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The snow in the morning of Donghai suddenly became heavier in the evening. Lin Chuxue looked at the wall clock on the wall. She knew that the time for Chen Qiye to set off was almost up, and her heart was twisted like a rag, and it was heart-wrenching indescribable.

Now every minute and second in the past is as long as Lin Chuxue, and she is so full of words that she has nothing to say.

"Qianye, I'm so old, this is the first time I've seen such heavy snow. Where are you?" Lin Chuxue said with a smile.

"The snow in the northwest is even heavier. I will take you to the northwest to see the snow when you have time." Chen Qiye said with a smile.

"Well, yes, Qiye, you must keep your word..." Before Lin Chuxue finished speaking, there were loud bang bang, and the wall clocks on the wall rang one after another, which meant that Chen Qiye's departure time had come.

Although Chen Qiye also wanted to stay at home with Lin Chuxue so peacefully, the responsibility on his shoulders destined that he could not live like an ordinary person, and could only slowly push Lin Chuxue away from him.

"Chuxue, it's time for me to set off. Yan Jun is still waiting for me outside." Chen Qiye smiled.

Lin Chuxue was so scared that Zhao Long was responsible for the affairs of the clan again. Huang Yanjun volunteered to send Chen Qiye to Xujia Village.

"Qianye, give our children a name before leaving." Lin Chuxue tried hard not to show sadness.

"Just call it Chen Sixue." Chen Qiye's meaning is very simple. Both boys and girls call this name

After saying that, he no longer had any nostalgia for Huang Yanjun's car. Lin Chuxue rushed out of the door and ran forward desperately, wanting to send more Chen Qiye away.

But when Huang Yanjun knew that this was not the kindness of a woman, he stepped on the accelerator and the red Ferrari quickly disappeared into the vast snow.

In the car, Huang Yanjun deliberately didn't even turn on the heating, because only in this way can he adapt to the battle between ice and snow faster.

"Chen Qiye, I'm a little nervous." Huang Yanjun said with red lips slightly white.

"What's so nervous about this?" Chen Qiye said with a funny look.

Huang Yanjun wished he could open his mouth and bit Chen Qiye to death. Today is the time to fight with the Song family. I don’t know how many people he wants to sacrifice, but Chen Qiye is still in the mood to joke?

"Chen Qiye, even if you comfort someone, you don't have to joke like this, right?" Huang Yanjun said angrily. In her opinion, Chen Qiye must be comforting herself and said such words.

But Huang Yanjun never thought about Chen Qiye’s experience in the past ten years, has he experienced little such things?

"I'm not comforting you, dead people, or how to die. For people like me, it's like talking about whether breakfast is soy milk or fried dough sticks." Chen Qiye said lightly.

Huang Yanjun's pupils shrank, and he instantly remembered that Chen Qiye, in addition to the East China Sea God of War, also has another title, that is, the God of Night. How many life-and-death battles a man has to go through to have such a title?

"Chen Qiye, I want to go to the battlefield too!" Huang Yanjun said. After learning martial arts for so many years, she felt that her skills were no worse than those of a strong man.

"good."

As time goes by, cars keep driving into the Xu family's ancestral land and Xujia Village.

Although there are already many cars in Xujia Village, the heavy snow quickly covered the rut marks, as if no one had ever come.

The reason why Song Qingcong placed the first battlefield in Xujia Village was because he wanted to take the Xu clan sacrifice flag. If the indigenous people in the two places win today, then the Song family will become a thing of the past. If they lose, then Xujia Village is just the beginning.

"There is another aristocratic family, what should we do?"

"Damn, Song Qingcong's move is really cruel. He won't announce it sooner or later, but he chose to announce it before the war comes. This is to make us lose our straits."

"Today, not only Mr. Chen's family came to persuade him to surrender, but also from my family."

"My house is here too."

………

It rained all night long, and the boat was late and the wind was on the head.

Many of the clan leaders gathered in the Xu family's ancestral home were a little nervous. They were either afraid of death or were meaningless. After all, the people who went to the battle were their tribesmen and their children and grandchildren. This situation did not improve slightly until Chen Qiye entered the Xu family's ancestral home.

