During the whole process, Song Qingyun didn't make a sound, his whole face was expressionless, his eyes were still gray, and in just half a breath, the terrifying injuries on his chest completely recovered as before.

Seeing this, Tang Fangyan gasped, his eyes were already dull, this time, it seems that Emperor Wen is a foreign race?!

His heart chuckled, the current change of events made the situation of war almost doomed!

Because of this battle, there is no need to fight any more!

The South Vietnamese soldiers in the field showed a look of horror in their eyes, and as warriors, they immediately reacted: Song Qingyun is a real alien race! This sudden change made their minds all chaotic.

Looking at the bodies of their companions that had been shriveled down by Song Qingyun's move, a sense of remorse permeated their hearts.

Are we aiding and abetting abuse?!

At this moment, the essence of the decisive battle has changed, and this is no longer the so-called confrontation between the two countries. Rather, the whole of South Vietnam was helping the aliens to kill and take the initiative to ignite the war.

Although South Vietnam and Daxiang had an indissoluble feud, if such a war situation were recorded in the annals of history, what would the people of the world say in the future? How many reproaches would the world face for themselves and others?

As soon as they thought of this, their eyes were filled with deep doubts and resentment, and they looked coldly at their coach Tang Fangyan. For a while, not a single South Vietnamese soldier struck again, everyone discarded the scimitars in their hands, and there was a hint of solemnity in the air in the field.

At this delicate moment, the two armies in the battle actually stopped in unison, and only a heavy gasp was heard.

The officers and men of the two armies who had stopped fighting had all their attention on Li Xuan at the moment.

Li Xuan didn't stop Song Qingyun's movements, but slowly wiped the tip of the sword, where his fingers passed, the entire Zhuyue Sword body emitted a crisp sword sound, making him faintly aware of the joy of the sword spirit, looking at Song Qingyun in front of him, Li Xuan shook his head gently: "Song Qingyun, I'll send you free......"

After Song Qingyun heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he turned into gray again.

He took a sharp step forward, and his body erupted in a dark glow. Bursts of fierce wind, like a violent wind, raged from its body, blowing on the faces of the people. Song Qingyun's face was expressionless, and he slapped his backhand at Li Xuan, absorbing the qi of tens of thousands of living beings, and the spiritual power fluctuations in his body at this moment were already more than a step higher than Li Xuan!

The huge black palm slammed in, and the surging spiritual power wind that rolled up was more than twice as strong as before.

This huge coercion made many nearby soldiers, their legs tremble, as if they were about to be oppressed by this pressure and couldn't hold on!

Song Qingyun's blow had not yet fallen, and it had such momentum, it was hard to imagine the terrifying power contained in it!

Some of the Xiangjun couldn't help but exclaim, the power of this palm was beyond their understanding, and they all showed worry on their faces, constantly praying in their hearts that Xiao Shizi would be able to continue Song Qingyun's offensive.

Seeing the black palm that came forward, Li Xuan raised the moon in his hand, and the rainy day ran through the waves, and the spiritual power in his body was surging like a dragon going out to sea. Under the urging of the divine sense, wisps of sword light shone and gathered, covering the entire Zhuyue sword body, as if the second round of tomorrow rose in the snow field out of thin air.

Li Xuan exhaled lightly, and the expression on his face suddenly returned to a calm, only to see that the rain of the entire Tianyu shower instantly decreased, and the drizzle made everything in the field gray.

Suddenly, the wind rose. I saw that the drizzle in the air spun rapidly, and after the extreme pressure of spiritual power, it was condensed at the tip of the sword, and it seemed that there was only this cold light left between heaven and earth! Even the surrounding air was buzzing at this moment.

The fourth sword of the Drifting Rain Sword Technique - Soft rain is warm to the world, and a sword points to the sky!

This sword seemed to have an endless style, but as the tip of the sword collided with Song Qingyun, there was a burst of death in his heart, and the ancient well's faceless face seemed to have changed slightly.

With the collision of the two, this cold light suddenly exploded, and the boundless killing intent was like a galaxy stagnating, as if the ground where the two of them were suddenly sinking!

The brilliant sword light was like a dragon descending from the sky, enveloping Song Qingyun's entire body, and countless dense sword qi burst out, stabbing out one big hole after another in his body.

The Zhuyue Sword in Li Xuan's hand seemed to be cutting through the paper, and as soon as it came into contact, it was like a spark, making a constant "snort" sound, causing Song Qingyun's arms to turn into flying ashes.

The tip of the sword did not stop, the vitality of Hetu Luoshu suddenly exploded, Li Xuan turned his backhand, and the long sword shining with scorching white light completely sank into Song Qingyun's chest, and the countless black qi in his body was quickly devoured and melted by this white mang......

Even the swarthy alien soul Gu was completely devoured by the Hetu Luo Shu......

Song Qingyun's body instantly withered, and with a sense of relief in his eyes, he slammed it to the ground, splashing bursts of snow!

Seeing this scene, the Tang dialect in the distance was full of souls, and beads of sweat like soybeans rolled down from behind him! Even if Song Qingyun was of a different race, but this was a real cultivator of the Divine Realm, he couldn't even resist Li Xuan's sword!

He stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and his eyes were full of incredulity: How could this be? Isn't Li Xuan, who was seriously injured before, the ablation realm?

All the South Vietnamese soldiers in the field were terrified, and they didn't dare to come out, and Li Xuan's sword had already shocked them fiercely.

What would happen if this sword was slashed at their own heads? Thinking of this, they quickly shook their heads, only to feel a chill in their necks, and some of them couldn't help but retreat.

Only the deafening cheers came from the Xiangjun Iron Cavalry!

Li Xuan stood quietly in the air, his black hair was flying, his eyes were clear, and Mu Yu's posture holding a sword was like a god. sighed softly at the fallen Song Qingyun, Song Qingyun was able to slander Li Xuan in the previous design, and he was not a good person. But seeing that he has become an alien war puppet, he must have suffered a lot.

Li Xuan has always been a soft-hearted person, which is also a point that the spirit of Hetu Luoshu has woken up many times.

Lu Ziyi had already left the customs, and at this moment, he stood in front of the army, wearing a handsome robe, holding a silver gun, and pointed at the Tang dialect in the distance, and said loudly: "Tang dialect, do you come to die by yourself, or will I go to take your head!"