This night, Ah Mo barely slept.

She lay on the bed, watching Jinghua draw and write under the lamp, anticipating what unexpected situations might arise, and writing at least three or four sets of backup tactics.

Jinghua's back is very beautiful, slender and straight, like the purple heart bamboos they used to plant in the mountains behind the Guanchi.

She watched him as long as he sat in one position, watching him contemplate and brow, watching him cough shallowly, and watching him lift a pen and write......

Ah Mo thought, when I first met, I thought he was amazing, with high martial arts, deep cultivation, tactical tactics, and no last resort, he was the kind of big hero he had admired since he was a child, so he fell in love with him.

But I really like it, and I feel reluctant, it's best that he doesn't care about anything, doesn't have to do anything, just like his third brother who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, just sing the wind and make the moon every day, and then accompany her.

But he always worked so hard, just like now, I'm afraid that the entire barracks are asleep, and he is still silently under the lamp alone, repeatedly scrutinizing every link.

And he's the one who can't be tired.

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Ah Mo still fell asleep a little.

By the time she opened her eyes in a daze, Jinghua was already fully dressed and sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Momo, get up and go!" he said softly.

Ah Moo jumped up, "When, I'm ...... Am I late?"

"It's not late, just right, you can wash up, I'll wait for you." ”

"Jinghua, you ......" She quickly pulled on her coat, and at the same time did not forget to touch the futon beside her, it was really cold, "You haven't slept all night?"

"I'm not tired. He smiled, except for the bloodshot in his eyes, his spirit was okay, "As long as you let me defeat Jiang Chiyu, I can lie down every day and not get up from eating, let Momo serve me food, okay?"

When Ah Mo heard him say this, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and a fear inexplicably rose in his heart, as if his words implied another extremely ominous omen. And he himself didn't even know it.

She didn't even bother to laugh, so she quickly dressed and followed him out quietly.

It was quiet outside, and it was strange when she was in the house. After all, a camp of tens of thousands of people, even if it is late at night, usually there is always some noise, but today there is none.

Not at all!

It was as quiet as if there were only two of them in the entire valley.

The moment she lifted the tent, she suddenly understood, and at the same time was deeply shocked by what she saw in front of her.

In front of the mountain gate, there was originally a small waterfall, but now it has been enlarged and widened by Jinghua with a spell, and has covered the left and right sides of the entire Tianmen Mountain, hanging from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, just like a huge picture scroll, waiting for the painter to splash ink and paint.

The tents of the soldiers she had seen last night had all been demolished, except for the one she had been resting on just now, leaving behind a large open space.

The last remaining 30,000 soldiers stood in neat formations in this clearing.

It is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as plundering as fire, and as immobile as a mountain.

Thirty thousand people are like one person, and even the rhythm of breathing is the same.

When Jinghua walked out with Ah Mo's hand, he saw that Prince Xuanhua and Tian Meng were already waiting outside, and Qinglan was also there, standing far away. The expressions on the faces of several people were calm and focused.

Ah Mo held Jinghua's hand tightly, her palms were slightly sweaty, a little excited, and a little uneasy. After staying in the army for so long, today is finally going to the battlefield, and I want to be like my brother, with blood and heart, Chi Zhi Yiwu!

She was thinking about brazen words to cheer herself up, but there was a loud bang behind her, which scared her into shrinking, and when she looked back, it turned out to be her own tent just now, which was quickly demolished by several soldiers, and even the traces were cleared with spells.

"Momo, are you scared?"

Ah Mo shook his head, puzzled: "Why did you tear down everyone's accounts? Where will you sleep at night?"

"No need!" Jinghua said dryly.

His voice was never high, but because the whole valley was so quiet, it was clear to everyone's ears.

He pulled Ah Mo and walked to the front of everyone, that is, the place where the waterfall drooped under Tianmen Mountain, where Xuanhua and the others were waiting for him.

Jinghua quietly looked at all the soldiers and slowly spoke.

"Yun Mengze's battle has been nearly three months,

But just today, we're going to let it end!

All the dead brothers, the blood that has flowed, the bones that have been buried,

I have to let Jiang Chiyu repay it a hundredfold or a thousandfold!

All the brothers of the heavens and water, we will fight for the last three hours!

Three hours later, we'll go back with the dragon's head!

Or, stay here forever!"

