It's like falling into boundless hell.

The royal bloodline is in the body.

Tuoba and Shuo have never been so embarrassed after looking down on each other's life.

I've never been so helpless.

In an instant, a young face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Shura Evil Ghost!

Nine Heavens Killing God!

He didn't know what words to use to describe the young man.

But that face was his lifelong nightmare.

"Huhh!"

The north wind is shrill.

Scroll down the remaining snow on the ridge.

Beat outside the door.

"Gudong!"

Tuoba Heshuo's body became soft and he fell on the chair.

The light in my eyes has long dimmed.

Still remember.

A winter night three years ago.

It was also snowing heavily.

That night.

The late emperor passed away.

He announced the will and ordered his third son Tuoba Yinhong to inherit the throne and take charge of China.

The imperial power changes.

But the one who succeeded the throne was not the eldest son, the Crown Prince Tuoba and Shuo.

It's night.

Tuoba Heshuo made the grounds that Tuoba Yinhong tampered with the will of his will and intended to rebel.

Gathering 100,000 imperial guards.

Want to break through the palace gate and seize the imperial power!

That night, Tuoba and Shuo were full of energy.

Aspiring to win the throne is a must.

after all.

The entire imperial guards in the imperial city were in his own hands.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers!

Steps are like drums!

Killing sound is like thunder!

The army swept over like dark clouds.

Who can stop it!

Who dares to stop it?

Can.

It was that devilish boy who led only more than a hundred people to guard the cemetery.

Facing tens of thousands of heroic troops, he is not afraid.

Only one combination.

All senior generals in the army were killed.

Before Tuoba and Shuo even had time to react, they became prisoners, defeated like a mountain, and all 100,000 soldiers and horses surrendered.

Fighting for three thousand miles in one go.

One sword once served as a million masters.

That night.

The young man became famous in China.

He is known as the youngest god of war in China.

Three years after spring and autumn.

The appearance in Tuoba Heshuo's memory has long been blurred.

But the jade plaque hanging around the boy's waist that day was particularly clear.

That night.

There are many swords and guns.

The flames are blazing.

The young python robe dances in the wind.

Standing proudly before the army of tens of millions.

The jade plaque shaking around the waist.

Under the fire.

The four books have particularly obvious fonts.
Chapter completed!