A piece of news will disturb the situation that is a little quieter, but it changed overnight, I don't know how many people, rivers and lakes, courts, the world, and many eyes have fallen on the Western Regions, falling on the distant land, looking forward to it.

It was like there were things they cared about most, like the stars shining in the wilderness in the long night.

The shadows that were originally lurking were used one by one.

They abandoned their original plans, tore through their previous disguises, and went straight to the same destination in the dark night like shooting stars.

Soon, news came back from there.

…………

Seventy miles outside the capital of the founding of the country of Chang, here is the highest mountain in this area, called Dongyang Peak, the mountain is rugged, I don't know why, all year round, almost not long half of the vegetation, now its main peak is more and more cold and arrogant, there have been masters who write two words Dongyang on it, there is a big day of the first birth of the elephant.

Wang Anfeng followed the trail of the Dichuan Khan and headed north.

That Khan King is not a character that can be easily dealt with, and the traces left behind are misleading, and he never thought about it, so he broke through and killed the seven warriors who blocked the way, and it was only a day before he was blocked again and had to stop.

"The blessing is immeasurable, can the layman be well?"

The old man in brown clothes stood in front of Wang Anfeng, he was dressed very plainly, but his palms were very clean, and behind him was a mighty man, followed by dozens of people, with a kind expression, implying sadness, not like a Jianghu person, more like a very knowledgeable elder.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and said:

"I don't know my husband below."

The old man shook his head and said with a smile:

"If you don't know it, it's all cheesy things in the eyes of the laity, can't you invite each other if you don't know it?"

"Then why is the old man blocking the way?"

The old man looked solemn and said:

"But the layman is going north?"

"I am here to save the lives of the laymen."

"The Northland Bingge Frontier, its momentum is slaughtered, and the life of the layman is also too sharp, if you want to get rid of this disaster, you must ask the layman to untie the sword, enshrine in our country for ten years, and dissolve the sharp spirit of the soldier, ten years later, the death will be self-extricated, and the time will personally return the blade and hands in the next meeting."

The old man looked solemn.

Wang Anfeng looked at the wooden sword in his hand, after this sword has undergone the reshaping of the sword spirit of the Zhanlu sword, it is already very different from the original, it is no longer as gray and inconspicuous as it was back then, and the crimson streamer, even if it is sealed in the scabbard, it faintly exudes a scorching aura.

Anyone, even if they don't know martial arts, can understand the value of this sword at a glance.

On the rivers and lakes, it is common to fight and take risks for the cheats of the gods, if it can be more beneficial because of this, there are not a few people who are willing to fight, and if it is provoked by people with intentions, it is naturally even more so.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze from the sword:

"I see, for profit?"

The old man did not speak, and his expression seemed to become more and more sad.

Wang Anfeng heard the sound of the wind coming, the divine soldier in his palm trembled, his wrist shook, and he had already thrown down the sword sheath in his hand.

The dozens of people in front of him had joy in their eyes, and secretly exchanged a look, and at the foot of the mountain here, there were thousands of military horses lurking secretly, all wearing armor and holding sharp blades, and the strong crossbow imitated by Great Qin had been wound.

The first general whispered:

"Later, when I receive the news of the national teacher, you and I will kill it together."

"If you can get this sword, Your Majesty will also be able to regain the great treasure from the hands of that minister, this is a matter that benefits the family and the country, you and I have been valued by the king in the past, but now, how dare you spare your life?"

On the mountainside, Wang Anfeng put the broken voice in his ears and looked at the old man in front of him:

"It is the great righteousness to be loyal to the king, but your monarch has nothing to do with me, I don't owe him, and the monarch who needs to harm the lives of others to be able to save it is better to abolish it and re-establish the monarch."

"I think that in order to prevent future incidents, you probably not only want this sword, but also want to use my life to curry favor with the Huns."

Bitterness appeared in the old man's eyes: "You, you actually know ......"

