The phantom of the dragon, which was pale gold all over, just let out a roar in the void, and then turned into a pale golden streamer, unwilling to dissipate.

The Dharma of the Fudo Ming King also disappeared at the same time, turning into a golden-red flame that rose against the sky, smearing the white ring clouds into pure red gold. This light spreads in reverse, and then spreads out wantonly in the endless sky above the wasteland.

Heaven and earth flow gold.

Among the Golden Horde.

The last trace of reluctance in King Balmain's eyes disappeared.

Wang Anfeng's wheezing voice suddenly became urgent, his body shook, and he was about to fall to the side, but he barely stabilized his body with the palm of his right hand, and the sweat oozing from his forehead wet the ends of his hair and diluted the blood.

It's too reluctant......

Whether it was a head-on breakthrough, or a depletion of a body of qi, confronting heaven and earth, and creating a huge flame storm, it was too reluctant for a fifth-rank martial artist.

His vision was a little blurry.

The strength in the body has begun to dissipate.

There was a sudden commotion of panic in front of him, and Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and saw the arrangement of the golden tent clearly, obviously, even on the way to the march, King Balmain's enjoyment had not diminished in the slightest.

On the throne, there is a strange beast tiger as a decoration.

In front of the table there are golden cups for drinking.

And beside the throne there were several young women with pale faces and panic, several who had fallen to the ground with great fear and fear, and the eldest one pursed his lips and stood in front of everyone, holding the hilt of his sword in both hands.

The blade of the short sword was still facing Wang Anfeng.

Fu Minda's eyes were full of fear, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, but she still refused to relax in the slightest.

A pair of delicate eyes stared at the man with a hideous mask opposite, and a rapid and sharp threatening cry came out of his mouth, like a she-wolf protecting her cubs.

Although she knew that in the face of a terrifying warrior who could rush into the midst of all armies, she was actually no harder than a piece of tofu.

The young man who used to have a big sect before was just a pusher, she was like a dandelion, and flew out several meters behind her, but the young man was easily injured by a general with a knife, not to mention, the person in front of him must have repelled those generals before he could come here.

But even so, she still refused to retreat half a minute, holding in her hand the only thing that could protect herself, the maid behind her, and her blood sister.

Then she suddenly heard a laugh, and her body tensed.

The king-killer in front of her was covered with blood, and the iron mask with the face of a hideous beast also had traces of blood, as if it was a ghost from the legendary world of the dead, full of terrifying aura, but for some reason, she felt a smile mixed with apologies from those exposed eyes.

The Qin man said softly.

She didn't understand the words of the Qin people, and her memory was not very good, but she didn't know why, in this dead and absurd occasion, she remembered that sentence very clearly, ten years, twenty years, as if it had been imprinted to the deepest place of the heart and soul, and never forgotten.

In the future, thirty years and forty years later.

The woman who was already full of children and grandchildren, and her eyes were not very good, suddenly remembered this sentence one day, and told the ranger who had always remembered it at random to borrow water from the house, and the young ranger was stunned for a moment, then put down the bowl and told her with a smile.

The woman, who was already in her sixties, burst into tears at that time.

Because in the distant past, at that time, in the midst of the slaughter of ten thousand armies, the bloodied king-killer said with a smile to a few weak maids, to her who was once a girl.

"Sorry......"

"Scared you, didn't you?"

………………

At the same time, in the entire military camp, more than 20,000 elites, as well as almost the entire resting rivers and lakes, raised their heads, looking at the illusion of the dragon slowly dissipating, looking at the strange celestial phenomena that should never appear in winter.

No one spoke, everyone fell into a dead silence caused by the violent vibration, the crimson golden light reflected in their eyes, and for some reason, the murderous intent and evil aura in everyone's hearts slowly dissipated, and all that was left was tranquility.

I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know who spoke.

"What the hell is this......"

Dressed in resting clothes, Aten stared blankly at the distant place, as if it were a complete myth and legend, watched the dragon dissipate, watched the mighty illusory gods stand in the void, and watched the sky suddenly turn into a clear autumn sky.

His brain, which was not very bright, lost all its ability to turn in an instant, and the voice almost squeezed out of his throat, and then turned into a panicked shout the moment it appeared.

"That'...... What the hell is that? ”

"Dragon?! Am I not mistaken? ”

"That thing is a dragon?!"

Xu Chuanjun took a deep breath, he had always been calm, but now his expression was difficult to calm down, he looked up and looked straight at the direction in which the vision appeared and disappeared, his voice seemed to murmur, and said:

"Dragon energy, purple energy, king energy......"

