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When the bewildered soldiers of the Desolate race were looking for Feng Wuhen who suddenly disappeared, the Snow Wolf Knife was already out of its sheath!

A fierce saber intent swept into the crowd unscrupulously!

"what!"

The screams rang out in an instant, and the dozens of soldiers of the Desolate Race who were closest to them were turned on their backs in an instant. Before they landed, they were all reduced to ashes!

Seeing this scene, a trace of fear that cannot be explained by words instantly enveloped everyone's hearts!

But there was no time left for them to react, because Feng Wuhen didn't stop, he seemed to have turned into a ghost, appearing and disappearing, appearing and disappearing, and people kept falling under his knife!

After a long time, apart from the dozens of soldiers who were still fighting fiercely with Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue at the gate of the camp, there were only a dozen people left in the entire camp, including the pale-faced Huang Wu.

Huang Wu froze on the spot, looking in horror at Feng Wuhen who finally stopped, his lips trembling slightly.

He never thought that killing people would be as simple as chopping wood and vegetables like Feng Wuhen.

"Who the hell are you?! A person from the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Realm or a person from the Fairy Trail?!"

Looking at Feng Wuhen, Huang Wu frowned and asked.

The Mozong was trapped in Beimang, and he could not think of anyone else who could do it except Xianzong and Shenyu Tiangong.

"From then on, there is only Tianyahai Pavilion in Xianqing Continent, nothing else!"

"I am the owner of the Tianyahai Pavilion, Feng Wuhen!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Huang Wu, and said lightly, with a ruthless sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"You are Feng Wuhen!? Feng Wuhen who killed the three God Realm Heavenly Officials in Shenyu Tiangong!? Feng Wuhen who defeated the fairy machine?!"

Huang Wu's figure trembled, and he asked with trembling lips.

Feng Wuhen's name has already spread throughout the Xianqing Continent.

"If you don't say that, I don't even know that there are so many rumors about me in Xianqing Continent."

Feng Wuhen smiled and said lightly.

"The Huangzu has no grievances with you, why did you kill my Huangzu mission today!?"

Huang Wu tried his best to control the fear in his heart, and asked in a deep voice.

"There is no hatred at all, but if you dare to attack the princess of the Lingdu Dynasty, you have touched my inverse scale. This is the price you have to pay!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Huang Wu and said lightly.

"Lan Wuxian sent you here?!"

Huang Wu frowned, gritted his teeth and asked.

"He? He is not qualified to order me to do things yet!"

"You shouldn't have come, but since you've come, don't even think about leaving alive! Not only you, but also the people hiding behind you, and your entire Desolate race! You all have to die! This is the price for violating Tianyahaige! "

Feng Wuhen said coldly, and slowly raised the Snow Wolf Knife in his hand again.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Huang Wu was completely stunned in place, his face turned ashen for an instant...

Chapter 318 Battle Letter

Ten miles outside Lingdu City.

The camp of the Desolate Race Mission.

"Protect the General!"

Seeing Feng Wuhen raised the knife in his hand again, the remaining soldiers of the Desolate race rushed up to Feng Wuhen again with fear in their hearts!

At the same time, the soldiers who were fighting with Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue at the gate of the camp also noticed the commotion here, turned their heads and rushed towards Feng Wuhen without paying attention to Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue!

A sneer flickered at the corner of Feng Wuhen's mouth, and the right hand holding the Snow Wolf Knife suddenly exerted force, and then he saw a golden and black aura enveloped his whole body in an instant!

After a blink of an eye, Feng Wuhen disappeared again in an instant!

"what!"

The desperate screams sounded again, and blood splashed instantly on Huangwu's throat!He fell straight back!

Those Soldiers of the Desolate race who braved their courage to rush forward also fell one after another, but until the moment they were reduced to ashes, they didn't see clearly where the sword came from!

Feng Wuhen is too fast!So fast that they could no longer trace it with the naked eye!All I saw was a scarlet bloody knife raging among the crowd!

After a long time, among the more than [-] Huang soldiers, except for those who died at the gate of the camp, only the last ten stood in front of Huang Wu's body.

The rest of the people had already been blown to nowhere with the evening wind at dusk.

Feng Wuhen looked at the ten remaining soldiers of the Desolate race, a sneer flickered at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly put away the Snow Wolf Knife.

But to Feng Wuhen's surprise, facing the tragic situation in front of him, none of the ten remaining soldiers of the Huang tribe begged for mercy, nor escaped, and they still stood firmly in front of Huang Wu's body.

Such a desolate race, no wonder Lan Wuxian is so jealous.

"I won't kill you guys, just take his body back and tell the king of the desolate race that one day, sooner or later, I will go to the desolate wasteland to take his head, and let him wait!"

Feng Wuhen took one last look at Huang Wu's body, sneered, turned and walked out of the camp.

The ten soldiers of the Huang race looked at Feng Wuhen who turned and left, with fear and resentment in their eyes, silently put away Huang Wu's body, and returned to the wasteland in grief.

The battle is about to start, and that corpse is the letter of war that Feng Wuhen sent to the King of the Desolate Race!

