Three days later, Li Chuan, inside the palace.

On the school field, the cold wind hunts. On the high platform, the back of a person's black robe rustled with the wind. Countless ink clouds rolled in the sky, reflecting the black and oppressive army on the field, neatly displayed, the Xuanjia flashed with cold light, and there was a fierce aura that was difficult to disperse on the field.

On the side of the black-robed man, another person stood in a white robe, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, 300,000 Huangquan troops, all in place!"

"Okay, there is Lao Guoshi. ”

Fu Qiang looked at the army full of anger under the high platform, they were his strongest killing weapons in this battle.

The 300,000 Huangquan army, bloodless and flesh-free, killed and killed, and swore to the death.

Every Huangquan Army in the audience has a cold face and cold eyes, with a blue face that cannot be dissolved, and there is no trace of brilliance in his eyes.

"I wish Your Majesty what he wants. ”

Langle quietly glanced at the Huangquan Army in the audience, this was the most satisfactory ghost army that he had personally selected and made by taking Utamhara.

Even at the expense of taking the whole city of Lichuan and the lives of the people.

However, this is also their monarch, acquiescing, isn't it.

"Hahaha, national teacher, the widow will temporarily entrust Qiming to you, don't let the widow down!"

"Minister, you will live up to your majesty's expectations. ”

"Okay! When the widow returns victoriously, he will fulfill the covenant with the national teacher!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Lang Le bowed, turned sideways to let Fu Qiang step down from the stage, and watched him step onto a tall and sturdy military horse, leading 300,000 hell troops and slowly leaving the palace.

Seeing the long armies leaving one after another, the originally magnificent school field suddenly became a little empty.

Langle stood alone on the high platform, looking up, black clouds were thick, and the light was facing the sun.

"Finally, it's going to change......"

The beautiful face slowly hooked up a touch of arc, and the smile was mixed with a hint of incomprehension.

When all the people on the field left, Lang Le waved his hand, and the other guards who stayed here all emitted a puff of black smoke, and after the black smoke passed, the people on the field had changed their appearance.

Black ears and red eyes, all of them are demon clans!

*

The water of the Mei River still flows without waves, as if after 10,000 years, the sky and the earth have changed color, and it can still guard this land, tirelessly, trickling eastward.

Yesterday, after the destruction of the former Prime Minister of the Qian Kingdom, after the destruction of the Hou Qian Kingdom, Zhao Jingnian, who was still ordered by Jun Qianyu to be the Prime Minister of Qi'an, came to help with 200,000 ghost troops, and came back with 12 ghost shadow warriors.

These 200,000 enchanted troops were the last hole cards left by the regent Luo Beiqi to his youngest son, and they were only released when necessary.

And five years ago, he captured the Kingdom of Qian in just a few months and won the throne, relying on this brave and fearless army that is not afraid of life and death!

After helping Jun Qianyu to seize the throne, this enchanted army spontaneously hid away. Back then, Luo Beiqi left this army, and he only wanted to protect his only son. He hoped that after his death, his son Jun Qianyu would be able to live a chic and wanton life, not be burdened by hatred, and not die for power, so he left a testament and instructed Zhao Jingnian to guard the military talisman for him and exercise the right to transfer for him.

The Zhao family serves the lord wholeheartedly, never has two hearts, Zhao Jingnian is worthy of the regent's trust, wholeheartedly, and everything he plans is for the young master he serves wholeheartedly.

However, today is different - 300,000 Qiming ghost soldiers pressed the realm, and the place they passed was like a ghost in the Yellow Spring, lurking silently, and mercilessly obliterating.

Now that the family and the country are in trouble, he was born as a human being, an iron-blooded man, full of blood, and arrogant, how can he sit back and watch the enemy army press the border and be indifferent! Therefore, all the Enchanted troops spontaneously gathered, willing to fight to the death for the young master, for the family and the country!

When Tie Youxuan led the 300,000 ghost army of Qiming to return to the other side of the Mei River, Jun Qianxuan led 100,000 Tianyuan soldiers and 200,000 ghost troops, and the momentum was like a thunderbolt, forming a confrontation between the two sides.

Looking at the Qiming ghost army displayed on the other side of the Mei River, they are still so cold and terrifying, they are the parasites of ghosts, they are not afraid of weapons, they are not dead or injured.

However, the blood supply for days has made him suffer a lot, and he can faintly feel the ten evil spirits in his body surging violently, as if they can break through his suppression at any time, swallow him and eat flesh and bones, and replace him!

Hidden under the placket, Manzhu Sawa is extraordinarily enchanting, and the black seems to be able to leach out, fresh and bewitching.

The black clouds overhead from Qiming to Yuyu, indicating that a bloody storm was coming.

"Today, with a glass of thin wine, I wish our army a great victory!"

"A great victory! a great victory! a great victory!"

Jun Qianyu rode on a fierce horse, with a frost iron armor and a scarlet cloak, holding a cup in his hand, and drank all the wine in the cup with his head high.

After drinking, the cup fell to the ground, and a clear sound sounded, splashing three or two drops of wine.

It's almost over......

Today will be the last battle.

Doll, wait for me.

The 300,000 soldiers who followed him followed suit, drank all the wine in their hands, and their bodies were as strong as they had been a few days ago, as if they were endless, and they would never die.

The excited expression floated on the faces of every Tianyuan soldier who drank the wine, only the Shura-like general Jun Qianqian was stunned, and his face was solemn and frosty.

"Kill ——!"

At the sound of an order, the iron cavalry rushed, the sword light and sword shadow, and countless killing machines.

