Jane Day.

Set up troops and show off your strength.

At that moment, the country was undoubtedly strong!

First of all, the emperor, the soldiers responded with cheers, and his voice was clear and clear, but at the moment it seemed so weak.

His voice was calm and restrained, and he just said a few words, and the enthusiasm of the soldiers in the audience reached **, and he hissed and shouted like a beast in heat, giving an extremely vigorous and excited reaction.

The emperor sat in the distance, smiling bitterly at Nangong, "I hate speeches!"

Most of the time he is a follower emperor, he will always see things that he can't usually see, and he will always get some half-understood or unintelligible information in his ears

"This man has been in a high position for a long time, has won the hearts of the people, and is widely loved; he is a man who is good at fighting and modest, and his mood is unpredictable, and unlike the usual northern generals, as long as he is courteous to him, even if he is displeased, it should be easy to persuade him. This is the evaluation of this by the delicate and depressed Wenxing.

"If Your Highness wants to fight, he can give you a war with a few words."

When the emperor heard this, he was thoughtful.

The commander of the guards, who walked in that day, was a sturdy man, slowly kneeling down, bowing his head and clenching his fists." Your Highness, according to the report, Prince Luoxue is missing."

The extremely strong and white-haired man sitting next to him frowned, touched his neck and asked, "What about the falcon foot wind?" Nangong Shen couldn't help but look at the other party because of his strange appearance, and the other party seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head and made a big smile at him.

Fortunately, he was saved that day, "missing."

The Imperial Envoy of Chaoyi, Feng Yu, frowned, as if he thought of something, "I'm in trouble now."

Speaking of his own brother, the emperor seemed to feel something, sighed, and asked Nangong hurt, "What do you think, how is he?"

Nangong was panicked, "My subordinates don't know."

"But it doesn't hurt to say that."

He could control his tongue, "I don't know about the adult." He added, "At least, I know. he's smart."

The emperor shifted his gaze and asked the delicate and depressed man, "Wenxing, what do you think?"

"Indeed!" said Wen Xing, "the prince is not lacking in intelligence, he is likable, he has no arrogance, and he even treats poor slaves with an amiable appearance, which can make anyone in the court smile, but what he still lacks is judgment and patience, and he does not even know how to forbear." He glanced at the Emperor, "Wait patiently, and soon, he will respond, even if the content of the story is different."

At the same time, the far northern region is cold and sealed!

In one of the residences, a council was also held.

Yin Xuzhen put his hands behind him, "The foundation is unstable, if it is unstable, all efforts will collapse and fall.I think our first step is to gain the support of the nobles.But be careful, if they are loyal to the old master, they will only invite trouble."

"The forces that support us may also be revolted and sidelined, and some of them need to be cautiously raised to the status of bureaucrats who are moving closer to us."

"If you can, choose the remnants of the sorrow to enter the temple.They are an ancient and arrogant clan, but as the branch of the Bai clan -- they have no blood but no strength.They once ran away angrily because of the conflict with Bai Liu.Even if the ministers kept and persuaded each other, they never compromised.Now they are obviously in decline, but because of their ancestor 'cruel slave master' Bai Chengcun once shook both sides of the Red River, no one in the north knows its prestige, even the rough giants have succumbed to their knees.Their fame is still there.As long as they are persuaded a little, the return of their clan will be greatly beneficial to us."

"Then there are the commoners, they obviously don't care about politics, they are just cats seeking food, and they have no absolute loyalty to speak of. The northern region is vast, and the tribes and savages frequently rob the village merchants.

Hayabusafoot sighed,

-- Yin Xuzhen does have some talents, and he has a clear plan to lay out, but it is obvious that he has made the same mistake that all scholars have -- talking to himself.

So,

The snow was white and cold, leaving only the cold wind to whisper in the forest.The villages and watchtowers in the frontier were all ruined because the barbarian tribes had sacked the land.Fire and wolf smoke were the silent declarations of the victory.At present, the plundering has extended to this point, and most of the villagers are afraid, or rather tired of living in fear.They have all migrated a few days ago.Only the sigh left by the cold wind blowing through the empty houses.

Lanterns creak in the wind.

He'd been in this town for a few days, and occasionally a few sparse figures would wander into the distance.

The northern region has a wide terrain and a cold climate, and has been ruled by the Bai clan, the lord of northern Xinjiang for thousands of years, and the lord Bai Yu three hundred years ago is an immortal material, with an iron fist, excluding dissidents, annihilating the Northwest Flower Mongolia State, and becoming a country in the north. The lord of Xiliu City, Bai Yan, is also a genius in the world, and the army of the four cities formed an alliance, counterattacked northward, fought a hundred battles, and even went down more than 20 cities, directly to the ancient city of Hanfeng.

He is the only one guarding this barren border town,

The Assassin Alone,

Those who can partner with killers are also destined to be killers.

Hayabusafoot remembers his "friend".

It's better to say that he is a friend than his "kind".

He went inside, and saw Duzun's body detached, lying motionless in a pool of blood, with a sword in his chest, the legendary sword that the emperor had given to Yao Duan, the Night Raven, and he sighed, feeling sorry for it, and even regretted it, thinking that the man's death had finally died.

But he was wrong,

The light of the blade, leaving a red rhyme, reflecting a faint light, is an unusually sharp shadow.

When the former dynasty and "Xuan" were prosperous, the divine court inexplicably disappeared due to the civil war, leaving a small number of powerful remnants to live on the land. Yes, it has been this way throughout the ages.

The descendants of the godless protoss finally provoked a rebellion, and this revolt continued until the demise of the protoss' power.

The owner of the Night Raven Sword is the God Hunter, a swordsman who stands out in the tide of rebellion, and he embarks on a journey of revenge for his friends, companions, and flesh.

And his matching sword has been reforged and changed hands many times, and it has always been unique, worthy of the name of God-killing Blade.

When he pulled out the sword, the blade was light, the blood was low, and the blade was bright and awe-inspiring.

Followed by

Duzun's body murmured again, and the body groped for a long time, and finally picked up his head, put it crookedly on his neck, and he slowly stood up, and smiled at Hayabusa. I thought you kid was dead!" The ugly smile exuded a mockery of life and death

He's a reliable friend.

What a formidable opponent!

In the future, he may be a formidable enemy for himself.