The first thousand four hundred and twenty-five chapters
Within the heaven and earth, the roar echoed crazily.
Several rays of sword light cut through the sky and the earth, and the place they touched collapsed, setting off a huge wave of space.
Demon City, as a capital of the Daqian Empire, is extremely prosperous.
The rising sun was rising, and the soft sunlight was shining over the capital. The whole capital looked extremely prosperous.
The Lord of the Demon God's Capital is suppressed by the Demon God Marquis and controls the surrounding capitals.
There is a lot of traffic on the bustling streets.
The Demon God Marquis stood above the city lord's palace, looking down at the panoramic view of the capital, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that I can't participate in the imperial capital's feast!"
Before he finished speaking, a roar echoed between heaven and earth.
This roar of heaven and earth overwhelmed the noise of the entire capital. Countless warriors raised their heads and stared at the sky, only to see a bloody shadow appear.
Seeing this bloody shadow, the Demon God Marquis was suddenly shocked and shouted: "Who dares to act so recklessly in the Demon God's Capital?"
The bloody shadow turned out to be a blood arrow. After the blood arrow flashed past, a huge crack immediately appeared in the void, which almost divided the entire world into two.
The blood arrows instantly reached the sky above the Demon God's Capital City and crashed into the Demon God's Capital's protective sword array. The protective sword array emitted light that changed in light and dark, and finally collapsed suddenly.
Phew! The sword array's light shield was torn apart, and in the eyes of countless stunned eyes, this blood arrow came straight towards the Demon God Marquis.
An aura like an ancient ferocious beast filled the heart of the Demon God Marquis. His eyes stared at the blood arrow, and the Demon God Marquis's heart beat wildly.
"You are the general of Tiangang. Die!" An incomparably indifferent voice sounded next to Demon God Hou's ears. At this moment, the heaven and earth suddenly roared together, and the pressure of the whole world gathered together and fell on Demon God Hou.
"Martial arts world!" Demon God Hou's eyes suddenly shrank, and his figure seemed to be in a swamp, unable to move.
Phew! The blood arrow pierced through. Like a big hand, it tore apart the Demon Lord's body.
As the blood mist filled the air, the Demon Lord's soul broke out of his body. Just as he was about to escape, he saw a space ripple spreading in front of him, and several figures slowly appeared. The leader was a young man in white with a delicate and handsome face. It's all a color of indifference.
The young man in white pulled two chains, and there were two warriors locked on the chains. What frightened the Demon God Marquis the most was that these two people were Anyang Marquis and Thunder God Marquis.
"Demon God Marquis!" The young man in white said calmly, and his voice fell into the Demon God Marquis' ears like thousands of thunders, deafening.
I saw the young man in white raise his left hand, and countless thunderbolts condensed and turned into chains, imprisoning the Demon Lord's soul and erasing his consciousness.
When all the dust fell to the ground, Marquis Anyang smiled weakly: "Another general has fallen!"
After collecting the Demon Lord's martial arts soul into the Qilin Ring, the young man in white, Ye Chen, raised his head and looked at the prosperous capital city below. He said calmly: "This has just begun, bury all the princes of Daqian and the emperor of Daqian! "
Wuming stood behind Ye Chen with an indifferent expression, looking at the stunned faces below. He raised the blood-colored long bow in his hand and pulled the full string. The rules of heaven and earth suddenly condensed, forming an arrow.
"Billions of tribesmen have been buried here, and this blood needs their blood to wash away!" Wuming murmured, his sword finger loosened slightly, and the arrow shot out in vain, causing waves of space waves to drown the majestic city lord below. Mansion.
The City Lord's Mansion, which had stood for thousands of years, suddenly collapsed under this arrow, with sand and dust flying.
"The next capital city!" Looking at a high platform in the distance, Ye Chen said calmly, took a step forward, and headed straight for the high platform.
There was a void sword array on the 100-foot high platform. Ye Chen and others stepped into it. The sword array roared and Ye Chen and others disappeared immediately.
After leaving the southwest capital, Ye Chen and Wuming came all the way, destroyed countless capitals, beheaded several generals, wiped out more than a hundred generals, and headed straight for the capital of the Daqian Empire.
Murderous intent and majestic momentum are directed at the capital of Daqian.
In the imperial capital of Daqian, fairy music curls up and a sea of flowers covers the entire long street.
The powerful cavalrymen were standing on both sides of the long street, raising their spears and pointing directly at the sky.
Two heavenly dragons pulled a magnificent dragon chariot and slowly appeared at the end of the long street. Hundreds of civil and military officials followed closely behind them. Thousands of maids carrying incense burners and flower baskets supported behind the officials.
A few moments later, the Tianlong neighed and hovered above the imperial capital tower, while the dragon chariot stood eerily still.
On the city tower, the melodious trumpet sound became louder and louder, affecting the general trend of the Daqian Empire.
On the dragon chariot, Emperor Daqian stood up, looked at the end of the sky with deep eyes, and murmured: "The emperor personally led all the civil and military officials to come out of the palace to greet him. This is a great honor to both Yan and Zhao."