"I'm not stupid."

"Then why are you so ......?"

Wang Anfeng looked at the north, he felt at the moment, his own strength, in the face of the oppression of the powerful country, even if it was the other party who was wrong, but under the disparity in power, there were countless people willing to stop in front of him, he looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to see the running Hun Khan King, smiled, and said softly:

"I think that except for the Huns, there should be many people who take risks for this sword."

The old man is not an ignorant and dull person, and when he heard this, he understood:

"You want to make an example of the monkeys?"

"But you've abandoned your sword......"

There were already old man's disciples secretly released a signal, accompanied by the sound of the killing sound of the armor leaves, hundreds of fierce people wearing armor rushed up from the foot of the mountain, the strong bow and crossbow in their hands opened, and the edge was exposed, locking Wang Anfeng firmly, and a chill appeared.

Then he almost refused to give others half time to react, accompanied by a low shout, the crossbow arrows fell like rain, shooting towards Wang Anfeng, the old man closed his eyes, there seemed to be a sad look on his face, but he did not stop it, but after a few breaths, he immediately noticed that something was wrong, but he only heard the sound of the bow and crossbow breaking through the air, and never heard anything else.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his expression changed slightly.

Thousands of bolts froze in the air.

There were ripples in the air that were visible to the naked eye, vibrating in circles and calming down.

The man who was surrounded in the middle did not draw his sword, he calmly rolled the cuffs of his hands slightly upward, revealing the wounded and bandaged wrists, revealing the arms with knife marks, which were from the waist knife of the Hun king, and the smell of blood and medicine were mixed together, and the taste was very complicated.

Then he stretched out his right hand and held an arrow in his hand, which was still shaking, and with a little force, the arrow turned into powder.

The old man's heart shook.

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, looking at the long sword that was stuck upside down on the ground and locked in its scabbard.

"Who told you that Wang Anfeng is useless without the divine soldiers?"

The old man's expression changed suddenly.

"What? You ......"

Wang Anfeng's breath flowed, and his qi surging up.

"You should take a good look."

"On a certain body, in addition to that divine weapon and martial arts, there is this."

Between heaven and earth, a golden bell emerges from the void into reality, turning the youth upside down, and the red gold Buddhist scripture lines are carved on it, accompanied by slow rotation, exuding neon-like brilliance, dyeing the large white clouds in the surrounding sky into a red gilt color.

Among Wang Anfeng's eyes, the crimson lotus bloomed, and one hand was erected on his chest.

The illusory golden bell, which was slowly rotating, stagnated, and then whistled, and its sound was so loud that it rang ninety-nine times in a row.

Shaolin Golden Bell Jar.

"Ten thousand laws are not broken, the glass body-"

Rumble!!!

In just a few hours, there were master agents from various families and factions who appeared here, and the secret agent from the criminal department looked at the scenery on the mountain, looked at the wisps of flames that had not yet dispersed, and fell into a trance.

He had never seen such a dazzling flame.

Pure gold, wisps of silk, texture like the most delicate gold sand, just like that, from the bottom up, slowly floating towards the sky, filling the entire field of vision.

I don't know which genre is able to use such a qi machine, in the sky, the white clouds and mist, and even the clear blue sky, are rendered into a very pure and clear red gold.

After a long time, Xun Qiong came back to his senses as if he had suddenly woken up, and then hurriedly took out his belongings, and just sat in a hidden place, and quickly finished writing the secret letter.

On the same day, the news spread all over the rivers and lakes and the court in a special way.

"Wang Tiance's son appeared in Chang Jianguo, Chang Jianguo National Division went out for seventy miles to block, set up a military array, defeated but not killed, did not notice the residual sword qi, and then crossed, Chang Jianguo National Division held a new Lu sword to plot, grabbed the sword, nailed it to the top of Dongyang Peak in 1,300 zhang, and left."

