Qingling Army camp.

A man wearing black armor and a green peach feather on his head slowly stood up. He looked up at the capital city, his eyes full of coldness.

"The Marquis has launched an emergency convening order at this moment, which is a bit strange."

The man walked out of the tent and ordered someone to beat the drum.

In an instant, the sound of drums shook all over the world, and a huge sound came from all directions. Suddenly, the entire military camp became boiling. Many people walked out of the camp tent, and all of them were integrated in less than five minutes.

"Start and go to Beijing!"

At this moment, the man's eyes were sharp and majestic, and he rushed towards Shangjing.

In the cold wind, a terrible aura rushed towards us, and countless soldiers and horses moved together to rush to the capital.

Outside the capital, there are millions of troops stationed, all of which are guarding the capital. They are divided into eight camps, and the Qingling Army is one of them, with more than 600,000 under their command.

And the supreme commander of this branch is Fang Yuan, the Marquis of Xuanyuan.

Fang Yuan was furious at this moment and was rushing to the scene at full speed.

Although his second son, Yuan Gongqin, was his mother's surname, he was his favorite son and was deeply loved by him.

When Yuan Gongqin died, this really touched his reverse scale!

How did he take this breath?

This Marquis of Xuanyuan is also a high-level martial king. His strength is in the ninth level of heaven and is only one step away from the peak and perfect realm.

An Shichang is tortured like an unparalleled person at this moment.

"You have to hold on, otherwise you won't be able to wait for your master to come, and you will be dead." Lu Heng said with a faint smile.

An Shichang's eyes when he looked at Lu Heng were filled with fear. In just this short time, he had felt less than dozens of arts torture by demons. He did not expect that the dignified Martial King would have a time when life was worse than death.

"You kill me, please." An Shichang began to beg for mercy, his tone was no longer as tough as before.

"No hurry, you will definitely not be able to survive." Lu Heng carried his hands on his back and smiled faintly.

"Kill me, kill me soon! Please, kill me!" An Shichang did not have any dignity as a commander, like a poor worm.

At this moment, there was no other look in his eyes except despair.

He doesn't want to die, but he can't live, but he wants to die, but he can't die.

This is the most painful.

At this time, a terrifying pressure came from the sky, instantly covering every inch of the street. The breath of the Ninth Heaven of the Martial King fell in an instant.

Fang Yuan is here.

He was wearing a python robe, tall and thick black hair, and a terrifying aura was emitting all over his body. The terrifying aura was constantly brewing, which was shocking.

"Who killed my son, who was it!"

Fang Yuan was flying ink hair, and his eyes were full of evil light, as if he wanted to eat people.

Jiang Chen looked up, glanced at Fang Yuan, and then sneered: "Not only your son, but your subordinates are almost out of reach."

When Fang Yuan saw that An Shichang was covered in blood and had become a bloody man. There was no good piece of meat on his body.

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, and a wisp of fierce light shot out from his eyes and fell straight on Lu Heng.

If the eyes could kill people, Lu Heng would be full of holes at this moment.

"General!"

When the Qingling Army saw Fang Yuan, it seemed as if it had seen a savior, and its morale suddenly rose.

Fang Yuan didn't say anything, he was waiting.

"General, be careful, this kid is at the peak of King Wu!" An Shichang said with all his strength.

"The peak of King Wu?"

Fang Yuan's eyes paused, and he immediately showed a hint of surprise at Lu Heng.

The young Martial King is still at its peak!

This is so rare, and there have been few people throughout the ages!

I have actually encountered one person now, one-on-one, maybe I am not the young opponent.

Lu Heng kicked An Shichang away, looked at Fang Yuan, and asked, "You want to avenge him?"

His words were full of provocation, and he did not take him, the Marquis of Xuanyuan seriously in his tone, and his lips were full of disdain.

As Tianfeng's meritorious Marquis Wu, Fang Yuan has always been treated like this. Even in the enemy country, who dares to underestimate him, Marquis Wu!

His reputation in this life was made of blood and bones, and they were all made directly!

Who dares to underestimate it?

The boy in front of him was so arrogant.

"Your master doesn't seem to dare to take action." Lu Heng looked at An Shichang.

Fang Yuan clenched his fists immediately, his eyes cold, like mysterious ice.

"Young man, don't forget your situation. Don't think that the peak of King Wu is invincible in the world. What about the Demon Heaven Ancestor? You should obediently submit to my Tianfeng Empire!" Fang Yuan snorted coldly and said proudly.

Before Lu Heng could speak, Long Xuan couldn't hear this and said angrily: "Bold!"

Fang Yuan glanced at Long Xuan. This little girl was not old and was already at the seventh level of Martial Master. She was really amazing!

Even the little girl next to her is the fifth level of Wu Zun!

Why do these monsters appear in groups?

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the capital, and a vast army seemed to be heading towards this place.

Fang Yuan showed a sneer and said, "So what if you are powerful in your martial arts? Under my Tianfeng's iron cavalry, you will also turn into meat paste!"

"Now people as innocent as you are, they are rare." Lu Heng smiled faintly, instead of anger.

"Um?"

Fang Yuan glared at him, his expression a little cold.

I saw countless iron cavalry coming at the end of the street, like a tide, surging in turmoil, instantly surrounding the entire street.

"It's over. Marquis Xuanyuan even dispatched his troops. This young man is over!"

"No one can save him now, what a pity, he killed the son of the Marquis of Xuanyuan!"

At this time, the leader of the army raised the spear in his hand, raised his arms and shouted, "All unrelated people, leave now!"

The crowds watching the excitement dispersed in an instant, and no one was willing to cause trouble under the nose of the army. If you really start to kill a few people later, then no one would complain to you.

"Have you all come?" Lu Heng looked at the vast area of ​​warriors and actually smiled.

"I have mobilized several legions to surround you and kill you! Madman! You are still obediently surrender!" Fang Yuan said angrily.

"Do you think the human wave tactics are useful to me?" Lu Heng asked faintly. He stood with his hands behind his back, standing there, but he felt as if he was as motionless as a mountain.
Chapter completed!