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Chapter 163: It's Fang Xuan again, Xia You has entered the realm of Ming Dao(1/3)

The sound spread throughout the vast battlefield in an instant.

In an instant, everyone was stagnant...

boom!

The next second, the soldiers and men of the Great Qin Dynasty yelled.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The flags were flew against the wind and thunder without falling. The terrifying momentum instantly overwhelmed everything. The people of the Qin Dynasty seemed to be like the help of gods, charging into battle, terrifyingly brave.

"Kill!"

"Flying immortal's beast dies!"

Everyone seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. Zhang Chengshuang and the others had never seen him before, but they were not unfamiliar with this name. This is the great revenge of Daqin.

Now he is dead.

Everyone understands that it was Mr. Fang’s move!

Fang Xuan once again killed the great enemy outside the border for the Qin Dynasty. What an exciting thing.

The flag was waving and rushing in the wind. The Qin word on it dyed the blood of the men and splashed the blood of the enemies.

The shouts of killing were deafening, as if they had returned to the oldest wilderness era.

The sword rose and fell, the gun was released, and the blood splattered into flowers. The Qin men and women were fighting in a high spirit, which was amazing. They strided with great momentum and climbed again and again.

This moment.

The army of Feixian Shen Dynasty was defeated.

The saints all fell, and it seemed that they were not their business, because those strong people would not attack them, but does this really have no effect?

The strongest people were killed in the starry sky, and their hearts were about to break, which greatly affected the momentum of fighting.

"Ho huh..."

The men of the Qin Dynasty rushed over and went crazy.

Looking at this picture.

The civil officials of the Great Qin Dynasty were filled with tears and their blood was boiling. Once upon a time, the Great Qin Dynasty had such a great momentum.

Chasing nearly two million flying immortals and gods' dynasty army to kill?

"Tianyou, Daqin! Bah, Tian has no help, it's us, hahaha."

Zhuge Sheng shouted in a low voice, this literary old man danced excitedly, without any attitude of a minister of civil power.

"Zhang Chengshuang is dead, Zhang Chengshuang is dead."

The civil officials laughed and cried.

They have no force and are all readers' books of sages, but it does not mean that they do not know the practice of Taoism, and who is the biggest blood feud of the Qin Dynasty in the past five thousand years.

There were three million people from the Qin Dynasty who died directly and indirectly in Zhang Cheng's hands, all of whom were living lives. They fought bloody battles for their homes and died in the border battlefield.

"Three thousand five hundred and twenty years, the ancestors' revenge will be avenged!" A white-haired civil servant let out a trembling cry.

He was a civil official and an ordinary man, but the family behind him was an ordinary family, a prominent family of the Qin Dynasty. Some of his family joined the army, some of them were once the commander, and many of them joined the army. They all died outside the border, and this executioner was Zhang Chengshuang.

"Kill here!"

"Kill all the Feixian thieves and kill them to the Feixian border."

Many ten thousand men yelled, their blood boiled, and they burned to the peak!

In this battle, they were going to kill to the border of the Feixian Divine Dynasty, killing the enemy to make them frightened, and laying a brilliant battle page for the Qin people in later generations!

"Zhang Chengshuang is dead?!"

Looking at the mysterious mirror, the bloody color of the bright starry sky in the mirror was blooming, and the people who were watching were stunned.

The disciples of all the Daotong dynasties grew up and did not get married for a long time.

They stared at the young man in white on the picture.

His body suddenly trembled.

Too strong, too fierce...too strong.

"This is the king, this is the real strong man, the man who ruled the world." The young woman watching all this had her eyes shining and her face was full of peach blossoms.

If it were other saints who practice Taoism, they would not have been like this.

Because of the gap between time, Fang Xuan and them have no such gap. He is only eighteen years old. His young appearance and young inner soul all attract these women who are not well-versed in the world, and even those who are good at speaking and dancing are attracted by them.

"Men should do this, husband should do this."

Hongying, a disciple of the Empress Palace, whispered.

It can be imagined how popular Fang Xuan will be among the younger generation of women, among those young and beautiful women and female cultivators after today.

Not to mention them, even the young men were so excited that they couldn't breathe.

Worship the strong.

This is the main theme of this world, and the strong are respected.

Fang Xuan's strength is beyond doubt, and he is less than twenty and crowned, which resonates even more with the younger generation.

And that's definitely not all!

In the future, this battle will definitely be mentioned many times in future generations and will be recited and circulated.

Fang Xuan's name is destined to be sung throughout the ages. No matter what kind of person he will be like in the future, what he does today will inevitably achieve a masterpiece of the eternal song.

"A thought of flowers blooming, rule the world."

Ning Yuxuan whispered.

He frowned, "The Tao recorded in a book?"

"Uncle, do you know which book is recorded?" Emperor Nandou spoke.

Hearing this, Ning Yuxuan shook his head.

"I haven't seen it before."

He looked at Xuan Jing and stared at the figure, "Is this great way... which emperor is it? But why have you never heard of it?"

"According to Fang Xuan's teachings, this Taoist Dharma is a record in the book. If you can create such Taoist Dharma, the person with a charm will definitely be extraordinary." A prince from the Southern Dipper Dynasty spoke. He looked like Pan An, with a weak appearance and a name named Ningchang. He had a marriage with the royal family of the Southern Dipper Dynasty and belonged to his in-laws.

Ning Yuxuan is also from the family where Ningchang is located, but he is the royal family of the Nandou Dynasty who married into it.

However, no one dares to mention this marriage.

"Similar emperor or emperor... does not seem to be." Another prince spoke out. He was the Qisha prince, one of the six-star princes in Nandou. He was thin, had yellow skin, wearing black armor, and looked a little ugly.

moment.

Everyone thought of a possibility.

"The emperor was born in the years before eternal times?" The king and prince of Ningchang were shocked.

"According to the records of the book, the magical passage method of the ancient emperors who have never been eternal before is reproduced."

The seven killers' eyes were shocked.

With only words, the ancient emperor's magical channels were created.

What kind of understanding is needed to achieve this?!

The entire Starry Sky Hall was quiet, and even Ning Yuxuan was shocked by this and felt excited.

Don't say it's him.

At this moment, many Taoist priests have thought of this possibility.

No one doesn't feel numb on his scalp.

"Flowers bloom, and a thought blooms, and you will dominate the world." Elder Dingguang, the long-eared person in Biyou Palace, exclaimed and stood up suddenly, "With these two magical channels, no one can beat the same level, and he..."

He was a little confused as he said that.

Fang Xuan, what kind of cultivation level, the Five Spirit Realm? Or the Holy Realm...

"This person must die."

The Emperor Feixian and the Emperor Nandou said similar words at different locations.

We can no longer let Fang Xuan grow.

The Feixian Divine Dynasty Palace could not be calm for a long time. Several kings and princes were already very angry. When they saw the picture on the mysterious mirror, they became angry.

And on the other side.

The people of the Jinwu clan are the same as those of the Feixian Divine Dynasty.

"Damn it, damn it... How could Zhang Chengshuang die?" A powerful man from the clan cursed secretly.
To be continued...
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