Outside the day.

The crying was mourning, there was a light rain in the sky, and even God was sentimental.

The Tianhuo Sect army lost 670,000 people, but Great Qin also lost 30,000 people.

This proportion seems very small, but before this battle, they had already fought two big battles, and they were killed by wheels, and nearly 100,000 people died in two battles, and most of the 30,000 people died in this war, and nearly 120,000 people died in the three wheels.

The collision between the Imperial Dynasty and the Divine Dynasty is a hell, killing and injuring tens of thousands of people every day.

"Woo ......"

The sound of the horn sounded and echoed in the ears of the soldiers.

"Take the Great Qin Erlang home!" The bloodied man gave the order.

His voice was very soft and soft, the exact opposite of the coldness of the previous conversation with the savage man.

As he spoke, his figure slowly fell, and he picked up the corpse of a soldier with a broken arm, and under the soldier's iron helmet was a young face, only about twenty-one years old.

"I'm home." He said softly.

did not choose to step into the air, but step by step down-to-earth towards the sky.

"I'm home."

“……”

Similar words echoed on the battlefield, mixed with the sound of rain.

The Great Qin army returned to the city.

There was the sound of trumpets in the Tianxian Pass, which became arrogant, and there was the beating of drums.

This is not a signal to go to war or retreat, it is a sound of triumph, and it is also a tribute to the dead.

The gates of the city were opened.

The two rows of torches, the light of the fire is soft, like the soul of the dead, silent and noisy, only the requiem formed by the horn and drum is sounding.

Yan Wu was rare and did not frolic, he was stained with blood and stood outside the city.

Beside him was Fang Xuan.

The two of them stood outside the pass for a long time, they were the only outsiders in this war, not from the Great Qin Dynasty.

Yan Wu watched all this.

There was a sigh in his mouth, "Being born in Great Qin is both happy and unfortunate. ”

"They're more about happiness." Fang Xuan's voice came from the side.

Hear the words.

Yan Wu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

"Great Qin...... Da Qin ......" He read two sentences and did not speak.

Silently watched the army return to the city for a while.

Yan Wu looked at Fang Xuan, "What are you going to do with the two of them." ”

There are two dried corpses beside the two, and to be more precise, two strong men who have no strength and are worse than death.

Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng gasped, they wanted to leave but they didn't have any strength at all, and they couldn't even mobilize their spirits, so they could only wait quietly for death.

"You can't kill us." Yi Xiaocheng tried his best to speak, his voice hoarse.

He is very afraid of death, he is a person who is afraid of death, otherwise he would not have found Zhang Wutong to accompany him to do the task given to him by the elder this time.

It's just that he didn't calculate it after a thousand calculations, and he and Zhang Wu couldn't escape the death robbery as they went down the mountain and exited the country, which made Yi Xiaocheng unwilling and frightened, thinking that no matter how difficult this task was, his life would not be in danger, but in the end, it turned out to be such a situation.

Zhang Wutong didn't speak, his eyes stared at Fang Xuan deadly.

He is much better than Yi Xiaocheng, he doesn't care about dying, and there is ruthlessness in his eyes.

"I thought of the result when I fell into your hands, let's do it." Zhang Wutong's voice came.

Fang Xuan held the Drought Sword in his hand.

He looked at Zhang Wutong and then at Yi Xiaocheng.

The two looked diametrically opposed, one looked at death as home, and the other feared death.

"Puff ......"

Not caring about Yi Xiaocheng's begging for mercy, Fang Xuan cut off the heads of the two, and the Drought Sword devoured the corpses of the two people, turning them into boundless demonic energy.

"These two brothers are really interesting." Yan Wu said with a smile, he noticed the expressions of the two.

Immediately, he looked at Fang Xuan.

"Xiao Tongtian died at your hands, and now two more people have died in the Divine Realm, and the people of Biyou Palace will not be able to sit still."

"So what?"

Fang Xuan asked with a smile.

Yan Wu shrugged, he knew Fang Xuan's attitude, and he expected it.

