Silence, dead silence, silence, nothing represents the silence of the moment.

Thousands of elite soldiers outside the city, hot chariots, and ruins of broken machinery.

Blood flowed to Lan Xia's feet, and she didn't know it.

The corpses all over the ground are enough to show how brutal the battle situation here is.

Thousands of hot-blooded warriors are buried here forever.

In the middle of the battlefield, the long-haired sword-wielding figure seemed to laugh at their incompetence.

The sword pointed at the blood-stained earth, and drops of blood flowed down from it.

All that remained in their eyes was the smoke of war, the blood-stained earth, and the figure of a sword with long black hair.

It was dusk on the horizon, orange dusk, and the blood-stained earth merged.

The Adepts stiffened their bodies, stunned expressions, and incredulous pupils made the figure on the battlefield clear.

Raising his eyebrows, a pair of black bone wings spread out from behind him, and he flew straight into the sky.

Subconsciously, they raised their heads and looked up at the figure that broke through the sky on the sky.

Crying or laughing, crazy or upset.

Look, in front of the zombies, they are so weak.

In the face of power, a qiē weapon is superfluous.

With just one sword, he challenged their years of hard work and glory.

Their weapons were so weak in his eyes.

Their lives are comparable to ants in his eyes.

"Ah!! Why?! ”

More and more roars rang out, questioning others. It's also questioning yourself, it's questioning zombies, and it's questioning the world.

Lan Xia was a little stunned. Looking at those supernatural beings who were on the verge of madness, she was also in a trance.

yes, why?

"Get out of here and leave me alone." Lan Xia lowered her eyes and said a word to Mu Xiaoyu, and then she didn't look at the others again.

A pair of dark blue wings spread out behind her, and she flew into the sky with dexterity and speed, and the goal was firmly chasing the figure in front of her, which was not slow.

Even if there was already blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, Lan Xia didn't care. Now that you're overdrawn, let's overdraw your abilities!

While abilities without psychic coverage are much weaker, they're still enough!

Carbon Carbon clawed at Lan Xia's collar. There was also a hint of anger in those royal blue eyes.

The main silver was angry, and the consequences were very severe.

So it's angry too!

Looking at the two figures that slowly disappeared in the sky, Mu Xiaoyu looked at the shattered corpses on the battlefield in silence with a pair of dead eyes.

"Retreat."

He said.

No too many words, not too much communication.

There was a dead silence. The current Blood Moon Legion. It seems that the glory of the past is gone.

It seems to be slowly rising, retreating from the previous immaturity and weakness.

The Strangers followed numbly, following behind Mu Xiaoyu.

No one spoke, no one questioned, no one lingered, and no one wept.

Look, that's the reality.

They couldn't even bury them, they died. can only be like this in the wild, sleeping in the wind and rain.

What if you can't accept it. This is the real world.

When it's dead, there's nothing.

The figure in front of him finally stopped, but only dodged a few attacks from Lan Xia, and finally left quietly.

The wings were incited, and Lan Xia stood in the sky expressionlessly.

He didn't want to fight her, Lan Xia wanted to evoke a mocking smile, but after a few attempts and found that it was useless, he didn't do anything more.

Is this the king's immediate guard?

misty

The strength is so strong that people look up.

"Carbon, carbon, how do you say the end of the world should be ended?"

The carbon carbon on his shoulder tilted his head, although this question is a bit difficult, but since the main silver asked, then it must be answered!

"Lord Yin, you should be thinking about how to survive now. However, if the end of the apocalypse is to put an end to unity. "Carbon licked his hair and ended the apocalypse?

It's easier said than done, those zombies are so annoying!

Opening his palm, Lan Xia quietly looked at the palm prints in his palm.

Can these hands really put an end to the end of the apocalypse?

She didn't know and never thought about what consciousness she would have, what kind of hero she would become.

But she didn't want to go on like this.

If this is the sorrow of mankind and the end of the world, then she must be a warrior to defend the world!

She won't throw in the towel, never!

"Then go back first, I'm going to be quiet."

Lan Xia turned his head lightly, the carbon on his shoulders seemed to be aware of the current poor mood of the main silver, shrunk his body and rolled up and closed his eyes.

"Sister Lan! You're finally back! ”

Tang Xun looked at Lan Xia excitedly, and just wanted to habitually walk over for a hug, but saw a cold light flash in the pupils of those dead eyes.

"Sister Lan? What happened to you? ”

Tang Xun subconsciously took a few steps back, the current Lan Xia gave her the feeling that it was really dangerous and dangerous.

"I'm tired of nothing."

Lan Xia walked up the stairs with a blank face, Carbon shivering on her shoulders.

Tang Xun was stunned, not understanding why Lan Xia suddenly became so cold.

"Don't go to her lately, let her be alone."

Mo Zishu calmly flipped through the books in his hand, and a glimmer of light flashed in his calm and wise eyes.

Finally this moment has come.

"No, what's going on?" Tang Xun looked at everyone in confusion.

"Say less." Lao Gao came over and walked back to the room gently.

"Why do I think it's too high to say that you're a fox?" Zhou Qiao helped his eye sockets and walked back to the room with the notebook in his hand.

Mo Zishu evoked a light smile, and stretched out indifferently to put down the book in his hand.

What is Strategizing?

If you don't move, you will win the enemy.

"I think you'll probably regret it later."

Hearing the sound, Mo Zishu raised his eyebrows and looked down.

"Because Sister Lan is different from ordinary people." The little stunned bit his lip and lowered his head, and walked back to the room quickly.

Mo Zishu smiled shallowly: "Of course, she is unique. ”

In the room, Lan Xia watched the water flow through her fingers, and in the mirror, she was pale, and she seemed to have lost a lot of weight than before, and her eyes were even bigger.

Lan Xia slowly moved his hand, splashed the water in his hand on his face at once, and washed the blood stains on his face several times.

Lan Xia poked his pale cheeks, his big eyes, which were indifferent except for numbness.

Tilting her head, Lan Xia thought carefully about when she became a stranger to herself.

"The final duel has come, and the fate of our nation hangs by a thread."

Sitting on the bed, Lan Xia muttered to herself as her fingers gently stroked her purple level card.

Her mind is a little off the beaten track these days, and it's fine now.

Just think about how to live, how to defend the world.

Thinking too much is not good for anyone.

even though

That final duel is not far off.

Holding the level card in the palm of his hand, the palm of his hand was stabbed by the water chestnut of the card, and Lan Xia did not let go of his hand.

This time the wolf bèi returns, just for the next stronger challenge.

She is Lan Xia, so in the face of the choice of world and love, she will never choose the latter. (To be continued......)