The yellow sand is rolling, spreading to the distance of sight, the heaven and the earth are connected, the blood stains the earth, the original ancient city of Loulan has collapsed half in such a battle, on this side is nearly a thousand banners descending from the sky, and there are only two people on the opposite side.

The Great Khan King of Dichuan looked at the other party, it was a young Great Qin man, the broadness between his eyebrows, more like a weak scholar, but he was wearing a complete set of Great Qin Mingguang armor, hard and heavy, the Mingguang armor was like a mountain, protecting him firmly, behind the armor, the scarlet cloak rolled in the wind.

The Khan of the Xiongnu whispered in the language of the Central Plains.

"Shenwu ......"

His expression was calm, his gaze was plain and serious, as if he was looking at a distant landscape, and the thousands of iron horsemen behind him were also silent and solemn, the tall war horses under him shook their heads slightly, and their long and soft manes rolled like a tide.

The Great Khan of Dichuan reached out and patted the horse's neck, retracted his gaze, and looked at the saber in Wang Anfeng's hand.

The sword had a blade that was slightly wider than the usual broadsword, and there was a conspicuous crack on the spine, and the cracks in the crack were filled with red-golden light, which seemed to be scorching magma still flowing, as if it would drip from the sword body if it was tilted slightly.

The vision just now, such a scorching breath.

Resist the volley of 10,000 arrows with a sword.

This is undoubtedly an awakened divine weapon, but it is not Zhanlu, it should not be.

The holy sword of benevolence does not have such a scorching and sharp aura, in the records of the classics, the sword is all ink-colored, compared to a sword such a murderous weapon, it is more like an eye, the eye of the sky, looking at the world, generous and kind.

The Great Khan King of Dichuan looked at Wang Anfeng:

"Zhan Lu Jian?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head:

"No, I didn't bear the weight of Zhanlu, that's what the sword said."

"There is still no one in the world."

"Volume?"

The Great Khan King of Dichuan lowered his eyebrows, thoughtfully, and then said slowly:

"It seems that that sword is not a simple divine weapon, it is not a power that can be easily manipulated by people, although I would like to try it to see if I have the qualifications to draw this sword, but now does not seem to be a good time."

"Wang Anfeng of Shenwu, let's stop today."

He patted the horse's back and sighed:

"Zhang Xu has let King Gu see the reason why Shenwu was a Shenwu back then, and the feelings and fighting spirit that have not changed for decades, to be honest, this king admires you very much, but since there is no way to get the Zhan Lu Sword at this moment, then this king has no reason to stay here, let alone fight with you."

"It won't be good for either side if it continues."

"Of course, this king's iron cavalry will have some losses, but as long as you return to the northern frontier, you can naturally recover your life, and you, even if you are a grandmaster, will leave your life, at least seriously injured, this is not cost-effective, with your age and strength, you and I will definitely have the opportunity to meet in the future."

"At that time, divide up and down, and see life and death."

"Let's go!"

He shook the reins with the palm of his hand, and the tall war horse under the seat swung its mane, and was about to turn around, and the iron horses on both sides around him were like flowing mercury, separating from both sides, protecting the Great Khan of Dichuan, and slowly turning the direction.

Nearly a thousand large flags made of animal skins surged in the wind, the banner was fixed on the cross-shaped black steel, the apex of the flag was like a short sword pointing to the sky, golden texture, there were delicate lines on it, it was forged by the women of the Hun royal family themselves.

Beneath such a ritual vessel, the flying gray flag resembles an eagle with proud wings.

Sheng Zhehan, who came over with his chest, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, he was unwilling, but it was undeniable that he was fortunate enough, as Zhang Xu, who had once stepped into the realm of grandmasters, after the soul of the Shenwu Army reappeared in the world, he still ushered in the end of exhaustion and death, at best, he only dragged more than a thousand elite cavalry to die together.

The opponent is, after all, one of the strongest armies of this era.

