The demon pestle is like a meteor, like a thunderbolt, and has completely melted in the wind. When reappeared, the first guard finally caught a hint of goldenness, and immediately heard the sound of his own sternum shattering.

"Bang!"

The sound was pleasant, and with the sound of it, the guard even had time to look down. Then he saw that there was an extra bowl-sized hole in his chest.

The tip of the pestle was covered with blood, like a bloodthirsty killer, desperately biting towards the next obstacle.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Six people, with twelve layers of armor on their chests and backs, layered on top of each other. And the demon pestle, like an indomitable warrior, is not afraid of any obstacles!

The second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth!

In the blink of an eye, the remaining five guards replicated the tragic fate of the first person. They didn't even have time to cry out before they were killed by the transparent pit in their chests.

And even if they gave everything, they couldn't delay the demon pestle for even a second, and they were powerless to change the fate of His Majesty the Emperor, whom they respected.

Zao Wou-Ki felt panic for the first time, as if he had heard the call of death, and the blur was in his ears.

He doesn't believe in fate, let alone that among thousands of troops, the power of one person can turn things around.

He is the one who is protected by the Immortal Heaven, and he is the future co-master of the world! He was about to reprimand Fang Xuan to point out the country and plant the banner of the Xia Kingdom in every corner of the earth.

Countless monarchs have to kneel at their feet and shout long live, and thousands of Li people have to sing the praises of their great achievements!

How can such a self be threatened by others!

Unconsciously, he even straightened his chest - he had endured it long enough, suppressed it long enough. He was never willing or able to show his cowardly side.

Never!

He has made up his mind to take on the challenge with a sense of poise. But the sound of "bang" sounded almost at the same time, but the courage that had been accumulated with great difficulty collapsed in an instant. He didn't know where the voice came from, but he heard the murmur of death.

"Bang!"

When he heard this voice for the last time, the wind was still.

He felt something penetrate his body, and his chest was cold. Vaguely, he seemed to understand what was happening, but he would rather deceive himself than accept such a cold truth.

The demon pestle came out from behind him, and the tip of the golden pestle was dyed red, shining red in the sun's light.

A blood flower, quietly blooming.

Zao Wou-ki's pupils contracted suddenly, and the magnificent scene in front of him was quickly covered by a layer of black curtain, and as far as the eye could see, it was all a boundless blackness.

The worshipping envoys, the kneeling ministers, the people who praise virtue, the magnificent palace, and the crowning of the king of the world with a golden crown...... A moving picture flashed in my mind, and in an instant, it returned to nothingness.

"Impossible! I am ...... World...... Co-master! ”

The obsession turned into an electric current, which flashed through his mind for the last time. Unwillingness, surprise, ambition, annoyance...... All kinds of emotions converged into a moment of brilliance in his eyes, and finally dissipated into a dead ash.

In the unbelievable gaze of everyone around him, accompanied by his blood-stained clothes, Zao Wou-ki's eyes were dim and fell to the sky!

"Boom!"

When his body fell to the ground, everyone realized that there was a shocking blood hole in his chest.

Even if he fell to the ground, Zao Wou-ki's eyes still did not close, but looked straight at the sky, as if questioning the omnipotent Immortal Heaven: Why did he withdraw his long-standing protection when he needed her the most?

The dream of the emperor will eventually dissipate.

The road to the east, long loess, buried an emperor who was once ambitious.

The wind is scattered, and the clouds are light.

When the heavens once again played the pointer of reincarnation, the bloody army seemed to stand still.

Many people opened their mouths wide, as if they could not digest this almost legendary fact - the man who rushed behind enemy lines single-handedly really completed the task of "decapitation"!

No one wants to believe it, but they have to believe it. Zao Wou-ki, who was lying motionless on the yellow earth quietly, had already used his life to announce the heartbreaking news.

Zao Wou-Ki, the king of Xia, died at the age of forty-six!

Compared with the Hu people's confusion, the Tang warriors had a completely different reaction.

Ji Chen's eyes widened, looking at the figure who was standing on the yellow earth with his chest straight, facing the black oppressive army without fear, and asked as if verifying: "Big brother, ...... he?"

"He did it!" Chen Buping nodded affirmatively. Such an iron-clad man, but his eyes were blurred by tears. "He really did it, he saved all of us, he is the hero of the entire Datang!"

Dai Tianya looked at the west, and was stunned for a long time.

In the face of the surging Xia army, he was already ready to die for his country. Maybe the horse leather shroud that died on the battlefield is the best place for him.

But in the end, it seemed that a miracle from far away suddenly came to him, which made him a little dazed and unbelievable.

Xia Guo Zao Wou-Ki is dead!

Tang An, he succeeded!

Suddenly, as if a hot blood rushed to the top of his head, Dai Tianya's dark face, his facial features were distorted together because of extreme excitement.