"No one dared to move the corpse."

……

Heaven and earth gilded.

Xun Qiong raised his eyes to look at the vision between heaven and earth, and his heart was still beating wildly.

But he could not stay any longer, so he forced himself to compose, continued to get up, and hurried along the trail.

As a shadow, since he has been activated, the only explanation is that even the Criminal Department is extremely concerned about the affairs of the rivers and lakes this time, and even does not hesitate to let him show his figure, so that the lurking of the previous years will be in vain.

After that, he will be able to return to Daqin, so correspondingly, this matter must be done well.

But he already had a little realization in his heart—

This can be regarded as a collision between the Great Qin River and the Northern Frontier of the Western Regions.

Coupled with the particularity of the Shenwu Mansion, even the court cares very much about the result.

This is Chang Jianguo, which is more than 10,000 miles away from Tianxiong City, the border pass of Daqin.

He knew the way, and he rode away, using what he had learned to the best of his ability, and galloping in pursuit of undisguised directions and routes.

Another day.

It is 13,000 miles away from the Western Regions of Great Qin, Tianxiong City.

Walking through the boiling cities, I heard countless voices, men, women, young, young, old, listening to countless identities, countless people telling the same topic.

The man's story and deeds seem to be farther away than the heavens.

He walked across the grassland, on the most desolate corner of the grassland, smelling the pungent smell of blood, looking at the corpses all over the place, as if something was burning in his heart, he took a deep breath, lay on the ground, and wrote down the information he had heard and searched on letterhead.

"On that day, Wang Anfeng passed through Tianxiong City, 13,000 miles."

"The thieves of the seven countries joined forces to ambush, it seems to be lured by heavy money, so they do not hesitate to die, seventy-two masters above the third grade, six five, one of the four grades, known as a hundred villages, iron cables and horses, waiting in formation, it is rumored that the owner of the village came forward to invite the battle, Wang Anfeng responded to the battle, and cut it under the horse."

"The group of couges, please forgive, don't allow it, draw your sword and fight."

"In one day, all the villages will be wiped out."

Xun Qiong took a breath, the dry air of the Western Regions was mixed with gravel, he had known this for a long time, he had already known, but he had never known that when the cold air of the early morning was mixed with the rust of swords and the smell of blood, it would be so scorching.

It was scorching, blazing, like a flame burning.

His veins were boiling for it, and he looked around, and in the place where the sword was in the forest, he used all his strength to finally write down three words.

"Kill them all."

…………

One by one, like a flame in early spring, quickly swept across the land, and when the information was transmitted back, the words became less and less, but the frequency was increasing.

Those big people who used to be high in the lobby, the palms that seemed to be able to easily decide the life and death of thousands of people, when they picked up that piece of paper, they could not contain a slight tremble.

Every word is familiar to them.

Because the letter is written by the latent shadows, that is, there is no past, there will be no shadow of the future, and their handwriting does not have its own characteristics, because the characteristics represent distinctiveness, which means that they will be recognized.

If you recognize it, you will die.

Their hands can write the handwriting of anyone in the world, but now, the words written by people of different faces, different ages, and different years of experience, every stroke, every stroke, every hand, soft, upright, and beautiful, are soaked with blood.

From the distant and desolate desert, through the distance of thousands of miles, in the redwood attic lit with incense candles, the murderous aura bloomed quietly, still cold, still solemn, as if revealing the chill of the northern desert.

"The king of Shenwu Mansion has passed through Tianxiong City for 20,000 miles."

"Appeared in the country of Jiqu, the four-grade assassin stabbed him among the people, forcibly received a sword, killed it with palm force, coughed up blood, the people were not killed or injured, there was no hindrance, they drank tea and left, and the city lord sent him seventy miles outside the city, and he did not dare to retreat."

"And in the forest."

"It was 500 Hun soldiers on the day, and one of them died outside the city."

