He understood that if he lost, he would lose so much!

Originally, he thought that even if he lost, with his years of majesty in pacifying King Xi, these soldiers from Fengtai camp would have to obey his orders. Chu Feng, the dragon soul warrior, was just a puppet.

But he found that he was wrong, he was outrageously wrong!

A letter made Hu Yanqing, who had won ten consecutive games, retreated for three hundred miles.

What a courage and strength this is!

The commander with courage is what these soldiers hope for and what the people of Xiye need most—

Chu Feng’s arrival truly gave them hope of victory and injected military spirit!

"Tomorrow, I will personally hand over the seal of King Pingxi to Yanjing Wen Academy and the Wu family, and retire here."

Wu Zhenguo said a sentence without expression, turned around and left.

"Dad, you can't leave, Dad, I don't want to die, save me-" Wu Yinglong screamed at the top of his lungs-

Wu Zhenguo's body trembled a few times, but in the end he didn't look back and walked away.

Wu Yinglong looked at Wu Zhenguo's figure getting farther and farther away, and the only hope left in his heart was wiped out, and he felt as if he was depressed.

"Plop—"

He fell heavily to the ground, already in despair!

At this moment, Chu Feng had no expression on his face and slowly pulled out the Qingfeng sword hanging from his head—

"Buzz--"

The sword tip trembled slightly, and the cold light was cold.

Chu Feng's eyes were calm and he looked at Wu Yinglong condescendingly, "Do you still have your last words?"

Wu Yinglong was shocked in an instant, his limbs and bones were cold, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

It was not because he had backbone, but because he was completely frightened by Chu Feng's fierce murderous aura and could not move for a moment.

"As the chief general, you Wu Yinglong, are extravagant and corrupt, and you are greedy and abused. You ignore your brother's life and death, and your sins are unforgivable-"

"Today, I will use your head to pay homage to the 30,000 men who died on the battlefield!"

The sword swept over, quickly, accurately and fiercely, and the sharpness exploded—

"No, no, I don't want to die!" A sharp sword light suddenly appeared in Wu Yinglong's eyes, which scared him so much that he screamed in pain and begged for mercy in a low voice.

However, it was too late—

flutter--

The yellow sand rolled up, the lonely smoke rose in the desert, and a large tent of blood rolled down with the human head.

In a bang, Wu Yinglong fell in a pool of blood, his body and head were different -

In an instant, the entire camp trembled.

All the soldiers were stunned-

The former chief general of Fengtai Camp, the eldest prince of Wu Zhenguo, the King of Pingxi, was killed by him?

Chu Feng wiped the blood-stained Qingfeng sword, his eyes swept through everyone present, his voice spreading loudly throughout the Xiye Desert:

"I came from Xiye, fought in Xiye, and became famous in Xiye. Every inch of Xiye's land and every desert has my blood and sweat, and my youth I have given!"

"However, to this day, there are always some sluts who try to offend me, Chu Feng, the first one, refuses to agree!"

"At this point, I swear to this sword, and within one month, I will not defeat Xixia, and other swords!"

Chu Feng bounced his fingers and bang, the Qingfeng sword that had just chopped Wu Yinglong revealed was instantly broken.

He glanced at the rows of passionate faces, and said loudly: "Who wants to fight side by side with me?"

Chen Fengxing took the lead in unsheathing his sword and shouted loudly: "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains--"

"Why do you need to return the body by wearing a horse and a corpse?"

Crazy-

The next second, a hundred thousand troops were unsheathed with swords, pointing their swords to the sky, and their momentum soared into the sky.

The yellow sand swept through, blowing a military flag in the camp, and the wind was shining—
Chapter completed!