The first thousand four hundred and sixty-seventh chapters of the Wei frontier
In the Kingdom of Wei, among the towering mountains, there is an extremely majestic and majestic palace complex.
Waves of terrifying coercion permeated the palace, blending into the heaven and earth, forming numerous restrictions.
Streams of bright sword light shuttled through the palace, sometimes bringing with them the sound of sharp breaking wind.
Hundreds of thousands of Martial Gods' chosen tribes came and went in and out, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Among the undulating palaces, there is a palace tens of feet tall, covering an extremely vast area, with a huge stone sword standing on it.
The half-naked warrior gods were circulating around the stone sword, and mysterious marks were carved on the stone sword.
Once a mark appears on the stone sword, a spatial ripple will appear around it.
Wearing a green shirt and making hunting noises, Wuming held a bloody long bow and looked at the rows of stone swords with a smile in his eyes.
"How is the progress of the Void Sword Array?" A hoarse voice sounded from behind. Wuming turned around and said with a slight smile: "Theoretically it has been successfully constructed, but it has not been actually tried yet!"
"Grandpa Wuming, then we can find Uncle Ye through this Void Sword Formation." In the future, his eyes were shining brightly as he stared at the huge stone sword in front of him, with a look of expectation on his pretty face.
"If you miss the agreed date and your benefactor hasn't appeared yet, I will arrange for the clan members to go find your benefactor!"
"Through the Void Sword Formation, we can also avoid the eyes and ears of Wei's minions." Wuming said with a smile, and lightly tapped Future's forehead with his big hand.
Liu frowned slightly, and in the future he flattened the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a gentle voice as always: "Isn't it enough now?"
Hearing this, Wuming smiled helplessly. In the past few dozen days, this little girl had been nagging Uncle Ye Zi all the time. Wuming's gaze swept across the undulating stone sword, and he was slightly moved. Not only was he worried about Ye Chen's future, he was also extremely worried.
After all, it is extremely dangerous to lure away the strong men of Yan and Zhao with one person's power. Fortunately, a few days ago, Wuming learned about the death of Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo in Ye Chen's hands.
"Nizi, if your benefactor doesn't show up on the appointed day, let's go look for him again and wait a few more days!" Huan Bingyun held Future's emerald green hand and chuckled.
Hearing this, Future's eyes flashed with disappointment, but in the end he nodded obediently and said: "Yes!"
"I'm going to make a clay figurine in the future. I must make the most handsome Uncle Ye Zi this time and give him a surprise!" Waving the clay in his hand, Future said with a smile. He turned around and ran into the palace with a bound.
Seeing this, both Wuming and Huan Bingyun smiled.
It wasn't until after Future left that Huan Bingyun showed a solemn look on his face and said, "What news has come today?"
His face darkened slightly, Wuming Jian's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he said in a low voice: "The situation is not optimistic. Rumor has it that after my benefactor killed two powerful men, Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo, the two emperors of Yan and Zhao were extremely angry and issued a pursuit order. Zhu Guoyin
The world's strongest men all come out to lay down a dragnet!"
"If this is true, my benefactor's situation is very dangerous!" Huan Bingyun's voice was a little hoarse, and he said softly.
"This is just the first one. The second one is that the emperors of various empires have killed the clansmen chosen by the Martial God, ranging from a million to as many as tens of millions. Their heads have been hung in the capitals of various empires in order to force their benefactors to show up!"
The dark eyes flashed with overwhelming murderous intent, and Wuming clenched his hands tightly. The veins popped out and made a rattling noise.
"These bastards will do this and massacre tens of millions of my people. One day, I will destroy all the imperial capitals and annihilate the royal families of various countries!" Huan Bingyun gritted his teeth.
"This is also the reason why I don't let my clansmen go out to inquire about our benefactor. In the past few days, soldiers from all empires have been frantically looking for the God of War to choose a clan." Wuming raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and sighed slightly.
"I hope my benefactor will not be carried away by anger and break into the imperial capital alone!" Huan Bingyun said with a little worry. Without even thinking about it, she could guess some clues. There must be many ambushes in the imperial capital, waiting for Ye Chen to jump inside.
"No!" Wuming said with absolute certainty.
Looking across the cloudless sky, Wuming said in a low voice: "In the past few days, you and I will take turns supervising and we must not let the Tiangang warriors set foot here!"
"Yes!" Huan Bingyun nodded slightly, looking at the busy figure below, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After traveling tens of millions of miles and crossing many obstacles, they just arrived at the Wei border from Daqian.
