At the moment, Empress Feng Nie and Emperor Qian are riding a tiger, unable to dismount, and their expressions are ugly.
They originally thought they could overthrow a small Yanyun dynasty, but they succeeded easily.
But who would have thought that the Yanyun Dynasty would be able to get help from the Jian Dynasty.
"How is it possible? How could the Yanyun Dynasty be related to the Sword Dynasty?" Emperor Qian was shocked and puzzled.
Empress Feng Nie's face tightened, and she also couldn't believe it.
How could the Yanyun Dynasty, which did not even have a strong pseudo-sage, be related to the Sword Dynasty, which ranked first among the hundred dynasties?
Not to mention them, even Yan He, Yan Changge and others were confused.
They themselves don't know why people from the Sword Dynasty appeared to help the Yanyun Dynasty.
Even the majestic Heavenly Tribulation Saint showed up on purpose.
But what Emperor Qian and Empress Fengnie knew was that it was impossible for them to overthrow the Yanyun Dynasty today.
Even after this matter comes out, the status and influence of the Yanyun Dynasty will increase dramatically.
After all, even the Jian Dynasty came forward to defend the Yanyun Dynasty. It is conceivable that no other dynasty will dare to bully the Yanyun Dynasty in the future.
However, Empress Feng Nie would not be willing to leave just like that.
Sometimes a woman's obsession is so profound.
Seeing that Empress Feng Ni still seemed unwilling to give up, Leng Qianhen's eyes darkened slightly.
Now that he is here, he naturally wants to help Ye Guchen protect the Yanyun Dynasty.
boom!
Leng Qianhen raised his hand and pointed it as a sword without even using the divine weapon.
The terrifying sword light shot out across the sky and slashed at Empress Feng Nie.
The color of Empress Feng Nie's face changed, and she felt a sharp sword energy rushing towards her that made her suffocate.
She moved to resist, but she spit out blood and her delicate hands were cut by the sharp sword energy.
"Mother!"
Princess Feng Xi's face turned pale and she hurriedly stepped forward to stand in front of Empress Feng Nie.
Her beautiful eyes turned to Ye Guchen, because she knew that the real leader was not Leng Qianhen, but the sword leader of the Sword Dynasty.
"Lord Jiankui, I hope you will be noble and let my mother go." Princess Feng Xi bowed to Ye Guchen Yingying.
When Ye Guchen saw this, he sighed a little.
Unexpectedly, the girl who was as mysterious and noble as a fairy would show such a humble attitude.
This is the transformation brought about by status.
However, considering that he had some friendship with Princess Feng Xi in the past, Ye Guchen would not kill her.
Ye Guchen directly sent a message to Leng Qianhen.
Leng Qianhen nodded lightly, then turned to say: "You go, but remember, you are not allowed to step into the territory of the Yanyun Dynasty in the future, otherwise..."
Leng Qianhen didn't finish his words, but everyone present knew the consequences.
When the Supreme Emperor Yanhe heard this, his old face twitched slightly with excitement.
This sentence is the best guarantee for the safety of the Yanyun Dynasty.
After all, the person who said these words was a true saint.
Empress Feng Nie also gave up completely, knowing that she would never have a chance again.
Emperor Qian took a deep breath, with resentment hidden in his eyes.
"What, you're not convinced?" Leng Qianhen noticed Qianhuang's eyes and his tone was slightly cold.
"No... of course not..." Emperor Qian bowed his head, lowered his posture, and clenched his teeth.
The four heavenly guards were beheaded, and one of his arms was cut off.
As a powerful false saint and the emperor of Daqian, he has never suffered such humiliation.
But he couldn't take revenge yet, and even had to bow his head and admit defeat.
One can imagine how furious Emperor Qian was.
"It's all that swordsman..." Emperor Qian felt cold in his heart.
"If not, get out of here!" Leng Qianhen scolded him, and the heaven and earth shook. Millions of soldiers retreated in unison, their faces pale, and all their fighting spirit had long since been drained away.
Finally, the armies of the Daqian Dynasty and Fengni Dynasty retreated like the tide.
Emperor Qian and Empress Fengnie had no choice but to leave.
A mighty war to destroy the country ended in such a dramatic form.
Even everyone in the Yanyun royal family still has a dream-like illusion.
They were all prepared to die, but they didn't expect this change to happen.
But they all know that the reason why the Yanyun Dynasty can survive is all because of the sword leader.
Thinking of this, the eyes of everyone including Yan He, Yan Changge, Yan Beilin, Yan Wushuang and others all fell on the figure standing in the sky.
"I would like to thank Guyun Sword Master and Sword Dynasty Sword Master for their help!" Yan He raised his hand towards Ye Guchen.
Yan Wushuang also bowed to Ye Guchen.
Ye Guchen nodded lightly and said nothing more.
Now is not the time to reveal your identity and reunite.
Yan Changge said: "I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite Guyun Sword Master and Sword Chief to gather together, so that we, the Yanyun Dynasty, can express our gratitude."
Leng Qianhen shook his head lightly and said, "Then there's no need."
He didn't like the excitement, so this time he took action because of Ye Guchen's face.
He actually has nothing to do with the Yanyun Dynasty.
Everyone in the Yanyun Dynasty also knew that Leng Qianhen could not be related to them.
Then the only possibility is the sword leader.
But what everyone in Yanyun is puzzled about is, what relationship does the dignified Sword King of the Sword Dynasty have with the Yanyun Dynasty?
Many people looked at Mu Xingzhu and thought it might be because of Mu Xingzhu's relationship.
Mu Xingzhu didn't say much because Ye Guchen had warned her not to say anything.
Next, Ye Guchen turned around and left without saying a word or a word.
Just like when he came, he was casual and free, not demanding any favors in return, nor did he ask the Yanyun Dynasty for anything in return.
"Tsk, tsk, you are worthy of being the swordsman of the First Dynasty. With the sound of a piano, he can drive back millions of soldiers. He can come and go as he pleases. With such magnanimity, how many of the younger generation can compare with him?"
Everyone in Yandu was filled with sighs.
In the next few days, Yandu decorated the city with lanterns and colorful decorations to celebrate.
Mu Xingzhu also became a real guest and received the best courtesy.
At night, outside the bustling palace in Yandu, Yan Wushuang walked out of the banquet with her long and round legs to relax.
The experiences of the past few days have been quite ups and downs for her.
At this time, Yan Wushuang suddenly felt that there seemed to be eyes watching her.
Her jade legs took a step forward, and her lotus steps flashed forward.
"Who is it!"
Yan Wushuang shouted, and she saw a figure standing on a rockery in front of her.
Wearing a black robe, black hair fluttering in the night wind, and a mask with a grimace that looks like crying and laughing at the same time.
Yan Wushuang's delicate body suddenly stopped as if struck by lightning.
"Have you been watching me in the dark these past few days?" Yan Wushuang's heart suddenly trembled.
She didn't expect that the sword leader of the Sword Dynasty would pay attention to her in the dark.
The figure was silent and said not a word.
Yan Wushuang's nervous breathing seemed to stop, because that figure seemed to be somewhat similar to the person she dreamed of.
"Is it...you?" Yan Wushuang's eyes were slightly hazy with tears, and the scene before her eyes seemed blurry.
The figure didn't say a word, and disappeared into the night sky with a flash of footsteps.
Yan Wushuang's delicate body trembled slightly, and she sat slumped on the spot, feeling lost.
On the other side, above the moonlit sky with sparse stars, Ye Guchen slowly took off the grimace mask on his face.
A clear and handsome face, illuminated by the moonlight, looked a bit sad.