After the winter, the weather changed every day. Li Xinglan stood on the wall of Nanyang City, wrapped in a thick winter coat.

Looking into the distance, his mood was as cold as snow falling in the sky.

It seems that it's time to do it.

Before January, after Wu Qiguo's army quickly took control of the original defense line of the Dali Garrison in Jiujiang City, the coach Zhao Zhanyuan soon moved the temporary headquarters to Xiahe City.

With the food in Xiahe City, Wu Qi Nation's army didn't panic at all, just constantly conquering the army from Wu Qi Nation, and at the same time practiced overnight in Xiahe City.

Outside, there were more than 100,000 elite troops, confronting the defenders of Dali.

It is no exaggeration to say that Xiahe City's current Wuqi Nation army, coupled with the terrain of Xiahe City itself is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even Dali has millions of armored men, and if they want to win, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Li Xinglan knew what Zhao Zhanyuan, the old fox was waiting for, in fact, now Dali had already fallen into an extremely passive situation.

In the Northwest Theater, Pu Wang Pu Liao led an army of 200,000 and merged more than 100,000 clans and allied forces, totaling more than 300,000 Northwest Army. They were as powerful as possible, defeating the major generals in the Northwest Theater, and were defeated steadily.

Li Xinglan heard that in three or five days at the latest, King Pu's army will be on the way to the Imperial City of Kyoto.

In the Eastern Theater, the Six Nation's iron cavalry suddenly took action, directly destroying the Tianhe Nation, which had good relations with Dali, destroying the country all the way, with the sword pointing to the hinterland of Dali, the Imperial City of Kyoto.

In the southern theater, it goes without saying that Li Xinglan’s previous mystery operations directly gave up resistance and insisted on holding Nanyang City, which led to the passive situation in the entire southern theater. He could only watch Wu Qiguo's continuous addition of reinforcements and wait for others. All-out decisive battle.

In the four major war zones of the Dali Dynasty, only the north is quiet and weird. The strange thing is that in such a three-sided situation, the Dali Emperor is as stable as an old dog, and has never transferred the 100,000 forbidden troops in the north back to Kyoto, or Transferred to reinforcements in other theaters.

You must know that the 100,000 imperial troops under the control of Wuhou are the real elite of Dali. No matter which theater they are sent to, the deterrence is extremely terrifying, no less than the momentum of a million troops.

"His Royal Highness, Duke Huai is here!"

A soldier suddenly ran over and said a piece of news that made Li Xinglan both unexpected and take it for granted.

"Go and bring Duke Huai here, I won't be too lazy to take this trip."

Li Xinglan said so.

Between him and Li Ang, he doesn't need to be so polite, and he knows the other party's intentions very well.

After a while, Li Ang climbed to the top of the city and stood beside Li Xinglan. The two looked at the empty and quiet Nanyang city outside at the same time, without speaking for a long time.

"Don't wait anymore?"

It was Li Xinglan who spoke first.

"No, my father is in a very difficult situation now. Although your second brother told me before, the later I get hunting in the imperial city, the more I can get it, the more I can play a role in determining the world in the first battle, but I am worried about my father. What's the accident?"

With that, Li Ang took out a war note from his arms, and after reading it with a frown, Li Xinglan nodded and said.

"It's really unstoppable."

"Eighteen powerful dragons in the Dragon Realm, jointly wrote the battle book, to challenge the father on the eve of New Year's Eve, which I had never thought of before."

Between Li An's eyebrows and Yu, there was a hint of worries, and his tone was solemn.

"Second brother, you said Father, can you win?"

"If the father is defeated, what will my Dali dynasty use to contend against these eighteen dragon transforming experts?"

Li Xinglan squeezed the battle book in his hand hard, an unprecedented dazedness appeared in his eyes, shaking his head at a loss.

"Eighteen powerful dragons..."

Only after a while, Li Xinglan's eyes regained a sharp light, as if a real murderous intent shot out from his eyes, he looked at the book of the war, headed by the name of the person, said in a cold voice.

"The ancient rebels are indeed a good method, and they are able to unite with so many powerful dragons!"

"This time, if Dali has overcome the difficulties, we will have spent tens of thousands of years of the end of Dali, and decided to retain them!"

"Xiao'an, don't underestimate our father's emperor. He was far away in the northwest, and his father was able to retreat all over his body. Now that there are dragon veins in Kyoto, the eighteen dragon-transforming realm powerhouses may not be able to get a bargain!"

Li An regained confidence in his eyes, nodded fiercely, and said solemnly.

"Then I will take the Nanhuai army like Kyoto tonight!"

Li Xinglan nodded, looked at Li An's back, suddenly thought for a moment, then said.

"and many more!"

Ang Lee turned back again and looked at Li Xinglan puzzledly. The latter slowly took out a dark wooden box from his arms, handed it to Ang Lee, and said sternly.

"This thing, you take it with you, it should be able to save your life in a critical moment. Any attack under the dragon transforming powerhouse, it should be able to block and protect you."

"If you encounter a strong person in the Dragon Transformation Realm, use this thing with caution and go."

Ang Li solemnly took it, and he wanted to say a few times before he stopped. He always wanted to ask something, but since the second brother didn't want to say it, he really didn't want to ask questions, so he could only give up.

"Second brother, take care, Xiaoan is gone."

Li Xinglan watched Li Anyuan go, and then stared indifferently at the names of dragons and phoenixes on the battle book in his hand, and his muttering voice was full of cold killing intent.

"Transforming Dragon Realm...!"

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To the east of Dali, there is a huge gorge with rugged rocks and bushes and weeds.

Bang bang bang!

Rumble!

"Hahaha, the master of the master has achieved great demon skills, and there is no resistance in the world. The Emperor of Dali, more than 20 years ago, you and that woman worked together to suppress the master of this master. Now, it is time for you to pay your blood debts!"

"Destroy my demon gate, destroy my demon palace, and suppress this demon lord who has been slicing snow and freezing for more than 20 years on this day. This time, I will definitely want you to die without a place to be buried!"

A world-famous demon, unkempt, skinny, black flames over his body, magic power sheltering the body, breath piercing the sky, looking at all directions.

Clang...!

The dull sound of iron chains came from the quiet and quiet valley. The demon head also pointed to a sword, slashing viciously towards the shackles on his legs.

Keng!

The chain was intact, and the demon was so angry that his hair and hair were stretched, his long hair danced wildly, and he screamed.

"Ahhhh, that damn woman, actually locked this leader with a heavenly lock, Damn it!"

"Huh, wait for the leader to go for a while, and then level your Da Li Jing!"

The old demon dragged the heavy sky meteorite wire, soaring from the depths of the canyon to the far east.

On the snowy ground in the extreme east, the old demon head of the Demon Cult suddenly saw the banners hunting below, and the endless six national iron riders galloped towards Dali.

The old demon, who wanted to figure out what had happened, suddenly fell from the clouds and the void, and suddenly appeared on the snow, in front of the many generals of the six nations.

"Call!"

"Who are you?"

The warlords of the Six Nations were awe-inspiring. The breath of this guy who appeared suddenly was so terrible, powerful enough to make people scared, and his scalp was numb.

Could it be the Kingdom of Dali, who was sent to attack the dragon-transformation powerhouse? !

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