"Lots of names."

"After the dragon qi dissipates, it will attack the person who killed the king."

"Those who are eaten back will die for life."

"But now, the dragon qi has been strangled...... Yes, it was, it was hanged......"

Xu Chuanjun's mind was in turmoil, but he suddenly thought of what the young man had said to himself when he left, he said, there is another solution, although there was an inexplicable premonition before, but when he saw this scene, his heart was still full of disbelief.

It was as if someone had been thrown above the clouds all at once.

Thoughts, breaths, even existence seem to be filled with unreal feelings.

Only when the dragon qi gradually dissipated, and the young man next to him shouted, his thoughts gradually recovered, and he really realized what was happening, and his breathing suddenly became short-

King Balmain is dead!

The dissipated dragon qi is the most obvious ironclad evidence.

One of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, a country with a place of tens of thousands of miles and a population of tens of millions, the country of rest, the most powerful and arrogant in the country, and even the princes and kings who had to retreat even the king of rest, were assassinated by one person in the midst of ten thousand armies.

When this news appeared in his mind, Xu Chuanjun couldn't help but take a deep breath, his hands didn't know when they were already clenched tightly, and they were even trembling slightly.

He couldn't help but take a step forward, his eyes wide open, looking in that direction.

It was as if he had seen through thousands of armor soldiers, through those martial arts warriors, and the assassins who had reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, and the resting princes and kings whose eyes were completely dimmed fell into the golden tent.

What are the consequences of this matter, does that person really know?!

King Rest Balman was killed, no matter how jealous and disliked this eldest brother was in private, King Rest would inevitably be furious on the surface, and even contact Great Qin because of it, if he still had life before, then even if he returned to Great Qin now, he would be in pursuit......

It's really true, heaven and earth don't allow it!

And, is this what you call another solution, Fengwu?

Xu Chuanjun's eyes converged, and a sense of disappointment and powerlessness inexplicably rose in his heart, his lips lifted, and a smile appeared on his once delicate and elegant face, but the corners of his lips and eyebrows were all soaked in bitterness and self-deprecation.

No, you don't know......

If you kill one Balman King, there will be a second Balman King, and the people who are high up may be different, but they will always exist, so what you see will still exist, and even worse.

That's how it is in this era.

At this moment, Aten suddenly let out a loud shout.

"No, what are those guys doing there?!"

Xu Chuanjun subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and his expression changed suddenly.

………………

In the barracks, the first to react was King Balmain's eldest son.

It was a tall and burly young man who resembled his father, married and had three sons, strong in martial arts and rough in man.

He had already reacted when most people were still shaking at the vision in the sky, and a trace of excitement and ecstasy flashed in those dark eyes that were biased towards blue, and then turned into grief.

With his left hand, he pulled out the scimitar in his hand.

The sound of the sword roaring suddenly rose and spread in the air, calling everyone's thoughts back, and when the eyes of the surrounding sergeants recovered from their confusion, they saw the eldest prince with a painful and unwilling face.

His eyes seemed to burn with anger, and he cried out:

"What are you guys doing?!"

"Are you not soldiers who are loyal to your father? Could it be that as the most elite and loyal guard under the command of King Balmain, he is now afraid in his heart, and he actually allowed the assassins to take the king captive?! ”

"Is this your loyalty?!"

"Is this your bravery?!"

With a sound of questioning, the resting generals and warriors bowed their heads in shame, and the eyes of the eldest prince Feng Wu, which were exactly the same as those of King Balmain, swept across everyone's faces.

At this moment, his chest was filled with complicated thoughts.

There was naturally the grief of the death of his loved ones, and at this moment he even thought of his father galloping on the grassland with him when he was a child, lifting him up and putting him in front of him, remembering his father's laughter and the memory of touching his hair affectionately.

But what soon came to the surface, burning all those good memories like a flame across the grassland, was the glory of finally not being afraid of the majesty of his father and the excitement of the whip, and the glory brought by the four words of King Balmain.

The warmth vanished in an instant, like dead grass that had turned to ashes in a wildfire, and left no trace, the fire burned away the warmth, and then continued to burn passionately in his eyes.

He still glared at the people around him, and the scimitar in his hand slashed forward, and he did not hesitate to say loudly with the posture of his master:

"The one who wants to assassinate my father is inside, why are you, as soldiers who have sworn allegiance to the country and the master, still stay here? Why don't you go inside and capture that assassin and save your father?! ”

"If anyone can hurt the Assassin, I will give him five hundred sheep and a chest of gold for glory. Whoever can kill that assassin will give him an oasis to eat!" ”

The breath of the people around him suddenly sank.

