A piece of blood, a sea of water. There is no name, except death.

Death is on the verge of survival**, unprecedentedly strong: "If you don't see Aaron, how can you die?" ”

Seeing a giant tree flowing down the river, Qinghe did not hesitate, stretched out his leg and hugged it tightly. Finally able to go with the flow, finally struggle out of the water, and finally grab a few breaths.

I don't know how long it was, and I don't know where it was, but suddenly stopped moving forward, but swirled around the water, and it turned out to crash into an ancient pine that was nearly half submerged.

Qinghe immediately made a decision, gave up the giant tree, jumped up the tree, and climbed to the top.

Seeing that the water was growing higher and higher, and Wu Bing's floating corpses were rushing more and more, Qinghe was frightened: "In my life, I was born with a hard life, an unlucky ghost possessed my body, and a demon of bad luck was born." Wu and Shu exchanged troops, how could I, the melon-eating masses, come to suffer death again and again, and return to fight to be a pioneer? ”

After thinking about it, he scolded in the bottom of his heart: "'Flying Dragon in the sky', scheming, guiding the water of the Wujiang River, pouring into the Wulong Valley, killing thousands of enemy soldiers without a single soldier." ”

The water is full of gold and continues to be staged. Qinghe hugged the canopy of the tree, and saw the torrent carrying boulders and dead bodies, rushing and surging, devouring everything, and the water level was even more rising.

The flood did not pass the feet, the knees, and the waist, knowing that death was not far away, and was full of resentment: "O enemy! Foe! Nemesis! Nemesis! In this life and this life, there is only one wish: in the next life and the next life, don't encounter the 'flying dragon in the sky' again. ”

Unexpectedly, the flood was almost chest, and the speed of the rush did not rise, and the water level did not rise again. I don't know how long it took for the water level to start dropping.

No, Qinghe was overjoyed, saw that the water was slowing down, and hurriedly swam to the opposite shore. In the end, he was able to be down-to-earth, and he did not hesitate, threw off his feet, hid his body, and struggled to climb the mountain.

Unexpectedly, when I didn't travel much, I suddenly heard the shouts of killing in front of me all over the mountains, the sound of artillery shook the ground, and the sound of feather arrows was deafening!

Climb up, climb high and overlook, the southeast of the Wulong Valley, the flag is unfurled, the trumpet is fluttering, the grass and trees are all soldiers and ghosts crying, and the ambush is heavy on all sides; The sound of gongs, the sound of golden drums, the two armies against each other with knives and guns, and infinite killing opportunities in the valley.

What a bloodthirsty mountain! What a valley of death!

Qinghe was once shot by a needle, and he was afraid of war for ten years. If you want to escape, you are already physically exhausted, and you are even more afraid of being found all over the mountain. After thinking about it, I was cautious and hid in a small cave on the top of the mountain.

This hole is high, dangerous and hidden, and there are bushes and shrubs as shelters, the terrain is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, not to mention rolling wood? Shi, don't say that the gun is hidden and the arrow, even the artillery grenade can't hurt her.

Since it was safe, he immediately made up his mind: "Before the end of the war, no matter the Jade Emperor, no matter if the Buddha comes, even if he comes to summon him, he will never leave the cave half a step." ”

Climb into the cave 1st pose: take off your boots!

The pair of military boots that cost people's lives are not only dead and sunk, but also dead and dead. A pair of small feet, soaked in the flood, burned in pain. When I took off my boots, I saw that countless blood blisters were grinding out of the soles, insteps, toes, and ankles.

The pain was unbearable, and he scolded Bo Ying again: "The merciful and compassionate Si Ming Xingjun will punish the green fly for giving birth to a woman in the next life, and she is a small-footed woman who was chased and killed everywhere and fled in embarrassment!" ”

After scolding the unlucky blue fly, he felt even more uneasy in his conscience: "How can I not distinguish between good and good? Think about the evil "flying dragon in the sky", compared with him, the green fly is like a savior, better than Bao Qingtian. ”

While hiding in the cave to be a lynx, he prayed with a sad face: "Wu and Shu countries, who wins and who loses, has nothing to do with me, but I want a quick victory, and few lives will be destroyed." Her voice of prayer was more fervent and reverent than the soldiers who were looking forward to a truce in the battle between the two armies.

