On Tianjianfeng, Ye Feng stood alone on the top of the mountain, thinking about what Cao Yi said yesterday in his mind. Behind him was the northern flag flying in the wind. On the flag was a lifelike five-clawed dragon, which was all black.
, when he raised his head, he seemed to have the might of the wind and rain.
And this flag is unique in the northern border and even in the entire Xuanyuan country. It is also called the Black Dragon Flag.
Looking at Qingyun Peak in the distance, there is also a large flag standing at this moment. Different from Ye Feng's black dragon flag, Zhu Guangbo's flag is embroidered with a Siberian tiger looking up to the sky and roaring.
After all, he is not the real King of the North, and he does not dare to fly the same flag as Ye Feng.
However, as long as the flag behind Ye Feng is snatched away, the Black Dragon Flag will belong to Zhu Guangbo from now on. It is justified and no one will have any objections.
"Ning Tianya regards the Black Dragon Flag as more important than his own life. Do you think that if it were lost in Ye Feng's hands, would he not be able to rest in peace until his death?"
There were three people on Qingyun Peak, two men in black with their faces covered. They sat cross-legged next to the tiger flag with extremely arrogant expressions. From the beginning to the end, neither of them looked at Zhu Guangbo once.
"Of course."
The person on the left immediately replied.
From the tone of the two men, it seemed that they still had endless resentment towards the deceased old Northern King.
"Since the two adults like the Black Dragon Flag so much, I will take it as a congratulatory gift for the two adults."
After hearing this, Zhu Guangbo frowned slightly and spoke in a complimentary tone.
What are the backgrounds of these two people?
Even Zhu Guangbo didn't know this. He only knew that this was the person arranged by the masked young master, and even those in the imperial capital had to obey the orders of these two. Furthermore, the two took the initiative to take charge of the main peak.
duty of.
"Zhu Guangbo, I advise you not to be clever."
"Just be a dog and be obedient. The Black Dragon Flag belongs to the young master. Whoever the young master wants to have it can have it."
Unexpectedly, the man in black on the right was not only unhappy after hearing this, but also scolded and warned Zhu Guangbo.
"What your Lord said is absolutely true."
Zhu Guangbo hurriedly lowered his head to respond. He could not see the expression on his invisible face.
What everyone expected?
The Siberian tiger is nothing more than a pet cat that can be manipulated by others. In the vast competition, a small player only deserves to be a chess piece in the hands of the big man.
Since it is a chess piece, it can be thrown away as an abandoned piece at any time. Everything depends on the mood of the big man. No one knows that there is a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness in Zhu Guangbo's eyes hidden underneath.
In terms of the weight of the chess pieces, he knew that he was not as good as Ye Feng, because the latter and the masked young master were the real players, and he, Zhu Guangbo, was just a spokesperson who was pushed out.
"kill!"
In the ice and snow, at the junction of Lushan Mountain and Tianyin Mountain, a manpower battle between Ye Feng and Zhu Guangbo was about to break out.
Hundreds of Grand Masters and more than a dozen Martial Kings started the first round of competition here. What was surprising was that the people on both sides seemed to know each other and each had found their own opponent.
Damn it, what is going on?
This is the central battlefield. Ye Feng has invested the most troops here. Those people brought by Cao Yi are the strongest and largest group of people to support him. They are all invested here by him at this moment.
The original idea was to catch the enemy off guard and attack Huanglong with one move.
However, the other party seems to have the same intention?
Looking at the people on Zhu Guangbo's side, it is obvious that there are more and more powerful people than Ye Feng's side.
If it's not a coincidence, there is a traitor around the Lord!
Sima Zhantian's expression became more and more gloomy as he fought. The number of people sent by Zhu Guangbo were still increasing at this moment, and they were outflanking them from both sides. They clearly wanted to eat the Lord's team.
"King, we have encountered a strong enemy ambush. The number of enemies is still greater than ours, and their support is constantly increasing. I'm afraid if they don't retreat."
Sima Zhantian didn't finish his words.
As a fighting maniac, Sima Zhantian certainly wanted to fight to the end, but from a tactical perspective, this was obviously not the time to be impulsive.
"Lu Bugui, when you killed my brother, I thought you would hide in the Yang family and never come out again in this life. I didn't expect that I would run into you today."
In the snow, a Martial King belonging to Ye Feng's side suddenly gave up on his original opponent and killed a peak grandmaster further away.
Who is this?
Could it be that the Yang family is from the Yang family in the imperial capital?
Sima Zhan's teeth were itching because he wanted to smash the head of such a arrogant Martial King. This was not helping, but reducing our high-end combat power.
"Work together to deal with him."
The King Wu who was fighting Zhang Che immediately received the message. Without any hesitation, he immediately chased after the man.
"Why is Zhang Che here? Come and save me. Who will save me?"
Seeing Zhang Che running towards him, the peak grandmaster named Lu Bugui immediately panicked. He tried his best to shake off his opponent and tried to escape without saying a word.
However, how can a great master compare with the speed of a King of Martial Arts running at full speed?
In less than a moment, Zhang Che caught up and struck Lu Bugui in the back with an angry blow. A blood flower exploded in the snow.
