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The gentle spring breeze blew on the gentle face of the general, and there was a very strong smell of blood in the wind, and then there was a sound of weeding. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the meadow not far behind Ximen Wang, more than a hundred grassland cavalry and Yan soldiers knelt on the ground, their heads separated from their bodies under the light of the snowy sword, and blood poured into the sea of grass.

These steppe cavalry and Yan soldiers were arrested for rebellion and disciplinary violations, and they were not tried, but they were all killed because of the words of General Ximen Wang.

On the battlefield, the Chaoyang Northeast Frontier Army was responsible for maintaining military discipline and suppressing rebellions, but today's execution was carried out without trial, which was a serious violation of the rules and laws of the temple.

But the law does not control the generals.

Therefore, killing people is like grass, and Simon's face does not change.

An officer rode a war horse and galloped from the direction of the barracks.

Simon Wang took the letter from the officer.

Although he has been stationed in Wuxian Town all the year round, he is far away in the wasteland at this time, after all, he is the general of the Imperial Town Army, and he has a lot of eyeliner in the capital city and in the imperial court.

He doesn't have much personal friendship with Xu Shi, the general of Zhenguo, but they respect each other, so some things in the military department tend to be transmitted directly to the barracks through those eyeliners.

This epistle is about the recent events in the capital.

Ximen Wang knew about the two conversations between Xu Shi and Xu Chen, and also knew about the deaths of Chengmen Lang Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu on Rain Street, so he looked at the letter and was silent for a long time.

In Wuxian Town last year, he had already reached an agreement, so he was not very willing to pay attention to the matter of joining the WTO, and he would not be as vigilant as Xu Shi.

However, the deaths of Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu made him vigilant.

Huang Xing and Yu Shui are the people of His Royal Highness the Prince, and they are also his people.

And they were all people who were involved in that event.

Ximen Wang didn't understand why Xu Chen was targeting him.

first killed Lin Ling in the wasteland, then killed Gu Xi in Wuxian Town, and now killed Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu, all the people close to him died under this person's knife one by one.

The court has agreed to return to old age, and it seems that this person has some different opinions.

"Is there really a fish that slipped through the net?"

Ximen Wang frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and shook his head, he knew very well that Lin Guangyuan's son was dead, because the body of the white and pure little boy back then was personally examined by him.

Then he remembered something in the capital.

Is it for the dragon chair?

Simon Wang's expression became more and more indifferent, he had already decided to retire, but if someone tried to hurt his sister, hurt his nephew, and wanted to snatch the throne that belonged to his nephew, then he would kill the other party at all costs.

Executions continue.

The heads of the soldiers who violated discipline were cut off from the grassland, and the sound of rubbing was endless.

In the smell of blood, Ximen Wang thought about the capital, and the killing intent gradually rose.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the blue and cloudless grassland sky.

That person jumped down from the air, howling through the wind, with an incomparably domineering killing intent, and went straight to Ximen Wang.

Simon looked up.

In addition to the figure, there was blazing sunlight in the air.

So he squinted.

He was already familiar with this scene, and he had seen it on the north side of the sea.

He had seen it several times these days, so he didn't panic, and his expression was still calm and indifferent.

An extremely awe-inspiring breath erupted from his body, and the leather boots stepped deep into the soft grassland mud, and the next moment, the soft soil instantly became extremely hard.

With the sole of the boot as the center, countless traces like spider webs appeared in the grassland, and Ximen Wang stood in the middle of the cracked grassland.

With the huge anti-shock force coming from under his feet, he flew into the air, his battle suit vibrating, as fast as a bird, and as brilliant as a god.

The Demon Sect walked Shen jumped down from the air, and the previous strong man of the Demon Sect, Ximen, looked into the air and flew away, and the two of them met over the grassland.

Once they met, it was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and in the clear sky, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded.

A strong shock wave began to spread from the air in all directions.

The sheep grazing in the distance were frightened and faked their deaths, and the shepherd girl fell off her horse in shock.

The soldiers of the Chaoyang Army, who were enforcing military law, covered their ears and fell to their knees in pain.

The wind is blowing strongly, the sea of grass is lurking, and the broken grass is flying.

The two figures met in the air, like a legendary hanging hill in the deepest part of the wasteland west, and the terrifying sound of the crash rippled in all directions.

The sharp blood-colored giant knife caused countless howls in the air, and the blue sky seemed to be about to be split, but most of the knife momentum was sealed by a pair of iron fists.

Occasionally, the sword broke through Ximenwang's iron fist and landed on his body, and the inside of Ximenwang's robe would glow with a pale yellow luster, making it impossible for the sharp giant knife to penetrate his body.