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is different from the usual polite and polite writing, Jinghua, who swore before the battle, every sentence is very short, sonorous, simple and straightforward.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and it seemed to be deeper, and every word seemed to be soaked in blood, full of male fierceness and fearless strength.

There seemed to be a kind of magical magic in his words, and Ah Mo listened to it, feeling that every pore of his body was gradually being stretched open, and a strong impulse began to surge under the skin and in the blood vessels.

This impulse is rampant, and she almost wants a fire to burn in her heart, making her yearn for the battlefield, eager to fight with all her might, to avenge her dead brother, and to fight for the honor of Tianshengshui!

In front of him, there are soldiers who have been killed.

The mountains and rivers are gone, and the fire is wolf. Murderous clouds, the golden knife has not dried!

Beside him, it's him.

Angry horse jade saddle, iron armor wind cold. On the bank of the White Bone River, return with blood!

She quietly took his hand.

This handsome, brave man, the heartfelt admiration of millions of warriors—it was hers.

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In the sky, raindrops were falling.

The rain came without warning. There were no dark clouds, no lightning and thunder. Even Ah Mo was still looking at the morning sun a moment ago, and the soft and clear light fell on Jinghua, outlining a beautiful gold edge for his silver helmet and armor.

But the next moment, the rain fell.

However, after a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain gradually changed from the size of a needle to a soybean-like, urgent and dense, crackling and falling on the ground, like a small and fierce hidden weapon, smashing up bursts of smoke and dust.

The 30,000 soldiers were still as silent as a mountain, and the rain struck their armor, making a clear and crisp sound, like a horn about to go on an expedition, playing a majestic song for the warriors.

The calm surface of the lake was shattered by the raindrops, and the waterfall began to roar, and the water fell more rapidly, several times more than before, as if it was full of strength, and did not hesitate to fall from the top of the mountain, just to stir up the most hearty splash at the moment of falling.

Ah Mo's clothes were instantly wet, clinging to his body, but he didn't feel cold. She looked at Jinghua and saw that his gaze was fixed on the waterfall.

I don't know when, that huge picture scroll has been imprinted on the magnificent scenery outside Tianmen Mountain! Like a huge mirror, it has traveled through time and space, and if they stand in the mountain gate, they can clearly see the outside of the mountain gate, and see every corner of the battlefield where they are going to fight bloodily!

And those raindrops, lingering around the soldiers, each one is like a shrunken crystal ball, reflecting the shadows around them, but it is not the scene here at this moment, but like the waterfall, it reflects the outside of Tianmen Mountain!

Ah Mo blurted out: "This rain is Xuanjing tea!"

Jinghua smiled.

That's right, this sky-heavy shower, this soaring waterfall, are all Jinghua's Xuanjing tea!

Tian Meng also confessed his worries.

Although Xuanjing tea can open up two different spaces, it is usually only used for communication between two people thousands of miles away, and the perspective seen is only the size of a bowl of tea.

To fit such a magnificent entire battlefield, how big a bowl should this Xuanjing tea be in?

And even if the reflection can be so large, each soldier still has to find the real-time battle situation around him in the big scene, so as to quickly react and control the actions of the wooden man?

Tian Meng thought about it, this was simply difficult to climb to the sky.

But Jinghua did not give up on the plan to fight the wooden people because of this.

He thinks that if he can crack Jiang Jingo's illusion, the wooden man battle is a very worthwhile opportunity. From tactics to execution, there will definitely be many difficulties, but if the general direction is right, then the problems encountered in the middle should be tried to overcome.

His method is to break the thinking of the stereotype and borrow from the sky!

He increased the waterfall to five times its original size, covering both sides of the entire mountain gate, and used Xuanjing tea as a turbulent water flow to reflect the vast battlefield outside Tianmen Mountain!

At the same time, he condensed the Xuanjing tea in mid-air, turned into a shower, and fell from the sky. When the soldiers are drenched in the rainstorm, they can see every microscopic scene that occurs on the battlefield through the raindrops around them, so as to react in time.

Such an amazing move, Tian Meng saw it, and he really admired it!

Jinghua cultivates the water system, and it is not difficult to make this waterfall and rain it, but the area covered is too huge, and it still needs to consume some spiritual power to maintain it for three hours with its own mana.

Ah Mo was faintly worried, but didn't say anything. Together with Xuanhua and Tian Meng, she was a group of four, standing on his left and right.