"The waves of the Zhahe River are stained with blood, the smell of fish is endless for several days, and the name is changed to Chihe, and the time comes, the vision of heaven and earth, such as fire burning clouds, that is, more than 180 miles, hundreds of thousands of people can see it."

"The Lord of the Shenwu Mansion is leaving the Western Regions."

"There is a formation of the former family of Dongzhou to block it."

"The Lord of the Shenwu Mansion never drew his sword, but struck with his scabbard, breaking through the mountains and rocks for ten miles."

"All the people were bloodless, and they withdrew."

"The lord of the house has passed the ............"

“…… Stop ...... and cut them all. ”

"Retreat, don't kill."

"Slash the ......"

"Whoever stands in the way will be cut off ......"

"Kill them all."

Tianjing City Imperial Palace.

Li Qiwu put down the letterhead in his hand.

The names on it, the names written on the letterhead by those secret agents without tears and blood, have gone from the son of Wang Tiance, to Wang Anfeng, and then to Shenwu Wang Anfeng, and now it is a simple two words, the lord of the mansion.

Day 5.

The lord of the mansion has passed through the Western Regions for 30,000 miles, passing through the seventeen countries.

Those who retreat do not kill.

Those who do not retreat will be beheaded.

Whoever is not able to stop it......

………………

Xun Qiong raised his head, and the water soaked his throat, but it was a little stinging.

Chasing all the way, his martial arts are not very strong, he has already been exhausted at this time, it can be said that if it weren't for the fact that the Shenwu Mansion Lord would encounter many obstacles, there would be people who would continue to stop in front of him without fear of death, he would have already lost his trace.

But at this time, with his strength, he was able to barely follow behind and was never blocked.

But what is the mansion owner for?

Are you not afraid of being known by the King of Dichuan?

He had hesitated and been curious like this, but now that he understood it, he even had a little schadenfreude in his heart.

What can the Huns do if they know? The Lord of the Shenwu Mansion has always followed behind, and the King of Dichuan has no time and space to move at all, only fear and oppression, more and more fear and oppression, and that kind of feeling will be squeezed in the bottom of his heart with time, and it will become heavier and heavier.

In many cases, such fears can be more heart-wrenching than life and death.

As long as he thinks that he is followed by a peerless martial artist in the world, all his attempts to stop him are swallowed up, like falling into a swamp, there is no movement at all, no matter who it is, there will be only despair.

He suddenly remembered that through psychological oppression, the opponent gradually lost his will and physical strength, and it was difficult to exert his own strength. This is exactly the best tactics of the Hun iron cavalry, imitating the hunting of wolves on the grassland.

The Khan of the Huns, in the end, fell into the tactics of the Huns, exhausted and embarrassed.

I don't know what the mansion owner will encounter and what he will do next?

Now no one dares to stand in front of the mansion master, right?

Xun Qiong was actually exhausted at the moment, but fortunately, perhaps the weight of the news was too great, so big that anyone who saw it with his own eyes lost all thoughts except shock, and he had come all the way to this point, although he was extremely exhausted, he had not encountered a fight.

Thinking about it, there was a feeling of joy in my heart, and I didn't feel tired for a while, sitting on the table of the restaurant on the side of the road, while munching on the meatloaf and swallowing the broth without the slightest grace, thinking about the food that the lord of the mansion had eaten there in the past few days.

Even if you are a top master, it is impossible not to eat or drink?

At this time, he heard someone next to him talking excitedly and said:

"Did you hear that? Have you heard of it? ”

"There seem to be many of the thirty-six countries faction gathered in front of them, intending to stop that one."

"What? Don't be kidding, this is no small thing! ”

"Where's the joke? Among the top ten sword sects, the Xingluo Sword Sect, the Liaolan Sword Sect, Huo and the Mountain Goshawk Sword all have elite disciples appearing, plus other disciples, hehe, this time I'm afraid that there is a master elder of any sect who can't stand it anymore and plans to go out of the mountain. ”

"Everyone knows that the lord of the mansion is for the Huns, but wouldn't this sweep our rivers and lakes in the Western Regions? It's normal for someone to be a master who can't look down on it. ”

"I see......"

