Tower.

In front of him was an endless wasteland, and in the distance, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were arrayed and angry.

The air between heaven and earth is almost stagnant, this kind of golden iron horse is overwhelming but silent to the point of depressing.

The clouds are rolling above the sky, the wind is gusting, the military flag in the military formation is hunting in the wind, and the cavalry on horseback is straight, like a sword forest, standing between heaven and earth.

In front of the army, the white-robed general riding on a tall horse, the young man's picturesque eyebrows and eyes, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow, were gloomy and ruthless.

Raising his sword and pointing straight at the Xiliang City Gate, the light of the three-foot Qingfeng was cold.

"Kill."

One word is killed.

Chaoyang is dead.

In a foreign land, even, there are no bones.

The young emperor was furious.

Ignoring the obstruction of his mother, he ordered 100,000 troops to attack Xiliang with a wave of his long sleeves in the Jinluan Palace, which was bound to avenge the sister of his mother's compatriots.

The general in command is the wonderful little son of the Qi family, Qi Jue.

The Xiliang army was defeated and retreated.

The regent, who was originally in charge of the military, closed his door and refused to lead the troops.

Now Qi Jue's army has come to Xiliang City.

Xu was carried away by hatred and sorrow, and was eager for revenge, and the young general was successfully plotted by the enemy.

Qi Jue in the last battle.

Defeated and defeated.

There was only the sound of fighting between heaven and earth, and as the living fell one by one, there were only endless corpses left on the wasteland outside Yanmen Pass.

The billowing smoke, the spears and swords stuck in the ground, the dense forest is almost impossible to see.

Reinforcements were delayed.

In the end, only the young general remained.

Qi Jue smiled, stuck the long sword on the ground with his backhand, and slowly stood up...... The body shook, and then, raised his sword and pointed straight at the regent of Xiliang on the opposite side.

"Xiao Yunran, how dare you, how dare you kill her......"

The young man on the opposite side froze directly, his white and slender fingers clenched, and he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

After a while, he asked, "Who are you?" ”

Without waiting for Qi Jue to answer, the young man with a beautiful and pale face had already answered to himself, "You are Qi Jue." The tone of indifference and unwavering was not even half suspicious.

His wife Xiao Yunran, the young man he missed, and his sweetheart who protected him even to death......

How could he not know.

"Descend, or, die."

The young man's indifferent words, the cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows was as bright as blood.

He promised Chaoyang that no matter what the circumstances, he would spare this person's life.

Qi Jue sneered.

He didn't plan to make it back alive.

His little girls are gone, what is he going to do when he goes back......

Coach Xiliang secretly ordered it.

Without the permission of the regent.

"Shoot the arrows."

Xiao Yunran's eyes were instantly misaligned, and his pale face was filled with tyrannical anger.

"Who allowed you to make your own decisions."

raised his sword and beheaded the so-called boss, the inner ghost installed by the Xiliang Emperor, the young man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes sank, and the corners of his red lips hooked up a touch of misery.

The only thing he promised Chaoyang was that he didn't do it.

……

The sound of breaking wind sounded, Qi Jue subconsciously raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand was raised to block the arrow containing ten thousand powers.

But he underestimated the power of the arrow, or forgot how long he had been fighting, his physical strength had already reached its limit.

The sharp arrow did not sink into his shoulder, and the huge impact force instantly lifted him to the ground, forcibly supporting his body with his sword, and the young general with a straight posture still held a three-foot green blade in his hand.