At this moment, a young man clapped his horse to catch up, also waved the knife in his hand, and said loudly: "Big brother is willing to take out his cattle, sheep and oasis to boost your morale, aren't you willing to give the response you deserve?!" ”

A chill flashed in the eyes of the eldest prince Feng Wu, but his face did not change, and he said: "Yes, not only me, but also my brothers will give a generous reward to the warriors who can save their father!" ”

At least two oases......

A hint of intent flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, he raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the vision in the sky had completely dissipated at this time, whether it was the dragon qi or the 'law phase' formed by representing the strength of the martial artist's heart, it had all dissipated.

It was like a dream, and now, the dream woke up.

A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

'Dharma'.

Countless fourth-rank martial artists, just because they had no way to truly strengthen their hearts and find the way of their own bodies, were trapped outside the Heavenly Gate of the third rank.

Even with the help of external forces, he was able to push open the Heavenly Gate for the time being and use the means of the Grandmaster, after all, it was only a borrowed power, and it was completely incomparable with the real Grandmaster.

The road ahead has been opened for him.

How can he?!

A chill appeared in Lu Tai'an's eyes.

At the same time, the masters of the three major factions all understood the current situation, since the Fa Xiang had collapsed, the other party must have been in a state of exhaustion, not to mention the reward, but to think about the possible consequences after letting him go, and everyone could not allow him to leave alive.

They glanced at each other, secretly knowing each other's plans.

Silently, there seemed to be a chill in the air.

Jin Yuansi couldn't help but shudder, he subconsciously looked back, and saw those heroic seniors with solemn faces, kind eyebrows, and respectable eyes nodding their heads to each other, and there seemed to be a cold chill between his eyebrows, which made his heart tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but retreat.

In a trance, he almost thought that he was not in the world.

It's just a ghost.

At this moment, I don't know which master suddenly shouted:

"He's out!"

For a moment, everyone's movements paused for at least a moment, and then the sound of weapons whistling was endless, and the two princes did not have the intention of fighting openly and secretly, and retreated back again and again.

Among the ten thousand armies, there were many masters, but all of them were stiffly tense, their eyes widening, and they looked at the entrance of the tent that was faintly stirring like water waves.

The eldest prince's heart was beating fast.

The palms of the hands holding the knife turned white.

The figure faintly appeared in front of his eyes, breaking through the blockade of 50,000 troops, chopping waves and swallowing dryly.

The second prince slowly retreated, and the surrounding masters raised twelve points of vigilance, he hid in the protection of many masters, looked at the tent, and breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't completely relax, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

No matter how strong he is, no matter how strong he is.

When the time comes, everyone will come together, and he will only kill the eldest brother at most, and it will be impossible to penetrate the military momentum of the entire army.

No......

Or a little bit back.

In the golden tent, Wang Anfeng unveiled the mask, hung the mask on the green bamboo, his face had changed secretly, and he was separated from the knife maniac and his original appearance, and then took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to push it on the heavy and complicated tent entrance.

Fu Minda behind him breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he could barely hold his weapon tightly, and thinking back to everything that happened today, it was like a dream.

They were just the king's maids, and they were obviously just cleaning up the traces left after the feast, but they didn't expect that there was a louder and louder noise outside.

She reassured the maids, who were younger than herself, that they were all right.

But then there was a louder noise, a raging wind, and before they could react, the Golden Horde was slammed open, and a man in a hideous mask rolled into the Golden Horde with the king.

Then the king's eyebrows were pierced.

The man nailed it to the thick cylinder in the middle with bamboo.

They simply can't imagine it.??

Is the king dead?

The king who almost called for wind and rain, the king who was immensely majestic and tall, was pierced and died like the most ordinary man, the most ordinary herdsman?

Fu Minda looked at the king, and suddenly felt that this majestic and high-ranking man, when he died, was no different from the lowly beggar slave in their eyes.

At this moment, she heard a commotion and jerked her head up.

The red golden light outside turned against her eyes, and she saw the figure walking out calmly, facing the sword, halberd, bow and crossbow, the cold light was like the sea, and she walked out alone.

The entrance to the tent was lowered.

It was the last time she saw him.

PS: Today's update presents......

Well, because of the problem of finishing the line, there are slightly fewer updates today, and tomorrow it should be possible to break free from the backlash of evolution and resume normal updates, well, it should be seven or eight thousand words.

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