His neck was torn in half, and Zhao Yong felt pain for a moment, but he quickly fell off his horse with relief.

But Wen Cheng didn't let go of this opportunity to kill, even if it was an idol, he had to arouse more fighting spirit, and when he rushed over, he finally remembered that he still had a weapon, so he called out the dim Wushuang to Zhao Yong who landed on the ground.

At this moment, Wen Cheng's eyes suddenly became pitch black.

Because the monks cheated again, because of the time difference between inside and outside the enchantment, at this time, Rumei and Shang Zhi came to the bottom of the Inner Jinshui Bridge, but when they saw the team leader and Luo Lan trapped, they naturally wouldn't let go, so they rode their horses and jumped onto the city wall, one person was responsible for the side of the Yanyi Tower, and the Jinyi Guard killed together and threw arrows at the monks in the square, but only the magic circle and the Taoist priests couldn't do it, in case the magic circle was interrupted, no one dared to imagine what the result would be.

On the other side of the equation, it seemed that the spirits were a little shaken, but some of the monks began to murmur, and then all the monks began to chant together.

Om, Humoli, Humoli, Sulphari, Sulvaha.

Wen Cheng, who lost her vision in the circle, began to feel dizzy, and Luo Lan on the other side also began to cover her head and lose her balance, and her shoulder armor was hit by King Lanling, which made her unable to breathe, and she gasped while retreating.

Zhao Yong's body was gradually emitting dark blue light particles, but the next enemy had already come.

Wen Cheng sensed that the situation was not good, so he groped his way to Luo Lan's side, and finally felt at ease after back-to-back with her.

But when my sword falls so far away, is it just this gun? Condensation has not yet reached the point where I am one with my soul, so it is not realistic to let it fly back through my mind.

At this moment, Zhao Yong called out all his strength and threw Ning Zhi over, and Wen Cheng immediately caught the hilt of the sword with intuition.

Of course I didn't catch it.

After falling to the ground with a bang, Wen Cheng endured being unbearable to grope on the ground, and finally picked up Ning Zhi.

Although I don't really understand why you did this, thank you Martial Spirit King.

At this moment, Rumei shot a monk, and at the same time, the heroic spirit in front of Wen Cheng seemed to be disconnected and began to emit light particles.

Vision is also restored.

However, Wen Cheng was surprised that the generals on the opposite side and the king of Lanling did not attack, but took two steps back. Then they turned to Zhao Yong together, waiting for him to dissipate as if they were saying goodbye.

To be precise, the blow just now did not achieve a killing, Zhao Yong was not dead, blood gushed out from the crack in his neck, but the dark blue light particles only overflowed about thirty percent, and he seemed to be in some pain and began to gasp, Wen Cheng walked over...... Put the condensation at his throat.

"Offended."

A drop of warmth quietly fell on Zhao Yong's armor and spread.

"Give it to ...... You......" King Zhao Wuling said breathlessly, and raised his hand again to pat Wen Cheng's arm.

Wen Cheng did not choose to close his eyes, but evoked the killing intent and raised his sword, his black eyes were much deeper, he was dressed as a scholar with a dark and elegant bun, and the man's tears like white sand flickered in the corners of his eyes like stars.

I didn't feel that I was fighting against the Martial Spirit King, as if I had just fought side by side with him, so the execution was extremely painful.

It's going to die at the hands of young people again, but this time it's not so unwilling. Zhao Yong smiled directly.

The young man in front of him is completely different from the young man who is fighting for power, and his conquest is not for himself.

It is a kind of forbearance that hides reason and strong will.

"Cloud ...... ......"

After Zhao Yong finished saying these two words, he closed his eyes peacefully.

Wen Chengli swung his sword on the ground, causing the Martial Spirit King's body to be in a different place, and blood was splattered, which also accelerated the speed at which the corpse dissipated.

But Wen Cheng fell into a trace of hesitation. In the cloud? What is it?

At that moment, there was a hissing in my ears.

The mane and ponytail were burning, and the breath that came out of his mouth was like the flame of a saroman snake.

The king became a war horse. He will always be with me.

Ha, pleasant, really pleasant.

Wen Cheng smiled bitterly and patted Yunzhong's back.

It's so pleasant that I can't make it happy.

I was going to get through this layer with the desire to repay my debts and endure physical pain, but I didn't expect things to go so unexpectedly.

The Marquis of Huaiyin and the King of Zhao Wuling were all killed by a chapter.

It's too sloppy, isn't it?!

No, they all told me the answer.

In this endless nightmare, their answers. Tempered by ordinary years, their answers.

Heroic spirits only exist in troubled times, but they can also sink after falling into peace.

Indisputable. That's where I end up in the end.

But......

