The energy exploded, as loud as thunder, it was the roar of the divine arm crossbow.
Outside the mountain pass, on the huge snowfield, stumps of limbs and broken arms were flying, flesh and blood and mud seemed to be splashing, and there were sounds of killing everywhere.
Starting from the cold and tall city gate, the huge battlefield spread to the snowfields more than ten miles away.
The two sides, with more than 200,000 people, were fighting madly, with flags flying, swords clashing, fighting shaking, and beacon smoke filling the air.
Roar, roar, howl...
Wail, wail, cry...
Stumps, internal organs, heads...
This is the most cruel picture in the world, with the lives of 200,000 people as the pen and countless flesh and blood as the ink.
Incomparably cruel!
"kill!"
Large pieces of blood spattered, and dozens, hundreds, and thousands of lives were lost amid bursts of hoarseness.
"kill!"
"Come in!"
"Kill all these despicable Akitos!"
…
The cry of killing in his ears made Haqi's heart surge. His eyes turned red, and the sword penetrated the enemy's body fiercely.
At the same time, the surge of heat drove away the fatigue in his body and greatly enhanced his strength!
[Cut the way to seize heaven, kill seven to get one, kill all kinds of things to serve heaven!]
"This is the power of God!"
Ha Qi murmured in his heart, his eyes were ferocious, becoming more and more bloodthirsty. The fierce Akito in front of him seemed no longer so scary.
Boom!
A huge roar resounded.
Ha Qi suddenly lowered his body to avoid the slashing swords and spears. At the same time, he glanced at the huge city gate and saw the huge city gate suddenly opened.
The Baizhou Jingqi, who had been like a nightmare in months of fighting, rushed out again!
The person in charge, holding a spear and shouting like thunder, was none other than the general here, Fang Zhenghao!
boom!
The fine cavalry charged, penetrated the battlefield, and met the naked wolf cavalry in the ice and snow.
One wave, two waves...
The confrontation between the two cavalry brought this fierce siege battle to its end.
At dusk, the two sides finally called for gold and retreated their troops.
At this time, everything inside and outside the city gate was in a mess, with gunpowder smoke everywhere and corpses everywhere...
"The three heroes of Long Yuan are indeed worthy of their reputation."
The snow-white fox fur is not stained by dust. The handsome young man has his hands folded in front of his chest, and a bloodthirsty light flashes in his eyes.
The Golden Tent is composed of eight major tribes under the Eight Sacred Mountains, dominated by the Great Khan and the left and right Khan kings.
He is none other than Nashabi, the son of King Zuohan Nayudu, a leader among the young generation of the Golden Horde.
"Of the three Longyuan states, Baizhou is the strongest. Young Master uses this as a breakthrough point. Is there something..."
The old man holding a snake staff walked slowly over.
His nose is high, his eye sockets are deep, his eyes are green, and his whole body is full of the aura that no strangers should enter.
When the Sirius masters around him saw him, they all retreated and were very afraid.
"Mr. Wanyan doesn't know something. Although Baizhou is the strongest among the three states, the leader of Baizhou, Fang Zhenghao, once had a betrayal. Apart from Baizhou, he has no other foreign aid..."
Na Shabi respected the old man in front of him very much:
"If we take this pass, we can drive straight in and take Longyuan, the two northwest routes. If we take these two places, there will be no barrier in the Central Plains..."
"It is not easy to win this level. That Fang Zhenghao has extremely high martial arts skills and is good at military situation. In the last battle, the three of us tried our best, but he still seriously injured two of them. We retreated calmly..."
The speaker was a bare-chested, fierce man who was nine feet tall and was holding a mace.
His name is 'Nasha Kuang', he is a great master who can open the mysterious entrance. He is very skilled, not afraid of swords, water and fire, and he is also born with supernatural powers.
Without the blessing of true energy, he can subdue twelve dragons and horses with one hand. He is a famous strongman in the royal court.
"Mr. Wanyan is an expert on the list of mountains and rivers. If he takes action, what does it matter to just Fang Zhenghao?"
Nasha Bi smiled faintly.
The old man named ‘Wan Yankeng’ held a snake staff in his hand and nodded slightly:
"That's natural."
…
boom!
The spear was raised, smashing the boulder carrying the evil wind into powder. Fang Zhenghao, whose armor was completely red, returned to the city wall with an evil aura so strong that it could not be dispelled.
"Load the arrow!"
The sound wave of the true energy echoed inside and outside the city gate, and it was extremely clear within ten miles:
"They are not allowed to collect the corpses. If any alien comes near, the divine arm crossbow will fire a thousand arrows!"
In the afterglow of dusk, Fang Zhenghao's eyes were extremely cold. As the sound waves reverberated, the alien slaves who were approaching to collect the corpses retreated one after another, fearing to step forward in panic.
"Go out of the city and collect the corpses for the soldiers."
Feng Junzi did not know when he appeared on the city wall, ordered the soldiers guarding the city to go out to collect the corpses, and also looked at Fang Zhenghao.
"It's cold at this time, and the accumulation of corpses is not afraid of causing a major epidemic, but if they are taken back..."
Fang Zhenghao sneered:
"They don't eat people every day or two!"
Feng Junzi frowned slightly and did not dwell on the matter:
"Although the number of Sirius men who attacked this time exceeds 300,000, the elite among them seem to be only a few thousand wolf riders..."
