Yan Kingdom, the scorching heat of the scorching rì hangs high in the sky.

The goose-feather-like snow fluttered out in the sunlight, and a roar turned into the sound of heaven and earth, echoing out.

"The shame of the empire, the hatred of killing the son, Jing will definitely not give up so easily!"

A brilliant sword rainbow affected the general trend of Yan Kingdom, and went straight to the sky.

After a few breaths, thousands of sword lights rose up, following closely behind.

Above the court, Yan Ruxue walked down, walked out of the court, stood on the high platform, watched the departure of the several sword rainbows, and muttered: "With the strength of Jing to kill the Hou, it should not be difficult to kill those lowly people!"

Before the words fell, a deep voice sounded behind Yan Ruxue: "In the past, the Marquis of Jing Kill still retreated in the face of the might of Emperor Qin, not to mention the lowly people!"

"My Emperor is too worried!" said Yīn Yanghou chuckled, his eyes as bright as the sun.

"Maybe the emperor is too worried, Jing Killhou's assassination strength is the first in Tiangang!"

The snow-white sword eyebrows raised slightly, and immediately, Yan Ruxue chuckled: "Although this matter is issued, there can be no delay in this matter!"

"You must not give the Martial God Continent any time to breathe, this emperor will crush it in one fell swoop!"

Turning around, Yan Ruxue looked at the endless sky, a chill suddenly flashed in her eyes, after speaking, Yan Ruxue walked into the palace, and the voice of YĪN Yanghou came from behind: "In a few months at most, the army of the Alliance will gather!"

"In a few months, the Emperor wants to see the Great Yan Battle Banner planted in all corners of the Martial God!" Yan Ruxue muttered to herself.

At the same time, in the Zhao Kingdom, above the magnificent Imperial Palace, sword light crossed the sky, bringing a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Emperor Zhao Xiao stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the departing clam light.

Behind Zhao Xiao, all the civil and military officials were there, and a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume was closest to Zhao Xiao.

"Pingyuan Hou, can Zhao Kuo's strength settle the affairs of this Great Qian Empire?" Zhao Xiao said lightly, his calm words with a supreme majesty.

Hearing this, Pingyuan Hou, a middle-aged man, bowed slightly, his eyes changed uncertainly, and finally spoke: "After the defeat in the Battle of Changping, Wanjun Hou has been in retreat for more than 100 years, and now that he is out of the customs, his strength will inevitably break through!"

"The mess of the Great Qian Empire can't help the Marquis of Wanjun!" the middle-aged man said respectfully.

"I hope so, the Great Qian Empire cannot afford to lose!" Zhao Xiao said with a smile, turned around, and walked into the palace.

All the civil and military officials knelt down and shouted in unison: "Send my emperor to the curtain!"

Whether it is a top power such as Yan Zhao or a country such as Han, Wei, Qi, and Chu, part of its attention is scattered on the Great Qian Empire.

The lowly people broke into the dìdū alone, beheaded the envoy of Yan Zhao, and killed the Emperor of Daqian, which was enough to set off a big wave in Tiangang.

After a few rì, the Great Qian Empire, the capital of the southwest.

With a lot of snow and ice, the city has become a dead city.

In the empty alleys, vivid ice sculptures stand on the long street.

A cold wind rolled out and rolled up snow all over the ground. Standing on top of the snowy city tower, Ye Chen was dressed in white and hunting, condescending, looking down at the white world.

Nameless stood behind him with a bloody longbow with a cold expression.

"Here, there is about a fifty percent chance of killing the Great Emperor Tai Qian!" Endless vitality permeated Ye Chen's palm, and Ye Chen spoke.

Hearing this, Nameless looked back subconsciously, only to see faint white light rising from the millions of ice sculptures.

The vitality of millions of cadres and soldiers, coupled with dozens of generals, surging in, set off a monstrous wave of space.

Along the way, Ye Chen and Nameless destroyed dozens of capitals and killed countless great cadres, and these vitality were extracted by Ye Chen and condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Vitality is the rule of life and death, and with my current cultivation, the degree of rules that I can control is also limited!"

