ruo never experienced such a war, it was also his first time hearing about it.

"Tomorrow we will return to the Film City. The soldiers are already tired from this attack. If Rakshasa turns around and attacks us from the south, with their tens of thousands of troops, it will be extremely disadvantageous for us. It is better for us to return to the Film City now and take repairs before pursuing us.

"

"yes!"

Now facing Zhiyang, Lian Ruo didn't complain at all, and even felt a little more admiration in his heart.

Zhiyang turned around quietly, saw that Lian Ruo had no intention of leaving, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, showed a slight smile, and asked: "General Lian, is there anything else?"

"But there is one thing. When we were in the Jiuyou Hall, the coach said that the studio was not suitable as a battlefield. Why do we have to retreat today?"

As soon as he said these words, Zhiyang smiled slightly, his eyes returned to the battlefield again, his thin lips slightly opened, and he said lightly: "The movie city is indeed not suitable for confrontation, but the premise is that the Rakshasa soldiers come in full force; today we are holding a

Yuejian defeated 30,000 enemy troops, which was almost their main force. I learned that their commander this time was so happy about his success that he suffered a big loss before he sent out troops. He must be eager for success and anxious to win the movie city

.”

"Since we are in a hurry, why don't we attack Tuoyue Stream again?"

"Is Rakshasa a fool? Will he fall into the same trap again?"

Zhiyang smiled faintly, with a slight cunningness in his eyes. Sometimes Lian Ruo seemed not to understand what the fairy in front of him was thinking. She seemed young, but she was bold in her military use and was really old-fashioned. Even if she looked at the whole

I can't find another one anywhere in the world.

"One more thing, the formation the coach used today is the White Fox Formation?"

Zhiyang had already anticipated this problem. General Lian Ruo admired the Queen of Qingqiu. How could he not know about the Queen's own formation?

"General Lian has good eyesight. This is indeed the White Fox Formation."

"But this formation was created by Queen Qingqiu. Where did the commander get it?"

Although there was respect in his words, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Zhiyang noticed something was wrong with Lian Ruo, but his expression did not change at all, and his eyes continued to look into the distance.

"General Lian, have you forgotten? I am also from Qingqiu."

Just such a simple sentence is enough to break all false conjectures.

They are both from Qingqiu, and Zhiyang's appearance is not much different from that of the original Qingqiu lady. After careful consideration, I should have an answer in my mind.

"The general was so abrupt at the end. I wonder if the coach and the queen have such a connection."

Seemingly feeling guilty because of his suspicion, General Lian Ruo bowed and apologized for the offense he had just committed.

"Well, what's the big deal? If she were still here, she would also want to know someone like the general."

Zhiyang turned around and just continued Lian Ruo's thoughts, her words sincere and without a trace of hesitation.

"Stop standing here, let's go and see how the wounded are doing."

Zhiyang silently patted Lian Ruo's shoulder, then turned and walked off the high platform.

At this time, Lian Ruo felt a little unnatural. He seemed a little timid when following Zhiyang. When walking in the army, he just silently followed Zhiyang and glanced at Zhiyang from time to time.

"What's wrong? But is there anything you still don't understand?"

Suddenly Zhiyang stopped and turned to look at Lian Ruo.

"No...no, no."

"I remember that General Lian always said what he said directly? How come today..."

Zhiyang tilted her ears slightly, and it was particularly dazzling under the brilliance. She smiled slightly, but there was a different kind of pride and confidence in her smile.

"Oh, since the coach said this about me, I really have a question to ask the coach."

Lian Ruo's thoughts were suddenly exposed by Zhiyang. He stopped and touched the back of his head shyly with his right hand. His whole person was a little less shrewd and wise than during the day, but more naive.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

"Commander, you have a good relationship with the previous Qingqiu Queen. She can look down on everyone in the world, but why did she give up the attack in the last battle and die under the sword of Emperor Luoyuan?"

Every word of that voice hit Zhiyang's heart, and Zhiyang was also stunned when he asked.

I have never thought about this question. Why did I give up resistance in the last battle that year, and why was I willing to fight Luo Yuan...

Thinking of this, Zhiyang lowered his eyes slightly, and after a moment of breathing, he turned to look at the military camp behind him, opened his red lips slightly, and murmured:
Chapter completed!