"Who are you……

Xu Yang! "

The leading white-haired old general Ji Wufeng spoke coldly. His voice was extremely cold, but his trembling eyes at that moment still betrayed his truest thoughts in his heart.

Indeed, if ordinary people met Xu Yang, they would not necessarily be so nervous, but these guys in front of them were, firstly, Xu Yang's opponents, and secondly, they were top powerhouses at the same level as him.

Perhaps in the entire continent, there are not many powerful people in the Tribulation Realm who can remain calm when talking about Xu Yang.

"Since you want to fight, with your strength, you can certainly fight fairly and openly. Why do you choose such a sneaky way? It is not in line with your status as a great master."

Xu Yang smiled: "Compared with this world, what does my name Xu Yang count for?

You old guys have lived for so many years in vain, but in the end you can't even let go of your own fame and fortune. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to make any progress in this life."

Faced with Xu Yang's insult, these people looked indifferent.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, just fight. Why bother talking so much?"

“No hurry.”

Xu Yang smiled and shook his head, savoring the fine tea in his hand.

"Calculating the time, it should be a while before we can take action."

Ji Wufeng in front of him seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that the Sect Master's handwriting was also tampered by you?"

Xu Yang slowly raised his eyes and looked at the other person with a smile: "If I said yes, would you be surprised?"

"you!

!”

“No need to look at me so excitedly. You, the living fossils of the Sword Alliance, and even his elders, know exactly what kind of person Feng Xiu is.

Now that Feng Xiu has been crippled by me, he has probably gone into seclusion early. It’s still a question whether he can come out alive. How can he have the mind to take care of you?

In my opinion, you have been practicing for too many years and have made your brains stupid!"

Xu Yang insulted them wantonly without giving any explanation, which really made these old guys furious.

"What on earth do you want to do!?"

Xu Yang slowly stood up and paced: "It's very simple, I want to arouse the anger in the hearts of the soldiers of this empire, and let them know that the people of the Sword Alliance can never be trusted. They even want to kill their own people, let alone those soldiers from other countries who surrendered?

Do you really think that you can conquer those imperial soldiers by destroying their country and using force alone?

ridiculous!"

Finally, on the battlefield, a burst of wanton war drums roared. In the huge military camp, 300,000 border guards and hundreds of adjutants from different camps lit torches at the same time and pressed forward towards the central commander's mansion.

Among the three old guys in front of them, the two living fossil deputy marshals opened the tent and saw that the soldiers were rushing towards them with an angry look.

“We have finally waited for this day!

Northern Jin Sword Alliance, today, the people who are going to punish you have arrived!"

Soon, Long Mang, Long Kun, Hanyue Wujinhua, Xiao Tuantuan and other team members arrived and surrounded the main tent in three layers.

"The Northern Jin Sword Alliance is doomed. All the territories you have occupied must be returned!"

“Yes, from today on, the so-called title of the Northern Jinnan Empire will be abolished, and the entire Three Thousand Daozhou will be under the command of the Tianlan Empire and protected by the lineage of Xu Yang, the leader of the Tianlan Empire in Qianyun Mountain.

Old guys, surrender!"

Hearing what Longmang said, Ji Wufeng in the tent couldn't help but raised his head and burst into laughter.

"Xu Yang, you sound so good, but in the end, aren't you the same, unable to escape the entanglement of fame and fortune?

If I'm not mistaken, you also want to be the emperor!"

Before Xu Yang could speak, the dragon python's voice came from outside: "You know shit!

How dare you, a villain, judge the mind of our boss, a gentleman?

The great empires of the Three Thousand Daozhous have been at war for years, the people are living in poverty, and the soldiers cannot even go home. This is the sin committed by your Northern Jin Sword Alliance. Now we, the Tianlan Empire, are enforcing justice. Old guys, do you want to commit suicide, or do we do it?"

Long Mang has a loud voice, so it seems more appropriate for him to say these words that can win people's hearts than for anyone else.

For a moment, the Southern Empire soldiers on the periphery were so excited and motivated by what they heard. It truly touched their hearts.

The state of mind of mortal soldiers is completely different from that of monks. They only care about living and working in peace and contentment and eating grains. They cannot be compared with monks who devour the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and can live for thousands of years. These old guys are even more easy to talk without any worries. Their hearts are full of their own selfish desires. How could they ever care about the lives of these common people?

What the Xuyang Tianlan Empire needs to do is to truly serve the country and the people.

"Oh, suicide?

Are you talking in your sleep?

Don't think that you can do whatever you want to us just because you have more people.

Now that things have reached a point of no return, let me see how capable you guys are."

Ji Wufeng has been practicing swordsmanship for more than 50,000 years, and his swordsmanship foundation is even deeper than Feng Xiu's. When he summoned out a double-stranded Fiery Sun Sword in one hand, his whole aura has completely changed.

Boom!

Just the fluctuation of sword energy instantly shattered the commander's tent. Under the light gathered from the endless burning torches of the surrounding soldiers, the battlefield area in the middle appeared particularly bright.

"Xu Yang, let me see how brilliant your skills are!"

As Ji Wufeng spoke, he was already the first to attack Xu Yang.

The two Fiery Sun Swords were swung out in an interlaced manner, one sword gaining strength while the other weakened, one advancing while the other retreated, and the two swords responded to each other, exerting a power that was greater than ten due to the sum of one!

The suppressive force emanating from the sword is even more astonishing than that of ten sword cultivators at the initial stage of tribulation transcendence combined!

Xu Yang sneered: "Your attainments in swordsmanship are not bad, but it is a foolish dream for you to defeat me. Since you still have confidence in yourself, I will play with you and just regard it as a way to broaden the horizons of the warriors of the Southern Empire."

As Xu Yang spoke, he flew into the air on his sword. However, the sword he used was not the Shura Sword, but the King's Sword that was on the Bone Dragon of the Burial Tomb!

At the same time, the guy with the extremely flamboyant hairstyle from Sword Soul also appeared and stood proudly beside Xu Yang.

"Boy, you thought of me when you were teaching this rookie a lesson. Why didn't you use me when you were using the wind sleeves?"

Xu Yang shuddered in dismay: "Isn't this just to let you show off your face?

The sword of the king must have a domineering aura to match it!"

When Jian Hun heard this, he immediately laughed.

"If you say so, it's not so bad. I've been idle for so long, it's time to stretch my muscles."