In the Yan Kingdom, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky.
Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell in the sunshine, and a roar turned into the sound of heaven and earth, echoing out.
"The shame of the empire and the hatred of killing his son, Jing will never give up so easily!"
A bright sword rainbow affected the general trend of Yan country and headed straight to the sky.
After a few breaths, thousands more sword lights rose up, following closely behind.
Above the court, Yan Ruxue walked down, walked out of the court, stood on the high platform, watched the sword rainbows leave, and murmured: "With the strength of Jing Shahou, I want to kill those lowly people.
It shouldn’t be difficult!”
Before the words finished, a deep voice sounded from behind Yan Ruxue: "In the past, Jing Shahou retreated completely in the face of the power of Emperor Qin, let alone a lowly citizen!"
"My emperor is worrying too much!" Marquis Yin and Yang chuckled, his eyes as bright as the sun.
"Perhaps this emperor is overly worried. Jing Shahou's assassination ability is as strong as Tiangang's best!"
The snow-white sword eyebrows raised slightly, and immediately, Yan Ruxue chuckled: "Although this matter has been announced, our alliance cannot delay this matter!"
"We must not give the Martial God Continent any time to breathe. I will defeat it in one fell swoop!"
Turning around, Yan Ruxue looked at the endless sky, a chill suddenly flashed in her eyes. After saying that, Yan Ruxue walked into the palace, and the voice of Marquis Yin and Yang came from behind: "In a few months at most, the army of our alliance will gather together.
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"In a few months, I hope to see Dayan's war flags planted in every corner of the Martial God!" Yan Ruxue murmured to herself.
At the same time, in the Zhao Kingdom, over the majestic imperial palace, streaks of sword light streaked across the sky, bringing with them a sharp sound of breaking wind.
Zhao Huang and Zhao Xiao stood with their hands behind their hands, looking at the departing Beng Guang.
Behind Zhao Xiao, all the civil and military officials were present, and a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes was closest to Zhao Xiao.
"Marquis of Pingyuan, can Zhao Kuo's strength be enough to deal with this big empire issue?" Zhao Xiao said calmly, but his calm words carried a sense of supreme majesty.
Hearing this, Pingyuan Hou, a middle-aged man, bowed slightly, his eyes changed uncertainly, and finally said: "After the defeat in the Battle of Changping, Marquis Wanjun has been in seclusion for more than a hundred years. Now that he is out of seclusion, his strength must have made a breakthrough!"
"The Daqian Empire is a mess, and there is nothing we can do about it!" the middle-aged man said respectfully.
"I hope so, the Daqian Empire cannot afford to lose anything!" Zhao Xiao said with a half-smile, turned around, and walked into the palace.
All civil and military officials knelt down and shouted in unison: "Send the curtain to my emperor!"
The incident in the Daqian Empire was moving in several directions. Whether it was the top powers such as Yan and Zhao, or other countries such as Han, Wei, Qi, and Chu, some of their attention was scattered on the Daqian Empire.
The lowly people broke into Didu alone, killed the envoys of Yan and Zhao, and killed the Emperor of Daqian. This incident was enough to cause a great disturbance in Tiangang.
A few days later, the southwestern capital of the Daqian Empire.
Snow fell one after another and thousands of miles were covered with ice. This city seemed to be a dead city.
In the middle of a deserted alleyway, vivid ice sculptures stand on the long street.
The cold wind blew out, rolling up the snow on the ground. Standing on the white-capped city tower, Ye Chen, dressed in white, looked down at the vast white sky and earth.
Wuming stood behind him holding a bloody long bow, his expression extremely cold.
"Here, there is about a 50% chance of killing the Daqian Emperor!" Ye Chen said as endless vitality filled his palms.
Hearing this, Wuming looked back subconsciously and saw faint white lights rising above millions of ice sculptures.
The vitality of millions of soldiers, plus dozens of generals, surged forward, setting off huge waves in space.
Along the way, Ye Chen and Wuming destroyed dozens of capitals and killed countless generals. These vitality was extracted by Ye Chen and condensed in the palm of his hand.
"Vitality is the rule of life and death. With my current level of cultivation, the extent of the rules I can control is limited to this!"
