Frozen for thousands of miles, thousands of miles of blood.\\

Standing in the white expanse of the field, countless corpses were trapped in the ice.

A hundred feet high platform, a white dress fluttering.

Ten thousand thunders lingered around the high platform, and Tiandao stood behind him with an indifferent expression.

Looking around at the corpses, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the faint blue sky above.

The blood rain fell one after another, and the big cadres and soldiers with submissive expressions looked at this place in horror.

"Seeing this scene, I'm afraid he will be furious!" Ye Chen said lightly, Bai Temporary's slender right hand was raised, and white light condensed in his palm.

From afar, endless life bubbled out of the corpses around them.

"Destroying dozens of capitals in a row, witnessing all this with your own eyes and not being able to intervene is enough to make people irritated for a while!"

Nameless held a blood-colored longbow, looked at the undulating Sword Pavilion buildings in the distance, pulled up the bowstring, formed a long-sized arrow, and shot out.

The arrows off the string swept up undulating ripples.

The arrows went straight into the Sword Pavilion building, and a terrible scream sounded, and the roar continued, and the attic collapsed and turned into ruins.

"What I want is to make him crazy about it, lose his mind, the ants in his eyes, escape one after another, and destroy the empire, this kind of taste, it's not comfortable!"

Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the westernmost part of the capital, and an extremely terrifying coercion permeated the city.

"Seal!" Ye Chen muttered, the endless rules of heaven and earth gathered in the palm of his hand, sealing the condensed vitality.

Striding towards the Void Sword Array, Ye Chen said lightly: "Five minutes, his speed is getting slower and slower!"

Hearing this, Nameless stopped his figure, shot the last arrow, turned around, and followed closely behind Ye Chen.

The three of them stepped into the Void Sword Array, the Void Sword Array operated, the endless rules gathered, the roar rushed into the sword light flickered, and the moment the figures of Ye Chen and the others disappeared, the sword array also completely collapsed.

Just as Ye Chen left, an angry roar sounded in the westernmost part of the capital, and in the Void Sword Array, a figure rushed out like a falling star.

The young man, who was the emperor of the Great Qian, looked at the capital city that was in ruins and was in ruins, and the young man was full of anger, and the feeling of being led by the nose made him feel extremely angry.

Especially when he noticed Ye Chen's breath, the young man was about to break his corpse to pieces, and when Wan Duan Ran arrived, the former escaped through the Void Sword Array.

"Untouchables, if you fall into the hands of this emperor, this emperor will inevitably break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

The young man's roar turned into an unimaginable sound of heaven and earth, and in a pair of stunned and panicked eyes, the young man turned to his dignity and went straight to the Void Sword Formation.

Buzz! The bait groaned and the Void Sword Formation moved, and the Void Turbulence surged until the young man left.

Blood fell on the white ice, splashing blood splatters.

Only the roar of the young man echoed, and many of the great cadres and soldiers looked at the ruins under their feet with a dull expression.

Such a scene was slowly staged in the many capitals of the Great Qian Empire, and the two sides were chasing, one side calmly leaving, and the other side roaring angrily.

The shadow of death shrouded the hearts of everyone in the Daqian Empire, and they were deeply afraid of the arrival of the white clothes, and the flying white clothes and the swimming thunder seemed to become the representatives of death.

A rain of blood poured out in the Great Qian Empire, standing in the rain of blood, Ye Chen held a sword in his right hand, and his left hand condensed endless vitality.

The Qilin Sword glowed with a faint cold light, and Ye Chen looked at those dead soldiers with an indifferent expression, and a touch of vitality overflowed on these corpses.

"My left hand is condensed with endless vitality, and my right hand slaughters all living beings in the world!" Ye Chen muttered softly, turned around, looked at Nameless who was slaughtering the "Night Demon Seal" to kill the Great Cadre Soldiers, and said in a low voice: "Nameless, would you be disgusted with such killings?"

Hearing this, Nameless stopped his figure, and there was only killing intent in his ink-black pupils, which made people chill.

Nameless raised his head, pointed to the distant sky, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Tiangang is like a river, we are all a fish in the river, we will work hard to backtrack, just to reach the calm Martial God River Bank!"

"I'm here to get these fish out of here!"

"So, I never hated killing, or even sinking for it. ”

Before the words fell, the nameless impact was in the blood rain, and the blood-colored longbow flashed from time to time, and the long arrow dodged out.

"Sometimes, killing never needs a reason, and sometimes, killing also needs a reason, so that people can persist in it, even if they sink with it, there is no regret!"

If Ye Chen realized, the rules of killing swayed out between the swords, and a famous cadre died in the brilliant sword light, and the killing intent on Ye Chen's body became stronger and stronger.

Until the end, where Ye Chen passed, even the sunlight lost its temperature and was dim.

