A year later.

The sun is scorching overhead. At the foot of the vast mountains. War drums beating. Battle Flag Hunting. This war. It's been more than a month in a row. YAN Guo. The million-strong army of the two countries in Dongling. Capture Xuanyuan all the way. Sixty-seven cities in the two countries of the Western Regions of Gaula. It's overwhelming. All fighters. Although there is a slight look of exhaustion on his face. But the more you fight, the more courageous you become. Millions of soldiers. Follow the coach Dongling Emperor to the East Heaven. Deputy Marshal Empress Liu Fengxi. After more than a month of bloody fighting. Finally killed Xuanyuan. The junction of the two countries of the Western Regions of Gaula.. Under the vast mountain.

Known as Xuanyuan. The vast mountains of the two countries of the Western Regions of Gaoluo. The mountains are prominent. It is based on.. It is a place where soldiers must fight.

This is Yan Guo. Dongling and Xuanyuan. The final battle with the allied armies of the Western Regions of Gaula and the two countries. If you conquer the vast mountains. The situation in this world. And it will be clear.

They. You don't have to work so hard anymore. The bloody battlefield is desperate. Throw blood to kill the enemy.

Under the vast mountain. The two armies are facing each other.

YAN Guo. The allied forces of the two countries in Dongling. Spear and spear in hand. Stand straight. Silver-purple clouds. The silver armor is like a white cloud on a sunny day. Stretches for miles. Purple armor. Look far away. Misleading. It was a fairyland on earth that had bloomed all over the violet.

Standing opposite the two armies of Yan Guo and Dongling is Xuanyuan, who is pressed like a black cloud. The 800,000 army of the Western Regions of Gaoluo.

From the formation. The number of people looks up. This war. Outcome. It seems to be pretty clear already. Even so. Xuanyuan. The face of the 800,000 army of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom. Still didn't show the slightest hint of timidity. on their faces. Be firm. Embattled. Defend the country. Death is like home.

This battle for the world. This bloody battle. It's not that the armies of Yan and Dongling died. It's them Xuanyuan. The armies of the two kingdoms of Gola in the Western Regions perished. In order to defend the homeland. Even if they know the outcome. Also fight to the death. Just work hard. Maybe. They still have a chance to live.

Even if it's death. They're going to have to fight their way out. Do what they can. Keep your home country. They don't want to be a successor to Fuso. Purple jade. White Wind. The outcasts of the country after the four kingdoms of Weiguo.

Look again. YAN Guo. Dongling and Liangliang. Although in terms of numbers to win Xuanyuan. 200,000 troops of the two countries of the Western Regions of Gaoluo. But there was not the slightest hint of contempt on their faces. After a year of cloth training. Xuanyuan. The armies of the two countries of the Western Regions have a new look. Their valor. Lean. They've seen it. So. Even if they outnumbered their army by 200,000. And how. Still, they have to be on the lookout. Serious about fighting.

Knock knock knock..

The drums of war beat. The trumpet sounds.

Officers and men of the three armed forces. Stand by. Wait for the instructions of the commanders.

YAN Guo. The black war horses at the front of the two armies of Dongling are above the Eastern Dark Heaven. Dressed in black armor. Dressed in a black cape. Stand in the sun. Exudes icy cold. Mystical light.

Feng Xi is wearing a delicate and beautiful red armor. Red cloak behind him. In the sun. It exudes a dazzling red glow. A cloak as bright as a phoenix crying blood. In the midst of the mountain breeze. Hunting sound blown up. She stood side by side with the Eastern Stygian before the two armies. Looking at the opposite side by Emperor Xuanyuan. and the rejuvenated alliance army of the two countries led by the lord of the Western Regions of Gaoluo. A slightly playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Such a disparity in strength is not too different from the army. It's more fun to fight. More than a month of continuous war. Xuanyuan. The million-strong army of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom only lost 200,000 under the army she and the Eastern Underworld cultivated by herself. It's not too embarrassing.

Xuanyuan. The two armies of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom were at the forefront. Sitting on the war horse was Emperor Xuanyuan in bright yellow armor. and the lord of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom in silver armor. This battle. For the last glimmer of hope in my heart. Both of them are royal drivers.

Just because. They don't want to be slaves. They don't want to go to Fuso. Purple jade. White Wind. The Footsteps of the Four Kingdoms. They don't want the centuries-old foundation laid by their ancestors to be ruined in their hands. It's based on . A year ago. They sued for peace with the state of Yan. Just to buy a little more time. Hard-working soldiers. Secretly conspiring. Cloth. for. Just this battle.

Fine. Wind Wild. Drumming. Flag dance. Silver purple cloud waves. Black clouds pressing the sun. Sword light cold. Murderous.

"This battle. I think we've been looking forward to each other for a long time. Looking forward to this fateful decision. A decisive battle that will determine the final outcome." Dongfang Shentian turned his head sideways to look at the cold woman beside him. Said with a smile.

"Yes. This battle. We're still going to win." Feng Xi smiled slightly. Road. That laughs. It's victory in hand. Calm and calm.

The reason why she dragged this battle for so long. But I just want to see Emperor Xuanyuan. The two lords of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom are struggling to the death. Just want this war to be more interesting.

"Emperor Dongling has been since he was fifteen years old. With his 120,000 troops, he defeated the 300,000 troops led by the prince of Wei who invaded the border of the Huang Dynasty. The title of General Zhenwei was given by the emperor after returning triumphantly from that great battle. From now on. As long as he plays. They are invincible. All the work." Emperor Xuanyuan said to the lord of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom beside him.

The lord of the Western Regions Gaoluo Kingdom sneered: "No matter how powerful he is. Even if he is the young god of war who is famous on Jiuzhou Island. I'm not afraid to back down. I'd like to see. Will he, the god of war who shook Jiuzhou Island, win the battle forever?"

The moment his words fell. The hand of the Eastern Immortal Heaven and the hand of Emperor Xuanyuan were waved down almost at the same time. At that moment. The drums of war are ringing in unison. Thunderous. Warriors marching in. Like a raging wave. Flags are waving. Like a cloud of wild rolls.

Suddenly. All armies march. Cold sword. Swords. Blood is like a rainbow through the sun. Erupting ......

Screams. The sound of swords intersecting. The sound of knives and guns piercing **. The sound of broken bones...... Under the vast mountain. Rivers of blood. Various sounds are intertwined. Render a bloody Shura place in the world.

Bony and bony. Piled up into a mountain. Picturesque. Cast in blood.

Gradually. The sun is fading. Dark clouds press the sun. It seems that I can't bear to witness this human tragedy. Scarlet Shura.

This war. In the midst of the wind and rain. It lasted for three days and three nights and still didn't end.

Today. The sky is clear. Feng Xi walked out of the tent. Come to the top of the mountainside. At the foot of the vast mountain is already a mountain of corpses. The old blood water party was washed away by the heavy rain. New blood is filled with water. Land. Stained with blood.

That. The war lasts for a long time. A storm and rain are coming. Dongfang Shentian felt sorry for Feng Xi. persuade her to go back to the tent to take shelter from the rain and rest. Although the Fengxi people returned to the handsome tent. but in my heart I am afraid. I can't calm down for a long time. It's like countless cat's claws scratching my heart. Extremely irritable.

Finally. Wait until today. The sky is clear. She couldn't hold back any longer. Not even breakfast. I hurried to it. Standing in the middle of the vast mountainside. Look at the clouds below. The willow eyebrows gradually frowned. Warriors at the foot of the mountain. Still in the morning light. Bloody battle.

Ignorance. This war. When will it be closed.

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