The Tao was unreasonable.

But my heart rejoices.

He once spoke to Mingyue and poured out his heartfelt feelings to her.

The wind is drunk, the flowers are bright, and she smiles softly.

Man always loses to life, or life.

Although his fighting spirit is still high, he has no choice but to be unable to fill his stomach all day long, and his face is full of vegetables.

The wind blew, and the eyes were full of desolation.

Who has ever laughed at life?

Her smile is less, but her demeanor is still the same.

The emaciated figure adds three points of grace.

The delicate and agile bend of the flowing water is not as good as her raising her hand.

At such a time, there were more people around her.

It's just that although she is in a wealthy family, she behaves excessively, how can such a generality get into her eyes.

Finally, one day, a man arrived with a sword.

Not only is his clothes extraordinary, but his eyes are full of confidence.

Light, someone came to put a sword on her shoulder: "Girl, please turn your head." ”

She raised her eyes and looked up into his eyes.

The visitor chuckled, and after missing a moment of prosperity, he cautiously saluted and reported the origin.

"My name is Fanchuan, I am a disciple of Luan Tianzong, I went down the mountain to experience the mortal world this time, I don't know if I can talk to the two of them about wine, and I will be good companions to each other. He spoke eloquently, but never took his eyes off her face.

She chuckled in return.

In this way, two became three.

The mountains and rivers are still the same, but they add a lot of sorrow.

In the house, under the bright lights, Gao Haoyu and Xin Chang discussed how to resist the enemy.

The eyes of the people were worried. It is very clear under the light of Longming.

It's just that outside the window, outside the city, the firelight is like daylight, and the shouts of killing are endless.

So much so a big fight.

Gao Haoyi raised his glass and said: "Today, I replace wine with tea, I wish you peace and peace, and the coming day will be expected." ”

Whoever you think is it, you know that you can't defend the city this time.

Everyone is loyal to each other, and our blood has not cooled.

Meet, open the city gate in four miles, the monks in front, and the monks and warriors in the back. It's just that everyone should dress up as ordinary people.

Rush out of the city and attract demons to chase after you.

As for whether they can come back, it all depends on each other's creation.

Demons aim to slaughter lives, and they must divide their troops to chase them.

The stars in the sky are still bright at this time. Although the flames of war are high, they are enough to illuminate the way back.

Xin Chang raised his eyes and looked at them, all of which were familiar faces.

How many people will survive if they are reunited in seven days?

In the corner of the house, the former Li Gaoshan slowly stood up, his face had many scars, and he had never retreated in the face of demons in the past days of defending the city.

Does he have any memories, a long time ago, everyone looked at him, they were all frightened, he thought he was happy.

And now, everyone looks at him, but they are all laughing.

He had never clenched the knife in his hand so tightly and asked himself what the meaning of war was.

He said, "I want to be with Xin Chang." ”

Xin Chang's fiery eyes looked at him and said, "Okay." ”

He whispered, "I've never been happier than I am today." ”

Miss Nianjun is going to be with Xin Chang, how can I be willing to part with you.

Helplessly, Little Bear relied on Xin Chang's arms and was reluctant to leave after Xin Chang attended the meeting.

Xin Chang knew its intentions, how could he be willing to give it up?

When the stars are at their brightest and the firelight is the brightest, the gates of the fake city are wide open, and countless people, dressed in various colors, rush out of the city.

The bright sword, taking advantage of the moonlight, the sound of killing suddenly rose again.

There is only one color at the moment, the color of blood.

Countless grief and indignation were thrown in all directions in the face of blood.

The grief and indignation of the demons, the grief and indignation of the people.

If you are an enemy, you must fight.

The Junyan Sword did not have a trace of brilliance, dancing under the moon, dancing in the wind, penetrating the enemy, pointing to the distant sky.

At this time, looking back, Xin Chang could still see the fake city standing on the grassy plain, devastated by the wind and fire.

He also saw the familiar white-clothed figure, rushing to the front, in the opposite direction of Xin Chang.

Li Jingshi turned around, and he could see Xin Chang, he chuckled, full of wildness: Farewell for one day, when will you see you again.

In the morning, there is always fog, and a gentle fog flows around you.

The fog color is gentle and romantic.

Equal to in the fog, it must be expected that people will come.

Xin Chang is waiting, he is not waiting for others, after the people are separated, they will inevitably die, and what he is waiting for is the demon.

The footsteps in the fog were chaotic, and the demons waiting for Xin Chang were about to arrive.

Attracting the enemy, fighting and retreating, is exactly the strategy formulated by Gao Haoren and others.

Jun Yan's sword moved again, and the vibration was endless.

It craves the taste of blood, which it did thousands of years ago, and it still does today.

Yuan Li gathered in Xin Chang's heart, there was Yuan Li in his heart, but he also had everything.

The mountains and flowing water, the boundless wind and the moon, and the people under the moon are happy or happy.

The great monk carries everything in his heart and carries all living beings.

Jun Yan's sword came out, Xin Chang danced in the mist, for a while, the faster the fog flowed, the smell of blood in the fog, but it was still fresh.

The taste is so clear, so moving.

People are divided into left and right, and everywhere they look is a battlefield, and people often take one as ten.

Whose life is gone, accompany the wind through the ages.

The back of the demon protruded and vibrate, and in the green mist of other things, a little pig, its body was suddenly enlarged, and its height and width were hundreds of zhang.

After it was formed, it turned out to be a golden bear.

All the colors of the fur are shining, and the hands and feet are torn and dusty.

The demons already have no formation to speak of, and it is even easier to retreat at this moment.

The golden bear's hands and feet kept flying, fluttering and bumping, and the flesh and blood were all under him, ruined and withered one by one.

The golden bear was not enough, opened its bloody mouth, rose in the wind, and swallowed countless mist and countless demons for a while.

There were several doubts that it could swallow the sun and the moon.

Whether the blue sky is under the giant mouth is not spared, and the achievement is an incomparable hole.

Xin Chang and fighting, gradually felt that the demon flame was greatly suppressed, and after a while, everyone turned into a streamer again, and escaped from afar.

In the wind, Xin Chang stroked the bear, it was still sleeping soundly, and he didn't know how many hours a day he had to sleep.

The hair was still shiny, except for the occasional trace of blood, which was unusually loud in the wind.

In the fake city, Gao Haoyu commanded Ruo Ding, and listened to the people who came to report the situation of the city gates.

Now that the fake city seems to be safe, his heart still can't be calmed.

What about the City of Splendour, what is the situation now, and the messenger sent has not heard from him for three days.

In this season, what should he do, and there are constant letters from the past Brilliant City.

Do you want me to visit the Brilliant City in person, otherwise, how can people rest assured?

Don't talk about this matter to others, Gao Hao is very anxious, is it possible that the demons are still unable to divide troops under my prying eyes, so how can I deal with it?

I am ashamed only of the dead soldiers, and of the people of the glorious city.

The pressure is gathered in one body, and the hot tea in his hand is cold at some point, just like Gao Hao's heart, sinking to the bottom, and his body is cold.

At this moment, there is only self-help, and you can't reach him.

Gao Haoyu made an instant decision and instructed his subordinates to retreat for three days and ponder how to deal with demons.

Under the moon, Gao Hao soared into the sky and turned into a meteor. The robe's hair fluttered in the wind, facing the moonlight.

Gao Hao didn't have a sense of the past, but felt that the sky was getting darker and heavier.