A game that belongs to the northern border and to the top of Xuanyuan Kingdom came to an end in just two days. Neither Ye Feng nor Mu Tian behind the scenes had ever thought of filling up seven days.

What the seven-day limit is just a signal Ye Feng conveys to the outside.

To the east, the battle took place along the Gosang River. After several hours of fierce fighting, it finally came to an end when the last Japanese ronin fell.

This battle was actually not easy for Ye Feng’s side.

There are as many as sixteen ronin warriors from Fusang, and there are three of them at the peak Martial King level, one from Tianshen Mountain, one is a retainer of the Ryuma family, and the last one is the apprentice of the Sword Saint Musashi.

The moment the two sides met, these Fusang ronin immediately showed a strong desire to kill the enemy, and they fought with their lives without hesitation. Except for one of the three peak martial kings to restrain Lin Chong, the other two could use one to fight against five.

If it weren't for the large number of people, if Yu Feiyu had brought people to support him in the end, although this battle could have wiped out the enemy completely, it would have been a tragic victory.

But even so, the Xuanyuan people who died in this battle still exceeded the two-hand technique. Six people died alone. Zhang Che of Tianyongge and a King of Wu named Zuo Jianqiu died in battle, King of Cao Yi, the Cao family, who belonged to Cao Yi, died in battle, Su Haomin, the director of the Subei Department of the Supervising Tiansi, died in battle, and Lin Chong's personal guard and Zhang Zhen, the general who came with the country protection, also died in battle.

These people never had any regrets until the moment they died in battle, and their eyes were so generous and determined from beginning to end. Even though they knew that this time they were actually blocking the gun for Ye Feng, because they had already learned about it during the battle.

These ronin warriors who were lurking secretly came to Ye Feng.

Longma Family!

Sword Saint Palace!

The God of Heaven Enlightenment Mountain!

What a ronin samurai, what a bushido spirit, when the bodies of those who died in battle were transported back one by one, Ye Feng was deeply silent.

In this battle, these people obeyed their orders, but the will they show to kill the enemy has long surpassed their orders. What kind of sentiment is that?

Ye Feng knew that he owed the people who died in battle, an explanation.

"Return to the North Frontier Camp!"

Fortunately, the three generals under his command, Leng Wuming, Sima Zhantian and Qin He, were all preserved, and Xia Lengchan also entered the ranks of the peak masters.

No matter what you say, it is pretentious!

If there is fate, and fight together in the next life, Ye Feng quickly left the people from the imperial capital and set out on the way to the northern border camp.

Victory!

However, such a victory made Ye Feng unable to be happy. This was a power battle from within Xuanyuan. No matter who died or who died, they were all Chinese people after all.

What's so exciting about such a victory?

What made Ye Feng feel even more heartbroken was the betrayal of his close friend Mu Tian. Why was the attack on the imperial capital a few months ago and who was betrayed by him, and finally there was an answer.

North Frontier Camp.

"Xiao Xuanqi, you and I are both commanders of the Northern Army. How can you ask you what qualifications are you to imprison us and the other three?"

The Third Legion camp was already crowded and the two sides were tense. Xiao Xuanqi led the first, fourth and fifth legions to forcibly break into the place, surrounding everything in the camp and prohibiting anyone from going out.

These include Guan Bohou, the commander of the Third Army in the main camp, Ouyang, the commander of the Sixth Army, and Zhong Chengyun, the commander of the Eighth Army.

Outside the camp, all the soldiers from the northern border were confronting each other. Most of these people looked confused. Only the confidants of the three legion commanders showed indignation on their faces.

Speaking of power, although Xiao Chuanqi was the chief legion commander in the North Frontier Camp, he was indeed not qualified to order or even detain any other legion commander.

Everyone in the entire Northern Camp knew that the only one who could truly exercise rewards and punishments against the commanders of the eight legions was the king of the Northern District.

But, can Xiao Zhuanqi be reasonable?

Obviously not. He stood at the gate of the camp with his sword and said coldly: "I am ordered by the king to guard the northern camp. Before the king of the north has returned, whoever dares to leave the camp without authorization will be sentenced to the crime of desertion."

"Kill without mercy!"

With a sound of killing, the heaven and earth will be killed.

Guan Bohou's face turned extremely blue when he heard this. He didn't know if Xiao Chuanqi was ordered, but this guy's intention to kill the three of them was absolutely impossible.

"Wang Ming, whose king's king is Ye Feng's? Or Zhu Guangbo's?"

"Xiao Xuanqi, we respect you as the commander of the First Legion, but if you insist on blocking me from going to rescue you, don't blame us for being polite."

