On the sea.

Immediately after the separation and turning of the front army, the North Sea Division formed a large encirclement of the enemy forces in the rear.

This encirclement was not intended to encircle the enemy army, but to avoid the gunboats between the two armies.

Over time, the encirclement shrank, and soon the ships of the North Sea Division became entangled with the enemy.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing resounded between the sky and the sea, and the battle was the prelude.

The warships of both sides collided fiercely, and the fierce and fierce battle instantly spread to the surrounding sea for several miles.

Mao Jiang looked at the soldiers who had already fought with the enemy, and his expression was slightly relieved.

As long as the two sides are entangled, then they still have a chance to fight, otherwise they can only let the enemy's gunboats continue to bombard.

The two sides were in a state of chaos, and the enemy's gunboats could not continue to bombard, unless they did not mind smashing their own ships and comrades together.

"Report!"

"General Qiyu, reinforcements have arrived!" A herald came back to report.

Mao Jiang was slightly stunned, "Where is it?" ”

He jumped onto the lookout and looked northeast!

However, there was no sign of any ships.

"Southeast!"

"Southeast!" Mao Jiang's expression moved slightly, and he looked towards the southeast.

By this time, the southeast had become a mass of warships, hundreds of warships intertwined, and the masts and sails formed a jungle like trees.

The flames spread like a wave of terror, and thick black smoke obscured the sky.

But even so, Mao Jiang could still see a vague shadow coming at a very fast speed on the sea in the distance to the southeast.

"That's ~~ Wind Boat!"

He was shocked.

"The Military Aircraft Department is crazy!" He couldn't help but roar angrily.

The Wind Boat is Qin Wei's ship, and now that the Wind Boat is here, doesn't that mean that Qin Wei is also here.

Let the wind boat go to the battlefield alone, he doesn't know what those ministers and staff officers of the military aircraft department think.

"Damn it!"

"Command, turn to the southeast!"

He didn't have time to think about it, he immediately ordered.

At this time, he had only one thought in his heart, that is, he must not let Qin Wei enter the battlefield.

Maybe Qin Wei has the strength that is not weaker than the powerhouses of the Silent Illumination Realm, or maybe Qin Wei has a lot of strong people in the Silent Illumination Realm around him, but Mao Jiang is still unwilling to let Qin Wei enter the battlefield.

As an old minister of Dali, as a courtier who has endured for more than ten years for Lao Lihuang and endured countless sorrows, his loyalty can be seen by the sun and the moon.

And as a courtier who has witnessed the rise of Dali from the land of spiritual desolation all the way to today, he is full of admiration and respect for Qin Wei, the new glass emperor.

He believed that Qin Wei was a saint emperor who could not be born through the ages, and he believed that Qin Wei could bring Dali to an unimaginable future.

So he didn't want to see Qin Wei take risks no matter what, even if it was just a little bit of adventure, it was something he didn't want to see.

Seeing the windboat at this time, he would rather the North Sea Division have no support.

Without the Beihai Division, Dali would only need to spend a few more years to rebuild a new Beihai Division.

But if there is no Qin Wei, the emperor, the rise of Dali will be cut off, and even the current Dali will enter a state of disintegration.

Such a consequence is absolutely unacceptable to him, and it is also a disaster that all the people of Dali cannot bear.

In Mao Jiang's view, there is no more important existence in this world than Qin Wei.

In fact, this is not just Mao Jiang's own opinion, many civil ministers and military generals in the Dali court now think so, especially those old ministers of Dali, who directly pushed Qin Wei to the height of a generation of holy emperors.

Because they know best that Da Li has come to such a height today, Qin Wei is irreplaceable.

It's just that they don't know Qin Wei's thoughts and hole cards.

Qin Wei has never been a reckless person, and there may be times when his choices are a bit risky, but before taking risks, he will try to make all preparations and prepare enough hole cards.

So when Mao Jiang ran on the wind boat in a panic, Qin Wei still looked at the chaotic battlefield indifferently.

"Wechen greets Your Majesty!"

After Mao Jiang gave the salute, he didn't wait for Qin Wei to speak, and said directly: "Please also ask Your Majesty to put yourself first and stay away from the battlefield!" ”

Qin Wei was slightly stunned, but he looked at Mao Jiang's worried expression, and his heart instantly understood.

Recently, the atmosphere of the Dali court has become more and more strange, and many ministers in the court want to keep him as a caged bird in Kyoto, and they can't wait for him to be a lady who doesn't go out of the door.

Of course, Qin Wei also understood that this was their love, not something they wanted to do against the grain.

"Take a break! Wait until this battle is over! ”

Qin Wei waved his hand and said.

Then, he glanced at Nameless and Cao Zhengchun behind him.

Nameless and Cao Zhengchun understood, didn't say much, and directly led people into the battlefield.

The next moment.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

As soon as this sword move came out, the incomparable sword intent was born from the body. Countless swords flew like a storm. Flying all over the sky, the sword is like a net, and it is incomparable.

On the battlefield, countless sword blades trembled as if they were servants seeing their masters and worshipping the gods when they returned to their sects without names.

And those martial artists who practiced kendo were even more trembling when they felt the artistic conception contained in the return of ten thousand swords to the sect, and they had an urge to surrender like seeing a god.

