The eastern sky had just revealed a trace of fish belly white, and the low and distant horn sound slowly sounded in Luoxia City.

In the courtyard, Ye Wushuang, who was bathing and changing clothes, slowly opened his eyes.

Dressed in an elegant green shirt, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes were filled with a cold aura of decisive killing.

Outside the courtyard, many generals stood with swords in their hands, each with a solemn expression.

Looking at the flickering sky, Ye Wushuang murmured softly, "The big war is coming!"

"Passing on the order of the original appearance, the Blood Prison Army and the Silver Armor Knight are ready to fight according to the layout of a few days ago!"

The low and hoarse voice revealed an undoubted domineering, Ye Wushuang walked out of the courtyard, and several lieutenants immediately gave way to the road.

A towering chariot hovered high in the air, and a thousand heavenly dragons roared.

Ye Wushuang turned over and jumped into the carriage, condescendingly, looking at the undulating sword hall buildings, a lot of past events poured into his mind, complicated trivial matters, the scene of Ye Chen meeting for the first time in the martial arts, he became the elder of the Ye family, became the prime minister of the empire, and pointed out the scenes of the country, this scene, Ye Wushuang was unforgettable in this life, and finally, the picture stopped on the figure of Shengxue in white: "The head of the family, in the past, Wushuang guarded a city, today, Wushuang also defends this city, if he dies, Wushuang will also die!"

Before the words fell, Ye Wushuang turned around, and the chariot under him galloped out like lightning, heading towards the city tower, and behind him, the generals in clothes and armor followed closely like a shadow, and followed Ye Wushuang forward in a mighty way.

Almost at the same time, in the Luoxia Imperial Capital, there was a continuous sound of horns.

The soldiers who had slept all night poured out of the big tent in groups, dressed up with ties, and swept towards the city tower.

Looking at the past, this dense army was like a tide, unhurried, and with every step, the entire Luoxia City shook wildly, and the mountains shook.

Inside the lonely courtyard. Snow is flying.

The prince slowly got up, and on the chessboard placed in front of him, the chess game was chaotic.

"Sun!" the prince whispered, his deep voice a little weak in the wind.

"Ahem!" A cough sounded outside the courtyard, and the pale face of the sun stood quietly in the wind and snow, and his fierce gaze fell on the prince.

"How's the preparation?" asked the prince without raising his head.

"If the army of the Six Kingdoms steps into Luoxia City, the sword formation of the entire city will be activated immediately, and it can turn into a dead city in an instant!" Ri Yu said indifferently, in his black eyes. The killing intent gradually flashed.

"Isn't there any news from the Qin State side yet?" the prince raised his head and looked at the dark night that was gradually receding, with a touch of helplessness in his eyes.

"All the spies of the Martial God have been eradicated by the Black Ice Table, and no news has been received!"

"However, I'm afraid that Ying Zheng has already led the army to the Martial God!" Ri Gong's voice was heavy, and the blade in his sleeve flashed with a faint cold light: "Does the Qin State really want to send troops to the Martial God?"

Hearing this, the prince's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of bitterness flashed on his bewitching face. Nodding slowly: "Dominating the heavens and the earth, this is the goal of the Qin State!"

"And what about your chosen clan?" Sun's voice was colder than the cold wind, and even had a slight sense of murder.

"My choice?" the prince slowly raised his right hand to support the falling snow. said indifferently: "Ri Gong, there is nothing stupid in the world than insisting on what you shouldn't insist on and giving up what you shouldn't give up!"

After a pause, the crown prince said in a firm tone: "What flows in my body is the blood of the Martial God. Heaven gave me a pair of black eyes, so I used these eyes to be in the dim starry sky. Look for that ray of starlight!"

A smile appeared at the corner of his thin mouth, and he coughed a few times, turned around, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

In another courtyard, a lonely tombstone faced the autumn wind, and the dark sword light flashed between the light and dark heaven and the earth.

White hair is like frost, Mu Chen's eyes are extremely empty, and the wind and rain are coming, but he has always repeated the actions that have been the same for ten years, drawing his sword, taking out his sword, and collecting his sword.

A few meters away, Qianchuan Xue hugged the pink-carved Ye Xin, looking at the eastern sky with a calm face, Ye Xin in her arms was sleeping soundly, with a faint smile on her little face, and sometimes there was a crisp dream cry: "Xin'er is not afraid, Daddy is coming back!"