"Two consecutive years of heavy snowfall have made life difficult for us, let alone these foreign races."
Fang Zhenghao looked indifferent:
"These are mostly ordinary tribes under the Black Mountain. Although there are 300,000 of them, it is impossible for them to get down to our barrier.
However, if the war breaks out, the Golden Court will definitely react. Within two or three years, a war will inevitably break out. No one can stop it!"
Once war begins, it cannot be controlled by human will.
He knew this very well.
Therefore, even though most of the soldiers outside the city were old and weak, he did not dare to take it lightly and kept his armor on day and night.
"Baizhou alone can never stop Tianlang from going south..."
Feng Junzi sighed.
"That's why I want to capture Long Yuan, but unfortunately... who?!"
Before he finished his sentence, Fang Zhenghao's body was already filled with hot blood, and his cold eyes scanned the surroundings, but nothing strange was seen.
However, he vaguely sensed an unknown energy spying on him...
"Supernatural power?!"
…
…
White, cloud, green...
Emperor Qianheng's thoughts changed three times, and the broken pages of the book on the ground, which were like a sand table, also changed three times, and finally returned to the landscape here.
"It turned out to be just some small tribe soldiers..."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Emperor Qianheng thought:
"Zhuo Ligetu is not a man of great talent and strategy. During this storm, there are probably many hidden dangers in the country. Allowing the mob to go south at this time may also be an opportunity to ease domestic pressure..."
"Your Majesty must not be careless about the ambitions of alien wolves!"
In the shadows, the voice came out again.
"You've been talking too much these days."
Emperor Qianheng's eyes darkened slightly:
"You have some means, but in the end you are just a warrior. You don't understand the way of governing a country, and you don't understand war even more..."
War is a means to maintain rule.
Even before he ascended the throne, he understood this deeply. He had gone through all the wars in the past dynasties and it was like this.
There were many hidden dangers in the country and a war was launched.
Domestic dissatisfaction boiled and a war was launched.
You don't have to win a war, losing can also relieve stress.
If this happens, there will be many conflicts in Tianlang's territory due to snowstorms every year, resources will be reduced sharply, and all tribes will be dissatisfied.
Then, going south may be a high probability event.
If you win, you can go straight ahead, but if you lose, you can also reduce the damage caused by snow disasters...
"Perhaps, I can also..."
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…
After the New Year, it has not snowed for a long time. Although the weather is already cold, it seems that it is not as big a snow disaster as last year.
When Yu Fengxian crossed the wind and snow to the northwest road, although the frost was still there, she could already faintly smell the breath of spring.
Under the ice, there is already some life brewing.
Phew!
Suddenly, the Great Cloud Eagle let out a sharp scream, and Yu Fengxian suddenly came to his senses and saw a golden flying eagle flapping its wings in the strong wind.
A man with a height of about eight feet and a majestic air stands on the back of an eagle.
"Great master!"
Yu Fengxian felt a chill in her heart.
More than ten miles away, the big man's eyes burned her sight like a real flame.
Martial Saint?!
When this thought came to her mind, a voice came from the wind:
"Qinglong Yanyue Sword?"
Nie Longtian stared at it and saw the familiar broadsword. He had just used it with a cold expression and his tone was a little gentler:
"It turns out to be the princess..."
The flying eagle was approaching, and the Great Cloud Eagle was extremely nervous. It kept screaming and smelled an extremely terrifying aura.
"Martial Saint...six gates, Nie Longtian!"
At this time, Yu Fengxian also came to his senses and recognized the identity of the person in front of him.
The only Martial Saint who had been promoted in the past twenty years, she had naturally heard of his name.
"The princess is not in Longyuan, why are you coming to the northwest?"
Nie Longtian narrowed his eyes.
Yu Fengxian's understanding of the Undefeated Tiangang has already caused a sensation in the world. It is said that even Zhang Xuanba, King Zhao of Xifu, sent people to send his insights to Longyuan Road.
He is in charge of six doors, how could he not know that?
"I don't need to report to you where I am going! Or is it that the Six Sects are now so powerful that they can already control the royal family?"
Yu Fengxian held the knife in his hand and spoke without any pretense.
"Of course not."
Nie Longtian raised his brows, then calmed down. He glanced at the Great Cloud Eagle with his peripheral vision and found nothing unusual, so he had to get out of the way.
Yu Fengxian was not polite. He slapped the big cloud eagle and headed towards the northwest Daocheng. The latter was left with a slight frown on his face, thinking about something.
"The aura of the Martial Saint is really powerful!"
Even though they were far away, Yu Fengxian's heartbeat was still pounding. Of course she wasn't afraid, but the gap between them was so big that she couldn't help but feel wary.
"It is said that Yang Prison has fought against him? We haven't seen each other for a few years. Is it possible that he has made another breakthrough?"
Yu Fengxian's hands were a little itchy.
She had wanted to fight with Yang Yu many times, but she had never been able to do so. At this moment, she suddenly had the idea of fighting in her heart.
Huhu~
Within a hundred miles of the northwest Taoist city, Yang Yu could see through it. When he noticed Yu Fengxian's arrival, he immediately put away the few taels of gold essence he had refined and went outside the city to greet him.
Seeing the Big Cloud Eagle in the distance, he couldn't help but smile. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a soft drink coming from the wind:
"Yang Yu, have you ever seen the palm technique falling from the sky?!"
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