On the battlefield in the northern frontier, looking at the past, countless cavalry were charging, the sound of horses' hooves spread to the sky, and the Huns in rough iron armor held scimitars and roared to attack the defense of the capital.

Some died directly on the road of the charge, falling to the ground like a hard stone.

There are also guns in the hands of the Qin army that were cut off, and then smashed to the ground by heavy horses' hooves, trampled on their sternums, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

This node of the leyline, which was infested by bloody qi, had begun to appear unstable.

Bailifeng's armor has been shattered, even the Mo knife has shattered the blade, he roared angrily and stabbed the war horse with the war spear in his hand, and knocked the warrior on the horseback down with his shoulder, he was like a crazy beast, he raised his arm and waved the knife, with the help of horsepower, this knife directly cut off the opponent's neck.

The horses under the seat were stimulated by the blood, let out a roar, and suddenly stood up.

The big hooves of the bowl wrapped the horseshoe with a look of expression, and smashed it down, stepping the two fallen Northern Hungarian cavalrymen into the dirt, the sternum shattered in the click, Bailifeng gasped and raised his head, and saw the distant direction, the banner of the Northern Hungarian king was waving.

Under that cloud-like banner, the king of the Northern Huns wore the heaviest armor and was protected by many masters.

Under the charge and killing again and again, Qin's defense line was broken again and again, reorganized again and again, and he didn't know when, he saw the cavalry in the northern frontier regrouped, ready to charge, and said loudly in a hoarse voice:

"Lao Zhao, Xiao Zhouzi, get ready!"

"The Huns are here again, at least until reinforcements come over, do you hear that? And don't call me a general, call me a counselor...... Do you hear that? ”

“…………”

"Lao Zhao? Little boat? ”

No one responded, Bailifeng turned his head, and then his body froze, and behind and in front of him, countless corpses fell on the battlefield, and the wind blew through the blades in their hands that they had not put down until death.

This is the sound of the battlefield.

Ahhhh......h I see.

Baili Feng Mingwu -

It turned out that only this body was still there.

He looked at the cavalry regrouping in the distance, lowered his head to look at those familiar bodies, his body staggered a little, grinned, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the sky, and muttered:

"Lao Zhao, Lao Tzu said that he would give you an official, if you are not enough, I will give you a few heads."

"Xiao Zhouzi, Lao Tzu has written you all the letters you want."

"Didn't you say that you want your mother to send you some spicy seeds? Just die here? ”

His voice paused, and he said to himself:

"They all say that Lao Tzu needs to be at ease ......"

"Huh...... Those who said such things were not able to come back in the end. ”

"Fart, it's all fart, get up for Lao Tzu!"

"Don't play dead! Don't pretend! ”

He was so angry that he jumped to his feet, and when no one responded to him, he burst into laughter, and even he didn't know why he laughed like that, and the laughter echoed in the lonely battlefield, and finally became a whimper, and Baili Feng gritted his teeth, but the tears could not stop flowing wantonly on his face.

A heavy voice rang out, and he looked up.

The iron cavalry of the northern frontier urged the horses and prepared to charge again.

Baili Feng wiped his face indiscriminately, he leaned over and grabbed a somewhat broken Qin Banner, leaned heavily on the ground, supporting his body, a pair of eyes glared at the enemy in front of him, the black dragon flag rolled in the wind, like a blazing flame-

He roared: "Tiger Tao ride! ”

"Hold this place!"

Then he responded to himself with a louder voice:

"No!!"

The Black Dragon Banner rolls over.

When this flag is still there, it only represents a message, a message that has been accepted by both the enemy and us at the same time - the Great Qin Defense Line, which is still here!

The cavalry on the opposite side roared angrily, and more than hundreds of iron cavalry raised their hands to tap the armor on their chests, and the sound of slaughter urged the horses to launch a charge against the last Great Qin Tiger Ben here.

They gathered momentum early, so that when the power of the charge reached its strongest, they were able to swing the scimitar in their hands just right, Bailifeng laughed, and used the banner as a spear, and rushed towards the charging iron cavalry with all their might.

But at this moment, another figure easily overtook him.

Baili Feng saw the familiar figure and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

But the figure was so fast, it swept across the battlefield almost instantly, it was a delicate girl, dressed in white, and the black hair on the side of her sideburns was slightly shorter, like a lotus flower on the battlefield.

The sound of the silver bell echoed across the battlefield.

A streamer of light suddenly lit up, brightly as if it were fleeting.

Bailifeng roared angrily, crawled with a roll, and ran forward frantically, but he could only see the sword light that disappeared under the backlash of the king's anger and the white clothes.

Ultimately, in the celestial realm.

In the ink-stained sky, a bright meteor slipped down.

The white rainbow ran through the sun, and the fierce tiger representing the royal spirit of the northern Xinjiang roared and slowly dispersed.

On this day, more than a thousand years after the death of the ancestor of the Xue family, the assassin blade of the Xue family finally reached the level where the emperor who was in the midst of ten thousand armies, connected to the vast territory of tens of thousands of miles, and the heart of the people could be assassinated.

At this time, Liwu slowly drew his second sword.

This sword is different from the Zhenyue Sword, the Zhenyue Sword is the battle sword of Great Qin, the sword body is wide and heavy, this sword is much more slender, and there are already many cracks on it, but now this sword is still roaring, like a warlike warrior.

The sword of the emperor in the world, commanding the dragon qi.

Cast by Li Shude, the viewing platform is set in Qin.

A quaint jade pendant on Liwu's waist slowly lit up.

Who in the world can control the disrupted military formation?

There was once such a person who smiled calmly:

"After I'm gone, I'll leave everything to you."

Liwu responded:

"No."

The sword in his hand was drawn, and the old man closed his eyes.

