The drums of war thundered throughout the battlefield.

In the midst of such a blood-boiling sound and encouragement, everyone stepped forward bravely, poured their expectations and loyalty to the country into the sword in their hands, and used every ounce of strength and concentration to fight.

Dressed in golden battle armor, Ling Luo was like a dazzling light in the sunlight, and she pinned the expectations and hopes of all the soldiers of Syracuse on her body, becoming their guide on the huge battlefield, opening up a broad road leading to victory.

Ling Luo made a decision in her heart, and she moved in that direction with all her thoughts, she only needed to focus her attention on that small group of people, so that she could also control her emotions by the way, and no longer be stimulated by blood to lose her mind.

Ling Luo's gaze passed through the sea of people, but it was directly locked on Xiao Ziyu's body, the silver armor on his body looked extraordinarily obedient, compared to the golden light she was wearing, dazzling, his color was more restrained and gentle, but there was a kind of liliang that could not be ignored.

But it was obvious that the purpose of Ling Luo's battle this time was not to play a game of finding people, but to have a more important mission.

Ling Luo blinked vigorously, stabilizing her turbulent mind, and then began to sweep the entire battlefield, trying to find the ghost-faced army that was specifically targeting her.

However, the soldiers of the Jinyu all over the ground were all dressed in the same clothes, and it was indeed very difficult to distinguish those who were disguised by the people of the Ghost Face Army, so Ling Luo came up with an idea, that is, he would run to the place where there were few people first, and in such a situation, the one who would follow her regardless of the overall situation should undoubtedly be the Ghost Face Army.

Sure enough, as Ling Luo expected, her golden battle armor was brilliant and dazzling, even if there were many people on the battlefield, once she moved, it was still very conspicuous, and when she ran away, there was indeed a group of Jinyu soldiers who followed her neatly, obviously not caring about the things on the battlefield.

The corners of Ling Luo's mouth hooked lightly as she ran, secretly rejoicing in her heart, her Jihua had succeeded, as long as she could drag them for a while, she would be able to bring the soldiers of Syracuse a chance to win, and with her current ability, it would not be a problem to deal with these numbers of Ghost Face Army.

When Ling Luo stopped, she was already surrounded by these soldiers, but she did not have the slightest fear and uneasiness when she was fighting alone, but recalled in her mind what happened in Jinyu at that time.

Gu Xi's death seemed to be right in front of her, and the pain and pathos at the time of parting were like sea water, almost drowning Ling Luo, she only felt that there was a fire burning in her heart, burning her calm and thinking to nothing, only making her bent on killing everyone in front of her.

Xiao Ziyu's figure did not appear here, I don't know weishenme, this fact made Ling Luo's heart a little settled, although she didn't want to admit it, but she always had inexplicable emotions for Xiao Ziyu in her heart.

Xiao Ziyu's attitude towards Ling Luo has always been neither friend nor foe, I don't know what he is calculating, although Ling Luo always admonishes himself that he can't believe him, but he can't resist the tenderness and affection in his amber eyes, as well as the light grass fragrance on his body that is the same as Gu Xi.