Towering peaks collapsed, and rocks rolled down. ,!

Its steep peaks appear to be extremely flat as if they had been cut by a sword.

The mountain peak was like a broken sword weapon, stuck in the ruins of the palace, and its terrifying sword intent permeated it.

Numerous prohibitions pervade on it, imprisoning the whole world and the world.

The collapsed palace and the mountain peak, the two combined, like a shackle, like a prison, the figure inside the figure of the tower.

There are more than 20,000 martial god electors, most of whom are old and weak, women and children, and they are more or less injured.

Some of the Martial God Electors frantically slammed into the prohibitions around them, trying to break the prohibitions. However, these prohibitions are extremely esoteric, impregnable, and undamaged.

This move caused the surrounding Wei soldiers to laugh for a while, as if looking at some clowns.

There are more than 100,000 Wei soldiers stationed here, and their laughter gathers together, which is extremely loud and shakes down a lot of mountains and rocks.

On a precarious palace, a middle-aged man wrapped in blood armor stood with his hands in his hands, his majestic coercion permeating his body, and the power of martial arts.

A soldier boarded the collapsed palace, came to the rear of the middle-aged man, clasped his hands into fists, and said respectfully: "An Xianghou, the army has cleaned up the battlefield, you can withdraw the army, the northern god capital!"

"Withdraw the troops?" The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, looked at the gradually darkening sky, shook his head slightly, and said, "Order, the whole army is encamped!"

Hearing this, the soldier looked stunned and wondered, "Set up camp?"

"You soldiers are running around day and night, and you have to take a break!" An Xianghou's not obscene face raised a smile, "Tonight, I have to treat you soldiers!"

Saying this, An Xianghou's gaze shifted slightly, and fell on the collapsed palace below, revealing a touch of evil thoughts in his eyes.

Hearing this, the soldier also showed a lewd smile on his face, and nodded in understanding, "The subordinates have to choose some superior postures for An Xianghou." Hey, hey!"

"After returning to the capital, you will return to An Xiang's Mansion with Ben Hou!" An Xianghou chuckled.

"Xie An Xianghou!" the soldier showed ecstasy, bowed several times in succession, and walked towards the palace below with a fierce face.

Heaven and earth are like a picture scroll, and the darkness of ink seeps out. The picture was dyed black.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were encamped here. Piles of fires can be seen everywhere, reflecting the ruins brightly, hundreds of thousands of Wei soldiers gathered together, and the sound of wine is endless.

More than 1,000 fierce and vicious Wei soldiers. Escorting more than 1,000 unclothed women, they came in a mighty way.

The soldiers who drank all shouted wildly, like a group of hungry men, surging up, and their big hands flowed over their graceful and delicate bodies. Even some soldiers directly tore off their skirts, looking at them with extremely lewd eyes, and more than a thousand women of the Martial God Xuan clan struggled desperately, but they couldn't dodge the Wei soldiers like a tide.

The melodious war drums sounded, and a soldier rode his horse and scolded with a smile: "You starving ghosts, wait for An Xianghou to choose, and then it will be my turn!"

Hearing this, these soldiers dispersed.

In the brightly lit tent, An Xianghou's eyes showed a fiery light. Looking at these graceful figures in front of him, he stroked his palms and smiled: "Okay!"

"An Xianghou, I'll say goodbye!" Several soldiers reluctantly moved away from the white delicate body and withdrew from the camp.

An Xianghou waved his hand and took off his crotch directly. Tut smiled: "***, I have been in hell for so long, I haven't touched a woman for decades, I have to enjoy it today." Come on,!"

An Xianghou removed the blood armor. With his whole body, he swooped down on dozens of unclothed women, and said with words in his mouth: "Before letting you die, Benhou will let you taste the taste of drunken life and death." Tsk, if you are comfortable serving Ben Hou, Ben Hou will take you back to your house directly, so as not to die!"

However, at the moment when An Xianghou grabbed a woman, there was a roar outside the tent, which seemed to be extremely chaotic.

When the noise came, An Xianghou frowned slightly, and scolded: "Damn, these rabbit cubs are more anxious than Lao Tzu!"

Before the words fell, several figures smashed directly into the tent, and a chill suddenly spread, and it was five Wei soldiers, but these were like a layer of frost all over their bodies.

Seeing this scene, An Xianghou's face changed suddenly, he lifted his crotch, and suddenly walked out of the tent, his front feet just touched the ground, and a piercing chill suddenly swept over.

A sudden heavy snow fell, and the soldiers of Wei frantically dodged, afraid of touching the snow.

