The Northern Han Empire bordered the Southern Regions.

A monstrous cloud of smoke and dust rolled in, and 100,000 iron horsemen from the Southern Regions crossed the border.

Direct access to the frontier fortress of the Northern Han Empire - Zhennan Pass.

The south of the town was closed, and Chu Xiong personally sat in charge.

His majestic body stood atop the towering city walls, looking out at the vast army of the Southern Regions.

Squinting his eyes and sneering: "Southern Regions, ten years ago, I Chu Xiong led the army to repel the generals, and today, ten years later, you don't want to occupy a single cent of my Northern Han Empire's land!"

Zhou Zifeng's voice came from behind Chu Xiong: "Your Majesty, it's time for us to send troops to meet the battle." You used to be the nemesis of the Southern Regions, and now you are the emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty, and you have personally fought in person, we will be invincible!"

Because Zhou Zifeng had received Chu Wangchen's attention, Chu Xiong had promoted him to his side, which could be regarded as Chu Xiong's deputy general.

Chu Xiong nodded, and was about to walk down the city wall to face the battle.

He couldn't help but look back at the empire behind him, and he looked into the distance.

"Dust, I don't know when you'll be back......"

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

War is always cruel, and the land under Zhennan Pass was soon stained red with blood.

War, as if it were a huge meat grinder.

The soldiers threw themselves into it without hesitation.

After taking the Divine Blood Flower, Chu Xiong's physique improved greatly, and he couldn't help but step into the mortal realm, and he also had great potential talent.

During this period of time, Chu Xiong's strength has been on the rise.

He led the army to rush and kill, and Zhennan Pass was impregnable.

The army of the Northern Han Empire, with the Iron Cavalry of the Southern Regions, fought for 800 rounds, but there was still no result, and entered a state of intermission.

Many barbarian tribes in the Southern Regions are respected by the king of the Southern Regions, and the combined strength of so many barbarian tribes can be said to be equal to the power of the Northern Han Empire.

In fact, the entire Shangwu Prefecture, the strength of the five empires, is about the same.

In the absence of external forces, the Northern Han Empire and the Southern Regions will be a protracted war.

In the big tent.

Chu Xiong took off his bloody armor and was about to discuss the tactics of war with the ministers again, when suddenly a soldier rushed into the tent.

"Your Majesty, there is an enemy attacking!"

Chu Xiong snorted coldly: "Damn, I just finished a few hundred rounds, why did I come again, how many people came?"

The soldier looked a little nervous and said, "There is only one person here, according to our observation, judging from the clothes that person is wearing, it is a disciple of the Barbarian Witch Sect!"

Chu Xiong's face changed: "It's time to come, it's still here...... Hurry up and get ready to fight!"

Zhennan Guanxia.

The bodies were piled up, and it was not yet time to clean them up.

A young man stepped over the corpse and walked slowly towards the city wall of Zhennanguan.

The young man's garment, parted from the middle, was half completely black, and the other was completely red.

It is the unique costume of the Barbarian Witch Sect.

This young man had a look of contempt on his face, and he was alone, and he was going to break through this town Nanguan, a disciple of the sect, and he really didn't put the worldly empire in his eyes.

Chu Xiong had already climbed to the top of the wall, and with his strength, he expanded his voice and said, "Who is coming!"

The young man stopped, looked up, and smiled contemptuously: "Disciple of the Barbarian Witch Sect, Xi Feng! People of the Northern Han Empire, except for the Northern Han Emperor himself, who can fight with me!"

Chu Xiong's face was gloomy when he heard this.

This Xi Feng is only the strength of a ninth-order martial artist.

And Chu Xiong has already stepped into the mortal realm, and his identity is the emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty, he can't easily fight with a young man whose realm is lower than his own, and he needs to beware that there will be stronger people in the Barbarian Witch Sect to ambush him.

As the king of a country, Chu Xiong's life cannot be explained casually.

And seeing that this disciple named Xi Feng is so confident, it seems that even if the Northern Han Empire sends a great warrior, he can fight beyond the ranks.

At the same level, not to mention.

The disciples of the sect, compared with the people of the worldly empire, are much stronger in terms of their vision of martial arts and their comprehensive combat effectiveness.

There is still a risk in sending a great martial artist to meet the battle, and if you send a martial artist who is also a ninth-order to meet the battle, you will definitely be defeated.

This made Chu Xiong fall into a dilemma.

Although the other party was only a ninth-order martial artist, he couldn't find a suitable person to fight.

If you don't fight, it will affect morale, and you will be slowly killed by the Southern Regions.

In battle, it is difficult to win, even if you send a great martial artist to defeat that ninth-order martial artist, it will not be disgraceful, and the final result will be a big drop in morale.

The sect has always been one level higher than the world.

Just one disciple of a ninth-order martial artist put the Northern Han Empire in a dilemma.

At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed out on horseback.

Zhou Zifeng, who was beside Chu Xiong, exclaimed: "It's my son!"

Zhou Zifeng's son, Zhou Xing, armed with a spear and wearing armor, rushed out of the gate of Zhennan Pass.

Zhou Xing's voice sounded: "Your Majesty! The Barbarian Witch Sect is too deceitful! If we send a master, even if we die in battle, we will be convinced, but they only sent a ninth-order martial artist, which is obviously humiliating our Northern Han." I, Zhou Xing, were the first to disagree and asked to fight!"

Zhou Zifeng's face immediately showed infinite worry.

But he still gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, let my son go, this battle cannot be avoided, and there are always people who have to face it." ”

Chu Xiong's face was extremely ugly.

Knowing that his son was dead, Zhou Zifeng still did not hesitate and asked Chu Xiong to agree to his son's fight.

Such faithfulness can be seen by the sun and the moon.

As Zhou Zifeng said, this battle cannot be avoided.

Chu Xiong didn't want to watch Zhou Zifeng's son go to death, but someone had to go.

In desperation, Chu Xiong nodded towards Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing immediately waved the reins and rushed towards Xi Feng, a disciple of the Barbarian Witch Sect.

Xi Feng sneered: "There are really people who come to die, you can show a wave." ”

Zhou Xing sat on a horse, holding a spear, and even had some heroic meaning.

The two quickly approached, Xi Feng slowly pulled out the knife on his waist, and said sneeringly: "It's really low-level to even use the way of fighting on horseback! The world is really the world!"

The gun is like a dragon, and the cold has arrived.

"What about the disciples of the sect, I'm ...... Zhou Xing"

Before Zhou Xing's words were finished, he saw Xi Feng suddenly swing a knife.

Click!

Poof!

Under the sword, Zhou Xing's head and body were separated, and blood was splashed three feet!

"My son...... My son......"

On the city wall, Zhou Zifeng was an old man, crying heartbreakingly.

On the other side, Xi Feng still sneered proudly: "Northern Han Empire, who else can fight with me!?"

This time, no one played for a long time.

Xi Feng was even more proud: "Garbage is garbage! The dignified Northern Han Empire, no one can fight with me! It's really a shame! It's a shame! Chu Xiong, don't you feel ashamed?"

Chu Xiong, as the emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty, was speechless by Xi Feng's words. He personally is not afraid of losing face, but he now represents the entire Northern Han Empire, which will greatly affect morale.

Just when Chu Xiong was in a dilemma.

A young man, who no one had guessed, walked slowly out of the city gate.

"I, Chu Wangchen, will fight with you!"