Arrows across the sky!

Above the tip of the arrow, it is like a black hole, devouring everything.

The figure is longing, entangled in the arrows, and it can be clearly seen in the vagueness, infatuated men and women, love and hatred, and thousands of world feelings are staged in turn.

The power of seven emotions and six desires erupted from above the arrows.

Endless majesty erupted from Tai'a's sword.

This majesty overwhelms everything, like heaven and earth.

The howling northeast wind suddenly stopped, and the white clouds floating above the sky also dissipated.

In heaven and earth, the voice has also disappeared.

On the chariot, Yan Yuntian waved out the Tai'a Sword in his hand.

The moves are unremarkable, but a terrifying dragon aura is born from it.

A loud dragon roar could be heard faintly, breaking the solemnity of heaven and earth.

This sword, which gathers dragon energy, is a dragon sword.

Destroy all laws and suppress all forces in the world.

Regardless of immortals, demons, demons and Buddhas, they all bow down under this sword.

The arrows had already slammed into the tip of the Tai'a Sword, and an earth-shattering explosion was born, and the aftermath of terror swept in all directions.

The earth shattered, and a stream of fiery red magma rushed out of the cracks, like fountains.

The hot magma continued to erupt from it, and began to spread in all directions, and the earth roared and shook, and the heavens and the earth shook.

The black hole at the tip of the arrow began to move forward inch by inch, constantly devouring the Tai'a sword.

The bow of the Seven Emotions was once again drawn into a full moon, and an arrow was shot out again.

In an instant, the arrows spanned thousands of distances, directly in front of Yan Yuntian's body, and suddenly converged on the previous arrow, and the power of the two began to stack together.

The situation of the natal stalemate began to divide the winner in an instant, and Tai'a Jian trembled, this is an unwilling voice, flying out obliquely from Yan Yuntian's hand, turning into a streamer, and finally inserting it into the ground.

The arrow continued to move forward, roaring towards Yan Yuntian's chest, directly breaking through a fist-sized blood hole.

The blood was constantly flowing, the internal organs had been completely broken, and the Yan army that was constantly charging in the rear could be clearly seen, and the arrows were moving forward.

Tearing apart everything in front of them, directly penetrating the Yan army, and the Yan army blocking the front of the arrows all died under the arrows.

Their expressions of pain, joy, hatred, sorrow, resentment and other different emotions appeared on their faces.

Yan Yuntian's eyes were full of unwillingness, and his burly body fell down suddenly, and his amazing look gradually disappeared.

He's dead.

This King of Yan, who was in the eight northern states, died at the hands of Lu Fengxian.

Yan Yuntian's death immediately produced a chain reaction.

The smooth chariot, without Yan Yuntian's control, was immediately overturned, and the Yan army that was neatly advancing in the rear quickly collapsed at this time.

And the biggest change is in the sky above the north.

That astonishing dragon qi continued to dissipate, and the originally condensed qi luck began to disintegrate inch by inch.

Lu Fengxian stretched out his hand to put away the Seven Feelings Bow, and his two arms gradually dissipated, watching the enemy army in front of him gradually begin to collapse, Yan Yuntian was the spirit of the enemy army.

killed Yan Yuntian and completely crushed the morale of the Yan army.

Directly collapsed on the battlefield, Lu Fengxian extinguished Fang Tianhalberd in his hand, and roared loudly and shouted: "Surrender and don't kill!"

"Surrender or kill!"

The army behind him also chanted in unison.

Seeing that Yan Jun was only concerned about collapsing, and there were few people who obeyed his orders, Lu Fengxian sneered, but he didn't care, and his eyes saw many people rushing towards the chariot.

Yan Yuntian is the king of Yan, and there is no shortage of loyal henchmen for so many years, even if they know that Yan Yuntian is dead, these henchmen still haven't given up on Yan Yuntian, they rushed up directly to snatch Yan Yuntian's corpse away.

For these hardcore henchmen, Lu Fengxian's strategy is to kill.

These are all hidden dangers, and only by cleaning them can we completely take charge of the north.

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Northern!

The magician has a high-crowned robe, with big sleeves, and walks slowly on the official road outside the city, rushing to the blue robe, humble as a slave.

Suddenly, the magician's pace stopped.

Looking upwards with a sense of feeling, the pupils of his eyes were shining, and his eyes turned black, deep like a black hole.

Quietly looking at the sky above the north, in the eyes of the magician, the sky above the north.

Fog was thick.

Wisps of mist converged from all directions, and a dark shadow faintly appeared in it.

This black shadow is huge, even if it is blocked by a mist, it can still be seen by the magician.

But at this time, the fog was constantly dissipating, like snow exposed to the sun, and it had melted away in the blink of an eye, and there was no fog to block the mage's vision.

The void and reality hidden by the fog have been exposed to the eyes of the magician.

A dragon is hovering over the eight northern states, which is the result of luck and represents the weather luck of Yanyun.

But now this dragon let out a terrible roar, and suddenly lost all its vitality, its scales continued to fall, and its luck began to crumble.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon was no longer able to maintain the dragon form, most of the qi luck collapsed, and in less than three breaths, the dragon had completely disappeared.

There is no dragon to devour the northern qi and suppress the eight northern states.

The luck of the eight states came into conflict with each other, and they did not give in to each other at all, and began to clash in the skies above the north.

Chaos has been born, but then a huge dragon head, coming from the south, the dragon's mouth opens, the dragon's whiskers continue to shake, and the luck begins to be swallowed by the dragon's head.

The magician did not continue to watch, and the next scene could be predicted, and in the end, it represented the luck of the king of Chu, which was devouring the luck of the north.

Jiaolong collapsed, which indicated that Yan Yuntian was dead.

Bitterness appeared in the magician's heart, he was really unfavorable for the past few years, and since he went south to Shenzhou, everything was not going well, and he had not completed a single thing.

But after that one came, it was simply a destiny, allowing him to easily seize Du Beixiao's body.

Now to raid the north, Yan Yuntian is the biggest obstacle, but at this time, Yan Yuntian died.

It's a godsend, and the devil favors it.

With a flick of the wide sleeves, since the opportunity has come, the magician will not give up.

A ray of light came out of his hand, and this was a piece of jade slips, constantly emanating from the hands of the magician, passing to the shadows that were lurking one by one.

Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use soldiers for a while.

Although the magician has not done a single major thing, he has prepared a lot.

For example, Chong Xu's character, the magician doesn't know how many have been recruited, and he glanced at Chong Xu, but it's a pity that before Chong Xuan has made a contribution, it has already expired.

It has become chicken ribs, tasteless food, and it is a pity to abandon it.

Blood sacrifice, go south, enter Shenzhou.

The magician's gaze slowly shifted, looking at the eastern location, the ten states and three islands overseas, there were already clues, I don't know if it was good or bad.