Chapter 783

He understood that he had lost, and he had lost to the ground!

At first, he thought that even if he lost, these soldiers in Fengtai camp would have to listen to his orders because of his years of majesty. Chu Feng, the God of dragon soul army, was just a puppet -

but he found that he was wrong, and his mistake was outrageous!

A letter made Hu Yanqing, who won ten games in a row, retreat 300 Li.

What courage and strength this is!

This kind of commander-in-chief is what these soldiers want and what the people in Xiye need most -

the arrival of Chu Feng really gives them the hope of victory and injects the soul of the army!

"Tomorrow, I will personally return Wang Dayin of Pingxi to the Wu family of yanjingwen academy and retire."

Wu Zhenguo, with no expression on his face, dropped a word and turned to leave.

"Dad, you can't go, Dad, I don't want to die, save me --" Wu Yinglong gave a hoarse howl over there -

Wu Zhenguo shivered a few times, but he didn't look back and walked away.

Wu Yinglong looked at Wu Zhenguo's figure farther and farther away, and his only hope was extinguished, and his heart was dead.

"Putong -"

he fell to the ground heavily, already desperate!

At this time, Chu Feng's face was expressionless, and slowly pulled out the Qingfeng sword hanging on his head -

"hum -"

the blade trembled and the cold light was sharp.

Wu Julong's last words are still calm

Wu Yinglong was so excited that he was cold and speechless for a long time.

It was not that he had backbone, but that he was completely shocked by Chu Feng's fierce murderous spirit and couldn't move any more.

"You, Wu Yinglong, as the chief general, are extravagant, corrupt and perverted the law, regardless of the life and death of brothers paoze. There is no amnesty for your crime -"

"today, I will use your head to pay homage to the 30000 sons who died in the battlefield!"

When the sword sweeps by, it's fast, accurate and fierce, and its edge explodes -

"no, no, I don't want to die!" Wu Yinglong saw a sharp sword light in his eyes, which made him howl and beg for mercy in a low voice.

However, it's too late -

rush -

the yellow sand rolls up, the lonely smoke rises in the desert, and a big canopy of blood rolls down with the head.

Suddenly, Wu Yinglong fell in a pool of blood, with his head in a different place -

in an instant, the whole camp was shocked.

All the soldiers were stunned -

the former commander of Fengtai camp, the eldest son of Wu Zhenguo, the king of Pingxi, was cut down by him?

Chu Feng wipes the blood stained green sword, looks like a knife, and sweeps all the people present. His voice is loud and resounding, and spreads all over the Xiye desert:

"I was born in Xiye, fought in Xiye, and became famous in Xiye. Every inch of land and desert in Xiye has my blood and sweat, and my youth!"

"However, to this day, there are always some scoundrels who attempt to offend me. I, Chu Feng, am the first to refuse!"

"So far, I swear to this sword that I will not break Xixia within one month, such as this sword!"

Chu Feng's fingers flicked. Bang, the Qingfeng sword that just cut Wu Yinglong's sword broke in an instant.

His eyes swept around, looking at a row of blood passionate face, high voice: "who would like to fight with me, side by side?"

Chen shouts: "why should we bury the sword first?"

Crash -

the next second, a hundred thousand troops came out of the scabbard, their swords pointed to the sky, and their momentum soared to the sky.

The yellow sand swept across the camp, a military flag danced, and the wind of hunting -

was blowing