King Jinzo sat on his throne with a nomadic scimitar set with seven jewels at his hand.

The more gems on the scimitar are inlaid, the more it proves a person's status.

This is a custom that has been passed down for hundreds of years by the nomadic tribe of King Jinzuo, and of course it can also be said to be a ritual.

The great chief of the tribe can set the most gemstones, that is, seven.

At the same time, these seven gemstones are also seven distinct colors, corresponding to the rainbow in the sky.

As a young man, King Jinzo was also a brave nomadic cavalryman, but after becoming the Great Chieftain, he never killed an enemy with his own hands.

The blood on his hands is all his own.

King Jin Zuo held his cheek with his left hand and fell into memory.

The faces of those who died under him have long been blurred, but the faces of those who died under him have become clearer and clearer.

Among these people even included his wife, children and old father.

In order to smoothly ascend to the throne, he poisoned the old chief on the sickbed with poison.

Once his power had been secured, King Kinzo killed everyone who knew about it, including his wife.

After that, his son wanted to follow his example, but he was also killed by King Jinzuo in advance.

King Jinzuo's throne was built from the bones and blood of his relatives.

Now, finally, it was his turn.

I don't feel scared or sorry when I think about it.

After all, King Jinzuo has enjoyed everything he should enjoy, and he has also endured what he should have endured.

Now it's just a matter of giving back what you owe to others.

"Newspaper. ”

The herald rushed into the tent, knelt down with a bang, folded his hands on the carpet, and rested his forehead on the back of his hand, and said in a rather anxious tone: "Great chief, they are coming......"

King Jin Zuo adjusted his sitting posture and regained the majesty of the Great Chief: "How many people?"

"I can't count. The herald's voice trembled.

King Jin Zuo smiled faintly, "Let's go." ”

The herald raised his head sharply: "Great Chief, we cover your retreat." ”

"Retreat?" asked King Jinzo, "where else can I go?"

"The grassland is so big, there is always a place to stay. If it doesn't work, we can go to Garan and go to the temple. After all, we are also allies of the temple, and now that we are under attack by the Demon Sect, they can't sit idly by. The herald said.

King Jin Zuo said: "We were born and grew up in the grassland, this is our homeland, this is our hometown. The temple may shelter us, but it is better to die here and sleep with our homeland than to be a person who will never return to our homeland. Pass my orders, and those who want to live can take some entanglements and retreat, and I will not blame them. ”

The herald received the order and silently retreated.

King Jin Zuo walked to the hanger on the side, where hung a set of cavalry special battle robes, which King Jin Zuo wore when he was young. It was this robe that he wore back then, and he made a name for himself on the grassland, and when he ascended the throne, he also wore this robe.

Now, in the face of death, King Jinzuo has changed into this robe again.

Since you are going to die, let's draw a perfect end to life without regrets.

Walking out of the big tent, King Jin Zuo was slightly startled by the scene in front of him.

The last remaining more than 1,000 warriors of the tribe have all been assembled outside the big tent.

These more than 1,000 warriors were the strongest warriors in the entire tribe, but they were all wounded, and some were even disabled.

But every warrior's face was full of perseverance.

Not a single person, out of the battlefield.

King Jin Zuo took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions, any words at this moment seemed too pale, so King Jin Zuo didn't say a word, silently passed through the soldiers, and stood at the front.

Not far away, a black line was speeding by.

That's someone from the Demon Sect.

A soldier brought a horse.

King Jinzuo turned on his horse, drew his sword and pointed forward.

"Charge with me!"

......

Feng Jian Che sat on the chariot, and several tall horses pulled the chariot and walked in the middle of the team.

Feng Huayue also sat on the chariot with her brother, although she knew that her brother could see everything around him through the "eye of the heart", but Feng Huayue still tried her best to play the role of the eye.

"King Jinzuo's troops, there are more than a thousand left. Feng Huayue put a freshly peeled orange in her brother's hand, and Feng Jian was slow and slow, putting it in her mouth one by one.

"Didn't he run away?" asked Kaze-che.

Feng Huayue said: "No, he is leading more than 1,000 people and is rushing towards us. ”

"It's not the same as the one I know. Feng Jian Che said.

"The end of a hero may always break out with some unexpected moves. "Wind Flower Moon Road.

"Hero?" Feng Jian Che smiled, "You think he's a hero?"

Feng Huayue said, "To our Holy Sect, he is not a hero. But to his own tribe, King Jinzo was a hero, at least he almost achieved a feat that none of the previous steppe tribes had achieved, and unified the entire steppe. ”

"Such a feat had been accomplished by the Holy Sect many years ago. Feng Jian said indifferently.

