Xuanyuan Che took a bet on his own life and won this game.

He missed the sight and ignored the game.

The price of this defeat is that Tianchen can sit on the wall, and his proud cloud will fall into the heat.

Slowly raised his head, the eyes of a lonely night flashed a look that no one knows.

One step is the difference.

In the month of Haoyue, he took a step late and was robbed by Xuanyuan Che.

Now he lost another move and was placed in such a place.

Xuanyuan Che, Xuanyuan Che.

Eyes, cold, and the fingers are slowly gripping.

The paper strips, under the strong internal force squeeze, become debris and drift down, floating on the white jade ground.

The surrounding arrogant and heavy ministers saw this, and they couldn’t help but look at each other and their eyes flashed in the air.

What does it mean?

Coldly watching the debris falling, a strange cold in the eyes of the alone night.

"Come to..."

The icy sound of the sound was in the night, spreading from the Aoyun Palace.

It’s not so easy to be a fan of the world.

In the summer, like a flying past, it quickly entered the end of summer.

Compared with the Central Plains proud cloud country and the snow holy country rushing into the sky, Tianchen still does not move.

On the grassland, Xuanyuan Che and Haoyue are working together in a joyful joint effort.

Although entered the end of summer.

However, this weather is even hotter than in the summer.

The red sun shines on the top of the head, giving a feeling of being baked.

The soldiers are under the city and the two sides hold each other.

From the border of the eastern part of the Huns and the border of Beimu, all the way to the hinterland of the Xiongnu, Wangcheng Shengsheng outside the grassland.

As long as the Northern Shepherd's hoof passes through this lush grassland, the former King of the Xiongnu Shengjing is equal to the mastery of Beimu.

The demise of the Xiongnu or its rise is based on the final battle of this lush grassland.