Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 440 [In the capital of Beimang, ten thousand swords return to the ancestors] (not to be missed)

Xu Qianqiu ignored the screams of the [-] Imperial Army, and even turned a blind eye to the dozens of fake first-grade masters.

Stand in the air.

He looked at the Empress, raised his brows slightly, and said with a smile:
"I came today to make a deal with Your Majesty."

"Oh? Let me hear it."

"When the commander went south, he abandoned Bei Liang and chose to march on the western front guarded by Gu Jiantang.

At that time, Bei Liang will not intervene, how? "

The night wind blew, and the imperial robe danced.

The ancient empress has her own majesty.

"What if I don't agree?"

Xu Qianqiu was slightly angry.

Empress, seems to be despising herself.

Demeanor, tone, as if looking at a child.

Contempt, there is a price to pay.

When he came alone for dinner, Xu Qianqiu never thought that the Empress could agree to her transaction.

That being the case, it can only be...

"Li Chungang has a sword that can open the gate of heaven."

"Deng Tai'a has a sword that can kill immortals in the sky."

"I, Xu Qianqiu, also have a sword, and ask the Empress to witness!"

The two fingers, which had not been together for a long time, merged into one again.

"Sword come!"

A sword came, and the sound resounded through the sky.

The vast grassland night is doomed to sleepless tonight.

The word "Jianlai" is deafening, as if ringing in the ear.

It was a dark night, and dark clouds shrouded it.

In an instant, the sky brightened.

Countless stars shine in them.

Thunder and lightning, the sound of splitting, five thunders hit the top.

Thunder and lightning.

The wind howls.

On the grassland, countless tents, dragged by the whole family, still flew into the distance and disappeared.

Thatched hut, uprooted.

In the endless grassland, on the ground, a root of green grass broke out of the ground and flew into the night sky.

A piece of grass is a sword!

Grassland, the most indispensable thing is green grass.

In the blink of an eye, the night sky was densely packed with flying grass.

Sword Intent enveloped half of the grassland.

Five states are involved.

The grassland on the ground was stripped away and flew into the air.

A steady stream, mighty and mighty, gathered towards the Beimang Royal Court.

Orderly and not chaotic.

Arranged by stars.

With the power of the grassland, the power of the stars, and the sword intent of the enlightened heart.

Where the heart is, where the sword is.

Borrow a sword for thousands of miles!

Non-prairie grass, all turned into flying swords.

It is the weapon in the hands of the warrior, whether it is a sword, a sword, a sword, or a sword.

The [-] forbidden troops, with weapons in their hands, let out their hands and flew into the air.

Densely dense, the sword points to the Empress.

this moment.

[-] soldiers, no one shouted to kill.

No one shouted for an escort.

A blade of grass is a sword.

In the sky of the Royal Court of Beimang, the flying sword covered layers upon layers of sword intent.

I don't know how many flying swords.

How many layers are accumulated.

Looking up, the night sky was nowhere to be seen.

The thunder and lightning in my ears were also much weaker.

It is not that the lightning is weakened, but the sound is blocked by layers of flying swords.

[-] soldiers, the people of Kyoto.

Everyone, walk out of the house and look up into the air.

Then, stand stunned on the spot.

The back is endlessly cold.

Teeth chattering and his face pale.

At this moment, the mainland was shocked.

In Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi stood at the head of the city, looked north, and was silent for a long time.

On the top of the mountain, beside the bonfire, the sword god Li Chungang stood up.

Broken sleeves swayed in the wind.

Mouth whispered, full of disbelief.

"how can that be!"

Overseas fairy mountains.

Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, holding half a peach blossom in his hand, frowned.

The top fifty in the world's martial arts list, at this moment, no matter where you are, you all feel something.

Stop what you're doing, or wake up from a dream and look north.

The world's warriors are surging in their hearts.

The starry sky in the world is not blocked by flying swords.

But it can be seen that the power of luck has been stripped away.

