Standing in the white field, countless corpses were trapped in the ice.
A hundred-foot high platform, with white clothes flying.
Thousands of thunders were lingering around the high platform, and Tiandao stood behind it with an indifferent expression.
Looking around at the corpses, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and stared at the blue sky above.
Rain of blood fell one after another, and thousands of feet away, the officers and soldiers with submissive expressions looked at this place in fear.
"Seeing this scene, I'm afraid he will be furious!" Ye Chen said lightly, Bai Jiu raised his long and slender right hand, and white light condensed in his palm.
Looking from a distance, endless vitality sprouts from the corpses all around.
"Destroying dozens of capitals in a row, seeing it all with your own eyes but not being able to intervene, is enough to make people angry for a while!"
Wuming held a blood-colored long bow, looked at the undulating sword attic in the distance, pulled up the bow string, formed an arrow ten feet long, and shot out.
The arrow leaving the string caused waves of undulating ripples.
The arrows plunged straight into the sword loft, and bursts of screams and roars continued. The lofts collapsed and turned into ruins.
"What I want is to make him go crazy and lose his mind. In his eyes, the ants escape one after another and destroy the empire. This feeling is uncomfortable!"
Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the western end of the capital, and a terrifying pressure filled the air.
"Seal!" Ye Chen murmured, the endless rules of heaven and earth gathered in the palm of his hand, sealing the condensed vitality.
Walking towards the Void Sword Formation with long strides, Ye Chen said lightly: "Five minutes, his speed is getting slower and slower!"
Hearing this, Wuming stopped, shot the last arrow, turned around, and followed Ye Chen.
The three of them stepped into the Void Sword Formation. The Void Sword Formation was in motion and endless rules gathered together. There was a roaring sound and the sword light flashed. The moment Ye Chen and others disappeared, the sword formation completely collapsed.
The moment Ye Chen left, an angry roar rang out from the westernmost side of the capital. In a void sword formation, a figure rushed out like a falling star.
The young man, who was the Grand Emperor, looked at the messy capital city that had turned into ruins. The young man was filled with anger. This feeling of being led by the nose made him feel extremely angry.
When he noticed Ye Chen's aura, the young man was about to cut him into pieces, but when he arrived, the former escaped through the Void Sword Formation.
"Untouchable, if you fall into the hands of this emperor, I will definitely cut you into pieces!"
The young man's roar turned into an unimaginable sound of heaven and earth. In the eyes of pairs of people who were stunned and panicked, the young man turned around and headed straight for the Void Sword Formation.
Buzz! The buzz of bait sounded, the sword formation in the void rotated, and the turbulent currents in the void surged until the young man left.
The blood fell on the white ice, splashing with blood flowers.
Only the roar of the young people echoed, and the many officers and soldiers looked blankly at the ruins at their feet.
Such a scene was slowly unfolding in many capitals of the Daqian Empire. The two sides were chasing each other, with one side leaving calmly and the other roaring angrily.
The shadow of death hangs over the hearts of everyone in the Daqian Empire, and they are deeply afraid of the arrival of the white clothes. The flying white clothes and the swimming thunder have become the representatives of the God of Death.
A rain of blood poured down in the Daqian Empire. Standing in the rain of blood, Ye Chen held a sword in his right hand and endless vitality condensed in his left hand.
The Qilin sword glowed with a faint cold light. Ye Chen looked at the dead Daqian soldiers with an indifferent expression, and traces of life overflowed from these corpses.
"My left hand condenses endless vitality, and my right hand slaughters all living creatures in the world!" Ye Chen murmured softly, turned around, looked at Wuming who was killing the "Night Demon Seal" and killed Daqian soldiers, and whispered: "Wuming, you Do you hate such killings?"
Hearing this, Wuming stopped, his dark eyes only filled with murderous intent, which made people frightened.
Wuming raised his head, pointed at the distant sky, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Tiangang is like a river, and we are all fish in the river. We work hard to backtrack, just to reach the calm bank of the Martial God River!"
"I exist to take these fish away from here!"
"So, I have never hated killing, or even fallen for it."
Before he could finish his words, the nameless impact was amidst the rain of blood. The blood-colored long bow flashed with light from time to time, and arrows that were ten feet long dodged out.
"Sometimes, killing never needs a reason, but sometimes, killing also needs a reason to make people stick to it, and even if it sinks, there will be no regrets!"
If Ye Chen had some enlightenment, the rules of killing were spread out between the swords. A famous general died in the bright sword light, and the murderous intention in Ye Chen became more and more intense.
Until the end, wherever Ye Chen passed, even the sunlight lost its temperature and became dim.
After setting off a bloody storm, Ye Chen, Wuming, and Tiandao, just like when they came, caused waves of roars and dissipated in the void sword array.
