"My lord, all the bandits have been killed, a total of one hundred and eighty people!" Zhang Han came to the study and bowed to Song Yu.

"Well!, it's hard work, go down and rest!" Song Yu was quite satisfied, there were no casualties this time, and all the bandits were ambushed, which was very rare.

"This is the duty of the lower official, then the lower official will retire first!" Zhang Han bowed his hand and retreated.

Song Yu picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and continued to look down at the paperwork.

Kyoto!

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Two dragons roared in the lilac luck, staring at each other. Without the suppression of the emperor's dragon qi, the luck of King Changshan and King Zhenxi was slowly transforming from blue to lilac. The dragon above the luck has become more noble, and almost wants to turn into a dragon.

At the same time, there are four cyan majestic breaths rushing into the sky, there is a head like a dragon, shaped like a horse, like a deer, the tail is like an oxtail, there are colorful hair patterns on the back, and the animal with yellow hair on the belly hovers above the luck, this is the unicorn. This is the breath of the four princes.

At the beginning of the Great Song Dynasty, he was a great meritorious hero, and he was awarded thirty-three marquises. The fief of the liehou is called the state. There are tens of thousands of large households and 500 small ones. Hou Guozhi is like a county order, and he is ordered by the county guard. Although the fiefdom of the liehou is only the size of the county, it is a country of its own, so the luck is much higher than that of the ordinary county guard.

However, after the reduction of the emperors of the Great Song Dynasty, only six families of the princes of that year have survived to this day. These remnants have already married the royal family, and they all have some royal blood. Some of them are still princes with different surnames, but after many generations, the titles have been reduced, and it is not easy to retain them at this time.

The kings of Zhenxi and Changshan, the royal relatives of the descendants, were named princes and could eat tens of thousands of households. But there were no fiefdoms anymore, if they hadn't been in charge of the army to defend the border. I'm afraid that he has already become a noble prince.

And the descendants need to be lowered by one level to inherit the title. After a few generations, if you don't do anything, you will fall from the status of a nobleman to a commoner. Song Yu's branch has been weakened in this way, and now he has become a businessman, and it is difficult to get close to the royal family again.

At this time, a rush of soldiers and murderous machines were permeated, and within a hundred miles of Kyoto, the black cold and piercing soldiers were overwhelming, and the purple qi on the palace was constantly peeling off, and most of the scattered purple qi fell.

It was devoured by the lucky dragon on the head of the two princes. Growing. The other small part fell to the people who were destined for the destiny of heaven all over the Great Song Dynasty.

A little bit of purple powder passed through the void interval and landed on the small yellow snake above Song Yu's head, and the small snake's body swam and devoured it with a big mouth. The body is slowly changing and growing.

Not only in Kyoto, but also in other states and counties at this time, some big people who are unwilling to be lonely are also quietly waiting at this time, whether King Changshan or King Zhenxi succeeds, this Great Song Dynasty cannot be easily pacified. In the sea of the Great Song Dynasty, there are already countless dragons and snakes hidden below, and when the time comes, the dragons and snakes will definitely land. Turned upside down.

Five miles away from Kyoto, as far as the eye can see, the soldiers are lined up in formation, holding flags and hunting. The armor and weapons were cold and cold, as far as the eye could see, and the soldiers were solemn and silent.

The other side. There are also tens of thousands of soldiers, hunting with banners, full of slaughter, dignified. On a chariot platform, King Changshan wears armor and a long sword at his waist. The big Malaysian golden knife looked at the opposite side majestically. On the other side, the king of Zhenxi was also dressed up, and the eyes of the two seemed to pass through thousands of soldiers and collide together.

"Whew!" the golden dragon swung its tail in the air and killed the white dragon. Bai Jiao also roared and rushed up at the same time. Twin Jiao fight in the air.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers on both sides rushed away like a tidal wave. The armor clanged, and the two dragons collided violently in the air.

"Boom!"

"Poof!ahh

The soldiers on both sides collided together, spears and spears collided, the sonorous sound continued to sound, the shouts shook the sky, the sound rushed into the sky, the radius of more than ten miles was clearly audible, making people's blood boiling, and there were also people who were cold and creepy. It's shocking.

"The Great Song Dragon's qi is decaying, and it is difficult to regenerate it, it seems that these two are just opening the way for the true dragon. In the green and quaint bamboo forest, a low groan sounded.

"The dragon qi of the Great Song Dynasty is already dying, and the roots below are being corroded!" A man in a green coat thought darkly.

"Senior brother, guess who can win!" In a plain, several men and women sat in a crystal green pavilion, boiling fragrant tea, and looked at the battlefield of dozens of miles of battles from time to time.

"I don't know the way, but through the magic weapon given by the master, I can see that the two dragons are evenly matched. A man pursed his mouth and held an embroidery needle-like magic weapon in his hand, the magic weapon was crystal clear, with a road pattern inscription, very simple and vicissitudes. The magic weapon flashed with golden light, and a trace of golden light permeated the man's eyes, and in an instant, the man's eyes were shining with a trace of golden light, and the luck dragon of the battlefield was clearly visible. Countless soldiers spread all over the world and pressed down heavily.

"It is worthy of the Zhenlong Pillar, and it actually has this miraculous effect. You must know that the Dao can only touch the great momentum and luck, only the power of the Yuan Shen can touch it!" said a woman with red clothes, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and crystal skin like jade.

"Yes, only such a rare magic weapon can suppress the true dragon vein and plunder the luck. However, there are still shortcomings! You have to catch up with the Jiaohua True Dragon, otherwise even the Zhenlong Pillar will not be able to suppress the True Dragon. The man held the Zhenlong Pillar in his hand, his eyes turned into golden pupils, and a trace of noble and ancient aura instantly diffused.

"Whew!"

The two dragons bit each other in the air, the dragon's claws split into the air, the scales fell, and the yellow blood flowed out, and the blood fell along with the scales, which was extremely real, as if these two dragons of luck had turned into entities. Under the dragon, the soldiers on both sides had already been slaughtered, the blood of the stumps was flying wildly, countless people fell, and some people pounced to fill it.

"Whew!"

The heavy and low voice continued to reach the ears of the soldiers, which was the withdrawal of the troops of both sides. The slaughtering soldiers receded like a tidal wave, leaving behind the remains of a place where the scarlet blood had already stained the area red. These battles are only in the thousands, and this battle is just a temptation.

At dusk, special personnel on both sides entered the battlefield to collect the corpses, and although they all glared angrily, they did not move. No attack. This is partly because the large accumulation of corpses can damage the morale of both warring parties at the same time, and partly because it prevents disease.

As night fell, King Toyama's army retreated into the capital. Guarding the outer city wall here, there is no need to be afraid of the surprise attack of the king of Zhenxi, it is safer than the outside field, and it is easy to advance and retreat.

The night was dark, the full moon was shrouded in heavy dark clouds, and the land was dark.

"Sir, has General Dou moved!" Song Ming, the king of Zhenxi, sat on the military tent in armor, the candle flame was dancing, and his face looked cloudy.

"Lord Wang, it's already action!" said the man in blue's voice trembled a little.

"Okay! My second brother must not have thought of it! I started to decorate this place a few years ago, hehe!" King Zhenxi's eyes were deep, and his voice was cold. (To be continued......)