Xunqiong's expression froze suddenly, and then before his thoughts moved, his body had already made a choice, got up suddenly, strode over, and said:

"What are you talking about?!"

After a while, Xun Qiong rode his fast horse, and without thinking about anything, he galloped outside.

His martial arts are not high.

Fortunately, the foot strength of the mount is not bad, all the way to the gallop, on the way, there are more and more warriors in the rivers and lakes, the heart is more and more restless, running wildly for several hours, and finally in the Longkou Cliff I saw that I chased the people all the way, just a young man who looked ordinary, and his own age was the same.

In front of him, just like the rumors of the rivers and lakes, everywhere were the disciples of the great sects of the rivers and lakes in the thirty-six countries, Xun Qiong had stayed in the Western Regions for a long time, he naturally knew the disciples of these sects, and felt the sharp sword qi, and his limbs were cold.

He wasn't worried that the Lord of the Shenwu Mansion would be defeated here, but he was just worried that he would come all the way like this, but he was stopped by others, would he fall short in the end?

Everyone in the world likes to close the coffin.

What's more, there are still so many people here, and the good deeds will not let go of such a good opportunity.

He thought wildly in his mind, gritted his teeth and stuffed the things in his hand into his arms, then turned over and dismounted, and walked briskly, there were many people here, but there was no movement, he was extremely conspicuous, but he had only taken two steps, and he could not get any closer to the front.

The sharp aura was like a sword, and the green cold aura that could not be seen by the naked eye was circulating under the earth and sky, and he couldn't get any closer, but countless doubts and incomprehensions rose in his heart.

With such a high level of martial arts, if you plan to catch up directly, you must be able to do it?

Why, exactly, do you have to go step by step like this?

Wang Anfeng held the wooden sword in his hand, the scabbard of the wooden sword tightly locked the blade of the sword, and he was sharp, so it was accompanied by constant fighting intent and constant confrontation, reaching the peak, but in fact, he never drew his sword along the way.

It is a battle spirit that turns to war.

It is the pride of urging the opponent.

But these, and the aura of the divine soldiers' heavenly movements, are all locked in the scabbard.

Tens of thousands of miles across the Western Regions, never drew a sword.

At this moment, holding the sword in his hand, the accumulated sword intent leaked out of the scabbard, stabbing his palm.

He walked forward, and it was the disciples of those sects in front of him, and at this time, among the Star Luo Sword Sect, a delicate and lovely girl walked out, wearing a goose-yellow sword shirt, and holding a small sword in one hand.

Yue Yue looked at the young man in front of him who had changed his appearance, with a complicated expression.

She thought of the brief meeting before Xiuyun Beishan, thought of the advice of that day, and all the past was gone, she saluted respectfully and raised the sword in her hand.

"On the orders of the master, this door is willing to marry with Shenwu."

"The Moon-Kissing Beidou Sword is here, and His Majesty holds this sword, and he can mobilize all the Xingluo disciples under the mountain."

"On the orders of the master, the Liaolan Sword Sect is willing to have a good relationship with Shenwu."

"On the orders of the division commander, Huo Heshan Goshawk Sword, he does not want to be an enemy of Shenwu, if the mansion master has leisure, the great elder is waiting for the seniors to stay at any time."

All the people around me wanted to see the excitement fell silent.

On this day, the last information and news spread all over the world, only three lines of words, and there was no longer a little murderous and bloody, but the weight was far heavier than all the previous ones combined, and the words on it were like mountain peaks, and the people on the ground were breathless.

"The Lord of the Shenwu Mansion entered the Northern Frontier from the Western Regions."

