One word is like a stone, stirring up thousands of waves.

Both the Aurora people on the flying boat and the Beihai people on the Xuange were all shocked.

With the power of one person, challenge the five great celestial beings?

This is not talking in sleep.

It's not a joke either.

Lin Beichen really wants to do this.

"Crazy, crazy."

"One against five? Does he think he is a god?"

"Haha, it is rumored that Lin Beichen is mentally retarded. I didn't expect that at this time, he would have another brain attack. He is mainly looking for death, haha..."

"This is my chance for the Aurora Empire."

"Wagon on wheels, wear him to death."

On the flying boat, the generals, powerful men, and bishops of the Aurora Empire suddenly became excited.

Even Prince Yu, after being stunned for a moment, had a look of surprise on his face.

That's right.

He instantly realized that this was an opportunity.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As long as we can take this opportunity to kill Lin Beichen, it will be worth it even if the Aurora Empire loses this life-and-death battle.

Because once Lin Beichen dies, the Beihai Empire will be finished.

Even though the Beihai Empire seems to be on the verge of a renaissance, it actually relies on the strong personal strength of Lin Beichen, a rising martial arts star.

Without Lin Beichen, the Beihai Empire, let alone a renaissance, would immediately fall into disintegration again.

Killing Lin Beichen would be equivalent to cutting off the future of the Beihai Empire, and ending the fate of the Beihai Empire. In another thirty to fifty years, the Aurora Empire will be able to march south again, and by then, the destruction of the Beihai Empire will be just around the corner.

On Xuange, there was a completely opposite reaction and atmosphere.

"What? Pope Lin is too hasty."

"It's not necessary. Isn't this putting yourself in danger..."

"No, absolutely not."

Some generals and martial arts experts who did not know the truth shouted loudly, hoping that the old marshal Xiao Yan could quickly stop Lin Beichen from doing this.

Like Prince Yu, the people of Beihai also understand in their hearts.

For today's Beihai Empire, Lin Beichen is the Dinghai Shenzhou and the pillar supporting the sky.

Its value is far higher than that of a city or a place.

Even if it takes three or five provinces and territories in exchange, it can't be given.

How can such a pillar of the country be put in danger?

But Marshal Xiao Yan did not speak.

Because he knew that it would be useless to say anything.

Before the war, Lin Beichen had informed this matter in advance.

At that time, Xiao Yan also tried to persuade him, but it was just in vain.

Xiao Ye, who was standing aside, was also silent.

He only met Lin Beichen through Han Fuhua.

Because of this, he knew deeply what important position Han Buhua occupied in Lin Beichen's heart. It was not just a classmate, not just a friend, but a family brother, a blood relative.

Someone who still cares.

If it were Xiao Ye himself who had the strength and the right to speak, he would make the same choice as Lin Beichen.

It's a pity that his weight is far from enough.

Therefore, he can only watch now and silently pray in his heart for support.

This is

"I come."

A loud shout sounded.

The sharp sword light swept from the white flying boat, and in an instant, it arrived on the stone platform of Luoxing Cliff, transforming into a thin, middle-aged man wearing a purple brocade robe.

"Liu Shengcang, the Ten Thousand Destruction Sword Sect of the Central Daqian Empire, came to meet the Pope of the Beihai Empire, haha."

The middle-aged man's laughter contained a bit of ridicule.

He wears a gold crown on his head, a white jade hairpin, a gold python belt around his waist, and a white scabbard tied with silver threads. He has a tall figure. At first glance, he has the grace and bearing of a swordsman.

"Wannie Sword Sect?"

Lin Beichen raised his eyelids and frowned: "You are not from the Aurora Empire, are you?"

"Haha, although I am not from the Aurora Empire, I am willing to draw my sword for the Aurora Royal Family. Why not?"

Liu Shengcang said with a smile but not a smile.

far away.

The old marshal Xiao Yan who was on top of the black Xuange was furious when he saw this scene.

He suddenly changed his color, looked at Prince Yu, and asked sternly: "In the battle for the national destiny of the two countries, you actually invited strong foreigners to participate in the battle. Is this unreasonable?"

Prince Yu smiled faintly and said: "There is no stripe prohibiting this in the drawn up sacred contract, so why not? Mr. Liu is a fifth-level titled heavenly being with divine swordsmanship. He is willing to draw the sword for our Aurora Empire.

, why should we decide?”

There was sudden laughter on the white flying boat.

Yes.

This fifth-level titled celestial being from the Ten Thousand Destruction Sword Sect was a secret move by the Aurora Empire to catch the Beihai people by surprise.

Although the Aurora royal family paid a high price for this, being able to mobilize a fifth-level titled Celestial Being to reverse the situation of the war at a critical moment, no matter how high the price, is still worth it.

"Despicable."

"You Aurora people, do you still want shame?"

The Beihai Empire generals and martial arts experts on the black Xuange were almost furious.

Although I had thought that the Aurora people would do some dirty tricks.

But I didn't expect them to be so shameless.

For a moment, the military and political leaders of the two empires were exchanging insults in the air on the spaceship.

On the stone platform of Luoxing Cliff, Liu Shengcang had a faint sarcasm on his lips and remained silent.

"alright."

Lin Beichen spoke.

The scolding of the Beihai Empire stopped instantly.

Countless eyes were focused on him.

"There's no difference."

Lin Beichen said calmly.

When everyone heard this, they were all startled.

What's the meaning?

The next moment

The figure moves.

The sword flashed.

Interlacing floating lights.

Sword Qi arises and dies.

Lin Beichen's figure was like a disillusioned ghost, invading Liu Shengcang's side in an instant and incredible...

Everyone just felt that the light and shadow in their sight were distorted.

Then my eyes blurred.

When his vision returned to normal, Lin Beichen was already holding a head.

Liu Shengcang's head.

The head of this fifth-level titled heavenly being from the Central Daqian Empire's Wanjie Sword Sect was held in Lin Beichen's hand and slowly placed in front of Han Buhui's tombstone...
To be continued...