Staring at the palm of his hand, Ye Chen murmured that if he condensed more vitality, his soul would also be rebounded, "But the vitality condensed in these days is enough to form a killing move against the Emperor Daqian!"
Whoosh! The cold wind swept across the sky, bringing with it a sense of solemnity.
This dead city is Ye Chen's second murderous intent for the Supreme Emperor.
The two of them stared at the sky and remained silent until finally, Ye Chen closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of Emperor Daqian.
A terrifying pressure is getting stronger and stronger at the end of the world, coming from the oppression of the Daqian Emperor.
Whoosh! Above the city tower, there was only a sharp sound of breaking wind in the dead silence.
"Benefactor!" At this moment, Wuming suddenly said.
Slowly opening his eyes, Ye Chen caught a glimpse of Wuming's hesitant expression, and said calmly: "What's the matter?"
"Benefactor, are you from the God of War?" When he said this, Wuming's eyes rarely flashed with a look of expectation. A few days ago, Wuming heard the words of Ye Chen and Emperor Daqian, and there was something in his heart. With this doubt.
The Martial God is an extremely sacred place for the Martial God Chosen clan living in Tiangang. Countless Martial God Chosen clans spend their entire lives just to return to the Martial God.
Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slowly. After receiving Ye Chen's confirmation, there was a rare hint of ecstasy in Wuming's light and windy eyes, and he said incoherently: "Isn't the God of War a beautiful place?"
"It's beautiful. Children can show their innocent smiles in the sun. There are no chains or slaves. People of the God of War, everyone is like a dragon!" Ye Chen said.
Holding the bloody long bow tightly, Wuming said with some yearning, "Once upon a time, my wife and daughter's greatest wish was to see every sight and thing of the God of War. In this life, I will use my eyes to see all of the God of War on their behalf!"
"Not only will you see it, but all the Martial Gods will also see it." Ye Chen chuckled.
Facing this smiling face, even though Ye Chen's tone was very calm, Wuming firmly believed in this sentence simply because it came from Ye Chen's mouth.
"My benefactor is the guardian of the God of War?" When mentioning the guardian, Wuming's eyes flashed with an extremely obvious look of admiration.
The Guardian of the Martial God, under the praise of generations, the guardian has become the patron saint of the Martial God, an existence of supreme glory.
Although they have not yet reached the level of Martial God, the warriors living in Tiangang all admire the guardians of Martial God, whether they are their ancestors or themselves.
"Guardian of the God of War?" Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the sky with flying snow, and whispered: "That's right! Once, I was just a killer who lived for today, but later, I was a guardian who lived for tomorrow. !”
"Guardians who live for tomorrow!" Wuming clasped his hands and murmured softly.
Turning around, Ye Chen looked up. In the deserted alley, the chill was rising and falling. He stared at the undulating sword tower buildings, his eyes changing uncertainly: "How many void sword arrays are there in this capital?"
"There are four in total in the directions of east, west, north and south, and the northernmost one was destroyed by us!" Wuming whispered.
"Wu Ming, if the situation changes, you should go to the Void Sword Formation immediately and escape from here!" Ye Chen said firmly.
Wuming looked startled at first, then shook his head and said, "Wuming is willing to live or die with his benefactor, and will never live an ignoble existence."
"Don't worry, even if Emperor Daqian can't be killed, he can't keep me!" Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Compared to meaningless sacrifices, you have a more important thing to do. Take the future and others and leave. Daqian Empire!"
"The Daqian Empire is a place of right and wrong after all, especially after such a big event, the attention of all countries will be focused here!" Ye Chen said seriously.
With bright eyes shining, Wuming was silent, and finally nodded helplessly.
"With the chaos in Daqian, the water in Tiangang will become more and more chaotic!" Ye Chen chuckled, killing Didu, killing the Emperor of Daqian, and the murderous intention prepared for the Emperor of Daqian in front of him seemed risky, However, in Ye Chen's opinion, everything was worth it.
Boom boom! Between the pale sky and earth, a terrifying coercion roared out, setting off a huge wave of space soldiers.
The roar was like thunder, ringing in Ye Chen's ears. Ye Chen turned around, looked at the end with a smile in his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's finally here!"