"The sect is salty, retreats, befriended, called the lord of the house, and the seniors are unwilling to fight."

"After 7,300 miles, no one stopped him, and he walked alone for thousands of miles, unstoppable."

……………………

The breath in front has stopped, and it seems that it has given up, or rather, there is a reliance.

Wang Anfeng crossed the grassland from the border, he did not go through the border pass, the Huns are different from the rest of the country, they have almost no border passes, and there is no very specific border, in the blue sky, and the grassland between the glaciers, is their kingdom.

You don't need to pass the border because you don't need to defend it.

For thousands of years, the Xiongnu were often the ones who invaded and plundered. This also provided considerable convenience for Wang Anfeng to enter, if he was in Daqin, he would never be able to enter so easily, and the people hiding in Tibet in front of him had stopped.

During this period of time, even if he had the means of the Medicine King Valley to track down, it would be extremely difficult for him to chase the ground.

The Khan King of Dichuan combined the methods of the soldiers and the means of the rivers and lakes, and constantly threw him away, because the complex terrain of the Western Regions could not approach quickly.

But it's all over now.

Wang Anfeng took a slight breath, his figure swept forward in an instant, pulled out a series of afterimages, and caught up with the last part of the iron horsemen, only more than a hundred people.

Originally, there were still many left, but along the way, the Dichuan Khan continued to divide his troops, interfering with his rhythm and tracking, because in the midst of the chaos, there were also soldiers in the rest of the armor who were contaminated with medicinal powder, which was really difficult to distinguish.

Many iron horsemen surrounded each other, protecting the big man at the core.

He was dressed in dark and heavy armor, and sat on top of a war horse, high as a mountain, and Wang Anfeng burst into it with his sword, and the same exhausted and tormented by fear and pressure could no longer hinder him in the slightest.

He didn't even draw his sword out of its sheath, but he had already rushed into it, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, repelling many iron horsemen, and instantly knocked the Dichuan Khan off his horse.

The sword in his hand was stuck in his throat, and at this moment, Wang Anfeng sensed that something was wrong, and violently lifted the mask that seemed to be half of the ghost god, and below was a heroic-looking man, with the unique facial features and appearance of the Huns, but it was not the King of Dichuan Khan.

The Hun warriors, who had their masks lifted, had no fear, but just laughed contentedly.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has now gone to the Golden Horde."

"Ahem, you're late, or are you late......"

………………

Three hundred years ago, the king of the grassland was full of pride and planned to build the pearl of the grassland, and the descendants of future generations wanted to shine on the descendants of the Great Qin, and the city of the Western Regions, are different.

But that doesn't detract from the majesty of the city.

In the center of this city is the golden tent like the sun, and then in turn, there are the tents of the Great Khan, the great nobles, the great generals, the chiefs, the herdsmen, and they spread out layer after layer, without walls, without the need for stone houses, only the herdsmen's tents, hundreds of thousands of them gathered together, surrounded by the golden horde.

Every winter, glaciers flow down the edges of the snow-capped mountains on either side.

The sun rises in the east, and the gold flakes on the top of the golden horde reflect a dazzling golden light.

This is the most majestic city in the world.

Early in the morning, the eldest prince led a team of thousands of people to rush out of the royal city, and thousands of flags surged in the wind, like clouds in the sky.

Si Zhong is the person left behind by the first village in the world, he has always hidden his identity, living in the Golden Horde, he is like an ordinary herdsman, and he can use beautiful wrestling techniques, but the rivers and lakes on this side of the Golden Horde have a slight movement, and they will pass the news to Daqin through their own channels.

How could he miss something like this one?

He drove his cattle and sheep early, accompanied by acquaintances, and went out to graze together.

White sheep spread out on the soothing meadows, and on the top of the mountain, like clouds floating in the green sky.

