PS: Supreme-Lonely, thank you for being with me for so long!

In the past, you said that it was a bit shameful to look at piracy, and said that you would compensate for it later, but today as soon as you open Q, you can see the promise you fulfilled.

It's just that you're leaving the supreme.

Actually, I'd rather not have that tip, I just want to walk with you through the last few months of supremacy.

Supreme is very slammed into the streets, has been hitting the streets, and has been able to support it until now, because of you, so it has persisted until now.

Whether it's pirated or genuine, they're all supporting me. It's like Ahslan. Kira is big, and has been supporting the supreme with recommendation votes.

Maybe many years later, my son will ask, "Father, have you ever written a very popular online novel?"

I will shake my head, I once wrote a very popular book, but in those years, there was a group of the loveliest readers who spent it with me, at the starting point, in the book review, in the post bar, in the group!

Blood and sand rolled, and the melodious sound of trumpets swayed in the miserable evening breeze.

The black oppressive figure was like a tide, and the Blood Prison Army and the elite of the empire were waiting eagerly, and their eyes were all gathered at the end of the sword tomb.

The monstrous sound of slaughter echoed like a piece of music in the vast sword tomb.

The sound of killing made the soldiers present ready to move, the sword had been polished, the sword had been sharpened, and as long as Ye Wushuang gave an order, this army would rush out of the territory without hesitation.

As a soldier, they yearn to gallop on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather.

The faces of every soldier are resolute and determined, and behind them are the mountains and rivers that they have fought for all their lives.

For this homeland, they want blood to splash outside the territory and dye the sky red.

"Whole army, attack!" The deep voice fell on the ears of the army like a thunderbolt from the sky.

The fierce and violent colors flashed in the eyes of these soldiers, and the incomparably powerful aura burst out one after another, with hundreds of millions of breaths.

In order to resist the menacing Yan and Zhao coalition forces, this big battle. Ye Wushuang has been preparing for a long time.

Even stationed in the Sword Tomb in person, wearing a green shirt, Ye Countless took off his previous elegance, and replaced it with a fierce killing aura.

"Fight!" Ye Pojun's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly pulled out the giant sword behind his back, and pointed at the end of the sword curtain with the tip of the sword, which was an extraterritorial battlefield and a resting place for countless soldiers.

"Battle, Martial God Iron Cavalry, invincible!"

"Kill. Conquer everything, wipe out the foreign invasion!"

Ye Pojun roared hoarsely, his voice was as loud as thunder, bringing the fighting spirit of the soldiers from all directions.

"War, the shame of the snow-capped mountains and rivers, raise the might of my martial god!" wave after wave of shouts converged together, forming an unimaginable sound of heaven and earth, impacting this heaven and earth.

Countless soldiers roared heartbreakingly, they were far away from their homeland. They are far away from prosperity, away from their wives and children, away from their parents, and they have become soldiers without hesitation. For this day.

Looking at the army of war spirit, Ye Countless felt desolate in his heart, he knew that today's battle. I don't know how many soldiers will be left outside the territory forever, how many families will be broken, and how many old people will lose their sons. The wife in the prime of life lost her husband, and the child who was learning to speak lost her father, this is an inevitable war, fighting for survival, Ye Wushuang sighed silently in his heart, took a step forward, the feather fan in his hand pressed down slightly, and said hoarsely:

"War satisfies the aggressive instinct of the Tiangang people, and satisfies the desire of the Tiangang people to plunder, destroy and slaughter living beings!"

"However, war deprives us of the peace of our martial gods!"

"Tiangang's hundreds of millions of soldiers are menacing, wanting to break through the martial gods, flesh and blood mountains and rivers!"

"Gentlemen, this is a long war, and it is also a hard war. You give up prosperity, give up comfort, you are brave and proud to fight for the martial gods, you are an extraordinary group of soldiers. Today, we face death together, accept the baptism of death together, finally, I want to say that I, Ye Wushuang, am proud to be able to fight with you, perhaps, some of us will be buried on the battlefield forever, but we have turned swords into plowshares, and exchanged blood for the dawn of hope. ”

"If I survive this battle, how will my children and grandchildren ask if grandpa is a hero who defends the martial gods?"

"No, I will raise the corners of my mouth and proudly tell him that I am not a hero, but I have defended the Martial God with you heroes!"

The voice was hoarse, and Ye Wushuang's gaze swept over the young faces, "In this battle, you are willing to bury the corpse outside the territory!"

"I'm willing!" a famous soldier raised his head, looked at Ye Wushuang with a determined gaze, and roared.

"Then fight!" the four hundred heavenly dragons roared in the sky, pulled up the chariot, galloped between heaven and earth, and went straight to the end of the sword tomb.

"Battle!" Ye Pojun and Ye Fan said hoarsely, with the army, they came out in a mighty way, like a flood that broke the embankment, overflowing the entire sword tomb, followed by the chariot, and swarming towards the end of the sword curtain.

In the sword tomb, a lonely courtyard, a lonely figure, standing with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the army going to the battlefield.

A plate of remnants was placed in the courtyard, surrounded by blood and sand, but in this courtyard, flakes of snow slowly fell.

The lonely figure stood in the wind and snow, like this snow floc.