Zhao Lun, who was entangled with Ye Gucheng, suddenly felt the nameless sword intent, his body trembled violently, and he turned his head to look back.

I saw thousands of sword qi, shaking within a radius of ten miles, and the sword poured out of the sky.

Zhao Lun's face changed drastically.

"How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible!" Ye Gucheng was a little panting and hung not far from Zhao Lun.

The two fought hundreds of moves, and Ye Gucheng had always been at a disadvantage, but Zhao Lun did not take any advantage.

"Who is he?" Zhao Lun asked in shock.

Horror filled his heart, and he felt shocked like never before.

Just now, an urge to surrender and worship on his knees actually rose in his heart.

It's unimaginable.

He is a powerhouse of the fourth layer of the Divine Realm, and he can be regarded as a powerhouse in the entire western part of the Qiongtian Sea.

But now he just felt a person's sword intent, and he actually gave birth to the mind of surrender, which made him feel both unbelievable and afraid.

That's right, it's fear.

"Sword Master Nameless!" Ye Gucheng's eyes were shining as he looked at the brilliant sword power in the distance, and his heart surged.

He had seen Nameless, and even communicated with Nameless for a long time, and he was able to break through to the fourth layer of the Divine Artistic Conception so smoothly because of Nameless's guidance.

Although Nameless's kendo is very different from his kendo, Nameless still has the qualifications to guide him.

Ever since he saw Nameless, he knew that his title of the First Sword Saint of Dali was going to be taken away by Nameless.

Of course, he will not be dissatisfied with Nameless because of this, but he will be extremely happy.

Because he finally saw an existence that was beyond himself, above himself.

The appearance of the nameless made his heart floating above the white clouds fall, making him no longer feel lonely, no longer lonely.

While the two were talking, countless sharp swords swept across most of the battlefield like a storm.

One warship after another fell apart, and countless soldiers who were fighting fell into a stalemate.

Suddenly, there was silence between the sky and the sea, except for the howling wind and the rising flames.

Everyone looked up at the hanging figure in the sky.

Whether it was the soldiers of Dali or the soldiers of the Giant Spirit Dynasty, they all showed frightened looks.

It's horrible!

The horror made the soldiers of Dali feel afraid.

In the center of the battlefield, Zhang Jihai froze, his face was extremely pale, his lips trembled slightly, and his inaudible voice continued to echo in his throat.

How can it be?

How could Dali have such a strong person?

I don't believe it!

"No way, it's fake!"

The last word, he roared, hysterical.

"I don't believe it, it's fake, it's definitely fake!"

Not to mention that he couldn't believe it, even Mao Jiang on the wind boat was stunned, he rubbed his eyes, and wondered if he was wrong.

Because the nameless sword was too terrifying, the thousands of sharp swords swept through most of the battlefield like a violent wind, but in just a breath, hundreds of warships of the Djinn Dynasty were destroyed, and tens of thousands of soldiers dissipated.

What does this mean?

This means that Nameless is more than capable of fighting hundreds of thousands of armies on his own.

Qin Wei was also stunned.

He knew that Nameless was strong, but he didn't expect Nameless to be so strong. After all, after Nameless was summoned, it was the first time that he showed his strength in front of him.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, what a ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Qin Wei smiled dumbly.

Knowing this, he should have sent Nameless a long time ago, so why let himself rush to follow.

……

"Kill him! Kill him for me! ”

Zhang Jihai pointed at the nameless in the air with a hideous face and roared angrily.

At this moment, it was as if he had fallen into madness, and that desperate madness was eating away at his heart.

The generals and guards standing around him looked fearful, but they eventually broke the shackles of fear and rushed towards Nameless in midair.

They are true warriors, but they are also warriors of sorrow, because they are facing an enemy that they will never be able to defeat.

Nameless looked at the swarming soldiers with an expressionless face, his body moved slightly, and the long sword in his hand waved lightly.

In an instant, the sound of swords roared like heavenly sounds.

Within a radius of more than ten miles, ten thousand swords reverberate!

All the swords are like meeting their own king, and they bow down with a long voice!

The sword light condensed into a flying rainbow, traversing the heavens and the earth.

The blade of the sword was pervasive, the sword rain fell, and pieces of blood red bloomed in the air and on the surface of the sea.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, like a long river of ten thousand swords, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.

In a moment, there was silence again between the sky and the sea.

In the dim night, the thin figure slowly fell and landed in front of Zhang Jihai.

"You're defeated!" The nameless voice was calm, not of an indifferent calm, but of a calm to the extreme.

He was not a person who liked to kill, although there were no less than ten thousand people who died under his sword just now, it did not mean that this was his slaughter.

Killing to stop killing is a consideration under the calm of namelessness.

Kill 10,000 and save 100,000, this is the result he wants.

Otherwise, there was no need for him to use ten thousand swords to return to the sect as soon as he came up.

Zhang Jihai looked at Nameless sluggishly, at the fluttering linen robe on Nameless's body, and at the ordinary long sword in Nameless's hand.

After the recast heroic sword, the sword age is young and strong, like the rising sun, but its heroic spirit is restrained, and it looks ordinary, that is, it is hot.

Poof!

Zhang Jihai knelt weakly on the cold deck, his eyes blank.

The madness dissipated, and all that was left was despair and fear. (End of chapter)