Outside the 'Restoration City', more than half of the 6,000 'Restoration Army's troops were killed or wounded, and the blood gushing out of them dyed the entire land blood-red, and the dead were all over the mountains.

Wang Yan was lying on the ground, looking at the sky with empty eyes. At this time, he is no longer the high-spirited and outstanding Wang Yan.

He had a broken arm and a sharp sword piercing his chest. The blood that had been shed had taken away his life and made his face pale as paper.

Wei Ye stood not far away, quietly looking at this man of the world, without saying a word.

As the winner, Wei Ye's situation is not necessarily much better than Wang Yan's.

All over his body, there were wounds of various sizes, large and small, of varying degrees, and if a few were deeper, they would almost kill him.

Dressed in green clothes, it has already been dyed blood-red, and the long sword in his hand is constantly dripping blood.

In the previous battles, he had killed a total of one 'Xuan King', five 'Half-Xuan Kings', sixty-three 'High-Rank Xuan Spirits', and countless 'Intermediate' and 'Low-Rank' Xuan Spirits.

Wang Yan looked at this 'executioner' who was carrying thousands of lives, but he didn't speak. 'The winner is king, the loser is the villain', he understands this truth better than anyone else.

"Let's go. Wei Ye whispered a word, and then the long sword was gently swung out, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and Wang Yan's head rolled down like a round ball.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

The more than 3,000 cavalry 'Restoration Army' who survived had no intention of fighting again, and they were like sheep running around, fleeing for their lives.

In the previous battle, they had seen the horror of the man in front of them, whether it was 'talismans', 'archery', or the 'swordsmanship' he was best at, it was an extremely terrifying killing technique.

Every time this man makes a move, someone in their brother's robe leaves this world forever.

Fleeing in a hurry, the elites who were squeezed off their horses and trampled to death are countless.

Wei Ye just watched quietly, like an idle bystander, smiling.

In the sky, blue and black light shine alternately, like two colors of the sun. In the cloudless sky, there are only two small black dots that cannot be seen clearly, and every time the two black dots collide, there will be a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and thunder will roll.

In front of the door of the 'Restoration Palace', a cold world shrouded a handsome young man. The boy was imprisoned by the ice, unable to move at all, and then, a flaming greatsword fell from the sky and plunged straight into his skull, shattering his brain.

In the 'Restoration Palace', the second colt of Kitado, who was dressed in silver armor and held a sword, fought with the young man named the crown prince, and the red and blue light alternately shone brightly, and the breath of fire and ice was intertwined.

The powerful force of the shock shook the originally rock-solid palace violently. On the walls, the famous paintings hanging and the precious antiques on display fell to the ground and shattered.

Whether it was the crown prince or the second colt of Kitado, they didn't take a second look, and at this moment, there was only each other in the eyes of the two people.

The second colt of the northern hall entered the sword with 'sword intent', and the moves he swung out had both the domineering of the sword technique and the subtlety of the swordsmanship, which made the crown prince, who was known for his 'heavy sword', suffer a lot.

The fourteen elite horsemen around wanted to step forward to help, but they were stopped by the second foal of Kitado.

If you don't even dare to compete one-on-one with your opponent, how can I rule the country and level the world!

The Fourteen Riders watched quietly, no one intervened, and at first the Kitado foal was a little unable to let go, but as time went by, the advantage of the Kitado foal became more and more obvious.

Outside the imperial city, a sword soared thousands of miles into the air.

There was a young man standing on the sword, soaked in green clothes and scarred, but in this blue sky, no one dared to despise him.

Wei Ye rushed to the clouds and joined Beitang Hui's battle circle.

At the same time, Ye Junlin took a short rest, and rushed into the palace with Wang Bodang.

The form was suddenly reversed, and everything was moving in the direction of favor of the Beiyang Kingdom.

Above the clouds, Zhuge Iron Arm was defeated and retreated under the attack of Beitang Hui and Wei Ye. His clothes were cut through by two sudden sword qi, and viscous blood flowed down from the bloody mouth.

Zhuge Tiebi secretly screamed 'not good', turned around, and the whole person turned into a black rainbow and swept towards the palace.

Wei Ye and Zhuge Tiebi glanced at each other, and then a yellow and purple and a blue rainbow chased straight towards the black rainbow

In the palace, the crown prince also added a lot of new wounds to his body.

Whether it was Beitang Ciju's 'trick knife', Ye Junlin's 'sword intent', or Wang Bodang's 'dark arrow', all of them made him anxious to deal with.

Several times, the blades were attached to his body and flew past.

The reason why Beitang Ciju let go of his stubborn concept of 'heads-up' is because of Ye Junlin's words: "Fighting is not a process, but a result." As long as you can win and don't die, no matter what means you use, you can do it. ”

The combined efforts of the three teenagers almost drove the crown prince to a dead end.

But at this moment, a black shadow smashed through the roof of the palace and rushed straight down.

The three young men and teenagers made opposite moves at the same time, but they were forced back a few steps away by the seemingly random palm of the other party.

'Xuanwang Level' and 'Xuanling Level' are really very different.

When the crown prince saw the black shadow, he shouted softly: "National teacher." ”

The black shadow did not answer, picked up the crown prince, and flew in the other direction.

Just as the teenagers were surprised, the figures of Beitang Hui and Wei Ye flew in an instant.

"Where to run!"

Beitang Hui shouted, and the azure long sword in his hand swung out fiercely, with momentum like the wind, like a shadow.

Zhuge Tiebi knew that he couldn't dodge, so he protected the crown prince and took this blow with his body.

"Bang!"

The sword slashed at Zhuge Tie's back, and for a while the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were visible.

Zhuge Tiearm bit his lip fiercely, pulled the crown prince, and continued to fly upward.

Both Wei Ye and Beitang Hui did not chase after it very tacitly. In the dark, there is a providence, if a person's life should not be extinguished, no matter how ruthless you are, it is often in vain.

Beitang Jiju stared at the figure of the crown prince in the distance, his face was resentful, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth viciously, and 'spit' fiercely.

It was also from this moment that the most elite 'wall-breaking army' in the empire began to pledge allegiance to the second colt of the North Hall as their new monarch.

The originally calm sky suddenly gathered thick clouds, thunder, and a torrential rain