Xiliang's soldiers flocked to the narrow city gate, surging up and down in waves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Storming the offensive like a tidal wave, but it was slow to enter the city gate. This day's fighting will surely leave a nightmare shadow on this group of soldiers from the western frontier. A slightly old but very burly figure actually resisted the tide of troops at the city gate alone, and all of them had the courage to be a husband and a man. A red shadow flashed in the air, his body spun, his long hair fluttered, and his sword cut a semicircle in front of him, cutting through the soldier's armor like mud, and shaking the crowd back with the impact of sword aura. More than a dozen warrior-like people appeared at the city gate, their calm eyes revealing contempt.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken, and thousands of raindrops seemed to shoot down like arrows. Suddenly, it turned white again. The rain fell silently, and the sword passed without a trace. The pin-like ice cube seemed to ignore any obstruction, piercing through the tidal wave of soldiers.

Fear spreads among the soldiers, like a seed that has been sown and suddenly blooms in the rainy season, and this flower of fear ignores the status of ability, penetrates directly into the human psyche, and captures the soul. The city lord also lost his strength, his spiritual power was drained, and his body was weak and weak.

"Ahh The envoy's blade was stained with blood, and the large wound on the neck of one of them was spurting blood: "Those who flee without a fight will be killed!" ”

A heavy bell rang from the bell tower in the north of the city, and the chaotic sound of horses' hooves came closer and closer with the sound of armor clashing. A group of more than a dozen people retreated to the city. Seeing this, Xiliang's soldiers rushed forward again. A long strip of white cloth under the helmet left only two holes hanging in front of the face, covering the face for fear of being broken inside.

The iron hooves of the war horse stepped on the bluestone slab, and the bell of the city tower mixed with the chaos was like good news.

The iron horse rushed out of the city gate, the horse's hooves stepped on the white cloth strips of the Xiliang soldiers, and archers appeared on the city wall, dozens of long arrows pointed directly at the enemy.

The red eye-catching military flag accompanied the tall horses rushed out of the city gate. The sword broke through the air, and the blood stained the yellow sand. The horses' brown fur was stained blood-red amid the screams. In the panic, the Xiliang soldiers finally collapsed and fled in panic. Nearly half a hundred iron cavalry pursued thousands of soldiers, and they were trampled under the horse's hooves in the screams, the main general was captured, the enemy reinforcements had arrived, and the morale of the army was completely discouraged.

"On the orders of the city lord of Baicheng, come to defend against the enemy."

If it wasn't for the royal family's orders, it can be seen that the friendship between the two city lords can be seen. Many of the frontiers of the empire are composed of cities like this, which have a very high autonomy power, but they are also dependent on the existence of the empire, and most of the city owners are royal families or heroes, and they have a very close relationship with the empire.

Its strength is also an extremely important factor in determining its status, and without the orders of the Empire, the lord of the city is completely responsible for anything or the city that he thinks he thinks he is.

"General Tang's name is really true."

"The soldiers are fast."

The distance between Baicheng and Liangcheng is several times the distance between Black Rock City and Liangcheng.

"I wonder what the White City Lord will do with this person?" The two soldiers pressed the white-robed woman covered in blood with their backhands, and her delicate body was haggard.

"Let General Tang dispose of it." The paper fan shook slightly, but his eyes inadvertently stopped for a moment.

General Tang smiled knowingly: "Yes." ”

There was another sound of horses' hooves, and looking out of the city, a group of more than a dozen people crossed the road to the dense forest among the soldiers cleaning the battlefield. The horses' hooves kicked up dust, but the red robes were particularly eye-catching.

"Mo Chen." A cyan dress, and a petite body hugging behind her. But the two insisted on coming despite the danger.

"Mo Chen?" Yue'er gently rubbed her sleepy eyes, the morning wind was cool, and she leaned on Mo Chen's clothes. Mo Chen didn't seem to notice the moon beside him, and the cool breeze from the mountains blew past his ears. Dozens of steps back, then rushed forward. When you reach the gap in the boardwalk, you kick the ground with your left foot and fly up the straight cliff.

"Are you crazy?" Yue'er just wanted to shout, but the next moment she was dumbfounded.

Mo Chen's body was almost perpendicular to the cliff wall, and he was holding a long sword in his right hand to adjust his balance, and suddenly the soles of his feet slipped. Falling sideways, the sword plunged into the stone wall, setting off a splash of rubble, and finally stopped a few meters below the other section of the boardwalk. It was a long time before the gravel fell off the cliff.

Yue'er found that there seemed to be several deep scratches several meters long on the cliff wall, and it seemed that Mo Chen had tried more than once or twice. Although there is a thick rope tied behind him, this thrilling level is no less than a one-move decisive battle.

Using the hilt of the sword as a pedal, Mo Chen finally jumped onto the other section of the plank road. The body stretched into a large character, lying on it, panting.

Standing up again, Edgeworth broke through the wall and flew back into Mo Chen's hand, and now he noticed Yue'er, who had been looking at Mo Chen.

"You tie the rope around and jump over." Mo Chen's voice was mixed with the whistling mountain wind. Yue'er reluctantly tied the rope to herself. Seeing the gravel rolling down from time to time from the cliff, I still felt timid.

"Ahhh With his eyes closed, he rushed straight forward, his body falling sharply into the cliff, the flesh of his face shaking in the wind, and his hair fluttering.

The rope was straightened, and Yue'er floated in the air like a swing. Hold on to the rope with both hands, and then open your eyes.

Mo Chen held his breath, his face and neck were bruised, and his face was flushed. The abruptly straightened rope pulled Mo Chen a few steps forward.

......

When he sneaked into the cottage, it was already evening, the gray sky was not in sight, and the mountains were even quieter, but the battle was currently not seeing anyone moving, and Mo Chen was more careful.

"Ahh In the dark

In the light of the fire, a withered, pitch-black corpse revealed a hideous face, like the previous companion who had been sucked dry by the black beetle. The outstretched arm that collapsed on the ground just tripped Yue'er.

Yue'er, who was about to scream, was covered by Mo Chen's mouth in time. He gradually calmed down, and when he looked around, he found that there were dry corpses here, lying on the ground horizontally, and grain, grass and weapons were scattered all over the place. Everyone had a hideous face, and they should have endured great pain before they died. It's like being gassed and drained of blood. The white eyeballs that burst out were particularly dazzling, and a few of them rolled to the ground, sticking to a bit of black flesh, which was really disgusting.

This is the heart of the cottage, who will be here to blame? And even more so in times like these. Mo Chen suddenly noticed that almost all the corpses wanted to crawl to the front hall before they died, and at the last moment of their lives, they stretched out their hands as if they were longing for something.

"Could it be there?" Mo Chen looked at the slightly magnificent hall in front of him and was suspicious.

"Princess, go and burn all the grain, grass and corpses, I'll go and take a look." Mo Chen handed the torch to Yue'er, and disappeared in front of him before Yue'er could reply.

The night was thicker, and only the crickets echoed in the dead silence, and the dry smell of the dried corpses came out. The Mid-Autumn Festival breeze blew in the dark night, and the chill invaded the tense body. While complaining about Mo Chen, he moved cautiously.

......

As soon as Mo Chen touched the stone door of the main hall, it opened automatically. In the dim hall, a torch suddenly ignited, illuminating the depths of the hall, and on the golden throne was a black and dry corpse, as if it had been wrapped in a layer of things. The seemingly lifeless corpse exudes an invisible coercion.