The black pressed armor soldier below faced Lin Hao who fell. Lin Hao's body was exhausted and extremely uncomfortable, holding dual swords, but he couldn't move!

The moment he slowly fell, even if Fei Yuan used all his strength, it was to no avail, the difference in strength was too great, between a few breaths, only a miserable scream was heard, and Fei Yuan was blocked by one of them with a sword, and he died. Fei Yuan is dead, and then Ma Cuo also follows in the footsteps of Fei Yuan, and his body is dead.

Seeing this, Lin Hao in the air saw the tragic death of his brother, and his heart couldn't help but feel sad from it, and tears filled his eyes in an instant, and all kinds of madness like iron horses and glaciers like rivers bursting embankments in the past poured into his mind. He grimaced and wanted to scream their names, and after being hoarse, looking at the ruins behind him, he called out to his friends in a hoarse voice. The young man in the green shirt's voice was extremely hoarse at this moment, and his tone had a cold metallic texture, hiding a helpless sadness. Have you ever heard the sound of your heart being torn apart? It's like a brocade silk being torn apart to both sides, and its hands are muffled and hoarse, and it rings again and again.

His hoarse cry rang out from the sky, like the sleepy-eyed first mournful cry of a raven on the old tree outside the city that had survived.

He fell slowly, and he was about to be heavily pierced on the halberd of thousands of armor warriors below, at this moment, the group of soldiers was black, the earth was gloomy, and the night was like a monster with a big mouth open in a black hole. He suddenly a familiar force poured into his dantian, his eyes flashing with an unquenchable anger, his teeth clenched, like an enraged lion. Suddenly turned around, the double sword was like wings, obliquely inserted, in an instant, the sword light was like a stormy wave, those armor soldiers could not avoid it, Lin Hao fell into the river like a boulder, instantly stirred up a thousand waves, those armor soldiers who were eyeing each other made the soul of the sword, the fire at the city gate also affected the fish pond, the armor soldiers on the side were like waves swept away, and people turned over on their horses.

"Long time no see!"

Lin Hao landed, his swords were as cold as cold, his mind echoed with Yuan Jiu's familiar and long-lost voice, he was like a foreign acquaintance, mixed with joy and sorrow, when he got the heaven-level magic weapon Qingfeng, he wanted to give the instrument spirit to Yuan Jiu, but at that time he found that this Qingfeng's instrument spirit was only fleeting, and he didn't know what it looked like, so he guessed that it was Yuan Jiu's ghost, so he never worried about Yuan Jiu's safety! But he kept calling for Yuan Jiu at that time, but no one answered, and over time he thought that Yuan Jiu was sleeping familiarly, but he didn't expect to wake up Yuan Jiu in this situation, or rather, Yuan Jiu chose to appear when he was dying.

When Lin Hao heard this, he said flatly, "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Hurry up and try the cultivation that I have recovered from more than a year of dormancy, isn't it very strong!" Yuan Jiu's voice sounded again, and he said a little helplessly, "But in the face of this kind of battle, it is estimated that it will not help." ”

Lin Hao gave it a try, and he actually had the sevenfold cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven, but not to mention the 500,000 tigers and wolves, those masters who were dormant or in the sky were all difficult for him to resist.

In the sky, the battle is still the same, Liu Feiying, Wang Mang, and their opponents are in a stalemate, while the old white ape and Ape Taishan, the three of them have been pressed by the four of them, and they are already seriously injured at this time, struggling to beat to death. They are all desperate, just to ask for a bright death, and they have some bones. The same is true of the young man in the green shirt on the ground.

Lin Hao replied, "The sevenfold cultivation of the Heavenly Destiny Realm is enough for me to pull a few more pads. ”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Hao's eyes looked around, and these armor soldiers were like a flood, frantically drowning. The young man in the green shirt, covered in blood, both his and the enemy, intertwined with each other, painted into a battle robe full of murderous intent, the two swords bloomed in his pale hands, one sword was rusty but the brilliance flowed, and the other sword Qingfeng was sharp as silk but glowing. As soon as the sword domain opened, his sword momentum instantly increased to the extreme, and at the same time, the two qi of yin and yang swirled, and the two swords swung out in unison, and another armor warrior fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, Donghuang Renqiu signaled his subordinates not to move, he has always liked to look at this kind of embarrassment of ants dying and struggling, at this moment, in order to satisfy his selfish desires, he is particularly generous, and there is also the appearance of retribution before, and he looked at Lin Hao in the army with interest.