Even if there are only 8,000 elite people, they are still in the Great Qin Academy, highly valued, and are considered by the soldiers to be the strongest army that can best embody aggression like fire and thunder in this era, ranking fifth among the world's legions.

That's the recognition of his martial arts.

Sheng Zhehan coughed twice, looked at Wang Anfeng next to him, and said:

"Childe, what are you going to do next?"

He had already expected in his heart that the identity of the sword maniac should be quite extraordinary, but he never thought that the true identity of the sword maniac turned out to be a fighting general in the Great Qin Shenwu Mansion, no wonder he would be so shocked after learning the true purpose of the Great Wilderness Village.

Now that the danger here has been lifted for the time being, the next step should be to return to Daqin.

Transmit all the news here back to the Qin State, and then, as the Great Khan of Tongdichuan said, the situation in the future will become more and more turbulent, continue like this, as a strong army of the Huns, and the Great Qin Shenwu Mansion, they will one day meet again on the battlefield.

Also, Zhang Xu......

It is necessary to restrain the corpse of the old man who was alone in the way of the advance of the army.

The thoughts in his mind were very chaotic, one after another, but in reality, this was actually only a very short period of time, so short that the inky big air behind the King of Dichuan Khan was raised and the sea never fell.

Then he saw Wang Anfeng next to him holding his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then realized something, and his eyes widened slightly.

Could it be ......

Before he had time to react at all, the crimson streamer had already burst out of the cracks on the sword body in an instant, flowing slowly, and then covering the entire long sword divine weapon, Wang Anfeng raised his arm and slashed forward.

Then, accompanied by the sound of Qing Yue's sword, the churning gray flag was slashed by a quiet sword qi, and in the creaking sound, the flag flipped to one side, and the aftermath of the sword qi was endless, and it was forcibly stopped by the two generals, and the last sharp cut the cloak of the Hun Khan King, leaving a trace on his hard face.

The Hun iron cavalry, which had already reined in its own troops and turned to leave, stopped in an instant, and behind them, the cavalry's auxiliaries also stopped, and thousands of banners rolled over, and the aura of slaughter rose to the sky.

King Khan raised his hand and touched his cheek, and after the sting, the palm of his hand was bloody.

The sword barely left a hand, but there was no murderous aura, it seemed that he did not disdain to kill him with sneak attacks and plots, the expression of the Great Khan King of Dichuan gradually became cold, his right hand fell on his waist, and he held it on the hilt, and the Hun scimitar roared and slowly pulled out, and there was murder in the sound.

"You're missing out on my kindness, Shenwu."

"In this battle of life and death, you will die here with Zhang Xu's regrets."

Zheng!

The Iron Rider raised his spear again, and there was no fear in their eyes.

Wang Anfeng looked at the Dichuan Iron Horse, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and slowly stepped forward.

Then with the force of his right hand, he slammed the banner of Shenwu Mansion upside down to the ground.

The battle flag shook with a loud bang, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked, and in the thick eyebrows and eyes that were considered by the King of Dichuan Khan, there was suddenly an irrepressible and crazy aura, like a sword that had been well hidden in the worn-out scabbard, and finally pulled out, as if the fangs and claws that had converged no longer needed to be taken care of.

The edge almost stings people's eyes:

"Since it's a battle of life and death...... Well, the possibility of both outcomes is the same for me and for you. Either life or death. ”

Syllable!

He stepped forward.

Scorching flames rose from his body.

The sky became dim, and there was a faint starlight swaying down, converging into a red-golden unicorn, covered with delicate scale armor, and in the eyes of the eyes, the flames burned fiercely, and then roared, and the flames suddenly spread in all directions, with absolute power and suppression.

It is as if the ancient myth has descended on the world again, and under the starlight, the unicorn presses its claws.