In the distance, he could see the surging Wang Qi, and he said this to the familiar herdsmen casually, thinking secretly, in fact, he could not hide it, because even among the Huns, the warriors who rode horses, held swords and bows, and sang and walked the grassland, were very curious about what was going to happen next.

The King of Dichuan Khan led his troops to appear in Loulan in the Western Regions, even if it was the King of Hungary, as long as he did not plan to fight to the death with the Xuanwu Army of Great Qin, he would not take the initiative to come forward, and could only send others to secretly assist and send Jianghu people, but once he entered the Golden Horde City and accepted the Golden Scroll, he was the Pao Ze brother of the King of Hun and was protected by the King of Huns.

You can ignore it outside, and kill it again when you enter it, even if Qin is provoking Hungary.

There should be no sloppiness and carelessness in the affairs between countries.

He saw a few horsemen rushing out from a distance, grazing on the high slopes of the grassland, and saw the flipped flags rushing out of front with a bang, like clouds falling from the sky, and he felt a little regret in his heart.

It seems that it has failed after all-

Before the Hun gave away the golden scroll, the Huns seemed to be reasonable, but in fact they were the most unreasonable, as long as they took the golden scroll, it was to give them a reason and excuse to be able to protect the king of Dichuan Khan.

However, although it failed, although it failed......

But no one dared to underestimate him.

The division center sighed.

Even in such a distant northern frontier, where interests intersect, it is possible to disdain hatred, but when the warriors here talk, they are also full of respect for the person in the last few days.

The eldest prince of the Huns ran out and saw the heroic and energetic in the past, but now he is embarrassed by the Dichuan Khan.

There were complicated thoughts in his heart, and a few days had passed, but it seemed that a few years had passed, he sighed softly, helped the King of Dichuan Khan up, washed his face with a golden basin, and then took out the golden scroll, smiling and relieved.

King Dichuan Khan bit the skin of his fingertips, blood oozed out, and there was a little dirt, and he was about to press on the golden scroll, he knew the price he was about to pay, but he did not hesitate, any price, once compared with life and death, is nothing.

But he didn't press down, his palm had already made a downward motion.

But without the thumb, such movements will naturally lose all meaning.

I can't tell you what kind of streamer it is.

As if the distance between heaven and earth was cut through in an instant, the thumb of the King of Dichuan Khan was directly chopped off.

The sharp light slashed before the Grand Prince's frozen smile.

It was stuck upside down on the ground, and the streamer dissipated inch by inch, it was a sword, a scabbard.

The scabbard shatters from the tail with a streamer.

"Quick! Protect Your Highness! ”

"Protect Your Highness!"

A man in a Hungarian robe rushed out, his qi immensely vast and unfathomable.

At the same time, the eldest prince grabbed the king of Dichuan Khan, who was about to press his palm on the golden scroll with his palm, and at the same time the horse neighed.

The grandmaster rushed into battle, and thousands of iron riders rode up.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were lowered, he was wearing a green shirt, and the battle spirit of 37,000 miles to come here slowly rose.

Step forward.

Holding the long sword diagonally in his right hand, although it was unsheathed, the heavy qi turned into a scabbard, locking its edge, at this moment, time seemed to slow down, and he could see the Dichuan Khan King in the distance, and he could see the grandmaster running towards him.

Twenty years of disaster.

Seize the sword in Loulan and set foot on the frontier.

The remnants of the Divine Martial Arts were all shattered.

The veteran Zhang Xu died of exhaustion.

National hatred, family hatred.

If you say that you don't die, you don't die.

Wang Anfeng clenched the sword in his hand.

Thirty-seven thousand miles, come here,

He never drew his sword.

A sword intent and battle intent converge, this is the way to raise a sword.

He slowly lowered his body, holding the sword in his right hand, and the palm of his left hand, as if the scabbard had faded, starting from the hilt of the sword, slowly wiping backwards, accompanied by a trembling roar, the sword body shrouded by the rich qi machine, the streamer shattered inch by inch, revealing the bright sword body.

