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The millions of soldiers in the Great Yan Empire were silent for a moment, and only for a moment. When the wind and snow were as cool as before, there was a deep shout that echoed in the sky and beyond.

The millions of soldiers behind Yan Nanfei all roared in a deep voice. Such a formation and millions of iron armor breathed at the same moment, causing the wind and snow between the world to suddenly become.

The wind is getting tighter.

Yan Nanfei's smile became stronger and stronger in the corner of his eyes.

Xueer's aura became more and more fierce.

The snow cleared and the colder it became even colder.

So the messy snowflakes fell and began to turn into ice on the cold and dazzling sword body, and ice icicles grew wildly along the sword body.

The ice is as bright as a mirror, as if it reflects Jun Zeyu's expressionless face.

As a military advisor of the Allied Army in the Qizhou Region, Jun Zeyu, who was responsible for the march of millions of allied troops, naturally showed no relief at this time.

The first battle is big or small.

In the smallest, the Allied Army in the Qizhou Region lost a good general, while in the largeest, the morale of the army was shaken and the morale fell into a sluggish state. Even Jun Zeyu would have expected that the family behind the Ten Guards might hold a grudge against him because of this.

Of course he wouldn't care about these trivial matters.

He only cares about the outcome of the Battle of Decision.

He only cares about the results. As for how many thorns and bumps there are on the road to Kangzhuang Avenue, it has nothing to do with him.

Because he doesn't need to go to the last time himself.

With the enemy in front of him, I believe that no party in the Qizhou region will deviate from the alliance due to personal gains and losses. Even if he has grudges, he can only settle the accounts after the fall.

What's more, spring is just beginning today, and Jun Zeyu is thinking about autumn, it's still early...

Jun Zeyu did not issue an order because an old figure walked out from the group of masters from the Qizhou family in the Allied forces.

He recognized the figure.

That was an old servant who was sent by the Ten Guards by the Ten Guards.

For the ten guards of the concubines, the old servants actually have little emotion or loyalty, because in a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the family's eyeliner next to the concubines.

Now that the ten guards died in the first battle, the old servant walked out with crutches, thinking that no matter what he said, he should ask for an explanation or save some face.

Whether it is the Allied Army of the Qizhou Region or the Ten Guards Family!

Hu Fenghan, a sterile old servant in the snow covered his handkerchief and coughed for a while. He stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into his sleeve and gently raised his eyes.

They were green and weird eyes.

"What a snow-breaking thing! The ranking of the 21st divine weapon seems to have buried its reputation."

The old servant's voice was a little hoarse.

It seemed that it was blown away by the wind as soon as it exited, and it was inaudible.

Fortunately, Xueer's hearing is excellent, not only her hearing, but her five senses are extremely sensitive after the disaster.

Xueer looked at the old man staggering in the wind and snow.

From that inconspicuous twist to the hoarse voice, Xueer, who was the one who came, held a sword as a tribute: "I have seen the old man."

The old servant was slightly surprised: "The princess knows the old slave?"

"If you talk about seniority, Xueer should call her husband and uncle."

The head of the Han family under the thirteen royal family under the Imperial Alliance had a clan brother Han Wenxuan who was born with leg problems. He was disabled since childhood and was weak and sick. When his peers were being trained by the family carefully, Han Wenxuan could only sit alone and silently.

Study hard.

He was unwilling to bow to the unfair fate.

When he was fifteen years old, the weak scholar Han Wenxuan went to study with all his illnesses. He went to Bodhi Academy and begged President Zhuang to cure his illness.

From then on, Han Wenxuan lived in the academy for 50 years.

He made grass on the mountain to make a hut.

In addition to discussing the condition with Dean Zhuang all day long, he studied with the students of the Six-character School of the Academy.

President Zhuang never took him to his subordinates, but years of exchanges in his illness made them a turn of the past year. Han Wenxuan even served as a lecturer in the Academy's Liuzimen Sect for a while.

In his seventies, Han Wenxuan, who had just recovered from his injuries, returned to his family.

I thought I could inherit the position of the head of the Han family based on the skills I learned from the academy, but I didn't expect that I would end up being expelled by the clavicle of the pipa.

Korean propaganda has disappeared since then.

Before the Battle of Dingding, Xueer spent a night to cross the Qizhou family from the head to the slaves. The masters recorded in the genealogy of the Seven Major Family Family were carefully examined and found that Han Wenxuan's whereabouts were found.

Han Wenxuan, an old servant who had been in the spring and autumn, sighed and said, "It's just a cripple who is half-tied. How can the old slave afford the princess's title of honor and uncle?"

Xueer didn't say anything.

She saw that the old servant Han Wenxuan was still moving forward.

Today, the Great Yan Empire and the Allied Forces of the Qizhou Region have decided to fight, so naturally nostalgia will be chosen at this time in front of the two armies.

What's more, she has nothing to say about this ill-fated old servant.

After Xueer injured the lives of the Ten Guards, Han Wenxuan, who is now a slave to the Ten Guards family, came out of the battle at this time. How obvious is his intention? Xueer couldn't help but remind him: "You are not my opponent."

Han Wenxuan has the cultivation level of the lower realm of the transformation of disasters. If it were before, Xueer would naturally not have violated the superiors. However, for Princess Ningxue, who had gathered the fortune of the Dayan Empire and transformed into disasters in three steps, the whole world would be eliminated.

Apart from the saint and the ten-day manifestation of the saint, there are no people in her eyes who can be called opponents.

It was just a kind reminder that Xueer's words were not emotional.

But when it comes to others' ears, you can always taste such flavors, such as provoking, warning, humiliating, or arrogant.

No matter which taste, it is enough to make people angry.

The old servant Han Wenxuan couldn't tell whether he was angry.

He no longer moves forward.

He stopped.

A crack on the earth spread rapidly from the inconspicuous cranium and continued to Xueer's feet.

Xue'er's feet were deeply engulfed.

There was a sound of shattering, and dust and smoke were everywhere around Xueer's red robe.

The sudden change shocked Yan Nanfei and many powerful cavalrymen retreated in fear. It turned out that Han Wenxuan had already taken action.

There is a knife hidden in the crook.

The knife was pulled up and then cut it down.

A giant thirty-foot-long sword slashed down towards Xueer's head. Under the blade was the thin and thin red robe with a sword to resist it.

Xueer's slender jade arms, which were faintly visible in the dust and the wind and snow, were a little sore.

The knife was so fast that she couldn't see clearly.

This sword was also extremely fierce. The thirty-foot sword energy slashed down like a mountain pressing on the head, making people unable to move.

Listening to the sound of dry coughs, Xueer thought that this was the strength that had been immersed in the lower realm of the disaster for a long time?

It is indeed terrible for the millions of soldiers of the Great Yan Empire! It is even undeniable that even the Great Liusha of the Imperial Alliance may not be able to escape without any damage under this knife!

But then again, for her Princess Ningxue, that's all.

Xueer, who had a slightly frown on her eyebrows, exuded a bone-thrusting cold air all over her body.

This cold air visible to the naked eye is like frost, eroding the dust and wind and snow floating in the surrounding space bit by bit. The cold air spreads incredibly. Wherever it spreads, the dust and wind and snow all turn into milky white cold frost condenses.

In the air.

The cold air climbed up the giant sword aura and invaded along the blade body that was uncertain. The speed was extremely fast. Whether it was the earth under your feet or the surrounding space, it was frozen by the frost at a terrible speed...