In the twentieth year of the Guanyuan calendar, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses Xie Linlan led 120,000 soldiers to recover the perennial war in the southwest of Shu, which began, and the Fuxia Dynasty began the journey of continuous expansion of territory.

In the eighty-third year of the Guanyuan calendar, the Eastern Turks led their troops southward and pointed directly at Chang'an. Xie Linlan led thousands of light cavalry from Zhangye to aid Chang'an, destroying the command system of tens of thousands of enemy troops in one fell swoop. Then, from Chang'an, he fought all the way north until he captured the Eastern Turk king's account, and the vast grassland was included in the territory of Fuxia.

In the 121st year of the Guanyuan calendar, the most powerful kingdom of Gaochang in the Western Regions stopped paying tribute to the Fuxia Dynasty, and cut off the trade routes between the two places without authorization.

In the sixteenth year of the Great Xia calendar, the pagoda of the Loulan Kingdom fell, and the subjects of Loulan collectively moved the capital, and since then it has become the first outpost of the Western Regions of Great Xia grazing.

In the eighteenth year of the Great Xia calendar, the Exquisite Kingdom, which had lived in the desert for generations, disappeared from the map forever after the death of the last queen.

In the twenty-fifth year of the Great Xia calendar, the three kingdoms of Ronglu, Xiaowan, and Wuqiang were trampled by the iron cavalry and merged into Fuxia.

In the thirtieth year of the Great Xia calendar, Xiye, Puli, Yinai and other countries expressed their submission.

In the fiftieth year of the Great Xia calendar, after the westernmost kingdoms such as Wusun, Anxi, and Dayue were merged, Fuxia officially ruled the entire Western Regions.

In the 108th year of the Great Xia calendar, Goguryeo on the eastern peninsula was already in decline under the perennial raids, and in this year, Xie Linlan led the army to cross the river and took the Goguryeo Kingdom in one fell swoop.

In the 156th year of the Great Xia calendar, Xie Linlan reached another sea area after crossing the endless Gobi yellow sand, and opened a new route at sea to return to Chang'an.

At this point, the territory of the Fuxia Dynasty was unprecedentedly grand, and the two trade routes of the inland sea connected the whole world, and the cultures of different ethnic groups began to merge.

In the ninety-eighth year of the 100th year of the Great Xia calendar, Xie Linlan resigned from his official position, entered the Fengjiang platform when he joined the army, and began a long-term retreat and cultivation.

From a nobody to a generalissimo, Xie Linlan assisted two emperors to expand his territory, fought tens of thousands of battles in his life, and finally retired with a complete victory, and the name of the military god spread throughout all the places he had conquered.

The current emperor has been on the throne for nearly half a century, and still no one dares to relax his submission to Fuxia, and the leaders of all the tribes have passed down a warning from generation to generation:

But so that the dragon bird army god is there, do not teach the soldiers to Chang'an.

Now, Qingya is facing such a legend that has spanned more than 300 years.

After a flash, all the weapons were blown into the air, and the green cliff passed through the encirclement like a swimming fish. The hilt of the Qing Ying sword carried a long tail of mist, and as the figure of the green cliff flew up and down, soon, the mist formed into a cloud.

Thunder flashed in the clouds, and tens of thousands of qi swords shot out in all directions with the swing of the long sword in Qingya's hand.

Suddenly, the colorful light illuminated the dark void, but this look made Qingya's scalp tingle.

Just dozens of zhang in front of him, the dense army was like a black cloud pressing the realm, until the end of his vision, Qingya could not see the tail of the army.

The scattered air swords hit the troops in the front row, and dozens of sergeants fell in response and dissipated into the darkness. But soon the vacant places were filled by those who came after. They stood with guns in hand, waiting for the commander's order.

"Whew,"

Qingya let out a long breath, and now, Qingya had to hope that the enemy would not use crowd tactics without saying a word.

In this ghost place where I don't know where it is, I don't even know where to run.

Light, I need light.

Closing his eyes, what appeared in Qingya's mind was that on that day, when Senior Brother Shen sacrificed the Red Phoenix Sword, Master Liu Bailu's sword could change the color of heaven and earth, and a sword could make the sun and the moon dull.

It would be nice if the master was here, but now I only blame myself for not being good at learning.

Well? Why do my hands keep shaking? No, it's not my hands shaking, it's Qingming jumping.

Today, Qingya no longer envy other people's divine weapons, and the Qing Ming in his hand has given himself too many surprises.

The huge waves on the Grand Canal and the nets of heaven and earth over Chang'an are all masterpieces left by Qingming.

The hilt of the sword in his hand became colder and colder, and Qingya was about to lose control of it, and on the body of the Qingying sword, a faint blue fluorescence also flashed, and it was falling together with his breathing.

Once, when he first entered the star field, the blue phantom in the hands of the Hades King was covered with such a purer and grander layer of blue light.

The cold feeling from his hand had frozen the skin's perception, but Qingya never let go of his right hand, if a sword cultivator couldn't even hold his own sword, then what kind of swordsmanship did he practice.

"If you need to draw my strength, just take it."

