Lin Ji turned around, there were very few people behind him, and of the more than 3,000 people he brought back, there were only 100 people still standing, and most of them were injured.

Fortunately, they won, today is destined to be a day to compose a miracle, there were 3,000 Yuejia swallowing Wu in ancient times, and today 3,000 iron arms retreated.

It's just that the price is a little too great, and Lin Ji's eyes are full of blood and tears.

Sboro was shocked by the combat capability of this army that suddenly appeared, since the destruction of the first Templar Knights sent to intercept it, the re-invested troops seemed to be swept into a bottomless whirlpool, and by the time Sboro reacted, he had already lost nearly half of his soldiers at the hands of Lin Ji...... When it was Si Boluo's turn to defend the city, he realized how embarrassing it would be if the seemingly more troops in his hands were scattered in this Lanting City.

Lin Ji's combat power frightened Siboro, and he hurriedly gathered the remaining Templars, and fled along the small city gate with his tail between his legs less than a day after conquering Lanting City. Half of the Sboro who made such a verdict was frightened, and the other half was unwilling to further expand the loss, and his tense nerves for a long time prevented him from making more accurate and effective judgments. When he concluded that the newly emerged army was not the remnants of Lanting City, but the reinforcements that had arrived, he was already speechless, not to mention that the combat power of this army was so terrifying.

"Who...... Who has the strength? Lin Ji asked, only a few people responded to him, and the rest just forcibly looked at him with heavy eyelids raised, without opening their mouths.

"Help each other and don't fall asleep!" Lin Ji ordered him to gather the rest of the people together and supervise each other, and at this time he might sleep soundly, but he would never wake up.

Lin Ji ordered a few more people who were in relatively better condition, and asked them to check the battlefield to see if any of the brothers had not died yet...... Find out and give them a ride.

He himself carried a flag, staggered slowly to the platform of the City Lord's Mansion, and changed the cross flag.

When everything was done, he sat down against the flag, and he felt that he had done a good job, and the Iron Arm had done a good job this time...... Couldn't have been better. Lin Ji thought, even if Zheng Yuan was replaced, he might not be able to do better than himself.

"Hey!" Lin Ji suddenly saw someone lying on the ground.

In the huge city lord's mansion, the only people who are still alive are the soldiers of the Iron Arm Army who have just experienced this bitter battle. A few people felt so tired that their physical strength was completely drained and they couldn't even stand steadily, so they finally chose to lie down, and they rested their heads on the corpses of their former comrades.

Lin Ji's meaning of "hey" is obvious, as he said, he can't fall asleep at this time, no matter how tired he is, he can't sleep. There are already too many people dead, and Lin Ji doesn't want to die anymore. But the development of things was far from what he thought, and the people who were still standing did not pull up those who chose to lie down, but a large number of people lay down. At this critical juncture, exhaustion spreads like a plague.

Some people are alive, just sleepy.

"Get up! Get up! Lin Ji shouted.

No one paid attention to him, and this iron army, which had fought with him for thousands of miles and forced more than 10,000 Templars with ten thousand tired bodies, actually resisted.

Lin Ji was in a hurry, but he had no strength, and it was not very far from there carrying the flag, but it was a one-way journey for Lin Ji. His physical strength had dropped to zero, and now he was frantically eating away at Lin Ji's remaining body and consciousness.

"Wake them up, call them up!" Lin Ji shouted at the last man who was still standing, but still did not respond.

The soldier shook his head slightly, he smiled at Lin Ji instead, and there was guilt in his eyes, but he still chose a comfortable position and lay down slowly. The movement is really slow, as slow as a person's life, and has gone through countless events. It was so slow that the sea withered and the rocks rotted, as if a mountain had weathered and turned into sand and gravel......

Finally, the soldier's ten fingers were crossed, lightly locked on his chest and abdomen, and his expression was relaxed and contented.

Lin Ji looked around, only to find that there was no one standing in the entire City Lord's Mansion, and those who claimed to still have strength before only took a few more steps before lying on the ground one after another.

