I awakened the storyteller system

Ye Wentian looked at the corpse of the strong man of the foreign race in front of him, and casually held it in his hand, broke through the space crack and stood on the nine heavens.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the foreign race all widened their eyes, as if seeing a ghost, but they quickly realized and ran towards the direction they came from.

You must know that the alien strongman that Ye Wentian just beheaded was the commander of the alien army in Nanhuang. Now that their own commander has been beheaded, how can they have the desire to continue fighting!
"wind!"

"wind!"

"Gale!"

"Brothers! The head coach of the enemy army is dead, and the morale of the enemy army has been corrupted. Follow me!"

Daqin's coach roared, and rushed forward with a long sword in his hand.

Behind the commander-in-chief of Daqin, countless Daqin soldiers said: "Jiujiu, old Qin, why not be afraid of death!" They quickly formed a team and rushed towards the fleeing alien army.

The foreign soldiers who no longer had the desire to fight were still opponents of the Great Qin soldiers. In just one round, the foreign army dispersed like insects and birds.

Ye Wentian didn't know when he came to Fusu's side and said: "This battlefield is almost the same. The main battlefield of the alien race is at the northern border of Daqin. Let's go there!"

At this time, Lin Qingwan came to Ye Wentian and opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't make any sound.

"Miss Lin, what's the matter?"

Ye Wentian looked at Lin Qingwan and asked with a calm expression.

Lin Qingwan shook her head bitterly when she heard Ye Wentian's words and said, "Mr. Ye, there's nothing wrong, I just want to tell you to be careful."

After Lin Qingwan finished speaking, she thought in her heart: Why did I leave Mr. Ye in the first place.

Then he grabbed Zhao Xiaoxue who was beside him and rushed towards the foreign army. The long sword in his hand was like the scythe of death, and every time he swung it, he would take away the life of a foreign soldier.

"Hey!"

Ye Wentian glanced at Lin Qingwan and Zhao Xiaoxue, sighed faintly, and pulled Fusu to fly towards the northern part of Daqin.

On the way, Fusu looked at Ye Wentian suspiciously and asked, "Master, are you really not going to drag Lin Qingwan and Zhao Xiaoxue into Tianji Pavilion to work? Both of them are not low in talent!"

From Fusu's point of view, the cultivation and bloodlines of both of them are not inferior to his own, and pulling them into the Tianji Pavilion will undoubtedly bring the Tianji Pavilion to a higher level.

Ye Wentian's eyes penetrated layers of space, and finally stopped on the battlefield in the northern part of Daqin: "Fusu, these days, I have been teaching you Luan language, and now I will tell you the emperor's way."

"Emperors want balance. A good emperor employs people with no doubts, but doubts don't. I gave them a chance at the very beginning, but they didn't grasp it themselves."

After Ye Wentian finished speaking, he tore apart layers of space and rushed towards the northern battlefield of Daqin again.

Only Fusu was left to record the small notes on the nine heavens with a serious face. Fusu said while memorizing: "Every word of Mr. Ye is a holy saying!"

When Ye Wentian stepped into the northern battlefield, he felt a burst of anger burning in Ye Wentian's chest

Ye Wentian casually dragged a foreign soldier and asked, "What's the situation? Why are you able to break through the northern border and enter the border!"

At this time, Fusu also recorded what Ye Wentian said: "You don't have to be suspicious when you employ people, and you don't need to be suspicious of people. This sentence is really good!"

Then Fusu also tore through layers of space and rushed towards the northern part of Daqin.

Feeling the terrifying aura on Ye Wentian's body, the strong man of the foreign race turned pale, but he still said proudly: "I guess you don't know what happened! Otherwise, you wouldn't dare to treat me like this."

Hearing the words of the foreign soldier, Ye Wentian's face was so gloomy that the strength of the terrorist's hands added a point: "Why don't I dare, whoever dares to offend me!"

Feeling the murderous aura on Ye Wentian's body, the foreign soldier panicked, and quickly said: "Senior, let me tell you, the general from the northern border has joined my foreign race. The gate to the northern border is open, and our general will take us in directly." of."

Ye Wentian asked coldly, "What about those monks who came to the north of Great Qin to support them?"

The foreign soldier said with hesitation on his face, "My lord, if I say something, can you spare my life."

Ye Wentian said coldly, "Are you qualified to bargain with me?"

Hearing this, the alien soldier let out a long sigh of relief and said, "My lord, those monks you mentioned were all captured by this northern general as a stepping stone to join my alien race."

After Ye Wentian knew the reason, he didn't talk nonsense anymore, and slapped the foreign soldier directly, turning the strong foreign man into a blood mist.

Until his death, the foreign soldier did not think that he had clearly explained why Ye Wentian wanted to kill him.

At some point, Fusu had appeared behind Ye Wentian, his face was icy cold, and the aura in his body was constantly rising and falling.

Ye Wentian's expression was also extremely ugly, holding the Tianpo sword in his hand: "This general is from Qin, and I will leave it to you to deal with it."