The sword clanged, whether it was a cold-faced and ruthless ghost soldier, or a sonorous and bloody Tianyuan soldier, for them, this battle didn't matter if they lived or died, just to serve the country!

The confrontation between the two armies was in full swing. The ghost army of Xuanyi, and the ghost of iron armor, fight to the death, glue to each other, and swear to the death.

However, the battle lasted for a long time, but no winner was decided. The two armies had no idea of a truce, but the soldiers of Tianyuan gradually showed fatigue.

Jun Qianyan felt a little powerless and stronger, and he was about to be unable to suppress the ghost qi in his body.

The ink clouds in the sky rolled wildly, and a fierce wind rolled up below, all of which were applied to the battlefield.

Under the sweep of the wind, the soldiers of the two armies were still inseparable from each other, and they did not give way, and the ghost soldiers of Qiming tightly surrounded the soldiers of Tianyuan, and the soldiers of Tianyuan were also tightly clinging to the ghost army of Qiming like maggots attached to the bones.

Only a small blank space was exposed in the center of the battlefield, and Jun Qianyu and Tie Xuanyou, who were generals, were fighting fiercely.

Jun Qianyu stepped on the horse's back, flew up, and staggered with Tie Xuanyou in mid-air, and then slammed his head to the side, and flew back to the horse with his strength, Tie Xuanyou's stiff and blue face showed a touch of anger, ushering in his more violent counterattack.

This blow was exhausted.

The scarlet cloak was raised high in the wind, and the young man in the dark clothes still looked calm and arrogant in the frenzy of the war.

It's just that the paleness on his face that can't be concealed shows that he has exhausted his strength at this time, and he is at the end of his strong crossbow.

The five fingers of the slender hand spread out, and he held the Xuanyu sword hard.

The weight of the sword reminded him of the promise he had made to her that day.

"Doll, I will protect you, reign over the world, and live a safe life. This promise, with his body, will not dare to disobey. ”

The hair on the forehead rose, the corners of Jun Qian's eyes were red, and the tears under his eyes were even more evil, lining his whole face like cold ice and fireworks, like a Shura ghost from hell.

But he was muttering softly, with a rare smile in his eyes, like a little doll getting candy, with light in his eyes, but it was also fleeting.

Soon, the light under his eyes went out inch by inch, and Jun Qianyan's face was dark and a little terrifying. The cold wind rolling up on the battlefield whimpered, as if a death song was playing.

"In the name of the host, this monarch is willing to sacrifice his soul and make a deal with the Ten Directions. ”

muttered these words in a low voice, that is, the demon came to the world, slaughtered everywhere, and there was no turning back......

*

The wind and clouds will meet, the country is uncertain, there is gunpowder smoke everywhere, killing machines are everywhere, there is nowhere to hide, there is nowhere to avoid.

The news that Fu Qiang, the monarch of Qiming, led a large army to Nanya Mountain, has reached the Liyang Palace of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

In the Chengqian Palace, the breath was condensed and imprisoned in an instant, as if everyone's breath was restrained in an instant.

In Luojing, Feng Jun did not send any news, and the two armies were still facing each other, and the battle situation was unknown.

And now, Fu Qiang actually led the Huangquan army to suppress Nanya Mountain, and an inevitable battle is finally coming.

It is about life and death, about the great plan of the two countries, and about all living beings in the world.

Jiuxi sat on the throne, listening to the news that came, and was extremely calm.

The high young monarch, without a trace of panic on her face, and a determined light in her eyes, was not convincing.

"Fight to the death - success or failure, life or death, alone, face the battle in person!"

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live——!"

There was no hesitation in making a decision, that is, as the monarch of a country, she has always been responsible for protecting her family and people.

When the female monarch made a decision as the backbone of the court, the courtiers could only shout long live. But the heart is not in a hurry.

Feng Jun personally led an army of 100,000 to meet the Qiming Ghost Army, but there is no news so far. Although the female monarch is capable and courageous, she is only a teenage girl after all.

How can you convince the soldiers?

"Lone knows that Aiqing is worried about this battle. But if Lone is still in Tianyuan on the first day, I will be allowed to keep the Tianyuan military flag from falling and prosper forever!"

"The Tianyuan military flag will not fall, and it will prosper forever!"

Qin Sang, who was standing on one side of the stage, raised his head and looked up at the girl sitting high on the throne.

No matter when and where she is, she is always so calm and confident, less wanton and bright when she first met, but more domineering, but really a little like her pro-promised Fengjun.

"Your Majesty, the minister is willing to go out with Your Majesty, with your side and around!"

Taking a step forward, Qin Sang looked at the girl who heard the sound and looked over, with a gentle smile between her eyebrows and eyes, but her tone was extremely persistent and firm.

This is his choice, from the day she followed her, she is his choice, the only monarch to serve in this life.

This time, he didn't want to be left behind, he didn't want to take care of the great dynasty for her, and he didn't want her to go without worries...... No return.

Jiuxi saw what he meant in his eyes, and then smiled, his lips opened lightly, and he spit out a word: "Yun." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

——I am willing to let Qinsang accompany him, even if he dies, he has no regrets.

He was his courtier and a disciple of the Buddha.

As a disciple of the Buddha, there is a respected lord who teaches the Tao with his body: Whoever stands in the world, seeks to prove the right path in the world with his heart, sees evil and gets rid of it, and if he has a heart, he will transform the world, and if he has no heart, he will enter the Fuli together.

Although he has no heart today, he is still willing to enter Fuli with the common people.