Qingya stretched out his left hand to support the Qingying sword body, and the cold touch from his left hand instantly paralyzed half of Qingya's body, and at this moment, Qingya could clearly feel that the heat in his body was constantly draining.

After a while, Qingya's whole body was already covered with a layer of frost, and even the cold air exhaled from his mouth was filled with ice slag.

Finally, Qing Ming himself flew away from Qing Ya's right hand and quietly suspended above his head, and at this moment, in the calm and vast void like the sea at night, a bright moon suddenly rose.

Not as bright as the moon in the world, the faint blue light of this bright moon is intimidating at a glance. There is no jade tree, no moon rabbit, no clear light, here, only eternal cold.

Even though it was such a cold glow, it was still bright, and the moonlight spread throughout the space, even if it could not see the edge of the void, but Qingya finally saw the person hidden in the darkness.

Clothed with gray hair and carrying a long knife on his shoulder, this mediocre-looking old man looked like a woodcutter chopping wood in the mountains.

But it was such an inconspicuous old-timer, but he sat high in the highest place among the ten thousand armies, and thousands of soldiers around him were all at his feet.

The dragon bird military god of the Fuxia Dynasty is in front of Qingya at this moment.

He lowered his eyebrows, looking at the young man in front of him as if he were nothing, and only when the bright moon rose, did he raise his haughty gaze.

Qing Ming seemed to be dissatisfied with his contemptuous eyes, a cold light shot straight down, Xie Linlan mentioned blocking, the cold light was reflected and flew towards nothingness, and the long knife in his hand was also covered with a layer of frost.

Xie Linlan shook off the frost on the knife body, reversed the blade, and pointed the tip of the knife straight at the green cliff.

"Wind."

One word is a military order.

A wave rolled up thousands of piles of snow, and as soon as the military order came out, all the soldiers instantly boiled.

wind

wind

Wind!

They shouted, and the deafening sound rushed like the tide of the sea, wave after wave towards the green cliff. It is conceivable that on the battlefield back then, when the enemy army faced such oppression, I am afraid that it would have been timid before fighting.

The bright moon sprinkled a soft moonlight, like a layer of gauze on Qingya's body, and all the oppression disappeared in an instant.

And in the next second, the rain of arrows in the sky came by the wind, ten thousand arrows fired at the same time, ten thousand arrows at the same time, and ten thousand arrows at the same time. Looking up, even the sky above his head was completely covered by this dense rain of arrows, and there was not a trace of light in sight.

At this time, the originally calm moonlight was also brutal in an instant, and the moonlight seemed to have condensed into an entity, and Qingya had never seen such a light. It is a medium between the unreal and the real, and the arrows cannot penetrate the moonlight, but they are easily cut off by the moonlight.

Crackling the ground, a broken arrow fell in front of the green cliff, the broken arrows piled higher and higher, the green cliff stepped on the rising mountains all the way up, and when they saw the light of day, the green cliff was more than ten zhang away from the ground.

At this moment, this is no longer the level that Qingya is facing, but the contest between Qingying and the military god Xie Linlan.

Yuehua played the movement of the wind, blowing away the broken arrows piled up like a mountain, and the green cliff obediently jumped down and slowly fell to the ground.

Now, he just needs to follow in the footsteps of Qing Ming.

After the wind, there was thunder.

The rain of arrows was followed by the spears they hurled, not as wave after wave as before, but the power they carried was extraordinary.

Qingya could clearly hear the sound of spears piercing through the air, and immediately, the moonlight above his head also turned to frost.

This time, the moonlight was not sprinkled on the earth, but fell like hailstone. No, it wasn't hail, it was a meteor shower.

The huge light clusters fell one after another like meteorites, hitting the spear, smashing the spear shaft in an instant, and the halo on the light cluster spread to the entire spear body like a flame, and after a while, the spear body was incinerated, and even the spear head made of fine iron was vaporized into bursts of green smoke again after melting.

Is this still moonshine? It is even more blazing than the sun, and the sun is too cloudy, rotating with each other at this moment.

Just now, he could see the broken arrows piled up into a mountain high, but now, thousands of spears had turned into nothingness, Xie Linlan finally stood up and looked straight ahead.

Qingya knew that he was not looking at himself, his eyes were always fixed on the bright moon above his head.

"Sickness."

Another one-word military order, this time, what Qingya heard was the rumbling of war drums like thunder.

As the drums of war continued to beat, the soldiers in the front row spread their spears horizontally to form a charging momentum, while the soldiers in the rear drew their long swords and broadswords at their waists, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

This time, it was the crowd tactic that Qingya didn't want to see the most.

But Qingya himself may not be able to remember, once in the star field, he has also witnessed thousands of troops. The Hades handed over his sword to Qingya, which also meant that he handed over the command of thousands of Hades to Qingya.

Just because Qingya had never experienced a war, he had never considered taking these hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen for his own use, and in his cognition, monks were all loners, and he had never seen people fighting on the battlefield.

But now, on the battlefield, is the Qing Ming, the divine sword that once commanded the entire Hades army.