The blood-colored giant knife is the strongest weapon of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, although it cannot break into Ximen Wang's body, its own weight and the impact force it carries make it turn into a terrifying iron hammer, hitting Ximen Wang's body hard.

Ximen Wang's iron fist itself was a hammer, and it also slammed into Shen's chest and abdomen mercilessly.

In the blink of an eye, these two Demon Sect powerhouses shot countless times in the air.

Countless fights, countless rammings, countless hammers.

The two suspended peaks kept colliding and then separating, and then colliding again, and the sound of a muffled thunderous crash resounded in the sky not far above the grassland.

The sound of thunder sounded one after another, close at hand, making the flock of sheep lying in the sea of grass and stiff instinctively feel the horror of death. In terror, they propped up their limp legs and fled in all directions.

The steppe girl who fell from her horse, lying in the grass and looking at the two god-like figures in the sky, had already become a fool in shock and fear, where could she care about the separation of her flock.

The soldiers of the Chaoyang Army, who were enforcing military law, covered their ears and knelt on the grass with pale faces.

The three disciplined soldiers who were lucky not to have their heads cut off were unable to cover their ears because their hands were tied, and black blood gradually flowed from the corners of their eyes and noses, and they were shocked to death by the impact of two strong men in the air a moment later.

Horses neighed and panicked on the meadow.

A heaviest thunder sounded in the air above the grassland, and the fierce wind swept the earth from the air, blowing the long grass and flying wildly, and the two figures in the air finally separated, retreated dozens of feet, and fell to the grassland.

Two muffled sounds rang out on the surface of the prairie in almost no particular order.

The domineering aura on Ximen Wang and Shen's bodies dissipated out as their feet hit the ground, and the grassland ground at the sole of the boots suddenly collapsed and turned into two soil pits, and the spring grass in the pits turned into broken chips, just like a newly repaired unsealed grave.

"Enemy attack!"

"There are assassins!"

Even though they were facing such a peerless powerhouse as the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, the well-trained Chaoyang border army came to their senses with a strong will and began to organize a defensive line after a little chaos.

The sound of horses' hooves and the clash of armor was endless.

In the barracks below the meadow, hundreds of Chaoyang elite Xuanqi wearing heavy armor completed the assembly at unimaginable speed, turned into two front formations, and drove out of the camp at a gallop, carrying grass clippings and dust, and suddenly attacked, sealing this meadow.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of wheels sounded, and more than a dozen heavy crossbow arrows were pushed out of the barracks and aimed at the man above the meadow, and another formation division began to arrange a temporary formation under the protection of a strong servant.

The Chaoyang cavalry looked solemnly at the man on the meadow.

The enemy was only one person, and the Chaoyang Army was fully prepared, but they were still aware of the unprecedented danger, and the atmosphere above and below the meadow became extremely tense.

Shen stood in the meadow, in those slightly collapsed pits, in front of hundreds of the world's most elite cavalry, and in front of countless crossbow arrows, his expression was still calm, still silent, as if he had not seen anything.

His eyes were only Simon Wang, who was not far away.

Shen is still wearing that ordinary leather jacket, but compared to the past, the leather jacket on his body is more shabby, and even rotten in many places.

His expression was calm, but his face was a little haggard.

Assist the Senate to lead the tribe to fight with the Central Plains coalition army for many days, and in recent days, he has continuously sniped Ximenwang and fought with the Chaoyang Army several times, he is an iron man, and he also feels tired.

Especially in the previous battle with Ximen Wang, although the time was short, he was seriously injured, and there were countless holes in the leather jacket between his chest and abdomen, and blood was faintly visible.

The blood-colored giant knife he held in his hand was also a little dim.

The army of the rising sun is undoubtedly the most powerful army in the world.

In the past few years, under the command of General Ximen Wang, they have conquered the Yan Kingdom in the east and the wasteland in the north, and they have been invincible and invincible, and their pride and self-confidence have reached the extreme.

Yet in front of this person, they cannot be proud.

The Chaoyang Army would not be afraid of cultivators, because they believed that no matter how powerful a cultivator was, under the heavy cavalry and crossbow arrows, they were no different from ordinary people.

But they had never seen a cultivator as powerful as Shen.

The Chaoyang cavalry commander stared at the man in a leather jacket in the distance, and said in a cold voice: "If we can't kill this monster today, then what face do we have to call ourselves cavalry?"

Hundreds of Chaoyang cavalry under the meadow, hearing this, their faces suddenly sank, they pulled out their sabers in their sheaths, and shouted in a deep voice: "No!"

Hundreds of sabers were drawn from their sheaths at the same time, and the sound of those swords merged into a very solemn and even tragic tune.

In the days after the end of the war between the Central Plains Coalition Army and the Snow Country tribe, the man in the leather jacket on the meadow appeared seven times around the Chaoyang Army.