"Your men are invincible in the world!"

Lu Xueqi looked at him and suddenly smiled lightly.

The lakeside scenery is beautiful, and it is worthy of the reputation of the first lake in Gangnam Province. However, the weather is a bit cold and some parts of the lake have frozen.

Thanks to the season, not many pedestrians stopped to watch by the lake, so the two of them could enjoy the silence alone. Chen Jun stood on the stone cliff by the lake, with the breeze blowing on his face, feeling as if he had ascended to immortality. He was already wearing a white robe, and his hair was

There is a red sandalwood hairpin in the bun, which makes it look even more elegant.

Lu Xueqi had already put on the snow-colored fur she bought and covered her body with her slender white figure leaning on the man's arms, breathing in and out.

Peaceful and beautiful time is always easily broken.

Soon, there was thunder on the ground near the lake. People in groups of three or three only glanced ahead and immediately ran away in fright, busy escaping for their lives.

The ice formed on the lake surface shattered over a large area due to the vibration.

I saw a black line rushing toward me in front of me. I couldn't see the end of the jet black, bright silver, and bright black armor. It was so powerful that it was like a raging river and a sea, with a torrent pouring thousands of miles away.

The number of the cavalry has exceeded five thousand, and ninety-nine percent of the warriors in the world will flee when they see it.

Chen Jun didn't move. He turned around and asked Lu Xueqi to sit in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He took two steps and glanced at the Zhao family hero who had a large banner with the word "Zhao".

Zhao Heng, the king of Jingan, was wearing a python robe and a jade belt around his waist. His figure was as motionless as a mountain, but the hatred in his eyes was about to burst out.

As one of the six vassal kings of Liyang, Zhao Heng was also one of the popular candidates for the emperor back then. He was good at both civil and military skills, but he was not as good as his younger brother Huainan King in literary talent.

When Emperor Yang died suddenly, he was at his peak, and the Empress Dowager held her filial son in high esteem. The clan of relatives and the leaderless civil servants hit it off immediately, and it was at that time that he wrote: "Raise millions of soldiers to drive away the rogue slaves, and immediately erect a monument."

The poem "Yifeng". Later, he failed to seize the legitimate title and was named King of Jing'an.

It's not that he doesn't have illegitimate children, but Zhao Xun is the only one who can inherit the throne, which is particularly important in today's world's struggle for hegemony. What's more, although Zhao Xun has lecherous problems, he is exactly the same as him, and he is also the most father-like and the most father-like.

Be loved by him.

Now, but now he is dead!

"My child has no status, I bumped into the Sword God, but the crime is not worthy of death. The Sword God must give me an explanation!" Zhao Heng's face was gloomy and scary, and he almost said every word.

There were spectators standing in the distance among the crowd, and they immediately exploded after hearing this.

"The sword god who ranks second in the world of martial arts is here. I heard that his swordsmanship is as good as the sky, and he can kill people with one sword thousands of miles away."

"It seems that he killed the prince's beloved son, and this matter cannot be settled."

"You asked me for an explanation, but I haven't asked you for an explanation yet."

Chen Jun narrowed his eyes and said: "Jiangnan has beautiful lakes and mountains, but I met this rat shit. It's really unlucky. If I kill a scum, I will benefit Jiangnan, so I don't need to thank you!"

"Chen Jun!" Zhao Xun roared: "I lead five thousand troops, you must leave something behind today."

"Keep your mother!"

Chen Jun suddenly raised his hand, stretched it into the air, and a long sword suddenly appeared.

Cut it down with your sword!

The bright white light overwhelmed the sky and covered the earth, like breaking out of the sky and a wild dragon emerging from the abyss.

The sword energy shot like a rainbow into the sun, and the three thousand armors instantly fell to the ground in a fit of anger.

The blood flowed into rivers, and the hot blood and steam condensed into billowing white mist, which could be heard ten miles away in winter.
Chapter completed!