Wen Cheng gritted his teeth and endured the pain of this heart, watching Zhao Yong's corpse completely dissipate under the night sky, slowly calling the clouds to converge.

"Bastard!"

He cursed himself, he cursed the night sky.

So much so that everyone stood still as if they were aroused.

This is the truth of faith anyway.

There will always be peaks and valleys in life, but that is not discouraged. Only the ordinary will make you have no strength to persevere.

So when you go to school and work, you start to put on a mask and blend into the ordinary, pretending that everything is okay and you are happy.

And when you get home, you lie silently in bed without anyone paying attention to you, and then you are attacked by fear.

You know very well that in this world, being extraordinary means being lonely, isn't it?

So scared, so hesitant.

King Wuling, Marquis of Huaiyin, even though I have only been here for a year, the peace here has already suffocated me.

I finally understand that, just like in previous lives, you were peacefully slaughtered to pieces.

Doubt the uneasiness of this peace, doubt that you are no longer useful to the world.

I know better than anyone that if you die in the last battle, you will rest in peace.

I may not have experienced that much, but I know what it feels like to be alone and grinding.

The people around me are tormented by peace, but the feeling of being endured because of me.

But the pain never ends.

My life is so silent, and it boils over when I meet you.

It only took a moment for you to fall into the world, and I will bear it for me to kill you.

Entangled in sin, blackmailed, and revived. Fending for myself, it squandered my fighting spirit.

No, I've had enough! I'm fed up with this year and every year!

I'm fed up with this Wanli year, fed up with this whitewashed peace!

Fed up with this deceitful, materialistic world!

Fed up with this age of entertainment to death and barren faith!

Wen Cheng turned around with infinite grief and indignation, and Ning Zhi bloomed into a dazzling flame.

At the same time, Luo Lan is back at war with the Lanling King.

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Kim Yong Kim's immunity from battle, how fast to break the formation. Yuefu has a last voice, when the song triumphant. The moss is carved and the eyes are dazzling.

Cao Han is worthy of words, and a thousand words are not humiliating. The flow of turbulent horses and horses, the guest land is in danger. Life is vainly different, and we all share the same grass and trees. (Song Hezhu)

Because of a sentence, the monarch and the minister were suspicious and even died. These days of trembling have long been fed up.

Is it really for you moderns to be driven by the rebirth of the Heroic Spirit?

Or do you continue to slash and slash and fall into that endless nightmare?

Brave and praise were enough, and I had no intention of starting a hegemony, so I just wanted to end this struggle and go back to my small building to continue to paint my lover.

In this way, I took this thought crystallization, and went to the true group with this thought, but because this thought was rejected decisively by Ning Ran, and was captured by Yu Xiao.

In fact, Gao Changgong didn't plan to take off the iron mask, especially when the other party was a girl.

Because he is different from Wen Cheng, King Lanling is a true gentleman.

Wen Cheng was the opposite, after calming down, after he identified Luo Lan's opponent, he would peek at the past from time to time, for fear that King Lanling would do something to make the top of his head green.

However, the duel between Luo Lan and King Lanling does not need Wen Cheng to be concerned at all.

Because Luo Lan's strength is too great, Gao Changgong can only treat her as a fierce rival.

After Luo Lan's sweep, although Gao Changgong wanted to dodge the blade, the nerves in his whole body seemed to be burned and he couldn't move, and he gradually lost consciousness because of the burning pain on his face. It also seemed like a relief to him.

This pain can only be felt once.

Brave and martial arts are no longer there, and in this nightmare, Gao Changgong found that most of the people trapped with him were probably the same kind of people.

In the face of this demonic duo who are like a bamboo, Gao Changgong understands what kind of talent will not repeat his mistakes.

Death. This is also the distracting thought that he can't forget about the sword in his hand.

In her thinning consciousness, her lost and intoxicated face appeared, but then disappeared again.

A hint of distraction can make the tide of battle take a turn for the worse, especially after Gao Changgong witnessed the idol Martial Spirit King's recognition of Wen Cheng.

But Wen Cheng noticed that King Lanling's fighting spirit was getting lower and lower, but he was not happy.

Sure enough, is it a burden for people to be handsome? Is heavy feelings also a burden?

Although I think I'm still quite handsome (not really), I'm reluctant to abandon any beauty, is it a mistake to be nice to others?

No, the divide is becoming more and more apparent.

No matter how handsome or pitiful the enemy is, if he is not mine, I will kill him.

"Roland, can you get it?" Wen Cheng asked from a distance after the battle.

Actually, I really want to say if Lorrain wants us to change it, I'm afraid he will take off his mask.

"Rest assured." Luo Lan glanced back, showed a smile that hit you well, and turned to Gao Changgong to sprint.

But at this moment, Gao Changgong really took off his mask.