A newborn empire has spread its fangs against this world, and the blood that exudes it is terrifying.

The wind of war blew to the eight wildernesses of heaven and earth, and the people of Daxin were inspired, while the surrounding countries were trembling.

In this era, there is no humanitarianism, more important things, ancient and modern thousands of years, the surrounding barbarians looted the border, often happening, long years later, although the dynasty has changed, but the accumulated hatred will not disappear because of it.

This is the hatred of blood.

Therefore, when the news came out that the royal family of the barbarians was escorted all the way to Beijing for trial, the escort team had not moved, but the news in the newspaper spread and caused countless heated discussions.

Especially in the land of the Northern Plains, a few years ago, it was just plundered by the barbarians, and the hatred was the most intense, as soon as this news came out, how many survivors who were ruined and killed because of the previous robbery were irrepressible tears.

In the winter of the eleventh year of Yingtian, the snow was very heavy and the weather was extremely cold, and the team escorting the barbarian royal family also set off on such a winter day, to rush to the god capital before the New Year, and behead them after the New Year, so as to sacrifice the unjust souls of the Northern Plains.

In the prison car, the thirteenth prince Wang Xu was wearing a thick prison suit, his eyes were empty and silent, and he did not have much fear of death, but he was completely different from his other surviving brothers and sisters.

With this bearing, it is nothing more than that there have been rumors on the grassland that he has dragon energy on him and can achieve great things.

And in fact, it is true, in the initial trajectory, he even led his troops all the way to the Shendu, and then divided the world into three points, twelve states under heaven, and his khanate also occupied three of them.

It's just that, in this world, after all, force is greater than luck, or in other words, force is the greatest luck.

Although he himself had luck, and even almost ran away in the face of Daxin's iron horse, but in the end, in the face of absolute strength, he was still captured.

Refining Gang Martial Dao, one person can break five hundred armors, which can already be called the top force in this world.

What's even more terrifying is that such martial arts appeared in a person who was only in his thirties.

There are countless famous generals in ancient times, but most of the people who have come to this point in martial arts are above sixty, and they can reach the realm, and they are old, even if they forcibly raise their qi and blood, they will be exhausted if they can't kill many people.

"Shenwu Hou, what a Shenwu ......"

The prisoner car was a little bumpy, and the cold wind hit Wang Xu like a knife, hitting his already numb face, and it hurt hard.

However, he didn't care about this pain, but immersed himself in that unforgettable memory.

Qiankun Eight Seals, martial arts through the gods!

In this body, he is also a martial artist, and he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, but he never thought that martial arts could be so terrifying.

Over the years, he has seen a lot of various famous generals, but after all, they are still human beings and mortals.

But in the battle some time ago, he saw what a martial god is.

The Eight Seals of Qiankun, controlling all things, such a weather, is no longer something that can be described by manpower, it is simply like a great power that can only be possessed by immortality.

In that battle, it was said that it was 300 to 5,000, but in fact, it was the other party who defeated him by 5,000 people.

The men and horses under his command broke up directly after the opponent cut more than 200 armor in an instant.

You must know that the armor soldiers under his command can have more than 500 muskets, and normally speaking, one shot in the face, one round in a row, no matter how high the martial arts are, they have to be beaten into a sieve.

But the reality is that Lu Xun's speed is too fast, and more importantly, the opponent's martial arts divine will is extremely powerful, and even distorts people's hearts, more than 500 guns, can't hit at all, and once he is close, even if he has a gun in his hand, it is useless.

It can be said that this is completely out of the mundane gods and demons martial arts.

Of course, such a person is not impossible to kill, but the price required is very high.

The ancient overlord in history, if it is really according to the legend, his martial arts are definitely stronger than Lu Xun.

But he was still surrounded and killed by a large army.

Unless you practice martial arts to the level of Gu Daotian, you can not be afraid of the encirclement of the army.

"Leisurely world, how thin my khanate......"

For a long time, Wang Xu gave birth to such a thought again and again in his heart, this is already his time, I don't know how many times he has had this thought.

It seems that this world has always given the best to Middle-earth Shenzhou, all kinds of talents, geniuses, and talents, shining brightly, if it weren't for the ruler of Middle-earth Shenzhou, because he was afraid of the rebellion of the people below, and forcibly used various dogmas to restrain the nature of the people of Shenzhou and stifle their potential, this heaven and earth, there would have been no way for them to live in the bitter cold land.

How many famous talents in the literary world became famous at a young age, and then they were depressed all their lives? !

It's not them, Jiang Lang is talented, but the rules are like this.

The more young and wanton the young, the more enthusiastic the teenager is, the more he has to be suppressed.

But Rao is like this, and the heroes on the land of Shenzhou are still endless.

This time, Shenzhou was in turmoil, he thought it would be an opportunity, but he didn't want to, and now he has fallen into such a situation.

"Ying Tian ......"

Wang Xu muttered.

Since he was arrested, during this time, he has often dreamed that he took an iron horse to the Shendu, plundered most of Shenzhou, and finally sealed the territory to become the emperor.

In that dream, there was nothing to do with the Emperor of Heaven, Huang Tiandao also declined early, how many heroes and strong, relying on the demise of Huang Tiandao, accumulated the first pot of gold.

"After all, it is still a king and a loser......"

For a long time, Wang Xu turned his head stiffly, wanting to take a closer look at the rivers and mountains of Shenzhou.

Conquest of this land was a dream born in his childhood.

"It should be a bumper harvest next year."

"It's just me, it has nothing to do with it......"

Wang Xu thought to himself, for such a long time, his heart has gradually calmed down.

He doesn't care about life or death now, but his biggest idea now is to arrive at the Shendu as soon as possible and take a look at what kind of demeanor the legendary Yingtian Emperor is.

What kind of person can shape such a powerful army?

This kind of strength is not reflected in equipment, but in discipline.

Ying Tianjun's military discipline is simply more exaggerated than what he has seen from intelligence.

Earlier, he thought that those pieces of information were just a whitewash of the Daxin Imperial Court, but the real situation was that he didn't even dare to write about the information.

No slaughter, no looting, not even their captives were abused, and his sisters, until now, are even innocent.

This kind of thing, in this era, is a very incredible thing.

(End of chapter)