Sneering –

Blood was splashing like a torrent, and the smell of blood was permeating, but the screams never came out.

The entire Loulan Mountain suddenly fell into dead silence.

Suddenly, Wan Yanlie's footsteps also paused, and he looked sideways at the white-clothed young man walking to the side.

Immediately, he turned to stare at the silver-scaled armor man, only to see him holding the stump arm with one hand, his face twitching, and his expression was hideous to the extreme.

"Who are you?"

The silver-scaled warrior man let out a low and angry sound, enduring the pain of a broken arm, the arm just now was cut off by this young man, and he was so bold.

The young man in white approached, and his handsome face was so calm, quiet and terrifying, making the whole space extremely dull and dead.

He glanced at the endless lonely grave, and then looked at the silver-scaled man, and opened his mouth to spit out five words: "My name is Lin Jingyu!"

Bang!

Suddenly, the silver-scaled man's body trembled suddenly.

His pupils dilated, staring at the young man's figure.

Boom –

In the lonely grave, the gale swept wildly, and the grass was worshipped.

Roar!

The fire lion horse raised its hooves to the sky and roared, and then turned and galloped away.

Wan Yan Lie and the forty-eight soldiers also had their pupils constricted, and an incredible gaze was released in their eyes, Lin Jingyu, isn't it the name of Prince Yu?

Isn't Prince Yu dead?

How could this be ......!!

Zhao Anran's eyes also widened suddenly, his body trembled, and he was extremely emotional, he hurriedly limped to the front of Lin Jingyu, and looked at it seriously over and over again.

More than three years have passed, and even though the appearance has changed a lot, but the sharp outline is vaguely clear, he has seen Prince Yu, and he has seen the scene of him and the group of rough men fighting together and killing the enemy together.

"Yes...... It's the feather prince!"

Seeing this figure, Zhao Anran couldn't help but burst into tears: "Prince Yu, you ...... You're back!"

As he spoke, he knelt down directly towards Lin Jingyu.

He, Zhao Anran, knew that Prince Yu would not die, how could he die, and one day, he would appear again.

This day, he waited.

Lin Jingyu hurriedly pulled up Zhao Anran, this once insignificant fireman who almost didn't pay attention to it, but became the last person in the Hell Undead Regiment.

"I'm back!"

Lin Jingyu calmly spit out a sentence, he, Lin Jingyu, is back!

But......

Lin Jingyu looked at the lonely grave of ten miles, but he could only spit out four words, and the rest of the words were all choked in his throat, and the crisp sound of the fist squeezed cracked one after another blood marks.

He had returned, but these people were buried here.

"All of them ...... 30,000 people, all here. “

Zhao Anran also rolled his eyes, choked with grief, and his back was even more clumsy.

Thirty thousand?

Lin Jingyu's body trembled violently, the Hell Undead Regiment, 30,000 people, none of them were spared, all of them were buried here, they ......

He stepped forward.

"No wonder there are countless rumors in Qin Palace City that Prince Yu is not dead, it turns out that he is really not dead, and Prince Yu has hidden many people. ”

Wan Yan Lie also came back to his senses, staring at this figure who had made Daqin change three years ago, and at this moment, he also felt familiar.

Lin Jingyu paused, turned his eyes to stare at Wan Yan Lie, and poured out a monstrous killing machine, which made Wan Yan Lie's body tremble suddenly, and his feet couldn't help but take a step back.

"I'm not dead, then some people deserve to die. ”

Lin Jingyu's pupils revealed an extreme indifference and killing intent, and the entire Loulan Mountain was suddenly covered with a terrible layer of frost, cold to the bone.

Bang!

With a step, the sword intent on his body suddenly bloomed.

A sword emotion of anger, hatred, and killing intent, madness breeds in the void.

Boom!

Drawing his sword and moving, Lin Jingyu directly killed the man wearing the silver-scale battle armor: "Start with you first!"

"Not good!"

The man in the silver-scaled armor trembled in his heart, and the power of his emotions actually affected his emotions.

He hurriedly retreated.

"Can you retreat?"

The extremely cold voice frantically drilled into the man's ears, and the boundless killing intent made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the man in the silver-scaled battle armor roared fiercely, not retreating, but killing him: "What if you are the prince of Yu, you killed your mother and brother, people and gods are angry, there is no place for you in this world, you still dare to appear, today I will take you to the front of the Qing concubine Niangniang." ”

The only arm was raised violently, and a palm blasted forward, and the terrifying Yuan Force poured out, and the madness shrouded Lin Jingyu.