Fu Su nodded to Ye Wentian and said: "Master, I will take care of the general's matter. As the prince of Qin, I will clean up the house myself."

Ye Wentian nodded, only feeling a suffocation in his heart, eager to find an army of foreign races to learn from each other.

When Ye Wentian just stepped into the border, he saw a strong man of foreign race bullying Daqin's woman, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shot out a spirit energy to blast that strong man of foreign race into a blood mist.

"Who! How dare you kill my foreign soldiers!"

Seeing that the soldiers under him had been killed unexpectedly, a strong man of foreign race in the early stage of becoming a god uttered an angry shout, and instantly countless figures of foreign race flew towards this side.

"Crack!"

Ye Wentian didn't know when he appeared behind that foreign strong man, and slapped that foreign strong man with a slap, tearing that foreign soldier in half with a burst of energy.

"you!"

Before the strong man of the foreign race could finish his words, he saw his body still standing quietly on the spot.

Ye Wentian ignored the dead strong man of the foreign race, and came to the woman in tattered clothes, took off his shirt and put it on the woman.

The woman looked at Ye Wentian and felt that she had a glimmer of hope again. She held Ye Wentian's clothes and said, "Benefactor, don't go! You saved me. According to my Daqin rules, tell me It's a promise."

Hearing this, even Ye Wentian, who took the head of the enemy general among the ten thousand armies, panicked, and quickly said:
"Go to sleep first! Just sleep and you'll be fine."

After Ye Wentian finished speaking, he patted the back of that woman lightly with his palm, injecting the aura in his body into that woman's body, and soon the woman fell into a drowsy sleep.

Ye Wentian gently put the woman on the ground, and the Tianpo Sword appeared in Ye Wentian's hands again at some point, with a line of mouth, and said coldly:

"Kill!",

Then Ye Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, every swing of the long sword would take away the life of a foreigner.

"enough!"

At this moment, a cold shout came, and Ye Wentian was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of alien troops in the sky, and a foreign soldier at the head stood in the void and looked at Ye Wentian coldly.

"Are they all here?"

The corner of Ye Wentian's mouth curled up into a bloodthirsty smile, his body was once again covered with golden scales, and the phantom of a golden dragon slowly emerged from behind Ye Wentian.

"You beheaded so many soldiers of other races that I will not be able to keep you today!"

The leader of the strong foreign race stared and roared, a strange black energy emanated from his body, and it turned into a smiling face in the air.

Ye Wentian swung the Sky Soul Sword fiercely, and a phantom with nine leaves appeared behind him, and said coldly: "I can't keep you guys."

After Ye Wentian finished speaking, he punched the big sword of the strong foreign race into pieces, and the long sword in his hand struck at the dozens of foreign troops with a monstrous sword intent.

At this moment, roars came from a distance: "Jiu Jiu Lao Qin, why are you afraid of death!"

One after another killing intent hit this side, and the world was dyed a faint red.

Immediately afterwards, the ground continued to vibrate, and cracks even spread towards this side. This movement instantly attracted the attention of Ye Wentian and the alien army.

Ye Wentian followed the prestige, and saw Qin Shihuang Yingzheng flying towards this side with a golden long sword in his hand. Behind Yingzheng, a famous Qin general formed an army and walked towards this side.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wentian asked in surprise, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

According to Ye Wentian's thinking, Ying Zheng should sit in the Qin Palace and at most send a large army to help out.

Ying Zheng smiled and pointed the long sword in his hand at the group of alien races. He released his cultivation in the later stage of transformation and said without reservation: "The people of Daqin are no different. Even if I am the emperor of Daqin, I can still protect Daqin. general."

As Ying Zheng spoke, he pointed the long sword at Jiu Tian fiercely. Even Ye Wentian felt the coercion of being an emperor through the ages.

But soon, Ye Wentian raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Your Majesty, you are already the emperor of Daqin, why don't you compete with us for military merit!"

At this moment, more than a dozen Daqin historians wearing official uniforms and holding pens and papers slowly walked out behind Ying Zheng.

Ye Wentian twitched the corner of his mouth, pointed at the group of Daqin historians, and looked at Yingzheng with a puzzled face: "Your Majesty, what are you?"

A Daqin historian stood up and said, "Mr. Ye, His Majesty went out to fight in person. He is extremely brave. We should record it for future generations to observe."

The leader of the strong foreign race felt greatly humiliated when he saw this scene, and the big knife in his hand slashed at the two of them with gusts of wind.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Wentian and asked, "Mr. Ye, why don't we compare who kills more?"

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, a huge dragon chair slowly emerged under his feet.

I saw Ying Zheng slowly sitting on the dragon chair, and a majestic momentum was released, instantly crushing hundreds of soldiers of different races.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wentian also aroused his fighting spirit, looked at the strong foreign race who rushed over and said, "Come on!"

In an instant, streams of sword energy swept away, turning into a huge storm of sword energy.