It is rumored that in the Great Xia Palace, there is a pair of colorful birds.

This pair of multicolored finches is covered with colorful feathers.

Whenever there is a big event in the palace, these two colorful finches will be released.

And today, it is the great day of the Great Xia Dynasty, Xia Yuan and Feng Yi.

Colorful finches, wings fluttering, colorful feathers, in the sunlight, revealing a little mystery.

The official road, which was originally full of traffic, seems unusually calm today.

There were men of the army, as well as the Imperial Guards in the palace, escorting the carriages.

Galloping on the official road.

Outside the Frost City, 70,000 soldiers gathered.

Really, the black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it.

Every soldier's face was full of solemnity.

"Tsk! An army of 70,000, in just one month, we started from scratch and reached an army of 70,000, and even I can't help but admire myself."

Ah Yu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but say proudly.

"Huh! Someone will really put gold on his face, obviously he only recruits, less than a thousand people, and insists on returning the 70,000 to himself."

Tibetan Sword and Ah Yu can be said to be different, not that they don't get together.

The indifferent Tibetan sword, when he met Ah Yu, it was like a different person.

Seeing that the two were about to chatter and argue, Leng Wushuang's voice sounded.

"Okay, today is Xia Yuan's big day, the three of us will walk in front, and the army will be handed over to Yang An."

Leng Wushuang got to the point.

Xia Yuan, marrying Feng Yi, anyone thinks it is reasonable, because in the early years, there was gossip that Xia Yuan loved Feng Yi, so Xia Yuan also deliberately went to the place where Feng Yi lived, the sword cage.

Purposely, to build a "Fengyi Tower".

Back then, the matter was reduced to a beautiful talk.

said that the emperor does not love the country and loves the beauty.

He even made a poem.

The name of the poem is called, there is a phoenix.

The Beacon Fire Princes Pomeranian, the Ethereal Asgard Palace has a flute sound.

The yellow sand rises from the sky, and a flute is a song of the heroes.

The emperor's ambition to swallow mountains and rivers is a pity that it is difficult to move the hearts of beauties.

Who said that the emperor was destined for heaven, how could his heart be shaken if he was like ice.

This poem tells the story of Xia Yuan, the process of pursuing Fengyi and not being able to love.

In people's inherent impression, under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.

In ancient times, wasn't there a favorite concubine Daji and the establishment of a star-picking tower?

And today's Xia Yuan actually failed to impress Feng Yi's heart.

It once became an after-dinner conversation.

But in the blink of an eye, it was far from the beginning.

How many decades have there been in the mortal world in the past ten years?

Most of them thought that Xia Yuan had melted Feng Yi's cold heart after ten years.

"He, Xia Yuan, must be preparing a Hongmen banquet for us. If finding immortality is what Xia Yuan is desperately wanting now, Yang Zhong is really likely to be alive, and the inheritance of swordsmanship back then started with a few of us."

The swordsmanship that was all the rage has risen since then, whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in the army.

All have risen, boom.

Swordplay.

Sword slave, sword apprentice, sword master, sword god.

When he said this, there was an imperceptible pride in his tone.

"Cut! It's embarrassing, Yang An, a rising star, has dumped you ten streets."

"Ahem! , you're embarrassed to say that I, if it weren't for my decadence for three years, I would have dumped you out of sight."

"Brother Jiannan, you give a judgment."

"Martial Sword God, will you go too, right?"

Yang Feng thought of Wu Qiankun of Wugang Mountain, and also thought of Chen Kang of the Lieyang Sect, these were the people who led him to the road of swordsmanship.

Hearing Yang Feng's words.

"Old man Wu? Who knows that guy, but if he's alive, there's a good chance he's coming."

Like today's sword god.

Tibetan Sword, Leng Wushuang, Wu Qiankun, Jian Nantian, Fengyi, Ah Yu, Lin Mu, Bai Ye, Ruxi.

Nine people.

The three sword gods in the back, Yang Feng had never seen their true faces.

Hearing Yang Feng mention Wu Qiankun, the first to speak was Ah Yu.

Ten years ago, when Wu Qiankun was ranked as the Sword God. Just forty-seven eight.

Now ten years have passed, and it has long been more than half a hundred.

"What about the other three sword gods?"

"The other three, except for Ruxi, don't have much to look at."

"Cut! No matter how good-looking it is, can it compare to our frost-free sister?"

Cold frost, a well-deserved number one beauty list.

And it's still the kind that dominates the list all year round.

"Ahem, Xiao An, you are telling the truth."

It is rare that the hidden sword did not have a stinky boy on the left and a stinky boy on the right, but called him a small an.

"Yang An, the 70,000 army will be handed over to you, and the three of us will go first."

After saying that, the three of them only brought some simple belongings.

And left.

Only Yang Feng led an army of 70,000 and marched towards the capital of the dynasty.

The sword cage is the central hub of transportation.

Now the saint welcomes relatives, and it is endless.

Inside the Fengyi Building.

The well-dressed Fengyi, wearing a phoenix crown, is really a beautiful face in the prosperous era.

"Fengyi, it's time to go."

A voice reminded.

The streets on both sides of Fengyi Tower can be described as crowded with people.

After all, the most beautiful day for all women in the world is the day when they get married.

Who doesn't want to see the beauty of Fengyi wearing a phoenix crown.

It's a pity that the red hijab has long been on Feng Yi's head.

Imperial capital.

"Holy Lord, Feng Yi's side has already set off."

"Well, I know, by the way, those sword gods, is there any news?"

"Report! Shengshang, Jiang Chao Yu went out of the mountain, and the 50,000 horses we sent to capture the remnants of the Yang clan were completely annihilated."

"Impossible!"

Xia Yuan's first reaction subconsciously was, impossible!

50,000 horses, even if it is half a month, may not be able to finish.

What's more, it's only been less than ten days.

50,000 horses, say no, it's gone.

"Your Majesty, it's true, Yang An, the son of Yang Zhong, vaguely touched the realm of the grandmaster, and his swordsmanship was superb, and the three gold medal killers and twenty-five silver medal killers you sent before were all folded in his hands."

"Grandmaster realm, you mean ......?"

"Saint, this person is practicing his own swordsmanship, this talent is really terrifying, after coming out of the Broken Vein Mountain, it is even more like a different person, reborn, controlling the flying sword, and entering the army of ten thousand, just like watching fish and appreciating flowers."

The guard reported some of Yang Feng's basic information to Xia Yuan.

At the beginning, Xia Yuan thought that even if Yang Feng practiced his own swordsmanship, he was talented and evil, and he didn't have decades of years, and it was impossible to touch the realm of the grandmaster.

Unexpectedly, in just three years, the Five Realms Sword Master has grown from the beginning to the point where he is now.

It's terrifying.

"Looks like he's the big fish!"

The realm of the grandmaster, this is the realm of his dreams.

Today's Xia Yuan is forty years old, but because he doesn't know how to take care of his body, he is already too empty.

In order to strengthen the body and make yourself live longer.

He found a priest and worshipped him as a national teacher.

I learned that there is a way to live forever in the world.

Need to break through to the tenth realm.

So, Xia Yuan made a decision and decided to collect the inheritance of swordsmanship in the world.

At present, there is only the inheritance of the nine sword gods in the world.

Now, when Yang Feng touched the realm of the grandmaster, he only needed to find Yang Feng.

He will be able to find eternal life.

"Someone."

"The subordinates are here!"

"Come here......

Xia Yuan told several guards around him his thoughts.

The method of immortality, he is eager for it.

On the way to the capital of the Imperial Dynasty, Yang Feng led an army of 70,000 and traveled under the stars.