The Peerless Young Emperor of the City

Chapter 199 A cup of turbid wine, three respects to heaven and earth!

There is a flower in front of everyone's eyes.

When their eyes fell on the void again, Xiao Yun's sword had already pierced through the body of the envoy.

Thunder raged like a poisonous snake, wandering around every part of the envoy's body.

He was stiff there.

Ice covered his body little by little, and frost spread all over his body.

At this moment, his thin lips set off a strange arc.

"We will meet again, and I am looking forward to that moment."

The cold and gloomy voice came out, Xiao Yun's eyes froze, and his sword turned.

Click.

The body that gradually turned into an ice sculpture, as the sharp sword in Xiao Yun's hand turned, instantly shattered and turned into countless ice shards.

All the people and followers of Fandu were completely stunned.

died!

They are supreme, they once had absolute authority in the Seven Kingdoms, and they died like this?
This young man from China is too terrifying.

Looking at his age, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

But the aura on his body is domineering and indifferent like a king. They have never seen such an outstanding person in their life.

Even the mysterious envoy was nothing more than forcibly suppressing them and making them submit, but in terms of temperament and appearance, he might not be as good as this young man.

Besides, hasn't the envoy been blown away by this young man now?
"Set off with the whole army, find the highest place in the city, and plant the Qingjiao banner."

Xiao Yun's voice fell indifferently, and the hearts of the hundred thousand soldiers were all hot.

For a hundred years, China has lived and worked in peace and contentment. Although its national power is strong, it has never invaded other countries, and it just sticks to its borders.

Now, the countries in the northwest have taken the initiative to invade, so why should they be polite?

Then follow their death-seeking intentions and kill them all!
Let those covetous people in the world take a good look at how powerful Huaxia is, and whether they are qualified to invade!
Just like now.

The 20 troops of the Allied Forces of the Seven Nations in the Northwest were strongly suppressed, and all of them were buried in the sea of ​​sand!
Moreover, on the thousand-year-old city of Fandu, China's Qingjiao banner is also planted!

Vatican.

The top of the lonely mountain.

A big blood-stained flag was planted on the ground, and the four-clawed green dragon on that big flag was lifelike and mighty, as if it was about to rush out of it at any moment, soaring to the sky! !

This big green dragon flag is now standing here, proving...they have been here before!

They have traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, traveled thousands of miles across the border, and planted this big flag that symbolizes China.

With his hands behind his back, Xiao Yun raised his head slightly, glanced at the big blue dragon flag fluttering in the wind, then turned and left.

The dozen or so people behind them also took a deep look at the big banner, and then followed Xiao Yun's calm, slow pace.

Here it is.

Now, almost, it's time to go back.

This foreign country is not my hometown after all, and there is nothing to commemorate.

In a fit of rage, Xiao Yun led an army of [-] to leave the country, but it was only to teach the seven northwestern countries a lesson and deter other countries that were eyeing them.

He has no interest in this small piece of land and barren land.

Now, the purpose has been achieved.

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The upper world.

Among a certain clan.

A young man who was retreating suddenly opened his eyes.

The deep pupils and the bewitchingly handsome face gave him a sense of beauty like jade.

"This young master paid a high price to send a clone to the lower realm in advance before the battle of orthodoxy came, but it was actually destroyed by someone?"

"Even the four guardians have all fallen..."

He muttered in his mouth, but in those deep pupils, there appeared a sinister and stern look.

"Who is it that dares to do bad things without doing good things?"

With a wave of his hand, the scene before the envoy's death appeared in front of his eyes.

The stern young man standing with a sword and looking down at the heroes was also engraved in his mind.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to do bad things without doing good things, you are doomed...to die."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves with a gloomy face, and the scene disappeared immediately.

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way home.

The mighty army has already embarked on the return journey, and five days later, they will return to the Northwest Military Region.

All the sergeants in the military (army) area stood in front of the gate of the military area, facing all the soldiers who had returned in triumph, straightened their bodies...salute!
The commander of the Northwest Army (army) region also appeared in person to welcome these soldiers who had returned from the battlefield.

On the long tables in front, there are large bowls filled with spirits.

"Soldiers of the Northwest Military District, welcome all colleagues to return in triumph—"

The neat shouts resounded through the sky.

Xiao Yun smiled lightly, then stepped forward first, and picked up a big bowl.

The soldiers behind him also followed in an orderly manner, holding up the big bowl with both hands, slightly raising their heads, with a solemn and mournful expression on their weather-beaten faces.

This is the rule of the military area. Every time you return from an expedition, this toast is indispensable.

With a solemn expression, Xiao Yun turned around slowly, his eyes shifted, and he looked at the densely packed figure behind him, holding the bowl with both hands, and raised it far away.

"Respectfully."

As soon as the word fell, the strong wine entered his throat, and he drank it all in one gulp!

"Respectfully--!!"

All the officers and men held the bowls in both hands and drank the spirits in one gulp!

After drinking!

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

The clear and crisp sound of bowl smashing resounded throughout the world, one after another, resounding endlessly.

this cup.

One respects the brothers who died in the battle, the second respects the soldiers who returned in triumph, and the third respects the countless eternal heroic souls lying drunk on the battlefield!

(End of this chapter)