In the wind and snow, the gate of the White Mansion of the Great Yan Emperor was extremely quiet.

It's quiet like never before.

The crimson swallow flag dances in the wind, awe-inspiring and poignant.

Outside the city is Jun Zeyu's own 500,000 besieging kings!

On the tower of the city is the only remaining 30,000 forbidden army Xuanjia elite soldiers in the palace, and the leader is the general who protects the country.

Inside the city are the great swallows from all over the territory who can't look forward to tomorrow's sunshine, and tens of millions of displaced people.

At this moment when the soldiers are approaching the city, at this moment when the wind and snow are cold, whether it is 30,000 forbidden army Xuanjia soldiers or countless homeless people, they are all dressed in linen!

Raise the city and serve filial piety!

Such a magnificent scale of mourning is naturally not because the imperial crown prince Yan Nanfei died outside Julu City.

The city is mourned by the country, and it is the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven of the Dayan Empire.

Yan Bailou, the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire, did not die! But why did he raise the city to serve the national mourning? Except for Yan Bailou, I am afraid that only the general who protected the country knew this answer.

In the days when Dayan was destined to die under the soldiers approaching the city, the general who protected the country had only one task.

That was the task that Emperor Yan Bailou personally gave him.

As an Imperial soldier, whether he wants it or not, he can only accept it!

Like the general who protects the country, the leader of Yan Lingwei, Yuwen Valve, also has only one mission. He and Yan Lingwei guarded the palace city hand and foot, protecting the safety of the red-robed Princess Ning Xue.

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A slender figure wearing a dragon crown and dragon robe descended on the silent heaven and earth swept by the wind and snow.

The man held his hands behind his back, and his eyebrows revealed the aura of a purple emperor.

He stood on top of the tower so simply, without saying a word, without looking at anything, without being moved, he had a temperament that was invincible and overlooking all living beings.

This is the posture of the king!

After the appearance of Yan Bailou in a dragon robe, the 30,000 forbidden army Xuanjia and the tens of millions of people in the city knelt down together, and the mountain shouted Long live my emperor!

It's just that the scene of the worship of all the people is not only unbearable in Jun Zeyu's eyes at this time, but more and more desolate!

Jun Zeyu had already led his troops to the bottom of the city tower.

He was still sitting on the wooden wheel car of the commander's three armies, and beside him were young and extraordinary generals such as Weiyangsheng, Su Xiaofan, and Wu Xiuyang.

The 500,000 royal divisions of the extraordinary array, the flying goose feathers and heavy snow fell on the sharp and cold blade, and were silently cut in half. Two snowflakes blew on the soldier's iron armor and then slid down.

Jun Zeyu got up from the wooden wheeled cart, holding the kettle in his hand.

He looked through the wind and snow and looked at the extraordinary dragon-robed figure on the tower of the White Mansion Gate.

I had heard of the name of Yan Bailou, the emperor of the Great Yan Honor, and today I really deserve to be the lord of a country when I look at his demeanor! Jun Zeyu thought to himself that if he hadn't secretly stolen the luck of the Great Yan Empire, today's Yan Bailou would probably have been sanctified! At that time, let alone an army of 500,000, there would probably be few people in the world who could match it......

Wang Shi besieged Bailoumen, but Jun Zeyu did not rush to capture it.

He's surprisingly laid-back, instead.

On the battle platform, a team of Yuefu piano officers appeared one after another.

The pianist, the drummer, the pipa girl, and more than two dozen female officials.

After the complete Yuefu drama took the stage, Jun Zeyu invited Weiyangsheng and other cadres to sit on the stage. And the future king, who was about to subdue Tiandong, sat on the wooden wheel chariot again.

He raised a toast to the generals of the three armies!

After the booze, everything is ready.

The luthier stirred his fingertips.

The rhythm that was completely inconsistent with the iron armor sword soldiers of heaven and earth sounded, and it instantly grabbed everyone's hearts. The pianist is highly skilled, plucking the strings three or two times on the shaft, and there is love before the tune is formed.

The sound of the piano is tactful, such as crying and complaining, such as admiration.

Jun Zeyu closed his eyes and enjoyed it very much, beating to the rhythm with the beat. The sound of the piano turns, followed by the soft sound of the drums, which is not at all abrupt.

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On the gate of the White Building, the Emperor Yan Bailou and the 30,000 Xuanjia soldiers of the forbidden army, and even hundreds of people in the city heard the rhythm transmitted from the wind and snow.

They don't understand what emotions are in the melody.

But the wind and snow in the sky, the city mourning, the white silk dancing with the wind, coupled with the sad sound of the piano, always makes people feel a wordless pathos.

As a result, there was a faint cry of the people in the city.

Emperor Yan Bailou still stood on top of the city tower unmoved.

In order to reach this realm, the major of a country is rarely disturbed by external objects. Moreover, the national mourning was an imperial decree issued by him personally, and his mood naturally would not be disturbed by this ordinary voice.

He couldn't guess Jun Zeyu's tricks.

He didn't want to speculate either.

For him, the survival of the Dayan Empire no longer matters. In today's battle, if you lose, you will die, and if you win, you will be invincible in the world.

Victory or defeat, the vast territory of the Great Yan Empire can no longer be moved by Yan Bailou!

Therefore, he is transcendent and waits for the arrival of this battle with a heart as calm as water.

Yes, Yan Bailou is waiting for someone.

He believed that Jun Zeyu was also waiting for that person.

From the moment when the Eighteen Route Army of the Seven Prefectures devoured the vast territory of the Great Yan Empire, the emperor of the empire had already sensed that the Great Yan Qi was quietly draining.

He knew someone was stealing Imperial luck!

He also knows who the people who draw on those luck are!

But he didn't stop it.

He was curious.

He wanted to see if the fish that slipped through the net to kill the god general of the White Mansion really had the look of his father Luo Ling back then!

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On the battle platform, the sound of the pipa sounded.

In the dim and boundless sky, there was a sudden wind-like sound of breaking through the sky.

The voice came from thousands of miles away.

The voice was as fast as wind and thunder, getting closer and closer.

The sound pierced the eardrums, making the 500,000 Wang Shi Iron Armor outside the White Mansion City all distracted.

The voice turned into a cold light under countless gazes, flying towards the magnificent giant city.

That's an arrow!

A frost arrow from Divine Arrow Eight!

The arrow hits the mighty wall!

In the next moment, an indescribable frost current spread along the high walls of the capital of the Great Yan Empire.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the ice covered the walls of the capital!

The city wall of the imperial capital of the Dayan Empire was frozen by this arrow!

After the first arrow is frosty, the second arrow follows! The second arrow of the eighth arrow is the sound of thousands of miles.

The sound of Luo Changfeng echoed between the heavens and the earth.

The voice was very thick.

It lingers in the hearts of countless people, like a lingering magic sound.

"I am Luo Changfeng, the son of Luo Ling! Today, I am ordered by the three hundred souls of Luomen to take the head of Yan Bailou! Today's battle, no matter whether you win or lose, whether you live or die, the past grievances between the Luohe family and the Yan clan will be written off! This battle can be learned from heaven and earth!"

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Emperor Yan Bailou looked up at the sky.

There was a loud roar of beasts in the heavens and the earth.

A terrifying gust of wind swept through the sky and came from the snowstorm.

Countless eyes looked away, only to see a nine-headed giant bird fall from the clouds and appear in everyone's eyes.

There were seven figures above the giant bird.

Luo Changfeng, Jiang Manlou, An Hongdou, Chongyang, Shen Tianxin, Yue Sanren and Mo Xiangqi.