Keeping his palms firmly in his hands, Ye Chen muttered, if more vitality was condensed, his soul would also be rebounded, "But this number of condensed vitality is enough to form a killing move against the Great Emperor Tai Qian!"

The cold wind swept across the sky, bringing a general sense of slaughter.

This dead city is the killing machine that Ye Chen prepared for the Emperor to fight the Emperor, the second killing machine.

The two stared at the sky and were silent, until finally, Ye Chen closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of the Great Emperor Qiantai

A terrifying coercion is becoming more and more powerful at the end of heaven and earth, from the oppression of the Great Emperor Tai.

Above the tower, there was only a sharp sound of breaking wind.

"Engong!" At this moment, Nameless suddenly spoke.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ye Chen caught a glimpse of the nameless expression and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Engong, are you from the Martial God?" When he said this, there was a rare trace of expectation in Nameless's eyes, and a few years ago, Nameless had heard the words of Ye Chen and Emperor Daqian, and there was this doubt in his heart.

The Martial God is an extremely sacred place for the Martial God Election Clan living in Tiangang, and countless Martial God Electors have spent their entire lives just to return to the Martial God.

Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slowly. After Ye Chen's affirmation, there was a rare touch of ecstasy in the nameless and light eyes like the wind, and he said incoherently: "Isn't the Martial God a very beautiful place!"

"It's beautiful, children can show an innocent smile in the sun, there are no chains, no slaves, the people of the martial gods, everyone is like a dragon!" Ye Chen said.

Holding the blood longbow tightly, Nameless said with some yearning, "Once, my wife and daughter's greatest wish was to see every scene and thing of the Martial God, and in this life, I will use my eyes to see all the Martial Gods instead of them!"

"Not only you'll see it, but all the Martial God Electors will look at the braids. Ye Chen chuckled.

Catching up with this smiling face, although Ye Chen's tone was very flat, Nameless firmly believed in this sentence, just because this sentence came from Ye Chen's mouth.

"Eun Gong is the Guardian of the Martial God?" mentioned the guardian, and a very obvious look of worship flashed in Nameless's eyes.

The guardian of the martial god, under the praise of generations, the guardian has become the guardian saint of the martial god, the supreme and glorious existence.

Although he has not yet reached the Martial God, the warriors who live in Tiangang have all admired the guardians of the Martial God, whether it is the ancestors or them.

"Martial God Guardian?" Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the flying snow in the sky, and whispered, "Sort of! Once, I was just a killer who lived for today, but later, I was a guardian who lived for tomorrow!"

"Guardian who lives for tomorrow!" muttered Nameless with his hands clenched.

Turning around, Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at the ten thousand empty alleys, the cold was undulating, staring at the undulating Sword Pavilion buildings, his gaze changed: "How many Void Sword Formations are there in this capital?"

"There are four of them in the east, west, north, and south directions, and the northernmost direction has been destroyed by us!" Nameless whispered.

"Nameless, if the situation changes, you immediately go to the Void Sword Formation and escape from here!"

Nameless was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Nameless is willing to live with the public, and will never steal his life." ”

"Don't worry, even if you can't kill the Emperor Daqian, he won't be able to keep me!" Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Compared with meaningless sacrifices, you have one more important thing to do, take the future and others, and leave the Daqian Empire!"

"After all, the Great Qian Empire is a land of right and wrong, especially after such a major event happens, the attention of all countries will also be focused here!" Ye Chen said earnestly.

The bright eyes sparkled, and the nameless muttered silently, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Mess up the Great Qian, the water of Tiangang will become more and more mixed!" Ye Chen chuckled, killing the Great Qian, killing the Great Qiandi Emperor, and the killing opportunity prepared for the Great Qiantai Emperor in front of him seemed to be risky, but in Ye Chen's opinion, everything was worth it.

Boom! Between the white heaven and earth, a terrifying coercion roared out, setting off a huge wave of space soldiers.

The roar was like thunder, resounding in Ye Chen's ears, Ye Chen turned around, his eyes were smiling, looking at the end, and said with a smile: "It's finally here!"

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