The dignified Yan has millions of soldiers and horses, the wind blows dust and sand, the flags are rolling, and the wolf smoke stretches for dozens of miles without seeing the end, how can there be no man?

The question of the ten guards completely aroused the anger of the thousands of good generals and millions of male soldiers behind Yan Nanfei. Originally, the wasteland where only the sound of flags was heard, suddenly resounded with a shocking killing cry.

Under the banner of the Red Swallow, countless Great Swallow Iron Armor eyes proclaimed their existence with scarlet eyes.

"Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

"Kill!"

It's a heartfelt voice.

It's a kind of declaration.

It can be uplifting.

It can make the enemy even more frightened!

The horses under the crotches of the ten guards raised their front hooves and neighed, feeling that the air was filled with awe-inspiring murderous aura, and the horses' eyes showed uneasiness and fear.

The ten guards who tried to subdue the panicked horse stared at Yan Nanfei and raised his sword and shouted: "Do you dare to take my sword?"

Then he drove the fierce horse and rushed away.

The tenth guard on the new list of Tianque is a cautious person. Both his men and his sword have always been cautious.

But today's performance before the confrontation between the two armies was somewhat unexpected.

He was a little impulsive, a little impatient.

Jun Zeyu, who was sitting on a wooden wheel at the front of the Seven Nations Alliance Formation, looked at the dusty solo rider and frowned a little unpleasantly. I don't know if this unhappy mood comes from Yan Nanfei's silence, or from the inexplicable impulse of the Ten Guards.

Jun Zeyu relies on his talents.

He believed that he could do a lot of things before and after the war.

But it can't control wartime!

Because the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

is also because the general is outside, and the king's order is not affected!

Looking at the figure of blue armor jumping from the fierce horse, Jun Zeyu not only had nothing to look forward to, but suddenly smelled a strong and turbulent smell of death.

The smell of being invaded by death instantly enveloped the Ten Guards.

Jun Zeyu's pupils contracted.

He saw a sword, an elusive sword that broke through the air from behind the millions of soldiers of Dayan.

The sword came from the giant deer.

Jun Zeyu looked at the city tower, and there was a red-robed shadow above the city tower......

The Ten Guards were already infinitely close to Yan Nanfei, and his sword was also infinitely close to Yan Nanfei.

If in the next moment, Yan Nanfei or many masters behind him still have no one to make a move, and the ten guards have absolute certainty that they will wipe out the prince of Dayan, who commands the millions of male soldiers of the three armies, with one sword.

However, when the Jiaolin Sword approached Yan Nanfei's throat, the Ten Guards suddenly paused.

He heard the sword groaning.

The furious sword groaned.

The voice was getting closer, closer and closer, like in my ears, like in front of my eyes.

A sword appeared in front of you!

The sword came from a strange place.

The sword came very quickly.

The sword instantly penetrated the range that Jiaolin could defend, and the ten guards who realized it later could only dodge sideways with their protective spiritual power and instinct.

The Ten Guards threw their heads back.

The sword stabbed the blue helmet, stabbed the blue headband, and plunged straight into the dusty and windy wasteland.

The sword trembled.

A helmet rolled next to the sword.

A broken headband flutters in the air.

The Ten Guards, whose eyes were full of fear and anger, were cloaked, and after they swept to the ground, they looked like a madman.

He stared sideways at the sword that nearly cut off his head, and his heart palpitated.

The cheers of Dayan's millions of male soldiers sounded in his ears again.

"Good ......"

"Good ......"

"Good!"

The Ten Guards looked away viciously and saw Yan Nanfei smiling at the corner of his mouth.

Yan Nanfei was laughing.

Laughing with great satisfaction.

When the opponent provokes and insults in front of the formation, he is cold-blooded and ruthless. With one million soldiers and thousands of good generals, and even more strong reinforcements from the Imperial Alliance, how could there be no one available? Against the top ten guards of Tianque, Yan Nanfei already had a candidate in his heart, and his refusal to respond to the battle for a long time had his own deep considerations.

He's just waiting.

