After the banquet, King Shenwei began to assemble his troops and prepare to set out.

After running for three hours, at dusk, Ye Zheng and his group finally arrived at Shazhou Pass.

"It is rumored that thousands of years ago, the Holy Emperor Yu fought against the Great Moro Emperor who ruled the Western Regions. The two led millions of troops to fight in this vast desert. In the end, the Great Moro Emperor was seriously injured, but he escaped back to the Western Regions and built the 30,000-mile Great Wall on this sandbar border." Hong Yi looked at the majestic pass in front of him and muttered to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng just nodded without saying anything, his eyes scanning the majestic pass stretching for 30,000 miles.

In the vast desert in the distance, countless huge tents stood up, and camels, sand carts, and flags were almost everywhere, densely arranged.

Countless people walked back and forth like ants, and a lot of energy, aura, and majesty condensed in the sky to form an aura that did not disperse.

"This must be the vanguard army of the Huo Luo Kingdom." Ye Zheng said lightly.

"That's right. I wonder what your plans are, Mr. Ye." The mighty King Yang Tuo looked at Ye Zheng quietly without changing his expression.

"Woo, woo, woo."

Before Ye Zheng could speak, bursts of shrill horn sounds came from over there.

Looking ahead, one could see tents that were dozens of feet high, standing in a large tent in the distance amid the sound of horns.

Countless mighty men in iron armor rushed out in unison, forming neat rows with military flags waving. These men roared fiercely and, in unison, drew out giant scimitars like snowflakes and waved them.

"Mr. Ye, this is just a team of a thousand people from the Huo Luo Kingdom in the Western Regions. They are just practicing swordsmanship. It's nothing." The eyes of the mighty King Yang Tuo flickered a little. He stared at Ye Zheng carefully, trying to see something.

Ye Zheng's expression did not change at all. He did not even look at King Shenwei. He just looked at the 300,000 troops in the distance.

Hong Yi's expression changed a little, and he said, "These 300,000 troops, including the slaves, maids, and servants in the army, total 560,000. In addition, there are horses, camels, and food. Not to mention the food and water consumed every day, even the feces and urine can be piled up into a mountain and cause epidemics. However, this army does not seem to have these problems."

"There is a secret report that the evil god of Yuanqi in the Jingyuan Temple has spit out a magical artifact from his body called Ancient Rashomon. Behind the door of this magical artifact is a vast world, and supplies are continuously transported from it." Seeing Hong Yi's confusion, the Divine Power King Yang Tuo opened his mouth to explain.

"Ancient Rashomon, this is a legendary artifact, how is this possible?" Hong Yi suddenly said in disbelief.

"Brother Hong, nothing is impossible. The Qiankun cloth bag from the Great Zen Temple and the gourd of fortune snatched from Marquis Guanjun, don't they all exist in reality?" Ye Zheng's voice came over faintly.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Before anyone could say anything, waves of drum beats rang out, shocking the world and shocking everyone.

Teams of cavalrymen with golden weapons and iron horses rushed out of the camp. They were all wearing iron armor, holding huge spears, wearing scimitars on their waists, and their whole bodies were wrapped in fine steel, like a torrent of steel.

"These people from the Western Regions actually sent out cavalry to attack Shazhou Pass." Hong Yi whispered to Ye Zheng.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Ye Zheng's eyes flickered.

King Shenwei, who was standing by, looked solemn. He ordered the people around him, "Inform everyone and order Fang Xiandao's Iron Armor Divine Thunder to be ready."

"What is the Iron Armor Divine Thunder?" A disciple from a noble family asked curiously.

“Click, click.”

As the teeth-grinding sound rang out, behind the city wall, one fine steel cart after another was pushed out. These fine steel carts were very large and could only be pushed by more than a dozen warrior-level strong men.

The shiny steel axles rubbed against the ground of the city wall, making a sharp and piercing sound. A long line of hundreds of steel carts were pushed to the entrance of the city wall, with the long muzzles aimed at the oncoming steel torrent in the distance.

"This is the thunder of the external elixir." Hong Yi's expression changed slightly.

Ye Zheng looked over and smelled a strong smell of sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal, as well as iron eggs the size of watermelons loaded on the fine steel cart.

“Mr. Zhuangyuan is right. The power of Fang Xiandao’s Iron Armor Divine Thunder is quite powerful.” King Shenwei revealed a slightly proud look.

"roar."

A loud roar was heard, and all eyes were focused on the center, on a general wearing golden armor.

"This is the Duke of Tulip. The Imperial Court's Ministry of War offers a reward of 100,000 silver coins, the title of first-class earl of Xinyong, 500 slaves, eight manors, and 1,000 acres of land for his head." A disciple from an aristocratic family exclaimed.

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"Brother Hong, are you sure that your flying sword can bring back the head of the Duke of Tulip?" Ye Zheng glanced at Hong Yi and spoke.

"That's about right. With the power of my flying sword now, it should be able to deal with just one Martial Saint." Hong Yi thought for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Well, in that case, let Brother Hong deal with the Duke of Tulip, and I will take care of these soldiers. There is no need for King Shenwei to send out the Iron Armor Divine Thunder and make such a big scene." Ye Zheng nodded and made a decision.

Hong Yi nodded, and a flying sword flew out of his body and went straight for the head of the Duke of Tulip.

Seeing this, Ye Zheng also took out the six-winged golden cicada. With a shake of his hand, it turned into a golden thread and flew out.

This six-winged golden cicada has absorbed a large amount of the Japanese devils' blood and essence in the world of Bright Sword and has mutated to a certain extent. If a real fight breaks out, even a Martial Saint may not be able to do anything to it.

Hong Yi's flying sword was extremely fast, like lightning, and it swept across Tulip's neck.

I saw a huge head thrown high into the air.

The six-winged golden cicada was also not slow, following closely behind the flying sword, with golden threads dancing like chopping melons and vegetables, chopping all the Huo Luo cavalry into potato chips.

"Mr. Ye is really good at this. I admire him very much." The corner of the mouth of the mighty King Yang Tuo twitched, and he forced himself to suppress the throbbing in his heart. Even if he had taken action, he might not have been able to easily capture the Duke of Tulip, but he was beheaded by Hong Yi with one sword. Doesn't that mean that he can also be beheaded with one sword?

"Your Highness, you are too kind. It's just a small trick and not worth mentioning." Ye Zheng said vaguely.

Hong Yi, who was standing aside, was a little excited. This time the contribution was not small. With a thought, he made a spin with his flying sword and flew back with the head of the Duke of Tulip.

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