Black armies stretched for miles.

The Yuanzi military flag flutters in the wind.

This is the army of the Great Yuan Dynasty!

And at this moment, this million-strong army stretching for miles is heading towards the Nanyang border, intending to go to the Wu Dynasty.

"This time, the world has invaded the military, and the vitality of the martial arts has been exhausted."

"Heh, Martial King Xu Qianqiu, with his own strength, killed the nine demon monarchs of Nanyang, this strength is indeed amazing, but even if he is strong, he is also a person, and he is the enemy of the world, it is really unwise."

"Not bad......"

The army is at the forefront.

A resolute-faced celestial marshal, his name is Yang Hou, one of the six military marquis of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and he is also the commander of the expedition to the Wu Dynasty.

Under his command, there are more than a dozen grandmasters as pioneers.

Such a lineup, although not the entire heritage of a dynasty, is amazing enough to sweep any country under the dynasty.

Other than that.

There are also the three major dynasties of the Great Zhou, the Great Qian, and the Great Chongqing, who went to Nanyang from other places, all of whom were elite generals.

"General, there's someone ahead!"

Suddenly.

A scout came to Yang Hou to report.

"Oh? Is it the army of the Wu Dynasty? How many. ”

"I don't know what the force is, but there is only one person."

"One?"

Yang Hou couldn't help but show surprise.

Alone?

How dare a man stop his million-strong army?

"Let Ben take a look."

Yang Hou came to the place that the scout had said.

I saw a man in white with a handsome but cold face on a hill, holding a long sword with a black sheath, standing against the wind.

All around him, there was sword intent circulating.

Every move exudes a cold aura.

Under the influence of his breath, there was gradually snow floating around.

The person who came was Xu Qianqiu's command, blowing snow at the west gate.

"Quite a swordsman, I don't know what you are doing when you suddenly stop my army?!" Yang Hou looked at Ximen blowing snow, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

"Withdraw the troops, or you will bear the consequences."

Ximen Fuxue said lightly.

"I see, you are a subordinate of King Wu."

Yang Hou's eyes showed a hint of understanding.

Then.

He sneered, and with a heavenly and human aura, he burst out, attracting the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, and completely locking the snow blowing in the West Gate.

"But you, a great grandmaster, can you stop me?!"

After speaking, he stopped saying a word and slammed out a slap.

The palm is surging and terrifying.

But Simon did not retreat or avoid the snow, and slashed out with a fierce sword.

The sword aura is fierce and cold.

The swords and palms met, and the two sides shook back.

Just when Yang Hou was about to continue to attack, Ximen Chuixue's body suddenly had an even more powerful sword intent, rising into the sky!

The sword intent is like a rainbow, soaring to the sky and shaking the earth.

The temperature around you drops rapidly.

The grass and trees on the ground are actually hung with frost and snow.

The vitality of heaven and earth was boiling, surrounding the body of Ximen Blowing Snow, the long sword in his hand trembled, and the sword qi traveled in a circle, freezing a side of heaven and earth.

This moment.

Snow.

People are cold, swords are cold, and heaven and earth are like turning into a midwinter wax moon.

"This breath...... Heaven! ”

Yang Hou's pupils shrank slightly, and his face changed greatly.

Unexpectedly.

Ximen blowing snow is actually at this moment, breaking through the realm of heaven and man!

"Is this the power of celestials?"

Ximen Fuxue looked at the long sword in his hand and muttered.

He is a great master who is comparable to the celestials, and during this time, he often argues with the nameless, and he is only one foot away from stepping into the heavens.

Today.

He finally broke through.

This moment.

The sword intent around him spread out, enveloping the heavens and the earth, and under the cover of this sword intent, Yang Hou actually shuddered and couldn't help but palpitate.

"It's so strong!"

"This guy has just broken through the celestials, but his sword intent is much stronger than most celestials, and even I am far inferior!"

Yang Hou swallowed his saliva.

"A sword."

At this time, the calm voice of Ximen blowing snow slowly sounded.

What do you mean?

Before Yang Hou could react.

Simon blows the snow and makes a move.

The white sword light bloomed with the snow.

No one could describe how sharp and cold this sword was, Yang Hou only felt that at this moment, every hair on his body had stood up.

The unprecedented death crisis caused the true qi in his body to run wildly to the extreme in an instant, attracting the surrounding vitality and heading towards the sword light.

One palm, one sword.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Some.

It's just that a silent chill fills every corner of heaven and earth.

The next moment.

A bloody arrow burst out from Yang Hou's neck, staining the ground red with wind and snow, and he trembled all over, clutching his neck.

"Okay, it's cold......"

Bang.

Yang Hou's body fell to the ground with a bang, and only blood kept flowing out.

Marquis of the Great Yuan Army...... Fall.

Slashed by a sword!

Ximen Blowing Snow gently blew off the blood on the long sword, and then looked at the million army in front of him, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless, and the sword intent was cold and cold.

"General, the general is dead......"

"How can this be, the general is a celestial, he, he was actually killed by a sword in seconds, this person is so terrifying!!"

"This, what should I do now?!"

Yang Hou fell.

The army was leaderless, and suddenly fell into a panic.

Seeing this, a general second only to Yang Hou immediately ordered: "The whole army listens to the order and retreats for thirty miles!" ”

The deterrence of Ximen Blowing Snow's sword was too strong.

Slash the heavens with a sword.

This means that he has the ability to take the head of the enemy in a million-strong army.

As long as he wants.

He can kill all the generals in the army one by one.

When the time comes.

An army of millions without a general will be like a headless fly, slaughtered by others.

The generals who saw this clearly did not want to stay for a long time, and immediately ordered to retreat first, waiting for Da Yuan's next instructions.

And Simon Fuxue looked at the retreating army and ignored it.

One person and one sword, sitting cross-legged on the hill, closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, feeling the sword intent, and quietly experiencing the mystery of the realm of heaven and man.

And it's on the other border of Nanyang.

In front of the Great Qian's army, a black carriage appeared.

on the carriage.

Sits an emaciated middle-aged man.

The man was carving a wood carving, looking extremely focused.

In front of the Great Cadre Army, a corpse of a celestial man was lying on the ground, and on his head, a flying knife as thin as a willow leaf was inserted.

The knife was exactly the same as the one used by the man in black to carve wood carvings.

Just now.

In a way that no one could understand, the other party sent out a throwing knife.

And then.

The commander of the Great Cadre died in front of them.

"How the hell did this guy go under the knife?!"

"God, he looks weak, why is the knife he sent out so powerful, it can kill the heavens in seconds!"

"Terrible ......"

The crowd was shocked.

Those generals were afraid that they would be stabbed the next moment.

One person, one knife.

It shocked the army of millions, and they didn't dare to act rashly!

"Retreat!"

I thought about it for a moment.

The rest of the generals made the same moves as the Great Yuan soldiers.

Retreat first.

"I don't know what happened to the other places." Li Xunhuan glanced at the retreating army, then looked at the rest of the place and muttered.