"Mr. Chen, a war is about to break out, and people's hearts are unsure are taboos. We have been hit by Song Qingcong's trick." Xu Que said with a very ugly expression.

Song Qingcong didn't say it early or late, but he chose to send people to the homes of major clan leaders to persuade them to surrender this morning, and revealed that there was another family, which undoubtedly caused a sharp knife to be inserted into the major clans.

"Song Qingcong has the Li family as his helper, and we also have helpers." Chen Qiye said lightly.

As soon as these words were said, people's hearts were suddenly calm.

"Damn it, since everyone has help, we are afraid of a bird."

"Yes, I'm afraid he's a ghost!"

"We must kill Song Qingcong today."

...

Many patriarchs were in the Xu family's ancestral home, saying swear words, as if only in this way could they comfort their hearts that were ready to move before the war came.

"Chen Qiye, we really have helpers, too?" Huang Yanjun asked carefully.

"Borrowed." Chen Qiye said.

When Huang Yanjun wanted to continue to be specific, a manic tornado suddenly resounded through the sky of Xujia Village, and the sound was loud and loud.

Many patriarchs immediately walked out of the Xu family's ancestral home and saw a helicopter hovering over the Xu family's burgundy field. After circling for more than ten minutes, they landed.

The Xu family has been a prominent family in Wuhua since ancient times. The Xu family's glutinous yard is the size of a football field, so the helicopter is not so abrupt when parked on the glutinous yard. This is the energy of the Song family.

Even though Song Qingcong was in control of his wise bead, he still left a way out for himself. As long as the situation was wrong, he immediately fled from both places by helicopter and made a comeback.

"Chen Qiye, the auspicious time has come. Do you really not surrender?" Song Qingcong shouted at Chen Qiye from afar.

Chen Qiye didn't say anything. Zhao Long stepped forward, and pointed his sword straight at Song Qingcong and shouted: "The person with the surname Song has no word surrender in our dictionary."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Long stepped forward again, two and three steps. At this time, there was nothing behind Song Qingcong except for one plane. If Zhao Long could kill Song Qingcong unilaterally, this battle could be avoided, but how could Song Qingcong return alone?

When Zhao Long reached the tenth step, a car roared overwhelmed by the sky. A steel city wall was built between Zhao Long and Song Qingcong, and then countless men in black were accustomed to leaving like lees and stood behind Song Qingcong.

Even though there was heavy snow on the sky, Zhao Long could still feel the rapid and substantial murderous intent and hit him.

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At this time, countless sounds of door-pushing suddenly exploded in the sky, blocking the murderous intent of the black-clothed square formation. The dead soldiers of many large clans of Donghai and Wuhua gradually approached from around Xujia Village and stood behind their clan leader.

A huge and magnificent battle was about to break out.

But neither side took a step forward. The heavy snow first flooded everyone's naked feet and then to their calves. Song Qingcong's patience was almost worn out.

"There is no armor left!"

Song Qingcong waved his hand and hundreds of dead soldiers from the Song and Li families took a big step, which made Xujia Village shaky.

Chen Qiye gave Zhao Long a wink. As the agent of the God of War, the patriarch of the Zhao clan in the East China Sea, he was the first to bear the brunt.

"My Donghai, Wuhua men, follow me to kill the dogs of the Song family!"

Zhao Long roared with blue veins all over his body, and then he took the lead in charging. A bright steel knife dragged straight to the ground, like a gust of wind, rushed towards the Song family's square formation in small steps, and sounded the horn of the attack between the two places.

Dozens of dead soldiers from Zhaojia Village rushed out with steel knives.

Xu family!

Chen Family!

Bai Family!

Qujia!

Yang Family!

Zhang Family!

Xing Family!

………….

The East China Sea and Wuhua, six prominent clans, more than a dozen clans, and nearly a thousand clans, each of them held steel knives in their hands and determined to die, and rushed towards the black square formation of the Song and Li families. With just a few breaths, the two square formations collided together.

Like an avalanche, like a tsunami, like a mountain collapse, a showdown between the pride of the barbarian and the civilization of the superiors, eventually turned into a steel knife in his hand, and hundreds of sparks were criticized in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!