Chapter 21: Shi Fei and Zixi

The confusion in his expression gradually disappeared, and Zhang He's eyes became resolute, or decisive. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Your Majesty's order may be the last order, so let yourself carry it out.

Zhang He stood up and walked out of the tent, every step was so firm, every step was so decisive, as if it was the last step.

"The whole army listens to the order and prepares to go to battle!" Zhang He's voice spread throughout the camp, and all the soldiers in the army listened to these words, including the masters sent by various factions, even Fan Xing.

All the soldiers were in an uproar, but there was no chaos, and at this time, the orderliness of the Yongchao army was revealed, and it seemed that it was still the Yongchao army that had won a hundred battles in the past.

Looking at the soldiers who began to be busy around, Zhang He's expression was a little confused, in the past, he led the army of the Yong Dynasty to win a hundred battles and suppress the four frontiers, and in the past few years, he has also led this army, repeatedly defeated, embarrassed.

Why is it that the same commander, even the same soldiers, have a very different result? He has asked himself countless times, is it his own reason?

Not really!

It's not your own problem, it's not the army's problem, but it's defeated!

When heaven and earth come together, heroes are not free!

Heaven is going to die forever!

How sad Zhang He's heart is, in so many blows, the person who has always supported his soul is His Majesty the Emperor.

When His Majesty Yongchao was strong, the world was invincible, and the canopy was wiped out with a wave of his hand, but now even His Majesty the Emperor was in danger and had to make a last fight.

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In the tent where Fan Xing lived, a young man was cultivating silently, seemingly completely unmoved by external objects.

He was naturally Fan Xing, he heard Zhang He's cry, and could even hear the sadness in his tone, but he was indifferent.

This has nothing to do with him, no, it should be related, it's just not something he can change, it's useless to think more, from the beginning he can only play soy sauce, because his strength is too weak.

However, it's not that he really has a heart like water, he is a murderer born in the sea of blood, he can live until now, the high level of his mind can be imagined, and he also has some understanding of the situation in the world, from the masters of the Seven Swords Sect, and even from Xu Meng's mouth, he has heard a lot.

He understands that this war will be the last battle of this generation of Yongchao emperors, a generation of emperors is about to fall, this battle Yongchao emperors have no chance of winning, even if he wins, he will be consumed to death, either by hard life, or dragged to death by the heads of various factions.

Death is inevitable, but the Emperor of the Yong Dynasty still wants to die as he deserves, and he has to quell the rebellion when he dies, which is a bit stupid in Fan Xing's eyes, if it were him, he would definitely not choose to do this, after all, it is meaningless, but he will exhaust the few lives he has left.

Of course, Fan Xing didn't know much about it, there must be some insider things that he didn't know, and he didn't have a position to say big things, anyway, these things were not something he could control.

The army of the Yong Dynasty was assembling and preparing to go on the expedition to see off his majesty, but Fan Xing naturally stayed out of the matter, even if he was in the army, even if he came here with the task of crusading against Shintoism.

He could feel the army in action, and even listen to the rumbling drums of war, but he was still as steady as Mount Tai, sitting on the ground unwavering.

The sound of killing is about to rise, and the smell of blood will be strong, but so what? Fan Xing is still as immobile as a mountain, silently cultivating, no matter who wins or loses, he will not do anything to him.

In such a situation, neither the Eternal Dynasty nor the Shinto Sect would offend the Seven Swords Sect.

In that case, he didn't have any reason to intervene, and this kind of war was not something he could easily interfere in.

Suddenly, Fan Xing's eyebrows raised, he woke up from his cultivation, and the phantom of the seven swords in his eyes appeared, and his expression was extremely solemn.

This kind of stress response occurs when there is an existence of the same level approaching.

This is naturally not an existence of the same level as Fan Xing, but an existence of the same level as the Seven Swords of the Horizontal Sky has arrived.

There is a descendant of the Supreme Weapon coming, Fan Xing is no longer cultivating, he is not so much here to crusade against Shintoism, but to deal with these people.

Stomp, stomp!

The footsteps were loud, and a strong man walked in.

Don't think that this person is a strong man, he is very old, in fact, this is just a teenager, not much different from Fan Xing's age, but he looks too strong, to be precise, he should not be called a strong man, it should be a strong man.

Looking at this strong young man, Fan Xing's expression was a little faint, when he left the sea of blood, he pretended to be a Confucian student, although his hands were full of blood, but he wanted to be a Sven person, and he naturally had no joy for the reckless guy in front of him.

And behind this strong young man is a girl who is extremely beautiful.

How can it be called the ultimate beauty? It is the beauty to the limit, which cannot be described in words, even the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon.

In this world, I'm afraid that few people will still be indifferent when they see this appearance.

However, there are two here, whether it is Shi Fei or Fan Xing, it is the same.

"In the Lower Seven Swords Sect Fan Xing, I don't know the names of the two honorable surnames?" Fan Xing arched his hand.

"Open Heaven Sect Shi Fei. Zhuang Shaodao, he looks very strong, and he is naïve, and he doesn't seem to have any scheming.

But Li Dao naturally wouldn't think like this, Shi Fei, the inheritor of the Open Heaven Sect, although he saw it for the first time and didn't know much, but he could become the inheritor of the sect and live until now, he was really so honest, he would have died a long time ago.

"The little woman's name is Zixi, and she is a disciple of the Zihua Sect. The extreme beautiful girl, lifted the sideburns in her ears and smiled.

Fan Xing is already not very good with Shi Fei, and even more so with this Zixi, there is a knife on the head of the color character, and the people in the sea of blood, even a three-year-old child understands, well, there are people who don't understand, but they are all dead.

Fan Xing is definitely a person who is immune to beauty, no matter how beautiful you are, it's just a red face and dry bones, not worth mentioning.

Zi Xi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when she saw that Fan Xing didn't squint, and even the corners of her mouth were contemptuous, but she didn't say anything, but she was naturally very displeased with these two men who didn't understand the amorous feelings.

She used to be a swarm of wild bees and butterflies everywhere she went, even in this barracks, who would have thought that she would meet such two guys.

It must be that the two of them are not yet developed and don't know anything about the relationship between men and women, it must be like this, otherwise how could someone not worship under their pomegranate skirts?