Like Lin Ji's choice, they used their last physical strength to leave their companions, like an old elephant looking for a grave, and no one wanted to add one last trouble to their former comrades-in-arms at the last moment.

Like a mysterious ceremony, there is no notice, no rehearsal, everyone understands it. A strange death ceremony, but no one was absent, and everyone calmly attended this funeral called themselves.

It's easy to die, but it's too tiring to survive. Day and night are still non-stop, the oil is exhausted but the bloody battle is dry, nothing is difficult for them, no matter who they are, they have to praise them as true heroes, real men.

It turns out that it can really exhaust people.

So today's city lord's mansion is clearly divided between life and death, standing and living, falling and dying. Except for the Lin Halberd, who was sitting on the flag and was already half a dead man, there was no one alive.

"Don't! No! Lin Ji shouted as hard as he could, although his voice was small, it was a voice that came from his heart.

Returning to that age-old topic, wars are never won or lost.

Lin Ji then understood that belligerence is evil, because survival is human instinct, and war makes people seek death.

At this time, there should be a rain to wash away the sins on the earth, and Lin Ji will wash his face with tears.

But no, because God only talks about life and death, not poetry.

Lin Ji's body was covered in blood, soaking his clothes and pants, getting stickier and stickier, and getting heavier and heavier.

Lin Ji's head slid backwards along the flagpole, and the flagpole was close to his neck, but if it didn't fit tightly, Lin Ji's head continued to fall backwards. In a few moments, the back of his head would hit the ground hard.

"It's so hard to live." At the last moment, Lin Ji laughed at himself, he didn't look up, he couldn't look up.

For a short moment, he saw the blood-stained walls of the City Lord's Mansion, saw the clear blue sky, and the absence of a corpse made him feel a lot better, and then he laughed.

Since it's tiring to be alive, it might be better to die, he thought.

The scenery on the horizon kept streaking before his eyes, and they were all similar clouds, very white, very white.

A pair of small hands held his head, it was a different cloud.

Xu Lingling is also wearing white clothes today.

"Miss!" Xie Xiyan, as her guardian knight, hurriedly chased after her, and saw that Xu Lingling's clothes had been stained with a lot of blood, and frowned slightly.

"Now it's a saint!" Xu Lingling corrected.

The fighting in Lanting City suddenly stopped, and the Templars, who were still aggressive, withdrew in a panic, leaving everyone unclear. It wasn't until there was no movement for a long time that people believed that the people of the Holy Sect had really withdrawn, Xu Lingling hurriedly took someone to check it, and traced it all the way to the city lord's mansion.

Although I don't know how tragic the battle has happened here before, looking at the corpses on the ground, and those half-dead Iron Arm soldiers. Since she is a saint, how can she not be saved when she dies?

Xu Lingling took off Xie Xiyan's coat and rolled it into a ball under Lin Ji's head, and then she chanted the divine word.

"God, who is not cruel or merciful, I pray to you for justice, and hear me."

Xu Lingling took out a small dagger from her arms, she didn't hesitate, she held it with her other hand, under Xie Xiyan's unbearable gaze, the dagger wiped a knife in her palm, and the holy blood that belonged to her fell, failed to fall to the ground, turned into light in mid-air, and lingered on her side in an orderly manner.

The blood was still dripping, and Xie Xiyan's expression was getting worse, but the more dazzling and dazzling the light turned into light.

"Here and now, the heart of God is like mine, and I am willing to suffer from this and burn this blood to save the world......"

At the last glance of Lin Ji, what he saw was a woman who walked out of a picture scroll, walking out of the blue sky and white clouds, dressed in white, not stained with dust, like a fairy.

"Go ahead." Xu Lingling whispered, and those lights sank into the bodies where the breath was still there.

"Don't worry, you'll be alive." She said this to Lin Ji, which was also the last sentence Lin Ji heard today, and then he settled down and fell into a long coma.