He raised the long sword in his hand above the top and shouted with all his strength: "The Emperor of the Xia Kingdom is dead!" Datang will win!! Brothers - Kill !!! ”

"Datang will win!! Kill!!!! ”

The shouts that erupted from the throats of every Tang soldier formed a wave that was enough to overturn the heavens and the earth, making the black-pressed Hu army frightened.

Even if the number of people is not superior, but at this time, in the hearts of every Tang people, they are invincible divisions!

Lord Tang, whom they respected, slaughtered the first person in the Xia Kingdom alone, is there more exciting news than this?

The knife and sword became the killing weapon in the hands of the Tang army. The shame of the past, the aggression of the past, and the hatred of the past have all turned into a shadow of swords and swords.

Kill, kill a piece of rivers and mountains, and kill the Hulu with a broken liver and gall!

The Hu people did begin to be timid, not because they were afraid of the Tang people's bravery, but because they were afraid of the uncertain future.

Zao Wou-Ki died, as did the leaders of the Xiongnu and Tiele tribes. In the vast army, there is no one who has the qualifications to serve the public. The iron hooves of the Xia Kingdom, which is enough to level the world, have become a plate of loose sand.

The rest of the generals faced this sudden change, and their brains were racing fast. Although they don't want to admit it, they have to face the harsh reality: an army that is not united and cannot be united is no longer worthy to be called an invincible army. The plan to capture the Tang Dynasty has been put on hold with the emperor's funeral.

The most ridiculous and ironic thing is that the empire of Nuoda was defeated by only one person!

What will happen if the Xia Kingdom spent countless energy and exhausted everything to start a war that failed to obtain enough benefits in the end?

In order to minimize losses, the large tribes will speed up the annexation of the smaller tribes to preserve their position. And in order to survive, small tribes will also start a life-and-death fight.

Far from stopping, the melee in the Western Regions will intensify!

And before that, whoever can deliver the news to their clan in the shortest time will be able to seize the opportunity and be invincible in this upcoming war in the Western Regions.

In other words, the strategic focus of the leaders of each tribe has begun to shift at this time - from how to capture the behemoth of the Tang Dynasty to how to protect themselves!

As the first clan leader turned his horse's head, he shouted "Retreat"! Finally a "stream" diverted down from the black "river" and fled in panic towards the west.

This escape was the prelude to the collapse of the army.

Without the command of the backbone, more and more tribes choose to preserve their living forces. One black team after another began to retreat, and the invincible Western Regions Coalition Army collapsed in an instant like a toppled edifice.

How could Dai Tianya give up such an opportunity? The oppression, humiliation, and brutality of the Xia people turned every Tang person's hatred for them into violent blood. Seeing that the morale of the other party was completely lost, the Tang army, which was full of fighting spirit, broke out with amazing combat effectiveness.

They rushed all the way to the west to kill, and the Hu people who fled in despair were crushed, and slowly the loess was dyed red!

What makes them even more proud is that in the nearly 100-year battle with the Xia people, Datang won the frontal battlefield for the first time.

And it was such a brilliant and magnificent victory!

In the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of running, and the deafening shouts of killing, Tang An, who was the greatest hero of this battle, had no joy of victory.

As if he was afraid that the fleeing army would disturb his lover's dream, he returned to Su Meier's side, gently grabbed her weak and boneless waist, and hugged her into his arms.

There were black figures all around, but no one dared to attack him. On his side, it has become the four major human beings. The Dharma King seems to be silently revealing what kind of price it will pay to offend this monster-like man. From a distance, in the black torrent, only Tang An was empty for a radius of tens of meters, as if he was a stone in the river, isolating the rushing flood.

Chen Buping finally killed Tang An's side. Under his leadership, the bloodied warriors of the "Avengers" surrounded him and protected the commander's thoughtfulness. And looking at him almost sluggishly hugging the "sleeping" woman, everyone couldn't bear it, and kept silent tacitly, not knowing whether to disturb the hard-working lovers.

Tang An was unheard of by everything around him, and his unfocused eyes looked blankly at the yellow earth, accompanied by the flying dust, humming a song with a strange tune.

Without the time of a song,

I'm in love with you.

The music doesn't stop,

Thoughts begin.

If love is a game,

I'm willing to lose to you.

Unexpectedly, waiting is a lonely thing.

I love you, I love you, but it's just three words.

Simply, seriously, frightened myself.

I love you without asking, I'm not the best.

I'm sorry, but please allow me to climb you......

Can such a song touch your heart?

Mei'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Before the singing was finished, he was already in tears. In his world, the heat of the desert has long gone, but the snow is falling.

Holding Su Mei'er's fragrant shoulders tightly, Tang An had already cried into tears, and muttered to himself under the gaze of a cadre of soldiers who secretly wiped their tears: "Mei'er, let's go home, return to that place where there will always be peace and tranquility and no quarrel with the world......"