"die!"
At the moment Zhang Che succeeded, a Martial King also attacked behind him. He thrust out a sword, and the light of the sword was like a shooting star.
Oops!
Only then did Zhang Che realize that something was wrong. He was impulsive and succeeded too easily. He didn't expect that the enemy would not hesitate to use the death of a peak master to make him relax his vigilance.
"If he dies, you must die too."
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
Sima Zhantian's Liufeng Fist was the last one, and he didn't save Zhang Che. It was definitely worth it to use such an idiot to kill a Martial King on the opposite side.
Help yourself!
In just an instant, the King Wu who attacked Zhang Che made a decision. He resolutely gave up killing the former and turned against Sima Zhantian.
Where did this pig head come from?
Looking at Sima Zhantian's abnormal face, the King of Wu named Feng Shiliu was filled with questions. No matter whether it was Sansi or Tianyong Pavilion, there was no such person.
Come to think of it, Feng Shiliu's sword was unambiguous. He lifted up his sword and slashed at Sima Zhantian's fist.
Another fist hit Zhang Che on the right side of his head. Secretly, the King Wu who joined forces would not give up.
"Do you really think I am a vegetarian?"
"Overwhelming!"
Zhang Che was furious and did not defend himself. Instead, he slapped the boxer who was attacking him with his unique skills, rolling wind from his palm and surging forward.
Bang! One by one
The victory was decided, and the boxer on Zhang Che's right was slapped seven times in a row. At the most critical moment, he hesitated and wanted to escape, but whoever escaped would die first.
On the other hand, Zhang Che, although he was vomiting blood due to heavy punches, was still able to be saved.
The first Martial King on the battlefield fell!
"withdraw!"
Ye Feng's order followed.
"Retreat with all your strength, I'll cover you later."
At the same time, King Wu, who belonged to Ye Feng's side, roared wildly and took the initiative to resist the enemy's firepower. There were only a few people like Zhang Che who acted with such impulsiveness.
Let them go!
Just when the people on Zhu Guangbo's side were considering whether to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, the order from above came.
The teams on both sides quickly retreated to their respective places. Only dozens of corpses left in the snow were desolate and pale. If the snow wolves had not passed by, these corpses would not have lasted a night and would have been covered with ice and snow.
In this battle, neither side had an advantage. Ye Feng lost many great masters, while Zhu Guangbo lost a Martial King.
"Thank you!"
On Tianwu Mountain, Zhang Che came over and thanked Sima Zhantian. Regardless of whether this person had the intention to save him or not, he survived after all because of the latter.
"Thank you, uncle!"
"What's your name? He's a man."
Sima Zhantian's tone was alternately good and bad, which made Zhang Che, who was like a monk, confused for a while.
"Zhang Che, what about you?"
Zhang Che smiled, he probably knew where Sima Zhantian's words were pointing.
"Commander of the Fourth Northern Army, Sima Zhantian."
Sima Zhantian's words were very open and clear. In fact, his voice was also loud, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.
What a good man!
Several Martial Kings nodded secretly. To be honest, they knew that this battle was a competition between the two powerful forces behind the scenes.
But if this kind of thing doesn't happen in the north, how can there be this competition?
There was resentment after all, but Sima Zhantian's performance somewhat removed the thorn in their hearts.
"It turns out to be Brother Zhan Tian, whose name I have admired for a long time."
Zhang Che complimented, but his expression did not show admiration at all.
It's just a polite statement. In terms of cultivation, he is at the intermediate level, while Sima Zhan Genius is at the elementary level.
"Where are you from?"
Sima Zhantian didn't take those words seriously, but asked another question.
He was the first to come to Tianyin Mountain, but so many people suddenly came in this short day, and he really had too many questions.
"The Imperial Capital, Tianyong Pavilion."
When the word "Tian Yong Pavilion" was mentioned, Zhang Che's expression clearly became respectful.
In the entire Xuanyuan Kingdom, the only thing worthy of his respect was the Tianyong Pavilion, which was the most mysterious in the eyes of the world. In the eyes of the soldiers of the four realms, Ming Gong Pavilion was regarded as a holy land that could not be trampled upon.
"What about brothers?"
Sima Zhantian turned his eyes and looked at the group of people on the mountain.
No matter what, these people are worthy of his respect and worthy of remembering their names. Just now, the trend was weak against strong, everyone present.
No one is a deserter!
"Speaking of which, I am also a general. In everything here, Brother Zhantian, you are the military governor, and I am the commander, the general protecting the pavilion, and so is Lin Chong."
A man with a resolute face and a crew cut stood up with a smile.
Lin Chong!
"It turns out he is the chief instructor of the Forbidden Army. I have admired his name for a long time."
In the imperial capital, there is a Protectorate Master, and there are also a group of national protector generals headed by the generals who govern the country. These people usually don't do much. The only thing is that they have trained many talents for the four realms.
Lin Chong, the commander-in-chief of the imperial army, and one of the two top leaders under the general Zhenguo. Although Sima Zhantian is the commander of the northern army, he rarely goes to the imperial capital.
But I still remember the names of several famous generals in the world.
