A hint of fish-belly white had just appeared in the eastern sky, and the low and distant sound of the horn slowly sounded in Luoxia City.
In the courtyard, Ye Wushuang slowly opened his eyes after bathing and changing clothes.
Dressed in an elegant green shirt, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were filled with an icy cold aura of killing and decisiveness.
Outside the courtyard, many generals stood with swords in their hands, each with solemn expressions.
Looking at the flickering sky, Ye Wushuang murmured softly: "The war is coming!"
"According to the order of the messenger, the Blood Prison Army and the Knights in Shining Armor are ready to prepare according to the layout made a few days ago!"
Ye Wushuang walked out of the courtyard with a low, hoarse voice that was undeniably domineering, and several lieutenants immediately made way for him.
A towering chariot hovered high in the sky, and a thousand-foot-long dragon roared.
Ye Wushuang turned over and jumped onto the carriage, looking down at the undulating buildings of the Sword Palace. Many past events flooded into his mind, including the complicated trivial matters, the scene when he first met Ye Chen in the martial arts hall, and he became the elder of the Ye family.
The scenes of the Prime Minister of the Empire pointing out the country are unforgettable for Ye Wushuang in his life. Finally, the screen freezes on the figure of Shengxue in white clothes: "Master, in the past, Wushuang guarded this city. Today, Wushuang also defends this city."
, if it dies, Wushuang will also die!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wushuang turned around, and the chariot underneath him galloped out like lightning, heading towards the city tower. Behind him, generals in clothes and armor followed like shadows, as Ye Wushuang moved forward mightily.
go.
Woohoo! Almost at the same time, in the Luoxia Imperial Capital, the continuous sound of horns sounded.
The soldiers who had slept soundly all night poured out of the tent in groups, dressed in zip ties, and swept towards the tower.
Looking at the past, this densely packed army was like a tidal wave, unhurried and unhurried. Every time they took a step, the entire Luoxia City was shaking crazily, and the mountains were shaking.
In the lonely courtyard, snowflakes were flying.
The prince stood up slowly. On the chessboard placed in front of him, the chessboard was in disarray.
"Ribo!" the prince whispered, his deep voice seeming a little weak in the strong wind.
"Cough!" A cough sounded outside the courtyard. The pale-faced Rizhao stood quietly in the wind and snow, his piercing eyes falling on the prince.
"How are you preparing?" the prince asked without raising his head.
"If the armies of the Six Nations enter Luoxia City, the entire city's sword array will be activated immediately, turning it into a dead city in an instant!" Rizhao said calmly, murderous intent gradually flashing in his black eyes.
"Is there no news from Qin State yet?" The prince raised his head and looked at the receding night. There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"All the spies of the God of War have been eradicated by the Black Ice Platform, and no news has been received!"
"However, I'm afraid Ying Zheng has already led his army to the Martial God!" Ri Bo's voice was heavy, and the blade in his sleeves glowed with a faint cold light, flickering: "Is Qin really going to attack the Martial God?"
Hearing this, the prince's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of bitterness flashed across his charming handsome face. He nodded slowly: "To unify the world, this is Qin's goal!"
"What about your chosen clan?" Rizhao's voice was colder than the cold wind, and even had a hint of chilling.
"My choice?" The prince slowly raised his right hand, holding the falling snow. He said calmly: "Rizhao, the stupidest thing in the world is to insist on something you shouldn't insist on, and give up on something you shouldn't give up!"
After a pause, the prince said with a firm tone: "The blood of the God of War flows in my body. God gave me a pair of black eyes, so I will use these eyes to look for that ray of light in the dim starry sky.
Starlight!”
A smile curled up at the corners of his thin lips. Rizhe coughed several times, turned around, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
In another courtyard, a lonely tombstone faced the rustling autumn wind, and the dark sword light flashed between the light and dark sky.
His hair was as white as frost, and Mu Chen's eyes were empty. A storm was coming, but he kept repeating the same actions he had done for ten years, drawing his sword, drawing out his sword, and sheathing his sword.
A few meters away, Qian Chuanxue held the pink and jade-carved Ye Xin in her arms, looking at the eastern sky with a calm face. Ye Xin in her arms was sleeping soundly, with a faint smile on her fragile little face, and occasionally passed her voice.
