I built the Xian Qin multiverse empire

Back then, Tai Shi Hong Xuanji led Mo Daowei to create a miracle of 8,000 and 100,000 horses, saving Yang Pan from the realm of mortality, and those 8,000 Mo Daowei were all martial artists, and most of them were innate martial artists.

Until now, although the imperial master Hong Xuanji no longer led the troops, the eight thousand sword guards were still under Hong Xuanji, and they were still the division of the town and country of Daqian, which showed the supreme gift of the emperor.

Twenty years ago, Hong Xuanji and Yang Tuo were the martial saints of Daqian's Zhenguo, and now when they look around, everywhere they look, they are all martial saints and immortals, and just seeing them makes Deng Yuantong lose the desire to resist.

Only now did he understand why the South China Sea countries had fallen so quickly.

On the battlefield, the fiery masculinity and endless killing qi covered the four fields, even the ghost immortals who had survived one or two thunder calamities did not dare to make a move in this situation, and Mr. Duan Da beside Yan Zhen had not yet achieved the ghost immortals, and he did not even dare to probe out the divine soul thoughts.

Roar!

A huge roar shook Mr. Duan's soul and shivered, and the feeling was like meeting the overlord at the top of the food chain, showing boundless terror.

The defeat was far from enough to describe the disastrous defeat of the Jing navy, and Yan Zhen, who was lying in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, was almost as white as a dead man at this time.

"Great handsome... Drop it... I can't fight..."

The commander of the guards said loudly with a crying voice, this ironclad man had never cried in the previous thirty years of his career, but at this time he wanted to cry because of unprecedented despair.

Roar!

In Yan Zhen's eyes, a large expanse of gold occupied his field of vision, the wind howled, cutting the air like a sharp blade, and then an incomparably huge, hideous, and violent figure fell from the sky, with an arrogant arrogance.

Roar!

This Golden Dragon King landed on the battleship where Yan Zhen was, and even the breath of swallowing carried a hot temperature, causing the air to be slightly distorted.

This golden dragon was more than 100 meters in the field, its head was fierce, its wings were nearly 200 meters, and when it fell, its wings flashed, setting off a storm and roaring in all directions, making the people on the battleship unstable.

Standing next to this giant beast, the body size of a normal person is like an ant, bringing people an incomparable fear and oppression.

"Yan Zhen, the commander of the Jing navy, is it a battle or a surrender. "

A figure wearing dark armor walked to the edge of the golden dragon's back, looking down at Yan Zhen condescendingly, and his voice roared.

It was Yue Fei.

"I... I...... Fall..."

Yan was shocked to tears, and fell to the ground with his knees weak.

"It's good, you made a good one. "

Yue Fei's face was calm, the strength of the two sides was already seriously unequal, Daqin casually grabbed someone, and the outcome of the battle would not be different.

The white flag was hung on the commander's battleship, and the Jing navy army breathed a sigh of relief.

The strength is far inferior to the enemy army, and the reason why they are still fighting with the enemy army is just a breath in their hearts and military discipline is supporting, and now that even the boss has surrendered, they have no reason to support it anymore.

The Jing navy lost tens of thousands of warships, and according to statistics after the war, thousands were lost and more than 50,000 people died.

"Can you make me defeated. "

Yan Zhen looked up at Yue Fei, who was commanding and constantly giving orders.

"Say it. "

Yue Fei said lightly.

"Where did you come from, and what army are you?" asked Yan Zhen, not knowing this question, he was blind to death.

"Daqin. "

Yue Fei was concise.

Daqin?

Yan Zhen searched in his mind, there is Yunmeng in the east, bordering Daqian, and then in the past is Rouran, Rouran is the easternmost country, the north is Yuantu, and the strongest in the west is Huoluo, but Daqin he has never heard of it.

Such a powerful country cannot be nameless.

Could it be the outer heavens?

Yan Zhen's heart shook, and a deep chill rose:

"Is the strength of the Outer Heavens so strong, martial saints, immortals, are they all small soldiers, and what does Daqian use to resist?"

............

At this time, in Shuiyang Province, the southernmost province of Daqian, in a palatial mansion, on the martial arts training ground in the backyard, a man wearing a moon-white sprinkled gold arrow sleeve dress, a purple-gold ribbon tied around his waist, a yellow face, two beards on his mouth, a length of eight feet, and an even person in every place in his body, was practicing boxing techniques one move at a time.

His fist technique was extremely clever, and when he flashed, Chunyan skimmed the water and was not as agile as him.

But his boxing technique, the strength is extremely fierce, a punch, is a scream that tears the air, hundreds of punches in a row, the entire square circle of three thousand meters of martial arts training ground, all are one after another breaking the air sharp roar.

"Meru-chakra!"

Between the shaking of others, a low drink, a body shaking, a distance of thirty or forty meters, grabbed in an instant, a punch.

Bang!

A large iron pile standing next to the martial arts training ground was hit by this punch, as if it had suffered an explosive blast, and it exploded in an instant, and the sky was full of iron filings.

Then, without stopping, with a few more punches, these thick iron piles exploded one after another.

This person is Hong Yi's half-brother, Hong Kang, the governor of Shuiyang Province!

At the age of fifteen, he went to the army for training, and for five years, he became a general at the age of twenty, another five years, a soldier at the age of twenty-five, and a governor of Shuiyang at the age of twenty-six.

However, this is also due to his prominent birth and the deep-rooted power of the Zhao family in the south.

A woman next to her wearing a green gauze skirt with a jade chain around her waist praised: "Lord Kang's fist cultivation, I am afraid that he has already entered the realm of the Great Master, I think even if Xi Shao, as the Grand Commander of the Divine Machine Battalion, he is only afraid that he will be one step slower than Lord Kang in cultivation." "

Hong Xi's face was mature and sharp, and when he heard this, he said flatly: "I have been in the Great Grandmaster for some time, and the eldest brother's martial arts qualifications are even better than mine, I am afraid that it is not far from the Martial Saint." "

After speaking, he changed his tone: "Concubine Yan, have you received the exact news?

Concubine Zhao frowned and said, "It is likely that she was poisoned by Hong Yi." "

"Hong Yi, he is just a small character, he can't make any big waves, Fei Rong is a martial arts method, I am not an opponent, pinching Hong Yi to death is like pinching an ant, this time such a big thing happened, it may not be the hand of someone who is too good!

Hong Kang flicked his nails, like flying ants.