Chen Zhuo felt completely at peace when he saw Chen Xiaojun coming back.

Although Chen Xiaojun was covered in blood and had a pale face, it could be seen that her injuries were not too serious.

"King Nan, thank you."

Chen Zhuo bowed to Xu Yi, feeling very grateful.

"King of the South?"

Chen Zhuo shouted relaxedly, but Ling Zhi felt like the sky collapsed in his heart.

Everyone knows that the dragon has the king of all directions.

Chen Zhuo was the king of the northern border, and there were kings in the east and west original states. There was also a king in the former southern border. He died two years ago and died in the southern border. He cried for three months.

Cangmang took the opportunity to send troops and almost pushed southern Xinjiang.

In times of crisis, a young man named Xu Mutian stood out, took charge of the military power in the southern border, retreated to the vast army, and stabilized the overall situation.

Two years later, under the leadership of this young man, he even killed the capital of Cangmang, which scared Cangmang's whole country to surrender.

Not long ago, this young man was officially enthroned by the Tianlong Kingdom as the new generation of King of Southern Xinjiang. He is also the leader of the hundreds of generals of Tianlong, and is called Mutian War God.

"Are you Xu Mutian, the king of Tianlong's southern border?"

Ling Wei's heart sank to the bottom.

Why did the king of southern border appear in the northern border?

Kouen's doubts also emerged in Ling Ling's mind.

"Hunting King."

Xu Yi bowed his hand.

Although he is the enemy king, he still needs to give some respect.

Moreover, Ling Zhi, a man, fought and killed countless wars throughout his life. He also grew up from an unknown soldier and eventually became a king and became a genius of a generation.

When he was young, the hunting country was the biggest conscientious problem of the dragon.

It is also for this reason that Chen Zhuo gave up on the southern border, the East China Sea and the West China and chose to station in the northern border.

For decades, Tianlong's border defense has been in constant wars, and Chen Zhuo has protected the northern border and is not invaded by hunting countries.

The other three soldiers also sacrificed their lives and shed their blood, giving Tianlong a time for stable development in exchange for Tianlong's country.

Nowadays, Tianlong is becoming more and more prosperous, but the hunting country has followed the old path of Tianlong. Its military force is losing its military force, and its national strength is declining. One of the pillars of the hunting country, the hunting king Lingxuan, is already old.

This conspiracy was planned for a long time, and even hesitated to mobilize the elderly Ling Ling.

If Xu Yi hadn't gone north to seek medicine, it might have really made the hunting country's conspiracy succeed, and the hunting country finds new opportunities and rejuvenates.

Unfortunately, God will mess with people.

The once powerful hunting country is destined to decline!

"Xu Mutian! What about Xu Mutian! Where is Kouen?"

Ling Ling had actually guessed the result, but he was still lucky and wanted to hear the news of Kouen's escape.

Xu Yi said lightly: "I used two shots a thousand meters away."

Ling Ling suddenly felt a terrifying wave of air.

His hair and beard were angry, and he was so sad and angry that he was crazy.

"Two shots! Two shots! The dignified King of the Southern Kingdom, you actually... hahaha... Xu Mutian, are you afraid that he will leave alive and pay the price of bleeding to the North!"

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ling Ling's words were sowed and disagreeable, and they were simply heartbroken.

Xu Yi is the king of southern Xinjiang and is in charge of the affairs of southern Xinjiang. This is the place where the king of Beizhao is Chen Zhuo.

Why is the King of Southern fearing that the Northern Territory will pay the price? Does the King of Southern Territory have the idea of ​​getting involved in the Northern Territory?

Xu Yi curled his lips, looked at Ling Ling, who looked like an angry lion, and shook his head: "I thought that even if the hunting king Ling Ling was old, he should be a stubborn person. I didn't expect that he would be sowed with words?"

"Chen Zhuo, you should be careful."

Ling Yan turned to Chen Zhuo and said, "He is younger than you. If he marrys your daughter, he will be in the southern border and the northern border, and he will be in the hands of him. Tianlong will have his surname Xu."

"Old man Ling, your words really make me look down on you."

Chen Zhuo put the ice crystal sword across the long sword, and his murderous intent was boiling: "Today is your death day."

"Hahaha! Xu Mutian, do you dare to fight me alone?" Ling Ling laughed wildly.

Xu Yi shook his head: "The war between the two countries is not a competition, so why fight alone?"

"Coward!" Ling Ling was furious.

"Just think I am a coward."

Xu Yi Mutian pointed in front of the spear: "Black King, you and me, the King of Hunting."

"I can't wait for what I want!"

Swish!

In an instant, Chen Zhuo and Xu Yi moved at the same time.

One in front and one behind, one sword and one gun, came with a pincer attack.

"Today, I will kill the two kings of the Tianlong and the South and the North at my feet! Keep the hunting country peaceful forever! Hahahaha..."

Fang Tian's painting halberd swung, killing endlessly.

The sound of jingling sounds, the shadow of the gun appears frequently, the sword energy crisscrosses, and the Fangtian painting halberd is defeated by the unparalleled power!

The battle between the three kings is rare.

Although Ling Ling was old, he knew that he could no longer escape today. With ambition to die, he burst out with the last power and wanted to bring Xu Yi and Shen Zhuo together to bury him.

The sharp cyclone spread throughout the venue, and within twenty meters everything was ruthlessly shattered.

This is a war between three generations of war god-level powerful men!

Three people, better than thousands of troops, become the last glory in this war.

"Kill!"

The red blood covers the white snow.

Between red and white, is death and the abyss!

No matter how strong the hunting army is, it is difficult to resist.

The troops in Jihan City were already victorious, and the hunting army tried hard to resist and prevent them from breaking through, just to make Kouen's contribution.

As a result, as Kouen said, the second battlefield did not survive, including Kouen himself.

Five thousand remaining troops fought one after another, exhausted, but broke their own shackles and became even more ferocious.

Plus front and back attacks!

In this battle, the Hunting Army tried its best.

But they are still going to die!

When the last person of the hunting army was surrounded, he roared and committed suicide by slashing his own sword.

The entire battlefield fell into a silence like a ghost.

And in the distance, the battle between the Three Kings is about to come to an end.

"When I was tycooning the world, Chen Zhuo was still playing with mud!"

"When I was appointed as the king and the general, there was no Xu Mutian in the world!"

"So what about the two kings in the north and south? I fight alone in the two kings, and I will be unparalleled in the world!"

A general is like a beauty, and he is not allowed to see white hair.

Ling Ling, the hero is already in twilight.

When Fang Tian Painting Salmon swept across again, the terrifying explosion forced Xu Yi and Shen Zhuo to retreat.

The war has come to an end.

Ling Wei stood tall in the wind and snow, holding the square sky painting halberd in his hand, and roared at the sky.

"I... can't protect the hunting country..."

Two lines of old tears fell, and the hunting king Ling, one of the three kings of the hunting country, had no sound.

The turbid tears failed to fall to the ground and became ice.

Woo woo...

The shrill and cold wind was like a knife, sobbing and roaring.

Ling Ling, who never fell until his death, silenced the whole world.
To be continued...