The prayers were intermittent, curiosity prevailed, and I endured it, but I still couldn't help but peek into the Wuguo Valley at the bottom of the mountain. At a glance, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "What! The Shu army was scarce, and the Wu army was overwhelming. Is the disparity in strength more than three times? The blue fly still said that the Shu army will win? Is it water in the brain? If you don't believe you, although most of the Wu army was wiped out by the flash flood, it is still overcrowded. ”

Take a closer look and see through the heavens: "Huh? The Shu army seems to have taken advantage of it. It turned out that they were condescending, conducive to attack and defensive, and the terrain was favorable; Moreover, it guards the strategic channel, and one husband is the gate, and ten thousand people are not open; The key is to also control the water source land with ravines and streams. ”

After a look, he suddenly realized: "The Shu army trapped the Wu army in the Wuyao Valley and was catching turtles in the urn. What's the use of having more soldiers? was washed by the flood, dizzy, and now it is even more dilemma and in a desperate situation. It seems that the blueflies are incomparable, and the blueflies' prophecy should not be underestimated. ”

Wu Jun is struggling to break through, how can it be a tragic word? Trapped in a huge urn, it was swept down by the flood for a while, bombarded by artillery fire for a while, surrounded and roasted by fire for a while, attacked and rammed by boulders for a while, and killed by random arrows for a while. Under the extreme fear, they trampled on each other, killing and injuring countless people. Losing troops and losing generals, not being systematic.

Desperate fight, can't survive, helpless, how can a painful word?

Hey? Who is that, the commander? Look at him, "The horse-made Lou is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt; The body is like a flying sky, and the sword is like a lightning dragon".

Ahh That's the commander of the Shu army, "Flying Dragon in the Sky"! The most ruthless and cold-blooded "Flying Dragon in the Sky"! The most ruthless and unrighteous "Flying Dragon in the Sky"!

Looking at the "flying dragon in the sky", I really have palpitations. He is an old man, and he is really "a rabbit and an eagle falcon flying down, and a horse betting on a thousand feet." The broken string is out of the hand of the column arrow, and the flying lightning passes through the gap bead and turns the load"!

It was him that day, with his sword falling and piercing through my heart-lung diaphragm. He is more demonic than Han Bo, more vicious than Qing Feng, more ruthless than Bai Feng, more fierce than Chi Feng, more treacherous than Bi Feng, more cunning than Lan Feng, more brutal than Jin Cicada, more beast than Zhuo Xing, more fierce than Xiangchen, more vicious than Xiangwu, and bloodier than Xiangyan.

In this life, all the fierce enemies I have encountered, combined, are no match for him.

She touched her front heart, probed her back, cold sweat, hot sweat, and evil sweat, accompanied by each other, flowing alternately; Arrow wounds, whip wounds, and stab wounds, like thorns, are fierce and painful.

She trembled wildly while pinching her little fingers: "If you make a kill list, several times in Kyushu, there is no dispute, "Flying Dragon in the Sky", ranking first on the list!" ”

Reason for being on the list: elusive and endlessly changing; Martial arts are superb, and he is a hero; Cold-blooded and ruthless, killing invisible!

Kill Level: Level 10!

Ruthless Index: Ten Stars!

His cold arrows are especially weird, digging holes and looking for cracks, and they are pervasive. Since he is extremely cruel, I must take precautions.

The earth-shattering, ghost-shaking shouts filled the entire battlefield, and the smoke of war that covered the sky and the wind covered the clouds made it difficult for her to breathe and hear. Even so, I can't help but look down:

"In such a battle, with less to win more, with the weak to defeat the strong, how many times can the world fight? Throughout my life, how many opportunities can I have to hide to the side and watch secretly? ”

The sword light and sword shadow, the trumpet cannon is in the sky, the flesh and blood are flying, thrilling. The two sides of Wu and Shu have fought to the death, and the net has been broken.

Thousands of troops and horses, galloping through the valley, not exhausting the fighting, the sound of despair, the sound of doomsday, everywhere. Wuyao Mountain hides behind the valley, like a thousand-year-old monster, with teeth and claws, bloodthirsty and ruthless, wanting to tear everything up and devour everything.

In the Wujiao Valley, the sky was full of artillery fire, and the feathered arrows were scattered like fans, exploding overhead, and shooting in the air.

The sound of artillery explosions, the sound of thousands of arrows in unison, and the sound of people shouting and neighing, pierced the vast sky. The sky that did not fall, exuded the breath of death, and was filled with the sound of death.

In the sea of arrows and fire, it is impossible to distinguish between the invaders and the counterattackers, the killers and the killed, and the winners and losers. I only know that a large number of young lives, the sword is reversed, farewell to rage, loss of fierceness, farewell to eternity, loss of eternity.

The red blood is steaming, glamorous than the thriving morning sun; Hundreds of limbs were falling off, cheaper than the dirt under their feet.

Life and death are opposed, blood and fire are scorched, nothing matters, only the dust falls. The blood-stained sky has no end; The blood-colored earth has no landing.

Look at the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" again, galloping on the battlefield, commanding if determined, earth-shattering, brave and invincible.

He seems to possess infinite resourcefulness, endless strategy, infinite courage, and infinite attack power.