All parties are talented and different, and they do their best, hoping to stop one or two.

But all in vain.

A small stream somewhere in the Beimang grassland.

Huang Sanjia held the grilled fish in his hand and looked up into the air.

As far as the naked eye can see, it is the flying sword of grass.

The grass under my feet, one by one, broke out of the ground.

The old man reached out and held one.

In an instant, a trace of blood appeared on the finger.

"What a brutal killing method!"

"Everyone said that Deng Tai'a practiced swords only to kill people. What I saw today, you practice swords, is also a sword for murder."

"Just, is there really such a sword intent in this world?"

"The power of the stars?"

Huang Sanjia, the devil who disturbed the Spring and Autumn Period, pinched his fingers.

The more he counted, the deeper his brows furrowed.

Helplessly sighed: "This realm has surpassed the land gods!"

The voice fell, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He said to himself, "After all, I'm getting old, and I can't even bear this bit of backlash."

"This battle, from now on, I am afraid that the entire Beimang Jianghu will have a psychological shadow and become an obstacle to everyone's cultivation."

I took a bite of the fish and sat down.

Sudden pain.

Looking down, looking under the buttocks, there is nothing but dirt.

There is not a single piece of grass to pad the buttocks.

The devil Huang Sanjia finally burst out.

Dunhuang City.

above the city wall.

Sweet Potato looked up at the sky.

In the eyes, full of love and endless pride.

Then, jumped off the city head, came to the grassland, quickly pulled the weeds, and scattered them into the night sky...

On the other side, Luoyang in white quietly looked at the city lord with the grass below, showing a smile that was uglier than crying.

After the Battle of the Icefields, she was seriously wounded and had no more than a year to live.

but never thought...

To save her, he turned white overnight.

Tonight, alone again, I went to the capital of Beimang Royal Court.

Looking at the sword of green grass that was constantly flying in front of her, she smiled.

I picked off the leaves next to it and sprinkled it into the night sky.

I looked left and right, and saw that no one noticed me, so I picked another handful.

kill!

The voice of hell finally came.

Countless flying swords, densely packed and overwhelming, shot down.

At this moment, those masters who are hidden in the world are no longer hidden.

They all took action to protect themselves.

As far as the flying sword came, the [-] imperial troops splattered blood in the palace.

The palace building is riddled with holes.

Then collapsed.

The capital was in ruins.

Corpses are everywhere.

Introduced by internal strength, it is killed by the sword.

Ordinary people who have no inner strength can be safe and sound.

That night, in the Kyoto martial arts, all those with inner strength were washed with blood.

Under the overwhelming sky and the earth, there are less than one person in the rivers and lakes who can survive.

Dozens of fake first-rank masters died one by one for the empress.

Save your life.

One fell, the other carried on.

On the sea of ​​​​blood corpse, this is the case.

The grass flying sword in the sky does not seem to decrease.

never run out.

The person who stood floating in the air, with a sword coming, turned into a killing god at this moment.

Slaughter the capital.

Thousands of years later, when the people of the grasslands opened the history books, they still felt chills on their backs.

The mainland has been unified for thousands of years, and the barbarians of the grasslands have no objection when they open the history books.

This night, the historical records "the bloody sky".

The imperial capital of the royal court, as far as the naked eye can see, are all green grass swords.

Also after today, in the five states of Beimang, within a year, no grass could be found.

Where should this grazing, grassland-based empire go?
Without food and grass, there will be no conditions for survival.

People are bound to be in chaos.

The military is unstable.

According to statistics, on the night of the bloody sky, the 30 troops of Wangting Capital were all killed and injured.

People in the rivers and lakes, thousands of casualties.

The glorious palace was once in ruins.

The next day, the Empress went down to Zhao and moved to the capital.

Order, on the border of Beimang, the millions of troops confronting Beiliang immediately retreated thirty kilometers.

Don't show off, don't move.

Violators, behead!
(End of this chapter)