Those soldiers who couldn't dodge, the snow fell on their bodies, and they directly turned into an ice sculpture, and the weird scene was terrifying.

In the vast white expanse, there are many ice sculptures, and there are thousands of postures.

"Ice supernatural power!" An Xianghou's expression was a little solemn, sweeping the sky, it was best to fall at the end of heaven and earth, only to see a figure dressed in white like snow slowly appeared, just a figure gave An Xianghou a feeling like heaven and earth. An Xianghou had a feeling of astonishment, the snow in front of him was related to Ye Chen.

"It's ridiculous that a type of ice magic power wants to destroy hundreds of thousands of my soldiers!" An Xianghou sneered, raised his hand, and the violent Gangfeng rules rolled out, rolling up the snow in the sky.

The snow was gone, and the chaotic scene eased slightly.

The fleeing soldiers immediately gathered together, and their aura formed a terrifying momentum, like a stormy wave, rushing straight towards Ye Chen.

In front of the majestic general trend, Ye Chen hunted in a thin martial robe.

The Martial God Elective Clan, who followed Ye Chen, all changed their faces.

"This is it!" Looking at the bottom of the ruins, the woman who followed Ye Chen muttered softly, with some worry in her beautiful eyes.

Sensing the woman's worries, the fat fish smiled and said, "Don't worry, these miscellaneous pieces can't help the master!"

Hearing this, the woman's beautiful eyes raised slightly, caught a glimpse of the incomparably deep gaze, and nodded slightly.

Ignoring Fatty Fish and the others, Ye Chen walked towards the front alone, Gu Jing Wubo's gaze swept over the ruins below, but his heart sank suddenly, and in the pile of corpses like a mountain, Ye Chen saw several familiar figures. At the same time, below, under the heavy prohibitions, a famous martial god Xuan clan was surprised, staring directly at the white-clothed figure, this figure, they will never forget, "Engong!"

Cut off the chains, resist the millions of hell armies with the power of one person, and even escaped from hell with the martial god clan, and killed the imperial capital of the Daqian Empire alone, killed the Daqian Emperor, and even killed the Daqian Emperor, establishing countless legends.

"Engong!" The originally desperate Martial God Election Clan got up one after another, stood on the ruins, and looked at the white-clothed figure like snow with a ecstatic expression, in their eyes, Ye Chen was omnipotent.

"Engong?" Several Martial God Clansmen who followed Ye Chen had a look of shock in their eyes, could it be that he was the Engong mentioned in the nameless collar?

"Is he the grace of one person who broke through the lock of martial arts hell and killed countless strong men of Daqian?" The legendary figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and the woman had a feeling of trance.

"Engong, tsk, the emperor can't save you untouchables when he comes!" An Xianghou sneered, he was on the rise, but was interrupted by Ye Chen, An Xianghou was full of unhappiness, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, and said coldly: "Array!"

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers took a step forward in a neat manner, their steps in unison, and the sound of thunderous footsteps was heard.

Holding his sword, An Xianghou walked towards the void on foot, met the figure that looked like snow, and said coldly: "Ruined Lao Tzu's interest, Lao Tzu has to wait for your corpse to be broken into ten thousand pieces!"

It's just that An Xianghou's words haven't fallen yet, and the snow floc hovering above is falling down, no matter how terrifying the upside-down wind is, it can't stop the snow floc from falling.

The weak snow flocculents, like sword leaves, swept through the void and fell on the air of more than 100,000 troops.

The soldiers of the Wei State, who couldn't dodge, directly turned into ice sculptures.

The white world, thousands of miles of ice, just a few breaths of effort, the footsteps have dissipated, replaced by more than 100,000 ice sculptures.

Looking at this scene, many Martial God Electors gasped one after another.

An Xianghou's pupils shrank even more, and his heart thumped faster, "How is this possible?"

Fear spread in An Xianghou's heart, An Xianghou wanted to escape from here, this thought was more crazy than ever, but as soon as An Xianghou retreated, his falling snow fell and fell on him, and his vitality and sanity were completely frozen at this moment.

From beginning to end, Ye Chen's gaze never stayed on An Xianghou, those martial god clans were clowns in the eyes of An Xianghou, and An Xianghou was not a clown in Ye Chen's eyes.

Lifting his steps, Ye Chen walked towards the ruins below, just a few steps later, his figure shook suddenly, and his eyes stared directly at a collapsed palace, with a sword weapon inserted in the palace, swaying in the night wind.

This sword is extremely familiar to Ye Chen, "Proud of the world!" (to be continued)

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