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He faintly felt the vibration of another wave of troops approaching, even if it was far away, Monsoon still recognized it, it was the Northern Army of Nanyue Town!

The arrival of the Zhenbei Army made Monsoon's heart fall into the endless abyss.

You must know that the Murong family was also a part of the attack on the Xia Dynasty back then, if Beiyan, Donglin and Western Chu all sent troops just to eliminate Jun Wuji, then the Zhenbei army dispatched by Nanyue could not be to protect Jun Wuji......

600,000 troops against one person?!

The ending speaks for itself......

Jun Wuji, you will definitely die!

Monsoon was carried away like this for a long, long time, so long that the blood in his body was almost coagulated, so long that his mind was blank, and suddenly there was a long chirp, Monsoon frowned, even in the night, he still saw clearly, the golden shadow.

And Uncle Jin's sadness carries a red figure.

That figure was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The same face, different panic, the same look, different haggard......

What should he do, O daughter he loves, to tell you such cruel news?

It's just that Ji Shuyun didn't seem to see the monsoon wind dragged by the black and white eagles, and passed directly past them until he flew towards Peicheng.

Monsoon sighed and said, "Let's go, let's follow too." ”

"Uh-hh

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High above the ruins of wreckage, the holy golden gilt light came to a steady halt over this once-bustling town.

The pitch-black smoke was still billowing out from the ruins of the broken wall, and the pungent scorching breath and the viscous and disgusting smell of blood fused together, scraping Ji Shuyun's heart like a sharp knife.

Little by little, Ling Chi.

A trace of it, a bone erosion.

Ji Shuyun did not cry out in pain, did not panic, but was so calm that it was shocking, rummaging through the ruins with his own hands.

She turned over one corpse after another, moved away the broken wall, for fear that she would hurt something, and dug with her bare hands without a knife or sword.

Soon, those white and beautiful hands were burned crimson and cut bloody.

It's just that she doesn't seem to feel it, she doesn't snort, just a pair of eyes staring around, sharp and cold and terrifying.

It seems that no amount of wind and waves can shake her resolute soul.

But if you look closely, you can see the crimson of her eyes and the trembling of her hands.

She was afraid, but she didn't dare to let herself be afraid......

When the monsoon wind came down from under the talons of the black and white eagles, I was so shocked by the sight that I couldn't breathe.

This...... How did it come to this?!

The corpses all over the mountains, the blood gathered into rivers, the scorched and broken Peicheng, and the rolling gunsmoke...... In this way, the one who really paid the heavy price is the army of the Three Kingdoms!?

Jun Wuji...... Saved!?

What did Jun Wuji do? Where did the others go?!

Monsoon wanted to pull up his daughter, but before he could touch her, he heard her warning of danger.

"Don't touch my ......"

Monsoon suffered respiratory arrest and had to abandon the decision to bother her.

His eyes wandered around, and finally stopped at the three corpses that were hung high, the Northern Yan Emperor Yanshi, the east Emperor Feng Qingjue, and the other one was the Western Chu Emperor Tai Pi......

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Oops, don't abuse it, Brother Wuji will go get a soy sauce first, cough cough...... The bottle top pot lid runs away!

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