Compared with Guan Bohou, Zhong Chengyun, the commander of the Eighth Army, was younger and his language was sharper.

"You don't have to be polite. You can just leave, just keep your life."

Just say it!

Can you get out of this camp? Just look at my sword or not. Xiao Xuanqi has no intention of giving in at all.

"Third brother, you can't delay it."

"Yes, third brother, I can't drag it down anymore. When Ye Feng comes back, we three brothers will never escape."

Obviously, these three legion commanders knew Ye Feng's methods very well and knew Ye Feng's power very well. If they didn't leave at this time, they would definitely be waiting to die.

"You really think I don't want to, but Xiao Xuanqi is King Wu!"

Guan Bohou felt extremely bitter inside.

Who wants to be imprisoned here if he can leave? Looking at Xiao Chuanqi's expression, he was eager to wait for him to rush out now.

"So what about King Wu? Don't forget that this is the North Frontier Camp. Brother, even if I do what I said, it will be too late if I don't leave."

Zhong Chengyun sent a voice again.

Soon, the three people in silence suddenly burst out and shouted together:

"The commander of the First Legion, Xiao Xuanqi, falsely spread the king's order, and wanted to confront the king. Where are the soldiers from the north? Let's capture the rebels with us."

The three voices used their internal strength and were extremely loud. Not only the camps of the Third Legion, but also the sounds were heard from the camps next to each other.

The commander of the First Legion, Xiao Xuanqi, is he a rebel?

Regardless of whether it is true or not, in the camp of the Third Legion, the three confidants yelled repeatedly:

"Kill! Capture the Legend of Xiao, capture the rebels."

Without any hesitation, these people started to move first.

The truth, what is the truth?

As long as you shout the truth in the world hard enough and shout enough, more and more people will believe in you until the false becomes true.

Not to mention, in the few months after Zhu Guangbo arrived, the North Frontier Camp had already been divided into two parts, both openly and secretly.

So, those who were hesitant in unknown circumstances watched both sides take action and mixed in, regardless of who is true or who is false.

Anyway, it is absolutely impossible to help your legion commander.

"Bohou Guan, you are so good."

Seeing the chaos outside, Xiao Xuanqi was full of evil spirits.

The Northern King Ye Feng did not hesitate to take risks without even dragging the soldiers from the Northern border into the situation, in order to prevent the former compatriots from robbing each other. However, in order to escape, the three of them did not hesitate to let their subordinates robbing each other.

"The Northern King Order is here!"

"If anyone dares to continue to take action, he will kill him on the spot."

Xiao Xuanqi rushed out in an instant.

In his hand, there was a black black dragon token, with only a traditional Chinese character engraved in the center: North.

In the fourth realm of Xuanyuan Kingdom, the four kings all have their own exclusive tokens. Seeing the token is like seeing the king in person. A large part of the reason why Zhu Guangbo has not been able to convince the public for so long is that he lacks the North Realm token.

The Northern Territory Token was handed over to Xiao Xuanqi by Ye Feng to prevent this scene from happening.

A piece of kingly order is unique in the world, and no one dares to pretend.

Looking at Xiao Zhuanqi holding up the Northern King Order, the soldiers who took action looked shocked, and then threw the weapons in their hands to the ground one by one.

Of course, some people were discarded, some refused to surrender. Facing these people, Xiao Chuanqi's eyes were stunned, and suddenly, sword lights rose everywhere.

Xiao Xuanqi did not move, but only moved the small sword intent.

Can you escape?

Seeing the three of them fleeing in the opposite direction, Xiao Xuanqi also stopped killing. He took back the token and turned around to chase the three of them.

"Damn, those people don't move."

In less than two minutes, Xiao Xuanqi raised his sword and chased him to the three legion commanders. At this time, the three of them still failed to escape from the northern camp.

Move, how dare you move!

Facing Xiao Zhuanqi's sword-intention killing, the three confidants were already scared and were so scared that they were lenient, not to mention that the main generals fled at the fortitude, so why else to fight?

"Xiao Xuanqi, what are you going to do? Don't forget your own identity. You are just a legion commander."

Seeing Xiao Chuanqi drawing the sword, the three of them suddenly panicked.

"You have forgotten what I took just now, hold the king's order, and you can kill first and then report."

"In the next life, remember not to be a traitor. I will not make you feel pain because you have made merits and demerits in the North."

While shaking his hands, three sword flowers floated toward the three of them.

Dong! One by one

The three legion commanders were all hit by the sword and fell down almost at the same time.
To be continued...