A person, full of blood, thousands of miles of wild sand.

Tang An's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze crossed the yellow sand, and he was firmly fixed on the man on horseback not far away.

He is Zao Wou-ki, the emperor of the Xia Kingdom, and the culprit who has harmed countless Tang people who are buried in the yellow sand and are frightened. For the sake of his ambition, he is willing to let the world go crazy with him.

How many wives who are looking forward to their husbands coming home only wait for a list of the dead.

How many children stared at their innocent eyes and looked at their family members with tears, not knowing that they had already lost their fathers.

How many kind-hearted people have been displaced, and even become slaves and playthings of the Hu people!

The sons and daughters behind who are defending their families and the country are also fighting bloodily for this person's selfish desires, and I don't know how many people are unwilling to leave their lives here!

What angered Tang An the most was that he used the Shenwu Sect as a tool to consolidate imperial power, and turned a woman with a pure heart into a ruthless executioner for the sake of the Zhao family.

She is the woman she loves most in her life, and right now, she is lying quietly on the yellow sand, not knowing if she will leave her forever.

The initiator of all this is Zao Wou-Ki!

The monstrous killing intent converged on the palms. Tang An's eyes with hatred stared at Zhao Wouji without blinking, and the violent killing intent made him recklessly accumulate strength, and the palm full of the internal strength of the "whale sucking" slowly aimed at the four big ones who fell to the ground. His Holiness.

Red Fire and Songke were horrified.

They had just witnessed the tragic situation of Lone, and finally realized what kind of monster they had provoked. They wanted to escape, but they had no choice but to hurt their muscles and bones, so they could only move little by little on the yellow earth, wanting to get away from this place as soon as possible.

But as Tang An stretched out his palms, the irresistible force made the two of them like fish in a whirlpool, and they had no right to struggle at all. They had to fly back involuntarily, and their hard work of climbing out for dozens of meters was in vain.

On the other side, the unconscious King Yan Lu and the bleeding King Gu Na who was about to die were not spared, and they meekly floated away with the suction of their palms, just like the will of the king of the most loyal courtiers, and did not dare to disobey in the slightest.

Four. The Dharma King, in two directions, one on top of the other, was attached to Tang An's palm.

As if he knew what fate he would face, Chihuo's eyes were bloodshot and trembled like a chaff sieve. He was still young, unwilling to give up his life tomorrow, and roared heartbreakingly: "Don't kill me!" I'm willing to make you a cow and a horse, in exchange for my cheap life! ”

The gurgling nonsense sounded in Tang An's ears like fried beans. Although he couldn't understand it, he could guess what it meant, but this show of loyalty in enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens could not be exchanged for Tang An's compassion.

It's easy to let them go, but who has ever pitied poor Mei'er?

"Don't kill me, spare me! Spare ......"

Tang An looked resolute, and when the ruthless internal energy pulled the last of their vitality from their bodies, the noise stopped abruptly.

Even from afar, Zao Wou-Ki and others can see that the four famous people. Mage, his body is rapidly drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And their expressions were frozen in the moment of extreme horror.

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"Your Majesty, this person looks too dangerous, please stay out of the way for the time being, and let the last general send a large army to strangle him!"

Zao Wou-Ki could also feel the killing intent exuded by Tang An, and felt extremely sorry in his heart.

He is very puzzled, compared with the hegemony of the male family, the feeling is simply humble and a little pitiful, why are so many people willing to moth to the fire?

Pathetic men often can't tell the difference between physical and emotional. What's even sadder is that Zao Wou-Ki never felt pathetic.

He sighed and said, "Go ahead, and try not to hurt him if you can." ”

"Order!" General Goschley, who was beside Zhao Wouji, beat his chest with his right hand, ordered a team of people, and said, "You protect the emperor Zhou Quan, and the others will follow me to arrest him back!" ”

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In the camp on the west side, another large group of people lined up. This time, both the number of people and the momentum are far from being comparable to the previous two times, and it seems that Zao Wou-Ki has moved his real character.

Tang An was not afraid, or he had forgotten what fear was. There are only five words that support him to still stand.

Resentment, hatred, mourning, anger, killing!

Tang An's forehead was bruised, and the four big. The possession of His Holiness is obviously not something to be enjoyed. The huge energy gathered in his chest, as if it was about to tear his whole body apart, and only made him feel endless pain.

He endured it with great patience, just to repay this pain and pain ten million times in the next moment!

Letting the fierce and furious aura in his body become stronger and stronger, Tang An's red eyes carried endless killing intent.

Then, the charge began.

Stuck in the yellow sand, people are like a strong wind!

"Catch him!"

Hundreds of fierce horsemen came on the sand waves, like evil beasts that overturned the wild sand, and the momentum was amazing.

Tang An turned a blind eye. In his world, there is only one executioner Zao Wou-Ki who brings disaster to the common people!

One step, build momentum.

Two steps, Ben Lei.

Three steps, borrowing.

Four steps, the wind and thunder turn, the heaven and the earth move!

His right hand was opened, and the invisible qi seemed to lay a rope between heaven and earth, making the golden demon pestle that had submerged in the sand let out a soft groan, and it was meekly "pulled" into Tang An's hand.

The five fingers grasped the pestle shaft, and the huge internal energy was injected into it, making it look golden.

"Ah!!!!h

Tang An shouted angrily, bent over, stretched out his arms, and borrowed the terrain!

All the resentment, all the sorrow, turned into an earth-shattering throw!

As if because of the force, half of his right leg was completely sunk into the yellow sand. The strength in his chest that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth burst out, and the tip of the pestle tattooed with the Buddha statue was aimed in the direction where Zao Wou-Ki was, and his right arm crossed a semi-circular trajectory full of power.

Su Meier's smile, the broken family, the soldiers who fought bloodily, and the expectations of the people of Limin...... Countless images intertwined in Tang An's mind, as if injecting endless power into his crumbling body.

Finally, the power is thrown!

"Whew!"

The demon pestle made a sound of breaking wind, just turned into a flickering golden light, and disappeared without a trace in the wind as if it had traveled through time and space.

Indescribably fast, irresistibly fast!

Seeing Tang An's posture, Goschley, who led the army to charge, was slightly stunned, instinctively wanting to capture the trajectory of the demon pestle, but only saw the desolation of the wilderness.

Not only him, but the Eastern Army camp also noticed the changes here. Most of the people tacitly stopped fighting, but looked to the east from afar, looking at another battlefield opened up by the Tang Dynasty independently.

The wind is drifting, the clouds are moving, and under the blue sky, the wilderness is lonely.

The Huns and Tiele people looked at the statue-like figure, and a nervous mood began to spread. But what they are nervous about, they don't know.

Ji Chen and Chen Buping even forgot to breathe, their eyes followed Tang An's fierce throwing posture and walked away, and even their hearts suddenly stopped.

Dai Tianya's eyes seemed to jump out of his sockets, and he kept repeating the same word excitedly in his heart.

"Medium, Medium, Medium!!!!"

Sometimes, an instant is eternal, such as Tang An's throw.

Needless to say, everyone sensed the crisis. Zao Wou-ki's six personal guards consciously lined up in front of Zao Wou-Ki, but even if the man standing at the front widened his eyes, he couldn't see where the crisis came from at all.

But not only why, they always feel like thin paper in front of sharp arrows, and what awaits them will be the end of being ruthlessly torn apart.

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