...

on the official road.

A black carriage drove slowly in the direction of Lingdu City.

Feng Wuhen was sitting on the shaft of the car, holding a jug in his hand, washing the Snow Wolf Knife that had been stained with the blood of more than one person since the day it was made, with a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He found himself liking the knife more and more now.

Compared with the Yitian Sword, the Snow Wolf Knife seems to be more connected with his mind. It may not be as sharp as the Yitian Sword, but it has endless bloodlust and arrogance.

Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue rode on both sides of the carriage, and no one spoke a word along the way.

Because the current Feng Wuhen seems to be more ruthless than when he was in Kyushu, and it is daunting. Even under that smile, there seems to be endless killing intent hidden.

"Xiaofeng, you have to go back to Kyushu."

At this moment, Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue were all taken aback.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise.

He thought he had done something wrong, and the cabinet wanted to drive him back to Kyushu.

"You have also seen that it is not a lie that the people of the Huang people are naturally brave and good at fighting. Just 500 people can have such a strong momentum. If the 50 army is really all suppressed, I am afraid that old man Lan Wuxian will not be able to bear it."

"In order for Xinyu's position as emperor to be secure, I have to find a way to help her, but after all, our manpower is limited and we need to transfer people from Kyushu."

Feng Wuhen frowned and said seriously.

The battle just now further strengthened his decision to mobilize manpower from Kyushu.

"Understood, Pavilion Master."

"But going back to Kyushu needs to cross the polar snow river. I'm afraid this journey will not be so easy."

Lu Xiaofeng said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, take Xiaobai with you when you go back. With Xiaobai here, it should be much smoother than when we came."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

"Okay, Pavilion Master."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and replied in a deep voice.

"Speed ​​up, you will set off overnight after you go back."

Feng Wuhen put away the Snow Wolf Saber and urged.

Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue agreed, and immediately accelerated, leaving Lingdu City along the way.

...

Royal Palace.

Prince. Palace.

"His Royal Highness, it's not good, something serious happened!"

"His Royal Highness, something has happened!"

Qiao An came to the prince's bedroom in a panic and shouted anxiously.

"What happened tonight?!"

Lan Muling's dissatisfied voice came from the sleeping hall just as she was about to go to bed.

"It's the camp of the Desolate Race Mission, something happened!"

Joan looked around and said in a low voice.

Soon, the door of the bedroom opened, and Lan Muling appeared at the door wearing a nightgown.

"What's wrong!?"

Lan Muling looked at Qiao An and asked solemnly.

Seeing Joan's panic-stricken expression, he had an ominous premonition.

"The news just came that Feng Wuhen led someone to break into the camp of the Desolate Clan mission, and killed Huang Wu with his own hands, leaving less than ten of the more than [-] Desolate Clan soldiers!"

Joan said with a pale face, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"what?!"

When Lan Muling heard it, she froze on the spot, unable to believe her ears.

"Once Huang Wu dies, the Huang Clan and the Lingdu Dynasty will inevitably go to war, and Her Royal Highness the Princess will escape without leaving the Lingdu City."

Joan frowned and said.

"Feng Wuhen!"

Lan Muling clenched her fists tightly, gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

The angry Lan Muling wanted to eat Feng Wuhen alive.

He didn't expect that he had worked so hard to get to where he is today. Seeing that the big event was about to happen, Feng Wuhen's random killing messed up the situation.

"Show me, I'm going to see my father!"

After speaking, Lan Muling turned around and went back to get dressed.

"His Royal Highness, you are..."

Upon hearing this, Joan asked with a puzzled look.

"I'm going to ask my father if he asked Feng Wuhen to kill him!"

Lan Muling said excitedly, and quickly put on her clothes, without even caring about her shoes, and went directly to Sleeping Dragon Hall.

But when Lan Muling came to the Sleeping Dragon Hall in a panic, Xue Shu stopped her, claiming that the emperor felt cold occasionally and no one was there.

Standing outside the Sleeping Dragon Hall, Lan Muling felt bitter and couldn't express it, but she didn't dare to trespass, and became an ant on the hot pot.

"Father! The camp where the Huangzu mission was stationed was attacked. Feng Wuhen killed Huangwu, the second son of the Huangzu! It caused a catastrophe! Do you want to stand by and watch?!"

"As soon as this happens, the Desolate Clan will definitely mobilize troops against our Lingdu Dynasty! The border is in danger! Father!? Father?!"

Anxiously, Lan Muling stood outside the Sleeping Dragon Hall and shouted, but no matter how much he shouted, Lan Wuxian disappeared.

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty should have taken medicine and fell asleep. If you have anything to do, you should come back tomorrow. Making such a loud noise might be detrimental to your identity."

Xue Shu stood aside respectfully and whispered.

"Boss Xue! Didn't you hear what I said?! Something big is going to happen! Why don't you go in and report quickly?!"

Lan Muling glared at Xue Shu and shouted sharply.

"His Royal Highness, it's getting late, you'd better go back and rest early."

Xue Shu was indifferent, and still respectfully stood there and said.