The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the river flows under the moon.

Jiangnan Road, Qujia Mountain.

Qu Ping stood on the cliff, his clothes thin.

He looked down at the river, and his face was peaceful.

Two thousand years ago, Qu Yuan sank into this river and died in his country.

Two thousand years have passed, Qu Ping has been reborn in Nirvana, calm and introverted.

He whispered, "Two thousand years ago, I was gone. ”

"In this life, I will not retreat. ”

The soul returns, mourning Jiangnan.

"The head of the house, it's cold. ”

There was a little girl with a crisp voice who came with a robe in her arms, with gentle movements, and slowly put it on for Qu Ping.

Qu Ping turned around, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and straightened the hem of the little girl's clothes.

On this day, the leader of Jiangnan Province, the Qu family, who has been the leader for 2,000 years, went to northern Xinjiang in 800 white robes.

Grandmasters.

The old and weak women and children of the Qu family were all dressed in plain clothes and sent the king north.

Fifteen provinces in Kyushu, all of which have royal clans, poured out of the nest.

There are warriors in the rivers and lakes, who walk alone with swords, and are willing to do their best for Daxia.

The chivalrous light that shines through the ages has never been extinguished.

For 5,000 years, he has set up a royal palace and prospered for a lifetime.

For five thousand years, he had a glass of turbid wine and was mediocre for a while.

For 5,000 years, he has been a golden iron horse and swallowed thousands of miles.

For 5,000 years, he looked at the moon alone and was exhausted.

He stands uniquely in the east of heaven and earth.

He had plummeted, but he had stood up again with his tired bones.

He can't fall yet, because he carries the fire of hundreds of millions of people, the human race.

Under the city of Tai'an, millions of soldiers stood upright.

Lu Ci looked at the familiar faces, as if the edges and corners of the past had been polished, and there was no longer the grandeur of the past.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried.

Show the king today, who has injustice.

"Where's the million robes!?"

Lu Ci stepped into the sky, and the sound shook the universe.

"No!"

The sound of a million iron and blood, resounding and curbing the clouds, presenting an empty sky.

Zhongtian is a ruthless month, and I have no regrets in my life.

There is a bright moon phantom rising, competing with the great sun.

Lu Ci stepped on the full moon and slowly spoke, and the sound spread through the heavens and the earth, constantly echoing.

"It's better to be with me in the mountains and rivers. ”

"It's better to fight with me again. ”

Boom! Boom!

At the head of the city, a huge drum shook, and Luo Yunyan was dressed in plain clothes, like a god beating a drum, for the monarchs.

The bright moon is in the sky, constantly condensing, pressing down the brilliant sun and shining in the sky.

Millions of soldiers marched to the northern frontier.

A man in a green shirt stood at the city gate with his hands on his sleeves, once again watching his old friend disappear into the distance.

The princes of the Seventy-two Roads are all in the north of Kyushu, and Daxia is rejected from the northern Xinjiang.

Eastern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang, Western Xinjiang, and the clans of small foreign countries were wiped out as early as a hundred years ago.

The princes of Northern Xinjiang originally had one hundred and eight roads.

It was leveled by the thirty-way princes of Great Xia, and the rest of the princes were annexed to each other.

Seventy-two princes will be left behind.

The millions of soldiers in Tianxia Mansion are all battlefield warriors above the fourth grade.

Tianxia Mansion is the Zhentian Jade Pillar of Great Xia.

Lu Ci is the one who establishes.

The jade pillar of the million-zhang town will fall, and it will be invincible.

In the past, the princes of the seventy-two roads were trampled by their iron hooves, how do they not know?

What Lu Ci wanted to know more was what kind of confidence the princes of the Seventy-two Roads had to block this Heavenly Jade Pillar of Great Xia Town.

Millions of soldiers marched all the way, the sun and moon were in the sky during the day, and the two moons hung day and night.

Coming with the stars and the moon.

In just three days, a net has been laid in northern Xinjiang, which is insurmountable.

"Yu Nu see the countryman. ”

A beautiful woman dressed in red knelt on one knee.