A fierce sword aura soared into the sky.

The expression of the Grandmaster, who was like a flying eagle fluttering, changed suddenly:

"No, it's ......"

The first sword, with the sword as the bone, is a glimpse of the world's martial arts.

Take the sword of the sky and the sword is strong, the sword intent of the Tianshan is cold, and the Qingfeng is lonely.

It's called Sending Soldiers to Liberation.

The second sword, spanning 30,000 miles in the Western Regions.

Gather momentum.

Named ......

"Gale, rise."

The sword in his hand was raised, and the brilliant sword light rose into the sky, like a storm, rushing towards the sky.

The previous Grandmaster flew out upside down after three breaths, and his expression changed:

"Military formation? Not right......"

"This sword can't be hard-connected, can't catch ......"

"Your Highness!"

The eldest prince raised his head and danced the golden scroll in his hand, the ancient scroll was not made of gold, but the words above were more important than gold, and there was already a blood-drenched handprint, and said loudly:

"King Dichuan Khan is already the brother of my father's blood alliance!"

"Everything from now on will be blessed by my father!"

King Dichuan Khan endured the pain of his severed fingers and looked at the young man in green shirt in front of him.

The eldest prince also breathed a sigh of relief, at this time, he saw the young man raise the sword in his hand again, on the sword, the light lit up, the bright sword light lit up again, and the sword had appeared in the throat of the king of Dichuan Khan.

The blade of the sword pierced the neck, and blood flowed down.

The other end of the sword was held in Wang Anfeng's hand.

This is the most majestic city of the Golden Horde, the knights in dark and heavy armor are surrounded by scarlet royal banners, thousands of banners are rolled, like clouds falling from the sky, the grassland is dotted with pale yellow flowers, mixed with the green grass, the wind blows, low and low, and then raises again, like a surging tide,

In silence, the Great Qin man, who was a little embarrassed, quietly pulled out the sword in his hand.

The eldest prince looked blankly at the headless King Dichuan Khan, and a flame ignited in his eyes:

"What are you doing?!"

"The King of Khan has taken the golden scroll!"

"Yes, so what?"

"I killed."

"You!"

The murmuring of the sword was endless, blood dripping down the spine of the sword, Wang Anfeng held the sword in his right hand, his left hand behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes were peaceful, facing the first heir of the powerful country in the world, his expression was flat.

"Your rules should not be."

"How?"

The eldest prince gritted his teeth and said:

"Who the hell are you?!"

Wang Anfeng smiled slightly, looking at the majestic Golden Horde in front of him, he could feel the terrifying qi rising in the royal city, looking at himself, but the more so, the more he had an unstoppable pride in his heart.

Holding a sword, facing this foreign country, with the gift of the Great Qin Central Plains, he bowed slightly.

"The rivers and lakes are scattered, Wang Anfeng, I have seen His Royal Highness."

"I wonder if Your Highness has ever heard a word?"

"What?!"

The young mansion lord raised his head, and his eyebrows were sharp.

"Within reach, the enemy country is all over the place!"

"Please die by my sword."

“？？！”

Shenwu Zhang Xu died on the seventh day.

A man walked 30,000 miles with a sword and killed the king of Dichuan Khan outside the Golden Horde.

The prince fell to the ground in fear, laughing at his timidity.

The sword qi is endless, slashing the royal city and the royal flag, and the royal city is in turmoil, and there is no trace.

In the legends of later generations, the sword qi that tore through the sky that day brightened the sky in the north, obscuring the great sun on the sky, someone held a sword and slashed, the sword weapon grazed the sky, burning a golden dazzling flame, which did not disperse for a long time.

Day 2.

There is a new person on the world's peerless list.

PS: The volume of the world will end tomorrow.

After that, you may need to take a day off work to reflect on the questions and prepare the story and content for the next volume.

I'm going to finish this JPG in March