The newborn divine soldier was raised, and the blade of the soldier pointed directly at the Dichuan Great Khan King opposite, Wang Anfeng's fingers slowly wiped over the spine of the sword, and on the eyebrows and the blade of the sword, the fierce edge of the slaughter rose inch by inch.

"As for good intentions? Heh......"

"This sword, called Shenwu, was already you-"

"Never die!"

The unicorn roared.

The roar of slaughter erupted, trembling between heaven and earth.

…………………………

Gangnam Province.

A handyman dressed in gray clothes pushed open the vermilion gate with yellow copper rings, stood between the two stone lions, spread his arms, took a deep breath of the morning air, and stretched.

"Last night, Taiping Jiangnan, ......"

Two little sparrows with sharp beaks flapped their wings and landed on the plaque, with skinny handwriting on it.

Wei Chi Mansion.

He yawned again, and turned to his own business in the soft rebuke of the steward.

The atmosphere in Wei Chi's house has been very relaxed in recent days.

Not only those distant doormen who are related to the Wei Chi family, but also the little maids who have just entered the mansion and just serve tea and water, or the handymen who shovel mud and catch earthworms in the flower beds day and night, all know that although Lao Zhuguo has often been away from home recently, he often smiles when he comes back.

He even took the initiative to smile and nod with them, idle and casually broke a few words, that was the Pillar Kingdom, once a Zhongxing minister who came over between the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and he always looked smiling, but he knew that this was an ambitious figure like iron.

Everyone said that Lao Zhuguo had encountered a great thing.

But what kind of good thing is that, which can make the old Zhuguo, who has always been feared, seem to have changed people, but no one else can guess it, pouring wealth and wealth, children and grandchildren, and there is nothing missing.

In the main hall, the contemporary head of the Wei Chi family looked at his father helplessly, crying and laughing:

"Dad, you asked me to bring it back quickly, is that for this matter?"

The former ghost plotted to stroke a jar of wine on the table, triumphant, and laughed.

"Haha, that's, the old man said he didn't believe I could get this kind of wine, and the other stinky boys were still making a fuss, hehe, this time in front of their faces, I don't believe they can still release any bird fart!"

"This time, it is absolutely necessary to make the renunciation of the Dao envy to death."

"Bad old man, old hair, I'm hungry for him!"

As he spoke, he slapped the table casually, but he didn't know if he was happy, and he couldn't control the strength of his hand, only to hear the sound of the table Kerala, and the mahogany table collapsed directly, and the jar of wine smashed on the ground, which would definitely smash a big hole.

The old man screamed strangely, and reached out to fish, maybe this jar of old wine has really passed too long, so long that even the ceramic jar has become fragile like rotten wood, or maybe the old man failed to control his strength, the wine jar was directly shattered, smashed on the ground, and the room was filled with the fragrance of wine in an instant.

"Dad, are you alright?"

As soon as Yu Chi Hongbo raised his hand, he instantly steamed the wine in the old man's hand with his own internal force, and then asked his subordinates to get a new set of clothes, but he saw the old man's body next to him frozen like a puppet, looking at his fingers.

Just now, the old man didn't want to hurt the wine, he didn't use his internal strength, and he was not a martial artist with external skills, and the fragments of the wine jar rubbed on his fingers, leaving a small scar, and the red liquid seeped out on the well-maintained palm, which was quite shocking.

Wei Chi Hongbo hesitated: "Dad? ”

The old man raised his head, it was just a simple action, but now in the Zhu Kingdom, as the head of the family, Yu Chi Hongbo's breathing froze slightly, and he once again felt the oppression from the old man.

"Hongbo ......"

"My son is here."

The old man took a deep breath.

"Go check, go check, what's wrong with someone in Shenwu Mansion?!"

Wei Chi Hongbo looked hesitant: "Dad......"

"Check it out right away!"