Surrounded by warriors in armor, Lin Hao didn't dare to be careless, the double swords waved again, like a fierce dragon crossing the river, shuttling in the black torrent, under his double swords, I don't know how many armor breaks, countless broken weapons and remnants, and the souls of the dead under the sword can not rest in peace.

An ape roared in the sky, extremely tragic, and then a huge white blood-stained figure smashed heavily outside the city, the old white ape finally couldn't resist this fierce attack, and had no choice but to go to Huangquan, before leaving, the roar said goodbye to the world, then did not speak, and lay quietly in the yellow sand, still blown by the night wind, sad and cold. After the pillar of the three was broken, immediately afterwards, Ape Taishan, Zhou You and the two also died in blood. In the end, Liu Feiying and Wang Mang, who were struggling, also screamed, and they both fell to the ground heavily, allowing the torrent of the armor to explode wildly.

At this time, it is already the hour, and the night will be dawn immediately, but the lonely battle is regarded as a mayfly shaking the forest Hao, what is the dawn at all, can he kill a few more pads in the next time is his purpose, I have the double sword in the world, but the double sword is difficult to defeat ten thousand soldiers, and the hero will die on the battlefield after all!

The strong man in the air was about to take action to sanction Lin Hao, but was called back by Ren Qiu's words, "He can't be around for long, don't the generals think that this is a rare survival?

How dare everyone say anything, not to mention that the hobby of the Eastern Emperor Renqiu does not delay the march, they are waiting for the spies to come to report, and then they will go to Xiaoyao City!

Lin Hao's double swords were already stained with blood, and the yin and yang qi were stirred, and the "Eight Tricks of Sword and Wine" were unleashed one move at a time, leaving no effort unturned, and he was afraid that he would not be able to pull a few more cushions. Between that small square of heaven and earth, the sword momentum was like a stormy wave, rolling wildly, within ten zhang, the living people were not close, the blood on the ground was flying, and there was no piece of armor left. At this time, his long hair fell down, like a waterfall, already stained with blood, fearless.

But as time slowly passed, the speed of his double sword swing became slower and slower, and the power became weaker and weaker, he tried his best to resist, and the surrounding area did not allow a single soldier to advance an inch, there was a kind of momentum that a man could not be opened, but that momentum gradually weakened. With the power of Yuan Jiu, this cultivation has never been his, and he can't use the Yin and Yang Sword Dao to keep himself alive, and this battle has almost beaten all the Yin and Yang Qi on his body, leaving no trace.

Lin Hao also knew that he was exhausted, after all, he was like a hero in the twilight, and it was difficult to make waves anymore. But he just didn't accept it, and let out a long roar, "Generously sing the yellow sand, calmly do a trap fight, draw the sword into a fast, and live up to the young man's head!"

The sound dragged the young man's head for a long time, like an eagle's chirp, and after the mournful cry resounded through the sky, it seemed to have used up his last strength. So I saw the young man who once stood proudly on the battlefield, his body suddenly softened, and he could only hear the sound of the two swords rubbing against the yellow sand. He put his two swords on the ground, struggling to support this tired body, full of scars, once like the sun but now the sun is thin, the night is cold and the wind is cold to the bones but the blood of the brothers is flowing freely, a blood is now empty, on one side is the thousands of troops and horses of the Eastern Imperial Army, on the other hand is the red land and yellow sand stained with blood like a rainbow, he has nowhere to escape. There is only one death.

Lin Hao's eyes were as heavy as mountains, and he used his last strength to look up, the sky gradually broke, the pale cyan sky revealed a little bit of glow, and the earth was hazy, like a light veil shrouded in silver-gray. At this time, the sky has slightly exposed the protein, and the clouds are gathering on the edge of the sky, as if soaked in blood, showing a faint red. There was a slight warmth in the sky in the early morning, the bloody rain and bloody wind washed away all life, and even the thin light veil with the fragrance of the woman was also rendered in the blood, and with the wind overflowing, it drifted into the pores of Lin Hao's every breath, this may be the last time he looks at this world!

Just as he lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, ready to let this group of tigers and wolves bite him, a sword light in the sky bloomed like a glow in the entire morning light!