He looked up at the sky and calculated in his hand.

After a long time, his face was shocked.

Looking at the rebuilt Xiyuan Prince's Mansion, Hou Yuanqin grinned: "My king does have the style of a king. He has walked out of his own path and style. Hou Yuanqin was wrong."

As he said that, Hou Yuanqin bowed.

August 30th.

Nishihara once again attracted the attention of the whole country.

The north and south sent troops to attack Xiyuan while Xiyuan was weak.

Qiu Hentian had just restored the God-casting Sword, and the cold light was cold.

He put on the battlefield, and the bloody cloak fluttered in the wind, laughing loudly.

"What should the enemy invade in Nishihara?"

"kill!"

Nishihara, the war begins again.

In the capital, the imperial magistrate was very entangled.

He thought that Qiu Hentian would lose, and if he lost, he would die, and if he died, there would be no threat.

But once Qiu Hentian loses, Xiyuan is broken, and Liangzhou will be lost all the way to the north and south, and Yizhou and Bingzhou will be threatened.

Hesitated for a long time, Di Hao gave up his actions and did nothing, just waiting for the result.

The people of Liangzhou were looking at the Xiyuan War Zone.

Tianlong Jiuzhou, waiting for news.

The southern border, the northern border, and the East China Sea were all watching.

Time passes.

September has passed.

It's golden autumn in October, and it's mid-year.

North and South Vietnam were defeated and fled from the battlefield in a panic.

At this time, Xiyuan, 800,000 new soldiers fought continuously, and the young and middle-aged Liangzhou rushed into Xiyuan all the time.

When the North and South Vietnam retreated, Xiyuan had completed the training of troops, and 1.2 million Xiyuan's heroes were formed, and they followed Qiu Hentian's orders!

At this point, Xiyuan is safe.

"Strictly speaking, Qiu Hen Genius is the real king." Chen Zhuo and Xu Yi each made their voices.
Chapter completed!