The assassination of Mu Feng, the son of Mu Changqing, the Marquis of Zhennan, made the Mu family army seem to go crazy, and in a few months, the Mu family army attacked the city and was invincible.

On the contrary, as an ally, Song Qian, the king of northern Xinjiang, began to raise troops after occupying enough one acre and three points of land.

Ye Xiu, the king of Western Liang, chose to wait and see, and Pei Songping, the border army of Longcheng, suddenly had 30,000 iron cavalry from Beiyi, which made the princes of the other three counties who had ghosts in their hearts a little uneasy.

The Pei family army has been loyal to martyrs for generations, does this time the 30,000 iron cavalry that accepted Beiyi mean that Beiyi has bowed down to the Feng Dynasty? This is not impossible, because all variables are caused by Wen Chen.

The spies of all forces said that Wen Chen was deeply loved by Beiyi Tianmu, and it was even rumored that Wen Chen would succeed Beiyi in the future, these are not important, the important thing is that Wen Chen is from the Central Plains, if Wen Chen succeeds to the throne of Beiyi, it is very likely that hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen in Beiyi will be tied to the Feng Dynasty.

In the Northern Xinjiang Palace, Song Xiaolong and the old man surnamed He looked at the road map of the march of Shangshu Duoer and Wenchen with an army of 100,000 according to the report from the spies.

"The son of the soldier was killed, and the spearhead was obviously aimed at Wenchen before, but this time, Duo'er mixed with Wenchen and brought 50,000 iron riding troops to the Northern Dragon City, which is strange!" the old man muttered to himself, frowning and pondering.

"Sir, isn't Beiyi deliberately hiding people's eyes?" Song Xiaolong asked.

The old man's cloudy gaze stared at the map and was speechless.

He went over and over in his head to knock it out.

"No! it won't be that simple!" the old man's thin fingers slowly moved from Beiyi on the map to Dragon City.

"Why did the 30,000 iron horsemen of Beiyi defect? Because Wen Chen may succeed to the throne of Beiyi? No! This excuse is too ridiculous, but Pei Songping just believed this excuse. The old man seemed to be talking to himself.

Song Xiaolong waited quietly for the old man to continue.

"Four years ago, Longcheng was almost washed in blood, and Wenchen was taken to Beiyi, the princess of Fengdu............" When the old man said this, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and his face changed again and again.

"Sir?" Song Xiaolong asked worriedly.

"Your Royal Highness, everything is arranged, we are all chess pieces!" the old man's old face looked a little haggard.

Song Xiaolong looked at the old man suspiciously.

"Four years ago, the major clans of Dragon City suffered a tragedy of almost annihilation, and those people who went to Dragon City back then really went to fight for the Absolute Dust Sword?" the old man's voice became hoarse, and he asked to himself.

After a long time, he shook his head again and said: "They are not seizing the sword, but seizing people, your father had expected it in advance, and let the Deadpool beside him escort you to the Northern Xinjiang Mansion, and Li Mucheng, the son of the Longcheng County Commander, was taken to Fengdu, Wenchen was taken to Beiyi, and the people who robbed you were the forces of the Jianghu Sect? But why didn't they succeed?"

After listening to the old man's words, Song Xiaolong felt extremely frightened, and he also wondered in his heart, what was there on him that was worth letting those people rob? Could it be the identity of a prince of the Song family in the previous dynasty?

No, it's not that simple at all.

"Sir, the 100,000 Beiyi Iron Riding Army of Duo'er is unknown, whether they attack Dragon City or join forces with the imperial court, they must first target Zhennan Houmu Changqing, what should we do at that time?" Song Xiaolong asked.

"If Beiyi really joins forces with the Feng Dynasty, if the Marquis of Zhennan is exterminated, it will be cold for us, and Ye Xiu, the king of Xiliang, will be watching from the wall. This is what we have to be afraid of, if we fight and the king of Xiliang helps the court, we will lose. The old man said.

Song Xiaolong looked at the map intently and pondered, the partner who couldn't solve the problem of food and clothing when he was a child has now become a figure who affects the world, which is really embarrassing.

"Sir, this time I will go to Saibei with the gift that Mr. prepared for Wen Chen!" Song Xiaolong looked at the old man with a firm gaze.