After a few breaths, a crazy roar sounded in the sky: "Zhu Zi, if you fall into the hands of this emperor, I will burn your soul and your body with ten thousand fires!"
The young man's fingers cracked and he jumped like thunder. The ruins in front of him challenged the emperor's dignity every moment. Thousands of will-o'-the-wisps rushed into the void sword array with constant roars.
In the imperial city of Yan State, a scorching sun hung high.
The majestic general trend is hovering in the sky. Looking from a distance, the sky above the imperial city is bright and golden.
Above the court, Emperor Yan Yan Ruxue wore a crown on her head and a royal robe. Her eyes were shining, and her two snow-white eyebrows were like unsheathed swords.
Under the court, all civil and military officials stood in order according to their official positions.
There was a moment of silence in the court, as a terrifying pressure spread, and layers of frost suddenly formed on the surrounding thick stone pillars.
All the civil and military officials present had serious expressions on their faces.
Emperor Yan looked around with a slightly majestic look, his snow-white eyebrows stood up in vain, and said coldly: "The Marquis of Jing went to Daqian on behalf of Yan, but now, the Marquis of Jing has fallen in the Yan Kingdom. What do you think about this matter?" view?"
His voice was as loud as the roar of thunder, and the emperor's power burst out of his body, filling the court hall, and the ministers did not dare to look directly at him.
In just a few days, the news of the fall of the Daqian Emperor and the fall of the envoys of the Yan and Zhao Kingdoms spread immediately.
And the two kingdoms of Yan and Zhao knew the whole story within the sixth time. Especially when they learned that both the Emperor of Daqian and the envoy of the Yan Kingdom died at the hands of an untouchable, the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were extremely shocked.
The huge palace echoed with Yan Ruxue's voice, which lingered for a long time.
A military general came out with a blade, rolled his eyes, and endless killing intent emerged: "Please allow my emperor to allow me to send troops. In just a few days, I will surely overwhelm hundreds of capitals and kill the lowly people." !”
Endless murderous aura filled the hall, and a chill suddenly appeared.
As soon as these words came out, many military generals responded one after another and stepped out, saying: "I am willing to go to war, flatten the country of Daqian, and kill all the lowly people!"
The death of Marquis Jing was undoubtedly a shame for the Yan Kingdom. Many generals not only wanted to vent their anger on the God of War's selection of clans, but also wanted to destroy the Daqian Empire.
With great force, patches of snow seemed to be floating above the court hall.
The murderous intent was overwhelming in the eyes of all the ministers, even the civil servants.
The finger of the sword gently tapped the dragon chair. Yan Ruxue raised one hand and pressed it down slightly. The roars in the court immediately dispersed, and all the generals bowed their heads.
Standing up, Yan Ruxue's gaze swept across the crowd and landed directly on a white-haired old man at the end of the hundred officials.
In Tiangang, the emperor's dignity is supreme, and there is only one dragon chair above the court.
However, in the Yan Kingdom, in addition to the emperor's dragon chair, there were three seats in the court hall. The old man was sitting on one of the seats. No one paid attention to him, and he paid no attention to others.
Yan Ruxue took a step forward. Regardless of the emperor's power, she bowed slightly to the old man and said, "Marquis Yin Yang, how should our country, Yan, deal with this matter?"
Marquis Yin and Yang, the old man, slowly opened his eyes. In those eyes that had been deeply buried by the vicissitudes of time, there seemed to be a glimmer of wisdom flashing through.
After hearing this, the old man stood up. Although he was already very old, he walked with a strong and vigorous step.
Bowing slightly towards Yan Ruxue, the old man slowly said: "The kingdom of Daqian is indispensable in my emperor's plan. In my humble opinion, I, Dayan, not only do not blame Yuqian, but also send troops to help. It destroys the lowly people!"
As soon as these words came out, the officials were in an uproar. If they didn't care about the old man's seniority, some military generals might ridicule him.
"Yin Yanghou's words are very much appreciated by the emperor!" Yan Ruxue nodded slightly, looked around, and finally landed on the old man, saying: "Who is worthy of this important task?"
When she said this, a trace of expectation flashed in Yan Ruxue's eyes.
Their eyes met, but the old man smiled slightly and said: "I and Prime Minister Su are both under orders from the emperor and will not participate in court affairs!"
Although she knew there would be such a reply, Yan Ruxue's eyes were still slightly dim. If Su Xiang or the Yin and Yang Marquis in front of him came out to help, he would not be able to catch Yan Ruxue by sweeping the Martial God.
Smiling slightly, the old man continued: "However, I recommend someone who can be appointed for this appointment!"
"Who!" Yan Ruxue asked.
"The father of Jinghou, Jing Ke!" the old man said.