Waiting for a person, waiting for a sword.

On that day, Xue'er went out of the customs, and the sky was clear and snowy, and there was a divine soldier Xueji flying from afar, and Yan Nanfei knew that Xue'er would turn into a catastrophe in three steps.

No one knows his sister better than he does.

Born with a delicate heart, the most difficult thing is love.

This is a phrase he heard from his father when he was a child.

At first, he didn't understand, but he knew that Xue'er was talented, and Xue'er's attitude played a crucial role in the future battle for the throne. Otherwise, he would not have planned to install Ling'er as a confidant next to Xue'er.

It wasn't until later that he met Luo Changfeng.

Yan Nanfei suddenly realized his father's good intentions of putting Xue'er under house arrest since she was a child. He wanted to kill Luo Changfeng in order to get back that talented and well-behaved sister.

Now he doesn't need to.

Because Xue'er jumped out of love, because Xue'er is no longer lazy, because Xue'er has really become the Snow Princess of the Dayan Empire.

What about the tenth place on the new list of young leaders in the world? In addition to the new head of the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion, Muyun Sword City, the king of the sword city, broke through and then took a step to turn into a catastrophe, from today onwards, all the young and handsome people in the world will surrender to the Xueji sword!

……

Xue'er is dressed in a red robe and stands alone at the head of the city.

That peerless face was filled with endless indifference.

She looked at the iron armor under the city.

Her red lips opened slightly.

"The little woman Yan Ningxue is now drawing a sword in front of the two armies. If the soldiers of the Seven States Region surpass this sword, they will not be spared!"

Cher's voice was not loud, but the words were clear and sonorous.

She can't control the strategies and tactics of the two armies against each other, let alone disturb the mood or boost the morale of the army.

She knew that Dayan had a man.

Dayan also has a daughter who is not inferior to a man.

The daughter had a sword.

She only uses a sword.

Let his soldiers come to the city and lay a million armor......

Snowflakes fall from the dull gray sky.

It is not a fleeting snowflake, but the real first snow of the forty-second year of Dayan.

This snow fell on Julu, on Jiangdu, and also on Qingxia. The first snow of the forty-second year of Dayan fell on every inch of the empire's territory.

At that time, people didn't know that the snow had fallen for ten years.

If anyone looks closely, they will see that the snow does not come from the clouds.

The snow comes from the sword.

The sword radiated a cold light.

Snow geese flew over the sky of Julu City.

The cold light of the snow condenses the air and becomes frost, and the frost condenses and turns into snow.

A sword light cold nineteen states.

This sword is Yan Ningxue.

……

The Ten Guards were furious.

Born in a family, he has suffered a lot since he was a child.

The unbearable experience of his youth not only gave him a cold, ruthless and deep character, but also a fragile and extremely strong self-esteem.

Yan Nanfei screamed and shouldn't humiliate him, Xue'er's behavior of drawing a sword as a boundary was even more contempt for him.

If the eyes could be used to kill, the Yan brothers and sisters would have been killed by him.

In the wind and snow, the ten guards who were cloaked in blue armor did not believe in evil.

Yan Ningxue's strength cultivation was naturally something he had heard of for a long time. Even if the power of Fang Cai's sword is extraordinary, in the eyes of the Ten Guards, it still lacks some fire.

Three-step robbery?

Seems a little ridiculous!

Those who overstep this sword will be killed?

He wanted to give it a try!

Holding the Jiaolin Sword, the Ten Guards ignored Xue Ji, who drew the sword as the boundary, and he took a step and crossed the line in one step.

There was still a disdainful smile in the corner of his eye.

One step fell, and he lifted his foot to take the second step.

There is a piece of snowflakes that naturally drift with the wind in the sky above Xueji, as if it was called silently, and there was no wind between heaven and earth, but the snowflakes flew around the Xueji sword.

Countless snowflakes swirled around them.

At this moment, the ten guards rolled up a tornado of wind and snow, and the storm became more and more raging and reached the top of the clouds. And he was in the center of the snowstorm tornado, and he couldn't see his face clearly.