"This time, the old man went with His Royal Highness the Prince, smell the dust! The old man wants to see and understand!"

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On the martial arts field of the Xiliang Palace, a man wearing a black hat and holding a green long sword was opposed to a slender woman.

The long sword in the man's hand was as green as a willow leaf, and his face could not be seen clearly under the hat, this person was like a sword in his hand, murderous.

The slender girl was holding an ordinary long sword, the sword was three feet long, she held the sword and stared at this man called God Killer.

"Ye Nianjun, with you without me, with me without you, today we have to make a life-and-death struggle!" The god-killing voice was as hollow as an echo from the valley.

"Then you die!" Ye Nianjun's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed at the god-killing god like an arrow from the string.

A phantom of the god-killing flashed, the green long sword in his hand was like a ghostly snake, dexterously avoiding Ye Nianjun's stabbing attack, and the tip of the sword in the god-killing hand stabbed straight into Ye Nianjun's throat.

It was just a blink of an eye, and the moment the sword spirit was about to stab Ye Nianjun's throat, Ye Nianjun leaned back, and the sword in his hand was reversed.

Ye Nianjun fell backwards, and the sword he held behind his back stabbed into the left eye of the god-killer.

Obviously, the god-killing was a beat slower, and the eye under the hat was directly gouged out, but this did not affect him, because it was the sword spirit of the god-killing sword, and this skin was just taken away from it.

It's just that what the god killer didn't expect was that Ye Nianjun took out the sword very quickly, and after she cut out his left eye with a sword, the sword turned and her right eye was also gouged out.

Ye Nianjun's ruthlessness made it feel excited, Ye Nianjun was originally its best Horcrux, but because Ye Nianjun disappeared many years ago, it had no choice but to choose this skin.

A few months ago, it learned the news that Ye Nianjun was in Beiyi, but it didn't expect to encounter the sword spirit peerless dust.

He made two big moves, so that the current god-killing spirit was unstable, and if he didn't take away Ye Nianjun as soon as possible, he would be imprisoned in the god-killing sword again.

The sword spirit's rush to kill the gods led to the backfire, and in the battle with Ye Nianjun, it was no longer able to deal with it.

Ye Nianjun kicked the god-killing in the stomach, she was on tiptoe, and her body jumped up like a light swallow.

"Die!" she snorted, her sword light was like a dragon, and with a sword slash, the god-killing head fell to the ground.

At the moment when the skin of the god-killing sword fell, a green light appeared, and the turquoise god-killing sword on the ground suddenly flew up, and a sword split the green light, and the green light gradually melted into the god-killing sword.

The Divine Sword stood in front of Ye Nianjun as if he was alive.

Ye Nianjun held the green long sword, and there was not the slightest joy on her beautiful and cold face, as if she deserved all this.

Ye Xiu's little girl disappeared ten years ago, and now she suddenly returned, and she also got the god killer in the divine sword, which made Ye Xiu, the king of Xiliang, overjoyed.

Since Ye Nianjun came back in those days, in addition to practicing the sword every day, he locked himself in the house, and after ten years of separation, Ye Xiu felt more guilty about the little girl, and Ye Nianjun was cold and arrogant by nature, and she didn't even pay attention to her old son.

"Nianjun, the spies are here to report, Beiyi Duo'er is going to the border of Longcheng with 100,000 iron horsemen and a kid named Wenchen, the sword of killing gods recognizes you as the master, we ............" Before Ye Xiu finished speaking.

Ye Nianjun's face was as if he was not eating the fireworks of the world.

"Wen Chen! Are you sure it's him?" Ye Nianjun was looking at her father.

"It's Wenchen, Nianjun, do you know him?" Ye Xiu asked puzzled.

Ye Nianjun didn't answer Ye Xiu, she turned around and left.

Ye Xiu's face was inexplicable, and he didn't dare to ask more, because the honor of the Ye family was all hoped for in this little daughter who suddenly arrived.

Mo said that he Ye Xiu was the king of Xiliang, and with the god-killing sword in Ye Nianjun's hand, the entire Central Plains sect would also look up to him.

Ye Nianjun walked out of the Ye Mansion, riding one person and one person, holding the god-killing god all the way to the north, towards Dragon City.