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It was late at night.

Everything is set up for tomorrow's battle.

The goddess Feng Zhiya has already made her bed and is waiting to serve her.

Ye Xuan is holy, compassionate, and will not let women wait in the empty room.

Finally, after taking a look at this country so delicate, Ye Xuan turned around and opened the curtain to see another kind of delicate country.

The service of the goddess is attentive, and Ye Xuan is worthy of it.

Seeing that Feng Zhiya still called him Junsheng, Ye Xuan asked her to change her words, and she could call her husband or master.

"Husband!"

Feng Zhiya was suddenly shy, but her heart was as sweet as honey.

Junsheng treats her so much, she is a concubine, what do you want in this life?

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Spend the night in the warmth of the hibiscus tent.

At sunrise on the second day, the northern frontier was already full of high-spirited soldiers, as well as disciples of various sects in white clothes and swords.

The big war is coming!

Everyone waited quietly for that order!

They were slightly nervous, but not because they were afraid, but because they were nervous because of excitement.

This time, the Terrans will no longer be aggrieved, this time, they will go out with the saints, fight to the enemy's house, and sweep the barbarians!

"Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at the jade (door) pass.

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken. ”

Before the war, who would have thought that Ye Xuan, the monarch who was tied to the fate of the human race, and Shixing, could also chant a poem to boost morale?

After a poem is chanted, the golden light soars to the sky! Words follow the law, if you preach.

Poetry is alive, and it is not only meaningful, poetry is also Tao.

As long as you can comprehend and get the way, you can preach with poetry, follow the law, and enlighten everyone.

This is the charm of the Tao.

Beyond the pale and powerless of direct explanations of language, enlighten sentient beings with the Tao.

If you can understand, you can understand the artistic conception of the poem and the aura of the poem even if you don't know what the jade is or where Loulan is!

The poems of the saints, the ways of the saints, and the enlightenment of the saints are extraordinary.

A poem is to make the morale of the three armies, even in the ice and snow, in the cold wind to the bone, all of a sudden like the sun, the light is bright, unmatched!

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!"

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!"

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!"

"Kill!"

The three armies roared this poem together, and the last killing was even more murderous and earth-shattering!

That's not a description!

It's a real avalanche!

At the top of the northern frontier, across the mountains, the thick ice and snow that does not melt all year round are shattered in these three roars.

Huge snow, crashing!

Avalanche!

The sheer amount of snow is unstoppable!

Boom, sweep everything, take up boulders, roll down from the top of the mountain, shake the mountains, and smash into the camp of the barbarian army below the mountain!

"Father!"

Princess Long Xijun is so surprised!

Even for people who grew up in the northern frontier all year round, it is the first time that the princess has seen such a large-scale avalanche.

The lord of the country, Long Qinggu, was also excited, and Angtian shouted: "Luck is there! Luck is there, the human race has a saint, and the human race will win! Kill! Kill!"

Roared three times in a row, the old lord of the country was in tears, and he was the first to jump off the tall city wall of northern Xinjiang and kill down the mountain.

Behind him are 10,000 soldiers of the Cold Country who have not died in a hundred battles, stepping on the top of the mountain that has just avalanche, in the rumbling sound of thick snow and boulders still rolling down, the sound of shouting and killing is shocking, and it is unstoppable from the top of the mountain, all the way to the snow and running with a slippery killing general!

"Kill!"

Ordinary Terran soldiers are so brave, as disciples of the Immortal Cultivators, even if they go to the battlefield for the first time, when it comes to killing the enemy, they are rookies, and many people are trembling with their hands holding swords now, but they can't help this momentum, and the blood in their chests boils, like a sword about to break through their chests.

"Kill!"

One by one, they all turned into tigers and wolves, and with their magical powers, they came down from the top of the northern frontier against the wind and rushed to kill!

Fight the enemy!

If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!

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Zheng!

Zheng!

Zheng!

The ethereal sound of silk strings suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, it was Qin Jun caressing!

With a flick of her fingers, between a flick of a flick, it's all Taoism, it's all strength, it's all swords, this is what the saint taught her, the piano can be compared to a three-foot sword, and the way to kill the enemy is more than a million soldiers!

Although she is immature in comprehension, today, it is enough for her to play the piano and help the three armies rush to kill!

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"Husband!"

"Senior Brother Xuan!"

"Junsheng!"

"We're going too!"

The women beside Ye Xuan, Feng Zhiya, Chang Jianping, Qi Jingru, Ning Youwei, and Wen Ren rhyme poetry...... They also surrendered their hands and asked for their lives, asking the saint to do it, and they were going to kill the enemy for the country!

For the glory of the human race, kill the enemy!

Ye Xuan is a saint, and the words and deeds of the saints will not prevent them from killing enemies for the country just because they are women, because they are close to him.

The best advice to them is, "Don't be soft-hearted when dealing with your enemies." Think about those who sacrificed their lives to defend the frontier, and only then do we know what we should do to be worthy of them. Kill, only by killing the enemy can you be worthy of them!

Ye Xuan's advice was not a cheap advice to be careful, but a reminder to them to fight bravely to kill the enemy!

This is true love!

A real pampering for them!

If they are soft on the enemy, they will definitely be killed by the enemy, so Ye Xuan will only urge them to kill the enemy bravely, only by killing the enemy bravely, they will be able to survive the big battle!

Of course, their safety is not just on their own!

The two countries are fighting each other, how can there be no immortals!

The barbarian immortal cultivator also has supernatural powers, and he can also kill people!

However, Ye Xuan is holy, he is the saint of the human race, and he must protect every human race!

He is holy, and he never speaks lightly of a single person's sacrifice!

He is holy, he has supernatural powers, all kinds of supernatural powers, he can protect everything he wants to protect, everything!

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. In a word, ordinary soldiers also get supernatural protection, and Lu Fei is fast running, and the bow is like the power of thunder!

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood!" Besides, the momentum of the three armies is like a rainbow, they share the same hatred of the enemy, and they regard death as home!

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!" Another word, in a word, every soldier of the clan is like a heavenly soldier possessed, and his martial arts are extraordinary!

You can kill people in ten steps, and you won't stay behind to kill people!

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

Feeling the skyrocketing of their physical strength and martial arts, tens of thousands of soldiers excitedly shouted the name of the saint!

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

The sword pawn is like this, even the sword immortal can also skyrocket the sword magic power under Ye Xuan's words!

"In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, who danced with a sword and moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. ”

"What a sword dance moves in all directions!Chang senior, I feel that I can split the sky and cut the sea with one sword!" "Sword King Su Dong, feeling that the sword qi in his body was about to break out, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and he couldn't wait to kill the Quartet!

"I don't feel it, I can already cut the sky and the sea with one sword! It's because Junsheng is helping us with the supernatural power of the sword yuan! Junsheng, ten thousand years!" Chang Jian is a sword immortal, shouting the name of the saint the same way, ten thousand years!

The momentum of the human race is like a rainbow, and it is unstoppable!

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