With the blood-colored round sword, the camp of revenge began.

The blue sky and white clouds are flying above our heads.

On the high and wide blue sky, there was a slight redness and a dazzling slight redness.

That is the color of revenge.

Liu Yue and Dugu Ye joined forces to open the battlefield in Aoyun Kingdom.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Che had also arrived at the Snow Holy Kingdom.

Since Xuesheng Kingdom is located in a westward position, the road is not as easy as the flat river in Aoyun Kingdom.

Therefore, the Wushen Palace of the Ming Island to conquer the Five Saints of the Feathers and it took two days to attack the capital of the Snow Holy Kingdom.

It was so slower than the Four Saints of Gold, Wood, Water and Earth, and the siege camp only took three days to attack.

The four saints of gold, wood, water and soil were unable to take down the capital of Aoyun Kingdom after five days of attack.

It is conceivable that it is unlikely to win the capital of the Snow Holy Kingdom in three days.

Although the tragic tragedy of defending the city was comparable to Ao Yun.

Snow Holy Kingdom Palace.

"Is Xuanyuan Che coming?" Yun Zhao jumped up with a bang, his serious face turned gentler.

"Yes, I have arrived at Balikou, only five miles away from our city."

Han Zhang, the largest general of the Snow Holy Kingdom, replied loudly.

There was also an unconcealed excitement and joy on his face.

"Okay, okay, here, finally here, here, finally here." Lord Snow Holy Kingdom, who was on the throne, breathed a long sigh and said with joy.

The civil officials in the court also swept away their pale faces at this time, and their expressions began to fly.

Yun Zhaoxin was already settled at this time.

Xuanyuan Che is here, so everything is easy to say.

The bright eyes swept across the ministers below.

The generals who had been standing on the city wall also heard the news. They came down from the city wall one by one and gathered in the hall.

Constrain the joy in your eyes and turn a trace of bloodthirst.

Yun Zhao clapped his hands coldly, stared at the five generals who were kneeling on one knee below and begging for the orders, and said in a deep voice: "What should I do? Do I need to say it again?"

"No need." He spoke in unison and answered firmly.

Yunzhao nodded: "That's good."
Chapter completed!