Suddenly, Emperor Daqian's eyes changed slightly, looking to the southwest, showing a trace of doubt.
A shocking pressure came from the southwest, making Emperor Daqian feel vaguely uneasy.
"This is not the aura of the envoy from Yanzhao, southwest, southwest capital!" Emperor Daqian pondered for a moment and said: "The Marquis of Destruction!"
"I'm here!" The noble young man, Liu Chang, the Marquis of Destruction, stepped out.
"I will go to the southwest to find out. I want to know who this oppression comes from!" Emperor Daqian said calmly, his tone filled with supreme majesty.
Hearing this, Liu Chang raised his eyes and glanced to the southwest. His eyes changed slightly. He also noticed the astonishing oppression. He was a little frightened. After a pause, Liu Chang responded: "I will obey the holy order!"
After getting up, Liu Chang's thin body erupted with an aura of destruction, his body was like a sword rainbow, and he headed straight to the southwest.
"Thunder God Marquis has not come back yet. It seems that there have been changes in the southwestern capital!" Looking at Liu Chang's leaving figure, Emperor Daqian couldn't help but give an order: "If you find a lowly person who cannot be defeated, bring him to the imperial capital!"
"No!" A loud and powerful shout echoed between heaven and earth, and the sword light disappeared at the end of heaven and earth.
"No matter who dares to offend my Da Gan, they will be killed without mercy!" Sitting on the dragon chariot again, the Da Gan Emperor closed his eyes tightly, and a terrifying coercion filled him.
The gentle breeze blew up the petals all over the ground, and it seemed like there was a rain of flowers in the sky.
The strong Daqian soldiers roared, and the melodious sound of horns and war drums gathered together and soared into the sky. Even though they were more than ten thousand feet away from the Daqian Imperial Capital, the sound of their horns could be heard.
In the northeastern direction of the Imperial Capital of Daqian, bursts of sharp breaking wind could be heard. Its peaceful void was shattered in vain, and black shadows swept out from it. There were more than three thousand, and three thousand griffins were sitting on them. Three thousand warriors with indifferent expressions.
These warriors wore armor as black as ink and carried giant swords on their backs, with a powerful aura permeating them.
The war flag rustled, and a big word appeared on it: Yan!
"The Marquis of Jing is less than 50,000 feet away from the capital of Emperor Daqian!" A warrior whispered to a young man at the head.
The young man at the head has a slightly darker complexion and does not look handsome at all. There is a hint of vicissitudes in his slightly lowered eyes. Compared with the three thousand warriors with extraordinary weapons behind him, the young man's clothes are a bit simple and he is wearing a blue robe.
Hearing this, the young man raised his head and looked at the huge phantom that appeared at the end of his sight. He raised his sword and pointed at the phantom, and said in a hoarse voice: "Where is the Daqian Imperial Capital?"
"Yes!" the warrior said respectfully, looking at the young man with admiration in his eyes. Jing Ziyun, the dignified Marquis of Jing in the Yan Kingdom, was qualified to be worshiped like this.
"He led hundreds of civil and military officials to greet him hundreds of miles out of the city. This Emperor of Daqian has given Yan and Zhao a lot of face, haha!" The young man said with a smile at the corner of Jing Ziyun's mouth, and his laughter became even hoarse.
"Since the country of Daqian treats each other like this, then naturally our officers and soldiers of the country of Yan cannot weaken their momentum. Sons and gentlemen, come out with the arrogance of the soldiers of the country of Great Yan!" Turning around, Jing Ziyun looked at the three thousand griffon knights behind him and chuckled. road.
Bang bang! The powerful aura of three thousand filled the sky, and the three thousand gryphon knights shouted in unison: "Dayan!"
The shouts gathered together and shot straight into the sky. Three thousand streams of light tore through the void and headed straight for the capital of the Daqian Empire.
On the dragon chariot, Emperor Daqian slowly opened his eyes, looked northeast, slightly cupped his hands, and said loudly: "On behalf of Daqian, I welcome the envoys of the Yan Kingdom!"
Its majestic voice immediately overwhelmed the surrounding horn sounds and spread out.
The figures of the civil and military officials below were all shocked, and countless gazes fell on the end of the sky.
Whoosh! I saw black shadows flying across the sky, and tall and mighty griffons appeared in the sight of Emperor Daqian and others.
Standing on the back of the griffon, Jing Ziyun bowed slightly and said: "Jing Ziyun, the envoy of the Yan Kingdom, has met the Emperor of Daqian!"
Woo hoo! The sound of horns became louder and louder, fairy music curled up, and thousands of maids danced on the long street to welcome Jing Ziyun's arrival.
"The son of a general, it is said that Marquis Shengjing has a son who is proficient in all kinds of literature and martial arts. He is also a leader of the Yan Kingdom. When I see him today, he is indeed extraordinary!" Emperor Daqian praised him, stroking his palms.
"Emperor Daqian's words are serious. Compared with his fathers, Jing Ziyun is far behind!" Jing Ziyun shook his head and said.
Suddenly, Jing Ziyun's eyes changed slightly and he looked to the northwest, with a flash of doubt in his eyes...