So he saw the scholar smiling, the ethereal girl next to him drinking and writing poems, the swordsman with his sword on his lap, and the prince in white lying under the tree with a glass of wine.

Eventually, the people he saw were gone.

He burst into tears.

The craziest delusions of the previous generation should naturally be completed by the remnants of the previous era.

The five hundred years of hard work of the Mo family connected the leylines from the depths of the earth, and finally the seventy-two cities turned into a whole, and the soldiers of the military array took the mountains and rivers as the direction, the five mountains as the general trend and the seventy-two grandmasters as the collision angle, which was already a miracle that no one could reproduce in the first two thousand years and the next two thousand years.

And now, such a miracle has reappeared.

The viewing platform set the Qin sword to insert the point of the platform, and the great Qin left the martial arts and joined the formation.

Because of the influence and damage of the northern frontier, the luck rose to the sky again, the formation was running again, and it was even more powerful than before, the dragon that turned into luck roared into the sky, and the Emperor of Heaven watched his back hand being broken inexplicably, and a shock appeared in his heart.

He looked at the many enemies on the opposite side, and finally couldn't help but sigh:

“…… Brilliant reversal. ”

Until this moment, he was still calm and said:

"But you can't hurt me."

As if as he said, the dragon qi that rose again, and even more majestic, was grabbed by him with one hand and pressed under his hand, he stood at the highest place of the nine heavens, overlooking everyone, and said calmly:

"This seat is here, it is the destiny of heaven."

"You have done everything, under the destiny of heaven, but nothing."

"Your strongest can't hurt me."

"You and I are the same kind of people, you should understand, don't you?"

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the blade that suddenly appeared in front of him, and calmly looked at the green-shirted scribe holding the sword.

The majestic avenue broke the blade of the sword, this is not brute force, but the rules of heaven and earth, as if this sword should have been broken, the green-shirted scribe flew back, and the blade of the soldier was broken, but there was no anger on his face.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth that was rubbed by the rules, and said calmly:

"I confess your person and ambition."

"With your own strength, thousands of years of cultivation, you have assimilated a wisp of Heavenly Dao, and become one and two sides of this world, master the rules, as you said, the destiny of heaven is yours."

Behind the green-shirted scribes was the Great Qin Zhuguo, the masters of the rivers and lakes, and even the Yuan Ci, who was a little exhausted, holding their weapons, and heard the voice with a little coldness narrating unhurriedly:

"Five hundred years of planning, the collapse of Penglai Island, Kunlun's suppression of the Temple of Heaven, seventy-two divine soldiers, the emperor as bait, and even the death of the swordsman of the Tianshan Mountain, before he stepped into the Heavenly Palace, and then Yuan Ci was exhausted, dragging time to let the big array be repaired again, the emperor died, and the sword was held by the martial arts, and the assassin ......"

"Everyone has come this far, and they have used all means."

The Heavenly Emperor said flatly: "It is worthy of appreciation, but it is not enough. ”

The green-shirted scribe said calmly:

"Indeed, it's not enough, Yuanci is not your opponent at this moment."

"Neither can I."

"Everyone here, plus Kunlun, can't do it, I don't deny that."

"Since you are the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, then the martial artists who grew up under this Heavenly Dao naturally can't hurt you, and although we can hurt you, because you are still under this Heavenly Dao, we can't kill you."

The Heavenly Emperor said slowly, "Since you know...... Why do you want to do such stupidity? ”

His gaze fell on Wang Anfeng and said:

"Are you both here for you as a disciple?"

"Willing to take risks because of him?"

Yuan Ci's expression was peaceful, but the green-shirted scribe laughed loudly and said:

"Stupid!"

He looked sneering and said, "Naturally, it's because I can kill you!" ”

The Emperor of Heaven was indifferent in his eyes and was unwilling to answer.

The green-shirted scribe shook his head with a smile and said, "You are probably thinking again, you are the destiny of heaven, right?" ”

"Then why don't you look up and look at the sky."

"Your destiny is there right now—"

The Emperor of Heaven was indifferent in his eyes: "How can no one in the world recognize that he can be above the Nine Heavens?" I've seen and heard enough of your methods, it's time to put an end to this ......"

Someone interrupted him.

The flat voice echoed across the battlefield.

"There is a wind blowing above the nine heavens, Minggang."

The Emperor of Heaven raised his head suddenly, and the masters of the human world raised their heads, this place is already the Heavenly Realm, the Emperor of Heaven stands at the highest place of the Nine Heavens, but above the Emperor of Heaven, at that impossible height, a figure stepped on the void with his hands, the hem of his clothes swayed slightly, and he resisted the wind with nothingness.

A hint of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the green-shirted scribe, and he suddenly shouted:

"Do it!"

"Amitabha."

The vast Buddha light rose, and Yuan Ci stepped forward and restrained the Emperor of Heaven.

The Heavenly Emperor raised his hand and held it tightly, and that piece of sky was instantly swept by the huge power of heaven and earth, and even that person turned into powder, and even the Heavenly Emperor himself couldn't pay attention to it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But in an instant, under the tremor of the boundless qi, an afterimage instantly broke through the terrifying shattering, jumped high, and rushed from the sky to the Emperor of Heaven, he seemed to be the most sharp and swift wind in the world, the hem of his clothes was blowing, and the voice of the man was low.

"Fang is born and dies, and Fang is dead and alive."

"You can't do it, you can't do it."

"What?!"

"You ......"

"Although it is an enemy, since it is the lord of heaven and earth."

"Then so-and-so should naturally report his name."

"The thief is a feather."

"Here, based on the Great Dao, deprive you of your destiny!"

The young man stretched out his hand, his slender fingers clasped together.

So there was only one last word left between heaven and earth.

"I'm stealing the sky!"

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

Tomorrow's finale