Martial arts saint!

The martial arts saint made a move, who didn't feel frightened!

However, although they have an unconcealed despair in their hearts.

But neither the generals nor the ordinary soldiers had any intention of giving up, let alone thinking of being captured.

The black military flag hanging over the camp rolled in the wind and crackled.

Countless war spirits with blades in hand and armor in battle armor roared to the sky with hideous faces.

Affected by the spirit of war, the morale of the soldiers in Zhibei County was even stronger, and some people's eyes showed a kind of will to die.

That's right!

It's Deathwill!

Everyone knows that the Martial Saint is invincible, but, as a soldier.

They would rather die standing than live on their knees.

Therefore, they have long been prepared to die in their hearts.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

The soldiers' eyes turned scarlet, their mouths opened wide, and they let out a roar like a trapped beast, and there was an indescribable sorrow all over their bodies.

Mourning soldiers!

Under the oppression of the martial saint, the soldiers of Zhibei County completely turned into a group of mourning soldiers.

The mourning soldiers will win!

This is the difference between a hundred battles and a ranger.

The strength of a hundred battle elite soldiers is not only in the body, but also in the will.

It is very easy to kill them physically, but it is very difficult to break their fighting spirit mentally.

"The mourning soldiers will win!"

Looking at the soldiers with a cold face and a mournful whole body, as if there was no trace of emotion, even the martial arts saint Ling Feng, who was standing in the air and disdainfully landed on the ground, couldn't help but feel a little more shocked in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that the soldiers of Zhibei County would be so strong!

This kind of strong army, even in the midst of the great cadres, is very rare.

It's a pity to kill like this.

Thinking of this, his gaze subconsciously fell on Suihou Tianhuang.

After all, here, the requisition is respected.

"Strong!"

"The strongest soldiers in the world, if they can be mastered by Benhou, why worry about the great cause... ”

Martial Dao Saint Ling Feng's gaze fell, and Hou Tianhuang instantly understood what he was thinking.

For such an elite, I'm afraid no one will not be impressed.

That's right!

Hou Tianhuang was really moved, and for the first time in his heart, he had the idea of receiving the soldiers of Zhibei County under his command.

Actually, it's not just him who is moved!

King Chengjun!

Loyal and brave Bo Yang Lin!

Zhang Jiayu steps!

Huo Feiran, the governor of the North County!

There are also some organizations that are bright or dark, observing the war in North County, and all of them are tempted!

However, no matter how tempted they were, they had no idea of sending troops and horses to help...

After all, Ling Feng, a martial arts saint, was still standing in mid-air, suppressing the Eight Desolations with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai...

If you want to save the Zhibei County Soldiers from destruction, you must defeat the Martial Dao Sage.

But is it possible?

Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, looked at the radiant martial arts saint in the air like a god, and glanced at his dry palm again, and couldn't help but sigh.

I'm just a big Confucian...

The chasm between him and the martial arts saints is like a moat.

In the face of such an existence, he was not at all sure.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he could only hide behind the Beijun city wall like a turtle with a shrunken head.

"Martial Arts Saint!"

The breath behind King Chengjun kept floating, his blood burned, and he became five tall emperors.

Oriental Fuxi!

Southern Shennong!

Western Shaohao!

The North!

Central Xuanyuan!

The five ancient kings represent the five eras, and there is a faint tendency to merge together to form a humane Dachang...

With the entanglement of the five breaths, the power and momentum of King Chengjun erupted like a blowout.

There was a pillar of air above his head that soared into the sky...

Spirits!

Everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

No one thought that King Chengjun would quietly become a martial arts saint.

Originally, because they were suppressed by the martial arts saints, the soldiers of Beijun who were a little desperate rose a glimmer of hope in their hearts again.

It's not just you who have martial arts saints...

We have that here too...

Everyone's eyes were full of heat when they looked at King Chengjun, as if he was the ancient king alive.

"Finally I can't help it... ”

"It is worthy of being the reincarnation of the ancient king... ”

"This kind of heritage is not comparable to ordinary people... ”

Sui Hou Tianhuang looked at the five human kings in the air condensed by qi and blood, and the divine light in his eyes kept flickering, as if admiring, and like a chess opponent.

"But!"

"Seems clever!"

"But after all, I was in the game... The field of view is restricted. ”

"Emperor Qianpan is a generation of heroes, and he is an emperor who is difficult to come out of in five hundred years. ”

"How could he allow others to shine beyond him ... The more dazzling the Chengjun King's performance, the more jealous the Emperor will be!"

"This is also the reason why he was sent to North County and kicked out of the center of power... ”

"It's ridiculous, he hasn't come to his senses yet. ”

"Achieving a Martial Saint, although it can bring him unimaginable prestige, it will also make Emperor Qianpan more and more defensive!"

"What Master Hou said is right!"

"Don't say that it is the heroic Emperor Qiandi, even the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty will not let him go easily... ”

"After all, above the court, it is enough to have a Qiandi Pan!"

"No one wants to go through it once... ”

"So, from this point of view, King Chengjun is not a suitable candidate for the prince!"

"And since the great Qian, since Taizu, they have been alternating between civil and military. Emperor Qianpan is domineering, and the next monarch will naturally pursue a policy of gentleness!"

When the Taoist priest with his eyes closed heard Sui Hou Tianhuang's words, he couldn't help nodding lightly and said with a look of agreement.

"Or Mr. has seen it thoroughly... ”

"So the next generation of princes must be, and can only be the crown prince!"

"Actually, the battle for the prince has ended before it has even begun... ”

"It's ridiculous, the king of Chengjun has not seen through it until now!"

Sui Hou Tianhuang looked at the city with a faint look in his eyes, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, and he saw King Chengjun under the banner of the Great King Dragon, wearing a red python robe, with a resolute complexion, full of majesty.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Born ahead of one's time!

If King Chengjun was born at the beginning of the founding of the country, he would definitely be able to become a generation of heroes.

But alas...

The current era, it is not allowed, there is such a tough lord here.

After sighing, a trace of joy couldn't help but appear on Hou Tianhuang's face:

"But that's fine... ”

"If it is really this King Chengjun who ascends the throne, I can't say that it will cause a lot of trouble for Benhou!"

"As for his brother, who is better than a woman's hand, hehe... ”

Although Sui Hou Tianhuang did not say it explicitly, the contempt in it was beyond words.

"Five Emperor Dragon Fist!"

King Chengjun felt the heat in everyone's eyes, and a trace of arrogance and enjoyment couldn't help but appear on his face.

His fist exploded like a cannonball.

The five emperors behind him are very tacit and stride at the same time...

Five huge fists, converging into one, carrying supreme power, smashed towards the martial arts saint Ling Feng in mid-air with overwhelming momentum.