Since Fang Xuan dared to kill Su Qingmu, he wouldn't care about this.

Then the two of them walked towards Tianxian Pass.

The death of the two people in the god realm of Biyou Palace did not make the two of them fluctuate a little from beginning to end, as if they were not two gods, but two ants.

……

Inside the city.

The army triumphed, and everything was in order.

Doctors, healers, and even venerable alchemists are all on the move.

Those with minor injuries are also helping out.

There are no triumphant celebrations, only busy, preparing for the next big war, the enemy will come, this is not the final battle, but just one of the chapters and glorious pages of the future when people write ancient history.

Fang Xuan and Yan Wu walked through the pass.

They are some of the more special people in the city.

No one said anything about them, Fang Xuan was the highest combat power in the Guan, he didn't need to be busy with this, after all, he was not a person from Great Qin, and being able to help them block and kill the prince was already a great Qin soldier's gratitude.

As for Yan Wu, they didn't know who this was, but they had heard that this person was not from Great Qin, and that he could fight in the same way that they respected him, whether it was his cultivation or Yan Wu's behavior, it was respectable.

Everyone was busy with their own business, and occasionally someone passed by them.

One of the monks was carried into the tent.

The monk did not have the ethereal dust in the eyes of ordinary people, some of his body was gone, his flesh and blood were blurred, he gritted his teeth and did not hum.

He was carried into another tent.

There were a few companions beside that monk, some of them had lost their arms, all of them were injured, and there was also an alchemist beside him, who hurriedly passed by Fang Xuan, and kept muttering the word "hold and hold" in his mouth.

"That person ......" Fang Xuan looked at the tent.

That person has no chance to be rescued, and he is not far from death.

Yan Wu noticed Fang Xuan's gaze and asked, "What's wrong." ”

"He ......"

Fang Xuan was about to speak.

Suddenly, there was a cry from inside the tent.

It was not the monk's voice, it was from his companions.

"He's dead." Yan Wu understood why Fang Xuan went to see it, "You can see that he is going to die, right?" ”

"He won't last long."

When Fang Xuan saw that person, he immediately knew that that person was not far from death.

When the cultivator died, he gritted his teeth from beginning to end, without a single shout, and he did not cry out of pain until he died.

He survived the victory, but in the end he died in the pass and still did not survive......

On the way to the small courtyard of the residence.

I saw the yard not far away, and I could see Xiaodou and Xiaolu on the road.

Azuki is cautious.

He was very scared after coming to Tianxian Pass, even now he was afraid, he saw too many bloody pictures, and his body trembled.

It's just that although Xiaodou is timid, he is still sensible and comes out to help.

The small body was busy shuttling, and he lifted a curtain.

The white tent cloth was lifted.

Let Yan have no surprise, Xiaodou did not walk in for the first time.

Following his line of sight, he looked from Xiaodou's side, and he saw the scene inside the tent.

Very ordinary.

Sixteen men were lying on the mats.

They were badly wounded, had a hard time moving, and were unable to participate in the big battle.

Following Xiaodou's line of sight, Yan Wu discovered the reason why Xiaodou was standing still.

Near a mat outside the tent, there was a man standing, with blood stains of enemy blood on his body, holding a red silk scarf in his hand.

The man bowed his head.

On the mat lay a middle-aged man with untrimmed stubble on his face.

The person next to the bed seemed to be saying something to him, the middle-aged soldier did not respond, he raised his arm to cover his eyes, covering part of his face, and if you look closely, you will find that there are tears flowing out of the cracks.

The middle-aged soldier's shoulders were twitching, and he was biting his lips and teeth, as if he didn't want people to hear him crying, which affected the rest of the wounded in the tent.

Xiaodou looked at this scene in a daze, and he was silent for a long time.

At that moment, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

Turn your head and look back.

It was Yan Wu and Fang Xuan.

Xiaodou hurriedly saluted, he didn't dare to talk to Fang Xuan like a few days ago, some were in awe......

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