Laugh at!

The sword light swept through the elusiveness, and another severed arm flew out sideways.

Yes!

Finally, the silver-scaled man screamed and stumbled back like a drunk, blood splattering and splashing, distorting his painful face.

Lin Jingyu slashed his two arms in succession.

"General Wanyan, he is Lin Jingyu, kill him, kill him. ”

The silver-scaled armor man roared: "Kill him, take off his head, and take it to the front of Concubine Qing, the position of the general is yours." ”

Wan Yan Lie's pupils also condensed, and he shouted coldly: "Arrest this rebellious rebel!"

As he spoke, the people rushed up, without any scruples.

In the past, maybe he was jealous, Lin Jingyu, the legend of Great Qin, the hope of the Qin people, the master of the Hell Undead Regiment, and he didn't even have the qualifications to look up.

But now, Lin Jingyu is already rebellious, His Majesty Daqin doesn't care, the people of the world don't care, he should be killed, he no longer cares about anything.

Taking off Lin Jingyu's head, he will definitely get an unimaginable reward.

God help me!

Hahaha!

was implicated by the Hell Undead Regiment, so that he was not taken seriously, but now God gave him another opportunity, a chance to make meritorious contributions.

"Prince Yu, you go quickly. ”

After seeing Yan Lie and the others killed, Zhao Anran immediately stood in front of Lin Jingyu.

At this moment, his figure is no longer rickety, but straight as a sword.

Although he is old, he is still at the cutting edge.

If you want to kill the feather prince, first step on him and crush his bones, otherwise, he will not move.

Bang!

At this time, behind Wan Yanlie and the others, several figures suddenly flashed.

The terrifying oppression was frenzied, making Wan Yanlie and the others change their expressions.

Roar!

Huo Xuan swept into the air, and the scorching flames directly enveloped the forty-nine people.

And the darkness stepped out of the void, and the cold light kept flickering.

Including Nian Qingfeng, he also moved.

The screams echoed.

"Don't kill them!"

Suddenly, Lin Jingyu shouted, and then rushed towards the silver-scaled battle-armored man.

Seeing this, the man prepared to flee.

But behind him, Lin Jingyu's figure suddenly drilled out, the sword light swept away, and the pair of legs were directly cut off, and the person suddenly crawled towards the endless lonely tomb.

"Stay here and repent!"

Lin Jingyu spit out an indifferent voice, and did not slaughter him, but walked towards Wan Yanlie and the others, who had been suppressed.

"Let us go, aren't you afraid that Concubine Qing will kill them!"

Wan Yan Lie was suppressed by Huo Xuan, roaring and struggling.

"Wan Yan Lie, if I'm not mistaken, you have inherited the love of the Hell Undead and their lives, but what did you give them back?"

Lin Jingyu looked down at Wan Yanlie.

"That's their willingness, their duty, as soldiers of Great Qin, they deserve to shed blood and die in battle!"

Wan Yan Lie roared.

Poof!

As soon as Lin Jingyu's sword was raised, one of Wan Yanlie's feet was broken.

"Not to mention ungrateful, you can't even be grateful at the most basic level!"

Lin Jingyu was indifferent and ruthless, and slashed another sword on the other foot.

Yes!

Wan Yanlie suddenly screamed and yelled: "You kind of kill me!"

Lin Jingyu cut off his two feet, and in the future, he will be a waster, and it will be worse than killing him.

"I won't kill you!"

Lin Jingyu spit out a sentence and said, "Kill you easily, that's too cheap for you." ”

"You...... What do you want to do?"

Wan Yanlie's pupils shrank, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Do you see these lonely graves, you owe them, they shed blood for you, you should pay it back!"

Lin Jingyu said coldly.

Wan Yanlie raised his eyes and stared at the lonely grave, but before he could retract his gaze, he heard Lin Jingyu shouting: "Cut their bodies, let them kneel on Loulan Mountain, until the blood stains this place red, guard them, don't let them commit suicide." ”

Bang!

Suddenly, Wan Yanlie and the other forty-nine people's bodies trembled suddenly, revealing horror and despair, this is to let them bleed to death, and they are not even allowed to commit suicide, they want blood for blood.

"No—"

"Ahh

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