“…… Yes, son, go now, don't be angry. ”

The old man watched Yu Chi Hongbo leave quickly, closed his eyes, as a pillar of the country, the speed of intelligence and news was extremely fast, he quickly got the news he wanted to know, looking at the words on the paper in his hand, the old man's palm trembled slightly.

In Tianjing City——

Today, all ministers are not just ordinary officials.

The attendants, the eunuchs, and even the Shangshu Order and the Zhongshu Order were all blocked out, and Li Sheng, a laughing tiger in a python suit, stood at the door, and since his accession to the throne, the Great Qin Emperor, who was known for his diligence and sagefulness, did not open the door all day this time.

The folds were placed outside, and they were piled up very high, and the wind blew through them, and they rattled.

……………………

Yu Zhiming yawned, took advantage of the fact that the master above was not paying attention, rubbed his eyes, felt out a piece of dried meat, put it in his mouth, and slowly soaked it, so that his teeth would not make any sound when chewing, and then he bit it and ate it, feeling the unique flavor of the meat when it was dry, and squinted his eyes with satisfaction.

This is the school palace of Tianjing City, the first holy place in the whole world.

The hundreds of schools of thought, even if they are reprimanded as tricks and tricks, can find the soil and reason for their existence here, and Daqin has enough mind to accommodate these things, even if it is the old enemy Huns, good is good, and if it is stronger than himself, it will be patted on the head of his own family.

Then think about how to knock him to the ground.

Yu Zhiming thought about it for the seventeenth time, why hadn't the bell been ringed yet, of course, he had already known that there was at least a moment before Ming Chong released the guests.

He yawned lazily and decided what he was going to eat at noon in a while.

At this time, the sound of the bell rang suddenly, Yu Zhiming was stunned, and immediately from such a solemn roar, he guessed that it was the bell of the soldiers, and all the schools of thought of the hundred schools of thought had a ritual in the palace.

Like Confucianism, it is called 'view of the ages', the bronze bell, carved with Confucian classics, the sound of the bell, the middle is generous, like a gentleman, warm and moist like jade.

And the soldiers are like the battlefield gold, and their momentum is fierce.

The soldier's bell rings twenty-four.

Immediately, hundreds of bells rang, echoing in unison.

Yu Zhiming was frightened, the jerky in his mouth fell to the ground, he couldn't care about the distress, he saw that on the top of the Xuegong Huabiao, someone rose into the air, erasing the side of the original carving of the top ten strong armies.

Dichuan Tiewei suddenly slipped from the fifth place in the world and fell directly out of the top ten.

Yu Zhiming was stunned.

This...... This, where is there a large-scale war?!

His gaze continued upward, and on it, he saw another line of names that only existed in the taboo, his breath was stagnant, and the young master in a green shirt with gentle eyebrows also looked quietly.

On this day, Shenwu King An Feng appeared in Loulan in the Western Regions and broke three thousand armors with one sword.

The ancient kingdom of Loulan destroyed most of it.

The school palace reviews the army of the world.

Shenwu Mansion re-entered the top ten in the world.

"Great Qin Shenwu, take advantage of this battle to regain the hegemony of the soldiers!"

Liqi Dao sat on the roof, gray hair, he was wearing a cyan shirt, and next to him were a handful of old men of the same age, ghosts, fierce generals, they belonged to the previous generation, silently raised their arms, and raised the cyan porcelain bowl in their hands to the crescent moon.

The two wine bowls did not touch each other, the wine surged, the broken ice hit the wall, and when it rattled, it seemed to be clinking glasses with someone.

Then tilt your neck and drink the spirits from your glass.

When Yu Chi Hongbo finally found the two old men, the two old men were drunk on the roof and pillowed each other.

He saw the wine jar next to him, he only drank half of it, sighed softly, did not do anything to disturb the scenery, quieted down, and when he turned his back, he heard the whispering behind him.

"—for Shenwuhe."

PS: Today's update presents............ Four thousand eight hundred words

Finally, it's going to end, and the Western Regions volume is over in the past few days.

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