"The era of heroes is destined to be an unfortunate era, poor extraterritorial, and there are many autumn grasses every year!" the cold voice echoed in the courtyard, and was finally buried in the rolling blood sand.

Outside the courtyard, there are many tombstones, some brand new and some thousands of years old.

Next to these tombstones, a Valkyrie Guardian stood with a sword, staring feverishly at the courtyard, the white-clothed figure like snow.

Five generations of moon gods, countless guardians whispered softly.

"Five generations of moon gods!" The fair-skinned right hand held the falling snow wool, and a trace of firmness flashed in the young man's eyes, "You haven't returned, I am the five generations of moon gods, and I have always been, defend this homeland on your behalf!"

The young man, who was also the crown prince, had been fighting for several years, leaving an inexplicable heaviness in his eyes, and in the past year, he had seen countless killings, and his disgust for killing grew stronger and stronger.

"The god of war is the feast of death, but peace requires recourse to blood and iron!" the prince muttered softly, turned around, and the snow flocculent in his hand turned into a white child, and quietly landed on the chessboard, bringing a shocking killing aura:

"My name is Ye Chen, since I am the fifth generation of the moon god, I should lead the disciples of the martial gods and defend the martial gods!"

"Now, hundreds of millions of soldiers in Tiangang are menacing, if you are still able to hold the sword, look at the sword tomb in the waste domain, follow me, and reject the army of Tiangang!"

The figure slowly levitated, and the prince's deep voice turned into an unimaginable sound of heaven and earth, breaking through the prohibition of the sword tomb, like a storm raging between heaven and earth, sweeping out.

In the entire Martial God Continent, the voice of the crown prince hovered in the sky.

At this moment, any bustle and hustle and bustle fell silent, replaced by a firm voice: "I am willing to defend the territory of the Martial God for the guardian!"

In the imperial capital of Luoxia, in the courtyard, Mu Chen danced with a sword, and the withered yellow leaves flew all over the sky.

At the moment when this voice sounded, Mu Chen's figure suddenly stopped, looking at the blue sky from afar, with a touch of helplessness in his eyes, "Haven't you come back yet?"

Shenjian Villa, as a second-rate sect in the Martial God Continent in the past, was majestic.

However, in Zongbi decades ago, the owner of Shenjian Mountain Villa was not defeated by Ye Chen's sword, and the whole person was in a trance and became a madman.

The owner of the village became a madman, and his disciples scattered in a hurry, and the Divine Sword Villa was quickly defeated.

The Divine Sword Villa in the past and present, like yesterday's yellow flowers, the entire Villa looks extremely depressed, except for a few disciples who are extremely attached to the Divine Sword Villa still remain in the Villa.

In the dilapidated villa, several female disciples were cleaning the courtyard.

An old man with gray hair sat in the courtyard, sometimes smirking, sometimes beating his chest.

For the old man's strange behavior, these female disciples are all accustomed to it, but looking at the old man's eyes, there is a little more sadness, the former dignified Divine Sword Villa martial arts powerhouse does not exist, and has become a madman.

"Old farmer, this illness has been in trouble for more than ten years but has not improved!" a pretty woman in her prime, looking a little helpless.

"But no, if the old owner didn't commit this disease, the Divine Sword Villa would not have fallen to the point it has now!" the older young woman sighed slightly, she had seen the moment when the Divine Sword Villa was prosperous, and she almost became a first-class sect.

"Senior sister, it is rumored that the old owner of the village suffered this disease after he was defeated by the fifth generation of the moon god?" the pretty woman said with some curiosity.

"Well, life and death, cause and effect, reincarnation for a thousand lifetimes!" the young woman's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, "But this is not to blame the five generations of moon gods, in the battle, it is inevitable that one side will be injured." ”

"Indeed, it is no wonder that the five generations of the Moon God, the five generations of the Moon God are now leading the Martial God Guardians to suppress the Sword Tomb and resist the enemy of Tiangang!"

"If there were no five generations of moon gods, the martial gods would not be as calm as they are now!" the pretty woman grimaced and giggled, but at this moment, the prince's voice sounded in the sky above, "My name is Ye Chen, since I am the five generations of moon gods, I should lead the disciples of the martial gods and defend the martial gods!"

"Now, hundreds of millions of soldiers in Tiangang are menacing, if you are still able to hold the sword, look at the sword tomb in the waste domain, follow me, and reject the army of Tiangang!"

Hearing this, the young woman and the pretty woman showed a look of shock in their eyes, this is the voice of the five generations of moon gods!

Hundreds of millions of soldiers from Tiangang are coming, and the martial god is in danger!

"Senior Sister Xuanxuan, you take care of the old owner in the villa, I'll go out!" A simple sword weapon appeared in the young woman's hand, and she said with a solemn expression.

The pretty woman's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she immediately guessed the young woman's thoughts: "Senior sister is going to the outside world?"

"I am a martial god martial artist, although my cultivation is not good, now that the martial god is in danger, how can I survive and steal my life!" the young woman said cleanly, but at this moment, a terrifying will surged out in the villa!

This martial will comes from the fact that the owner of the Divine Sword Mountain Villa does not exist, and he does not exist with a blank face, and he said with a smile: "Ye Chen, the fifth generation of the moon god, the martial god is in danger?" (To be continued.) )