During this period, Wuming, Huan Bingyun and others also met many tribes chosen by the God of War. Most of these tribes joined the team, so that the team has grown to its current level.
However, while the two were chatting, black shadows suddenly appeared in the void.
There were more than a million black shadows, and these black shadows were clearly gryphons. On top of the gryphons, stood soldiers with indifferent expressions, their black armor as black as ink exuding a hint of chill.
The gryphon hovered in the sky, but it did not make any sound.
A young man in black robe slowly stepped out of the air, holding a Martial God Chosen Clan in one hand. His cold eyes swept across the peaks below and murmured: "The rules of heaven and earth are changing from time to time, and restrictions are flashing. Very clever prohibition methods. I almost even hid it from you!"
The young man in black robe has sharp edges and sharp lines, his eyes are deep and sharp, and he can't help but feel that it gives people a sense of oppression. However, there is a cold look between his eyebrows. He lowers his head, looks at the chosen clan of the God of War in his hand, and smiles slightly, like the black mist of ink. In vain, it rose up from the five fingers. In an instant, the Martial God Chosen Clan in his hand was swallowed up by the black mist and turned into a pool of blood.
"Pathetic untouchables, they thought they could live quietly after betraying their tribe." Black mist poured into his palms like a tide. The old man in black robe was surprisingly long, and his slender fingers shone like sword light.
Stretching his muscles slightly, the young man in black robes curved his thin lips, and said in a mocking tone: "Tsk, tsk, hiding in Wei, openly going in and out of Wei, these self-righteous untouchables really think that our great Wei generals are all idiots. ?”
When the soldiers around saw the old man in black robes, their indifferent faces showed a look of respect: "I have seen Marquis Xinling!"
In Tiangang, the Emperor of the Empire has a prominent reputation, but there are also four people whose reputations are widely spread, known as the Four Young Masters of the Warring States Period.
The Marquis of Pingyuan of the State of Zhao, the Marquis of Mengchang of the State of Qi, the Marquis of Chunshen of the State of Chu, and the Marquis of Xinling of the State of Wei.
The forefathers and powerful men of various countries have disappeared from the world, but these four people are still active in everyone's sight.
Xinlinghou, whose name was Wei Wuji, was well-known. He led the Wei soldiers to defeat the Qin army twice and saved Wei from danger. This fully illustrates his military talent.
Not only that, this person is extremely powerful, having condensed his original body more than a thousand years ago.
Under the black robe, Marquis Xinling's face was slightly pale, and his pair of enchanting deep purple eyes stared straight at the vastness below, and chuckled: "There are many strong men hidden among these hundreds of thousands of untouchables. There are even guys who have condensed their original bodies!”
"Only this kind of prey can arouse my interest. If possible, we can catch it and get a few more terrifying starry sky beasts!" A touch of greed flashed in the magnificent eyes of Xinlinghou, and he made a big hand.
As he waved his sleeves and robes, he said in a cold voice: "Pass this order to me!"
"Three hundred thousand amber soldiers, using the Heaven and Earth Confinement Formation, to imprison this world, tsk tsk, even if I use the Void Sword Formation, I will make it impossible for those untouchables to fly!" Marquis Xinling sneered and stared straight at him.
Looking at the peaks below.
The world seemed unable to bear the gaze of Marquis Xinling, and there were ripples in space visible to the naked eye.
"Promise!" Three hundred thousand soldiers came out together, with bright sword lights crisscrossing each other, and the sharp sword energy gathered together, covering all directions like a heavenly and earthly net.
Kaka! Above the palace, the restrictions on existence are collapsing.
Wuming and Huan Bingyun, who were chatting, raised their heads one after another, looking at the empty world with horrified expressions. An unprecedented sense of oppression was sweeping over them.
Incomparably rich soul power spread out from the two of them. When they noticed the Wei soldiers appearing in the distance, their expressions changed slightly.
"The enemy is attacking, retreat according to the plan!" Wuming roared, grabbed the blood-colored long bow in his hand, and arrows formed by the rules of heaven and earth shot out and landed on the surrounding peaks. In an instant,
Waves of incomparable will erupted on the peaks, and sword pillars reaching the sky soared into the sky. These peaks suddenly formed a barrier, shrouding the palace below.
"I hope these restrictions can last for a while!" Huan Bingyun's face was extremely solemn, and he ordered hundreds of thousands of Martial Gods to choose their clans in an orderly manner.
"retreat!"
"retreat!"
In the undulating palace, lingering sounds echoed...