Feng Huayue said: "Brother, you are a little unreasonable." It was many years ago that the Holy Sect unified the grassland. ”

Feng Jian Che put the last clove of orange in his mouth and chewed it slowly: "You're right, we can't dwell on the past, we should look to the future." The Holy Sect had to get back all the things that were lost back then, one by one. King Jin Zuo is just an inconspicuous stumbling block, just kick it away. Our real opponent is only the Temple. ”

Feng Huayue's face was suddenly full of worry: "I don't know what happened to Chang'an, I heard that the master has entered Chang'an, and the master and uncles are afraid that they won't be able to stop the master." ”

"It must be unstoppable. Feng Jian Che said.

"Brother, are you so disoptimistic about my master and uncles?" Feng Huayue said with a pout.

"I believe in Yue Jingyu. Feng Jian Che said: "In the entire Great Wilderness, except for the master, no one is Yue Jingyu's opponent. Chang'an City will inevitably not be saved. Datang is bound to die. ”

Feng Huayue suddenly became anxious: "Then why don't we speed up this way?"

Feng Jian Che turned his head and stared at Feng Huayue with dull eyes, "Sister, have you forgotten that the culprit who harmed our Holy Sect trapped in the bitter cold land of the extreme north is not the Divine Temple, but Xin Zhige, the Academy, and the Tang Dynasty! The Holy Sect comrades who died in the hands of the Divine Temple were far less than the comrades who died in the Tang Dynasty. Our real enemy is actually Datang. The temple helped us dispose of Datang, we should be happy!"

"But...... But ......" Feng Huayue couldn't find the words to refute her brother for a while, and her little face turned red anxiously.

Feng Jian Che said: "I sent you to study in the academy, not to give you a sense of belonging to the academy, but to let you learn some enemy skills from the academy. Master claims to be a teacher without class, and I believe that in terms of teaching, the academy will definitely not hide its selfishness. I am also very pleased with your performance after you come back this time, but your sense of belonging to the academy is really unnecessary. ”

Feng Huayue bit her lip, and said softly after a while: "But if the Tang Dynasty is really gone, the enemy of the temple will only be our Holy Sect, and with Yue Jingyu's character, he will definitely not tolerate our existence in the world." ”

"The Holy Sect and the Divine Temple are originally of the same origin, and neither can really destroy the other. The final result can only be integration! As for who will merge with whom, it will depend on whose faith is stronger. What we have to do is to take Garan before the temple has withdrawn its troops. At that time, the Yongmendi Sect Master once left a last word, he said that there is a very important thing in Garan, if the Holy Sect can master it, then the faith in the world will change from the temple to our Holy Sect. ”

"What is it? it has such a powerful ability?"

Feng Jian Che shook his head: "It wasn't mentioned in the last words, so I don't know either." I can only go to Garan and look for it slowly, and I believe that I can always find it. ”

Feng Huayue said, "Could it be the secret record of the Heavenly Dao?"

Feng Jian Che said: "I once thought about whether it would be a certain volume of the Heavenly Dao Secret Record, but then I thought it was unlikely. Both Jialan and Zhiyue Guan have Heavenly Dao Secret Records in their hands, but doesn't the Holy Sect still exist? That proves that the Heavenly Dao Secret Records do not have that ability. ”

Feng Huayue said: "Then we really don't go to Chang'an?"

"You're worried about Yue Chen. Feng Jian Che asked.

Feng Huayue immediately stopped talking.

Feng Jian Che patted his sister on the shoulder: "Listen to my brother, forget about that person." Even if my brother agrees that you are with him, Yue Jingyu will definitely not agree. ”

Feng Huayue bit her lower lip tightly, and tears quietly poured out at some point.

Feng Jian Che sighed softly.

Outside the foot, a soldier's voice came: "Young master, we have seen King Jinzuo and his cavalry, do you want to attack?"

Feng Jian Che snorted: "No one will be left." ”

With the order of Feng Jian Che, the cavalry at the front of the team immediately broke away from the team and rushed towards King Jinzuo.

No matter how strong the fighting power of King Jinzuo's clan is, and no matter how tenacious their spirit is, in the face of the absolute disparity in strength, everything is vain.

This battle lasted only half an hour.

King Jinzuo, a generation of grassland tyrants, and his last more than 1,000 tribes, all died under the iron hooves of the Holy Sect's cavalry.

Even King Kinzo himself was trampled into a pulp.

A hundred years later, the Holy Sect once again unified the grassland.

Every Holy Sect soldier raised their weapons high and let out a deafening cheer.

Feng Jian Che floated to the top of the chariot, where there was a small circular platform, and he stood here, and his voice sounded to the whole grassland, or to the whole wilderness.

"I'm back. ”

"The Holy Sect has returned. ”

"Garan Temple, we're going to get back what belongs to the Holy Sect right away. ”

"Are you guys ready?"