"There are some things that we can bear, why let her bear them!" The wind roared, the dark sword light disappeared in vain, Mu Chen, who was holding the sword, turned around, his white hair danced wildly in the wind, but his empty gaze stared directly at Ye Xin, and a rare touch of doting appeared in his eyes.

Hearing this, Qianchuan Xue glanced at Mu Chen and said lightly: "Because she is his child, no other child can smile carefree in the sun, why should she live in a fairytale world?"

"If Xiao Xin'er makes any mistakes, he will hate you for the rest of his life!" Mu Chen's words have always been so direct, never beating around the bush.

A faint sorrow locked Dai's eyebrows, and Qianchuan Xue was silent for a few breaths, "If he doesn't come back, Xin'er and I will hate him for the rest of our lives!"

"If the Wushuang layout fails and the Martial God falls, I will not hesitate to take Xin'er away!" Mu Chen turned around and continued to dance his sword, "This is his only flesh and blood, if anyone stops me, I will slaughter him!"

"You take Xin'er away, what about her?" Qianchuan Xue glanced faintly at the lonely tombstones out of the corner of her eyes, one of which was surrounded by withered lilacs swaying weakly in the wind.

"Xin'er is more important!" Mu Chen said lightly.

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At the Luoxia City Tower, the Blood Prison Iron Horse surged out, and the river flowed endlessly.

Between the gray heaven and earth, this is like a blood-colored torrent, and everywhere it passes, the meaning of slaughter is pervasive.

The silver-armored cavalry gathered in it, and all the armies came out.

After leaving the city gate, the army slowly spread out to both sides, and shot out with a devastating momentum, and the piercing and cold killing aura suddenly spread across the wilderness.

Standing on the city tower, Ye Wushuang was condescending, looking down at this extremely rigorous formation, and said slowly: "Arrow Formation!"

The lieutenant generals standing behind them all had a surprised look in their eyes, this sharp arrow formation is the most commonly used attack formation, and now, the army of the six countries is swept in, and they want to take the initiative to attack?

Despite some hesitation, several lieutenants passed on the order.

Boom! The mighty Blood Hell Iron Cavalry was divided into two sides, and as far as the eye could see, it was like a huge arrow that shot out, and where the arrow pointed, the heavens and the earth shook violently.

The fierce light was revealed, and countless iron horsemen clenched the spears in their hands, staring coldly at the eastern sky.

The cold wind swept across the heavens and the earth, roaring, the whole heaven and earth fell silent in vain, Ye Wushuang's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was waiting for something.

The sharp sound of breaking wind roared in the sky, and one after another the figures filled with a strong aura swept over the castle tower, these figures were all wounded, but they were still filled with a vast coercion, like wounded beasts.

Guardian of the Martial God, all here!

Fire Qilin, Xingtian, Chi You and others stepped into the air, and the cold killing machine filled their hearts.

"Seniors!" Ye Wushuang opened his eyes and saluted slightly, if it weren't for the mainstay of these martial gods, even if Ye Wushuang had no last resort, he would not be able to resist the army of the Six Kingdoms for two years.

"Wushuang, there's bad news!" the Fire Qilin's tone was extremely heavy.

"Is there any news about the Eighth Route Army?" Ye Wushuang's eyes shrank imperceptibly, and although he was uneasy in his heart, his face was not wavering.

The fire qilin nodded secretly, the current Ye Wushuang is not shocked by the humiliation of things, and his cultivation connotation ability is no less than Tiangang's eternal name: "At least the Fifth Route Army has been ambushed by the enemy!"

"Five-Way Army!" Ye Wushuang's heart sank slightly, if he lost the Five-Way Army, the power of the Bagua Diagram would be much less colorful, "I still underestimate the Tiangang Heroes, is it true that the Martial God has no hope?"

Ye Wushuang muttered to himself, and in a trance, the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue couldn't help but appear in his mind, and his dim gaze became bright again: "It will never be a dead end, as long as faith is there, the miracle is at your feet!"

At this moment, at the end of the eastern sky, the deafening sound of the Jin Ge Iron Horse suddenly sounded, and the mountain shook the ground...... (To be continued......)