"In this matter, everything is simple and cheap. ”

Lu Ci was in the camp, looking at the terrain here, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Gaseous majesty, noble and lonely.

There is no longer the warmth of the past, and the countryman is unique.

"No!"

Yu Nu got up, stood on Lu Ci's side, and said respectfully: "My subordinates have been lurking on the side of the Seventy-two Road Princes for five years, and this time I dared to launch such a ferocious offensive against Great Xia, all because of the revival of more than a hundred ancient martial arts supremes. ”

"Martial Dao Supreme?"

Lu Ci spoke calmly and did not pay attention to it.

Since shattering a small world, he has also gained a further understanding of his own strength.

At least, just the supreme martial arts, and he is far away.

"Yes, this is the last information that his subordinates found before they rebelled, it was said by a prince who was drunk, and it is said that there is a mastermind behind him, and a bigger plan, but he did not confide in his subordinates. ”

Lu Ci raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he had spanned thousands of miles, observing the land of the princes.

"Stand down. ”

Yu Nu walked away silently.

Luo Yunyan did not come, but accompanied Lu Qing'er at home.

Lu Qing'er cried and cried and had to follow, but in the end she was left behind by Lu Ci.

I just promised to have a video call every night.

Thinking of this, Lu Ci tugged at the corners of his mouth, a little helpless.

There is still a warm current in my heart.

"Lu Ci. ”

A sonorous and powerful voice came into his ears, Lu Ci turned to look, and a middle-aged man in military uniform walked over.

Luo Jiuqu.

"Father-in-law. ”

A smile crossed Luo Jiuqu's face, fleeting, but he still said: "Being here, no matter what else, there is only superiority and obedience. ”

"Yes, General Lowe. ”

For the next whole day, Lu Ci was familiar with Luo Jiuqu about all kinds of matters, after all, he had not been to the frontier for many years.

When he came to the frontier in the Xia Mansion this day, he seemed to stand out from the crowd, and all the modern combat troops were stationed around, and only they were all warriors.

But it is not afraid of any weapon with great lethality.

Millions of four-rank martial artists, there is no shortage of grandmasters, during which the convergence of the qi machine, enough to compete with the heaven and earth, if there is really a missile attack, as soon as it enters, it will be controlled by it, stagnant in the air.

What's more, they are all battle-hardened divisions, and there are unpredictable formations that have been passed down from generation to generation in Kyushu.

According to ancient legends, there are really immortals in the world, and if they fall into the array, they must be slaughtered.

Maybe it's an exaggeration, after all, no one has ever seen a true immortal.

Lu Ci knew that this array was by no means enough to shake the immortal gods.

Taking that heavily armored figure as an example, you can know that the catastrophe of the destruction of heaven and earth cannot take down the other party, how can this formation be compared to the life and death of heaven and earth?

But it is enough to deal with the existence in the mortal world.

Unless the other side also has the same, or even stronger, means.

Thinking of this, Lu Ci's eyes condensed slightly.

It's just that I don't know what kind of fame these seventy-two princes are hiding.

More than 100 martial arts supremes, the formation they cast, can they be able to defeat the formation formed by the gathering of millions of martial artists?

Although he was sure to suppress the Martial Dao Supreme, he didn't know where the opponent's upper limit was.

And the so-called mastermind behind the scenes.

In any case, this battle must be cut through the chaos quickly.

The princes can't afford it, and he can't afford it either.

He was afraid that the people behind the scenes would regard the princes as chess pieces, and if they tried their best to make the last move, they would also bring down Great Xia, so that the world of aura revival would officially begin.

The other party wanted Lu Ci to be worried, but he had to fight.

Above board.

Lu Ci did not do what the other party expected, but made another calculation.

If he can only sit and eat and wait for death, how can he Lu Ci be a national soldier?

A glimpse of the hearts of the people of this world has already made him play with fire and set himself on fire, and it is likely that what awaits him is the evil consequences of the death of that national soldier in his heart.

Now, if he is not even a single enemy, he is too useless as a national soldier.