She murmured in her sleep: "Don't be afraid, Xin'er, daddy is coming back!"
"There are some things that we can bear, so why let her bear it!" Feng roared, and the dark sword light disappeared in vain. Mu Chen, who was holding the sword, turned around, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind.
, but his empty eyes were staring straight at Ye Xin, with a rare doting look in his eyes.
Hearing this, Qianchuan Xue glanced at Mu Chen and said calmly: "Because she is his child. Other children cannot smile carefree in the sun. Why should she live in a fairy tale world?"
"If Xiao Xin'er makes any mistake, he will hate you forever!" Mu Chen's words were always so direct and never beat around the bush.
A faint trace of sadness knitted her eyebrows, Qianchuan Xue was silent for a few breaths, "If he hadn't come back, Xin'er and I would have hated him forever!"
"If Wushuang's plan fails and Martial God falls, I will take Xin'er away without hesitation!" Mu Chen turned around and continued to dance with his sword, "This is his only flesh and blood, and I will kill anyone who stops me!"
"You take Xin'er away, what about her?" Qianchuan Xue glanced at the several lonely tombstones from the corner of her eye. One of the tombstones was surrounded by withered lilacs swaying feebly in the wind.
"Xin'er is more important!" Mu Chen said calmly.
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At Luoxia City Tower, the Blood Prison Cavalry surged out in an endless stream.
In the gray sky and earth, it was like a torrent of blood. Wherever it passed, a sense of murder filled the air.
The silver-armored cavalry gathered among them, and all the troops came out.
After leaving the city gate, the army slowly spread out to both sides, shooting out with devastating force, and a biting and cold aura of murder suddenly filled the wilderness.
Standing on the tower, Ye Wushuang looked down at the extremely rigorous formation and said slowly: "Front Arrow Formation!"
Frontal Arrow Formation! The lieutenants standing behind all had surprised looks on their faces. This Frontal Arrow Formation is the most commonly used attack formation. Now, the armies of the Six Nations are sweeping in. Do we want to take the initiative to attack?
Although there was hesitation in their hearts, several lieutenants still passed on the order.
Boom! The mighty Blood Prison Cavalry was divided into two sides. Looking at it, it looked like a huge arrow shot out. Wherever the arrow pointed, the heaven and earth shook violently.
The fierce light was revealed, and countless iron cavalry clenched the spears in their hands, staring at the eastern sky with cold eyes.
Whoosh! The cold wind swept across the sky and earth, roaring, and the whole world fell silent. Ye Wushuang closed his eyes slightly, as if waiting for something.
Whoosh! A sharp sound of breaking wind roared in the sky, and figures filled with powerful auras flew over the city tower. These figures were all injured, but still filled with majestic pressure, just like injured beasts.
Guardians of the Martial God, come together!
Huo Qilin, Xing Tian, Chi You and others came out of the air, and bone-chilling murderous intent filled their hearts.
"Seniors!" Ye Wushuang opened his eyes and bowed slightly to everyone. If it were not for these mainstays of the Martial Gods, Ye Wushuang would not be able to resist the armies of the Six Kingdoms for two years even if he had every plan.
"Wushuang, there is bad news!" Huo Qilin said with a heavy tone.
"Any news about the Eighth Route Army?" Ye Wu's pupils shrank unnoticeably. Although he felt uneasy, his expression remained calm.
Huo Qilin nodded secretly. Today, Ye Wushuang is unfazed by favors and humiliations, and his cultivation and connotation ability are no less than Tiangang's eternal reputation: "At least five armies were ambushed by the enemy!"
"Five-way army!" Ye Wushuang's heart sank slightly. Without the five-way army, the power of the Bagua Diagram would be greatly reduced. "I still underestimated the heroes of Tiangang. Is there really no hope for the God of War?"
Ye Wushuang murmured to himself, and in a daze, the figure of Shengxue in white could not help but appear in his mind, and his dim eyes became bright again: "It will never be a dead end, as long as the faith is there, the miracle will be there.
Underfoot!"
Boom! At this moment, at the end of the eastern sky, the deafening sound of gold and iron horses suddenly sounded, and the mountains shook and the earth shook...