After the bloody storm was set off, Ye Chen, Nameless, and Heavenly Dao, as when they came, brought bursts of roars and dissipated in the Void Sword Array.

After a few breaths, a crazy roar sounded in the sky above: "Shaft, Hugh falls into the hands of this emperor, and this emperor will burn the soul and body of Er with ten thousand fires!"

The young man's fingers cracked, and he jumped like thunder, and the ruins in front of him challenged the dignity of the emperor all the time, and ten thousand ghost fires followed each other, rushing into the void sword array, and the roar continued.

In the imperial city of Yan Kingdom, a round of scorching sun hangs high.

The majestic general trend hovered in the sky, and from a distance, the sky above the imperial city was bright and golden.

Above the court, Yanhuang Yan Ruxue wore a crown on her head, dressed in a royal robe, her eyes were shining, and her two snow-white eyebrows were like swords out of the sheath.

Under the court, hundreds of civil and military officials stand in turn according to the size of their official positions.

There was silence in the court, and the terrifying coercion spread, and layers of frost condensed on the heavy stone pillars around it.

The hundreds of military officials on the field, their faces were extremely solemn.

Emperor Yan's slightly majestic gaze looked around, his snow-white eyebrows stood in vain, and he said coldly: "Marquis Jing sent an envoy on behalf of Great Yan, and now, Marquis Jing has fallen in the Yan Kingdom, what do you think about this matter?"

Its voice was as loud as thunder, and the emperor's power broke out of his body, permeating the court, and the ministers did not dare to look directly at him.

In just a few days, the fall of Emperor Daqian, and the fall of the envoys of Yan and Zhao immediately spread.

And Yan and Zhao Erguo learned the ins and outs of this matter within the sixth time, especially when they learned that Emperor Daqian and the envoy of Yan had both died at the hands of a pariah, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were extremely shocked.

The huge palace echoed with Yan Ruxue's voice, which did not disperse for a long time.

A military general came out with a blade, rolled his eyes, and endless killing intent surged out: "Please allow my emperor to allow his ministers to send troops, in just a few days, his subordinates will definitely set foot on the hundred capitals of Daqian and kill the lowly people!"

An endless murderous aura permeated the court, and a chill suddenly appeared.

As soon as these words came out, many generals responded one after another, stepped out, and said: "The ministers are willing to go to war, set foot in the country of the great cadres, and punish the lowly people!"

The death of Marquis Jing is undoubtedly a shame for the Yan State, and many generals not only want to vent their anger on the Martial God Election Clan, but also to break the Daqian Empire.

Mighty, above the court, there seemed to be patches of snow.

The murderous intent in the eyes of the ministers was monstrous, even the Wenchen.

The sword finger gently tapped on the dragon chair, Yan Ruxue raised it with one hand and pressed it down slightly, the roar in the court immediately dispersed, and the generals bowed their heads one after another.

Standing up, Yan Ruxue's gaze swept over everyone, and fell directly on an old man with white hair at the end of the hundred officials.

In Tiangang, the dignity of the emperor is noble, and there is only one dragon chair above the court.

However, in the Yan Kingdom, in the court, in addition to the emperor's dragon chair, there were three seats, and the old man sat on one of the seats, and no one else paid attention to him, and he didn't pay attention to others.

Yan Ruxue took a step forward, ignoring the emperor's authority, bowed slightly to the old man, and said, "Yin Yang Hou, should my Yan Kingdom deal with this matter like this?"

Yin Yang Hou, the old man, slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of wisdom in those eyes that had been deeply buried by the vicissitudes of time.

Hearing this, the old man got up, although he was already old, but he walked vigorously.

Arching slightly at Yan Ruxue, the old man slowly spoke: "The country of Daqian must be indispensable in my emperor's plan, in the humble opinion of my subordinates, my Dayan not only don't blame Yu Qian, but also send troops to help him exterminate the lowly people!"

As soon as these words came out, the ministers were in an uproar, if they didn't care about the old man's seniority, I am afraid that some generals would ridicule each other.

"The words of the Yin Yang Marquis are very much the meaning of this emperor!" Yan Ruxue nodded slightly, looked around, and finally fell on the old man, and said, "Who is worthy of this important task?"

When she said this, a trace of expectation flashed in Yan Ruxue's eyes.

Their eyes met, but the old man smiled slightly, and said, "The minister and Su Xiang are both under the orders of the emperor and will not participate in the affairs of the court!"

Although she knew that there would be such a reply, Yan Ruxue's eyes were still slightly dim, if Su Xiang or the Yin and Yang Hou in front of him came out of the mountain to help, he Da Yan swept the martial god, and it was not a matter of being caught.

Smiling slightly, the old man continued: "However, if your subordinates recommend a person, you can be appointed here!"

"Who!" Yan Ruxue asked.

"Father of Jing Hou, Jing Ke!" the old man said. (To be continued)

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