Although spring has arrived, the sound of the southern barbarian land still seems extremely barren, the rough wind roars, rolling up countless dust, the desolate land does not see much life, and occasionally I can see a few tall trees spitting out tender buds, showing a little vitality. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the end of the desolate plain are rolling mountains, black rocks showing their edges and corners, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, without the slightest life, and beyond a tall mountain range, a huge basin stands out from the eye.

In the basin, there is a lake, but it exudes a strong smell of blood.

Take a closer look.

It's a lake of blood.

The crimson blood lake is incomparably bewitching, as if the demons covet the demons of the world.

The wind cut through the mountains and turned into a breeze, blowing the waves in the lake of blood.

A figure floating above the surface of the lake is revealed.

Eyes closed.

There was a hint of paleness in his face, but his face looked very childish, like that of a child, his limbs were stretched out, there was not a single shirt on his body, and his skin was faintly blood-red.

The breeze subsided.

The figure was covered again, and the lake of blood became dead silent.

All of a sudden.

A noisy voice came out, and I saw dozens of black-clothed people escorting a group of people slowly coming.

This group of people were all bound by iron chains, and their eyes were covered with black cloths, and judging from their clothes, these people were all people from the Southern Barbarians.

All of them were taken to the shores of the Lake of Blood.

"Get on your knees. ”

A rude voice came out.

People who knew nothing knelt down one after another.

The next moment.

The man in black raised the scimitar in his hand and ruthlessly cut everyone's throats, and the kneeling man struggled hard, but he felt like a heavy burden was pressed on his back, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only wait for his blood to dry up and die.

The man in black waited to finish all this, and then left again with the corpse.

There was another breeze blowing, and the waves were lifting, but the floating figure was not revealed.

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The disciples of the Jixia School Palace, who had been pressing for a long time, finally broke out, they thought that Li Qifeng was a weak man, and they did not dare to start a war with the barbarians, and the hard life of the Nanban made them more and more irritable, and they began to shout for war with the barbarians.

Li Qifeng didn't pay attention to it at all.

They have never experienced war, they don't understand the cruelty of war at all, and it is really a question of how much strength they can exert on the battlefield after they have cultivated behind closed doors.

Facing the excited disciples.

Liu Xujian was also unable to appease him.

Li Qifeng didn't pay attention to it for a while.

This made some disciples of the Jixia Academy extremely indignant.

Since the upright iron-blooded network, the commander of the Southern Barbarians is a weak man, so they don't need to pay attention to this weak man, they choose to act on their own.

One hundred and fifty-eight disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace acted privately.

No one stopped it, and no one paid attention.

These one hundred and fifty-eight disciples were full of ambition and went to the base camp of the barbarians.

Everything seems to be going very well.

They were extremely lucky, they walked along the way, they just met sporadic barbarian spies, all of them were completely killed by them with the power of thunder, looking at the barbarian base camp that was getting closer and closer, their hearts were beating violently, the Taiqian Empire has always paid attention to military merits, as long as they sneak attack the barbarian base camp, they can make heavy military achievements, and when the time comes, with the help of the identity of the disciples of the Jixia Academy, their official career can be described as a smooth progress.

Everything seems so good.

Everything seems to be at your fingertips.

One hundred and fifty-eight disciples of the Jixia Academy showed their long swords and began to attack the barbarian base camp.

Almost in an instant.

All the illusions of good fortune were completely shattered, and the moment they appeared, they were already in the encirclement of the barbarians.

Give somebody a dose of his own medicine.

One hundred and fifty-eight disciples of the Jixia Academy became the prey of the barbarians.

In the face of the heavy barbarians, their breathing became rapid as they were proud, their bodies trembled, and they clenched the sword in their hands.

Their emotions become complicated.

Fear, fear...... Regret, unwilling.

Complex emotions are blended together, giving birth to a desire for life.

No one wants to die.

Even if there is a glimmer of hope, they are willing to struggle to live.

"Brothers, we just need to break through the barbarian encirclement, and someone will come to our rescue. ”

"Yes, we have come by the Emperor's holy order, and the Iron Blood King will never watch us die in vain. ”

"Let's get started...... Afraid of a hammer. ”

-- There has never been a shortage of people in this world who judge the situation and size up the situation.

"Kill. ”

A roar of anger rang out.

One hundred and fifty-eight Jixia Academy Palaces gathered into a sharp sword and began to move towards the encirclement of the barbarians.

"You're all going to die. ”

The protectors of the Divine Fire Sect showed a light of excitement in their expressions, and they had been waiting for a long time.

The shouts of killing were deafening.

One hundred and fifty-eight disciples of the Fierce Jixia Academy Palace continued to fall.

Of course, the barbarians are also constantly falling.

Against the direction they came, the disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace struggled forward, and their desire for life made them burst out with terrifying combat power and attack frantically.

Blood.

Corpse.

Pain

The cruelty of war made them feel it vividly at this moment.

More and more people are falling.

A few breaths of time passed.

More than half of the one hundred and fifty-eight disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace were lost, and they were also completely overwhelmed by the barbarians, their long swords were no longer sharp, and the blades began to curl, unable to break through the barbarians' tung oil-soaked leather armor, and with the exhaustion of internal strength, they felt that the sword in their hands was getting heavier and heavier.

Despair.

Their hearts couldn't help but give birth to endless despair.

The ferocious barbarians have completely killed the desire for life in their hearts.

It seems that these one hundred and fifty-eight disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace are all destined to die here.

All of a sudden.

The desperate disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace heard the crisp sound of the sword, from far to near, louder and louder, as if the thunder was rolling from the ground.

A giant sword transformed by sword qi volleyed into the air.

With a sword slash, the powerful power swept in all directions, completely encircling the barbarians, and brutally tearing a gap.

Desperate people have a glimmer of longing.

Push forward.

The sound of the sword that followed was once again shocking, this time the sound was even sharper, and dozens of barbarians were mercilessly slaughtered, blood splattered in all directions.

Li Qifeng's figure appeared behind everyone.

A decent light armor supported him more and more majestic, tall, and the dragon python cloak moved in the wind.

There was a sense of calm in his expression.

It doesn't seem to take the barbarians who are surging like a tide into their eyes.

In the middle of the eyes, the gaze became sharp.

Li Qifeng slowly raised his sword.

Meet the enemy!