——When the wind and smoke are scattered, when everything is silent, a drop of pure blood falls high and falls in the land of Qianjiangling, and returns to the same color as all the dust in the world.

In the farthest part of the sky, in the thinnest part of the night, a faint orange light suddenly appeared, growing rapidly in the silence, blooming, and tearing the turbid night. So it punctured a warm hole in the gray darkness of the sky, like a wick burning in a corner of the night sky......

It was a fiery morning light, bright and gorgeous.

And Liu Bang sat quietly on the ground, his face was gray, his face was stagnant, and he was still paralyzed from head to toe.

Even if he had been lying down for almost an hour, he still didn't have the strength to stand up.

This kind of embarrassment is the first time in his life, and it is easy to think of how bad the situation is.

But in fact, except for the dust and mud on his body, Liu Bang was not seriously injured. Compared to the others who also experienced the danger of tonight, he was the least injured, and he did not even shed blood.

However, the irony is that it is precisely this way that he is protected by everyone at all costs, but he is most trapped in the fear of life and death, and cannot extricate himself.

In the panicked and stagnant pupils, the tragic scene of Xiang Yu's self-judgment was re-reflected over and over again, and the dried tears in the corners of his eyes were mottled and condensed with cowardice, guilt, stupidity—and a trace of shameful happiness!

Liu Bang then sat quietly, his hands gripping deeply in the soil, without lamentation, but experiencing the torment of countless emotions and thoughts in his heart, staying up minute by minute, by inch by inch.

I don't know when, in his stiff raised eyes, he saw Ying Zheng who was defeated by a fire-colored beam of light and a burst of crystal dust and wind shadow in the night in the distant sky, and it was at this time that he was the first to see the bright dawn in the eastern sky.

But his face was expressionless, and there was no trace of glint in his overly stagnant eyes, but he stared quietly, then inhaled quietly, and exhaled quietly.

It wasn't until half a sound that the gray-stained lips opened for a while, and slowly quivered.

"It's dawn...... It's dawn......"

——When the Ancient Book of Words and Spirits was closed, the beam of Light of Words and Spirits that passed through the void for tens of meters dissipated and disappeared in an instant.

Thus came to an end the "Demonic Way of Words: Manipulating the Light", which had determined the overall situation, and the invisible shackles that had severed consciousness and perception, soul and body, disappeared.

Ying Zheng finally unlocked the absolute control, and the figure still in the void began to shake slightly.

But when the disconnected soul consciousness regained in physical perception, a fierce and heavy pain trembled within him, from the limbs to the depths of his soul.

This is a kind of pain that Yingzheng has never understood, and the consciousness that he has just woken up to is completely caught off guard, and he can only struggle instinctively in the pain, but he struggles and gradually loses control.

He felt as if a small hole had been broken in his head, and the wind would pour into his skull through the hole, churning in his mind and piercing his flesh. In fact, sword dancer Mulan's "Hedron Piercing Wind Thorn" did pierce from the center of his eyebrows, penetrating the back of his head, leaving a straight and slender air channel in his head.

It's just that Ying Zheng himself doesn't know, because under the absolute control of "Speech and Demon Dao: Manipulating Light", all his consciousness and perception have been broken, and he doesn't know what happened to him or what he has experienced.

The bright red and slender blood trail flowed from the center of his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, tearing his proud face into pitiful pieces in half, but he was still unaware of the current situation in the middle of the game.

It's just that the pain is constantly tormenting his body and mind, making him so painful that he wants to split his skull. Then, at a moment of lack of energy, the painful body also shook, causing the arrogant and straight spine to bend instinctively.

From the viscera to the meridians, the imbalance of blood circulation caused the chaos of the demon blue energy, and the five circles of golden light that continued to shine finally dimmed, and suddenly shattered into countless mottled fragments.

And Ying Zheng held his head in his hands and curled up in the night sky. The face was full of blue tendons, and his whole body trembled and spasmed, as if he had been too busy to take care of himself like a wasted person.

His eyes were always open, and the pair of dragon pupils that symbolized the will of heaven were always shining, so noble, so dazzling. But his gaze, which was in pain, was a blank slate that he couldn't see clearly.

It wasn't until a few turns of breath that he had endured the pain to the limit, and his tenacious consciousness finally began to dissipate.

On the verge of death, Ying Zheng was tired and weak both physically and mentally, so when a mouthful of bloody turbidity leaked out of his nose, his curled figure fell heavily from the night dome.

At this time, Mi Yue, who was suspended in the night sky, quickly flew down, with a silent heartache, and tightly hugged Ying Zheng, who fell to the earth.

Xiaoguang began to brighten the sky, she held Yingzheng's body in one left hand, and her crippled right arm floated in the wind, how desolate her half-body was in tattered clothes.

But she didn't do anything, she didn't say anything, and she didn't care about the beauty of her delicate body leaking out in front of others, she only tried to cover Yingzheng's completely naked carcass with her own figure.

Then she didn't say a word, hugged Yingzheng and flew to the sky where the early morning dawn broke in the distance.

When the desolate figure transformed into one hundred and eight bats, no one saw it, and tears had slipped over its haggard face.

At the end of the night, in the milky white sky, the figure of the sword dancer Hua Mulan was on the side, intending to pursue Miyue and Yingzheng who had escaped.

With the blessing of the "Spirit of Words and Empty Ring" to offset gravity, her volleying body has several times more mobility than usual, coupled with the special effect of the secret power "Spadro", as long as she pursues with all her strength, she is bound to be able to intercept Miyue and Yingzheng after a few leaps.

But Zhang Liang stretched out his hand and silently stopped Mulan's immediate action.

"No need, Lan Lan." He said, the whole person was also a tired appearance, "Ying Zheng and the candle dragon have fused life, the candle dragon's body is broken, and he can't live......"

"It's only a matter of time before you die."

Mulan didn't speak, just let out a light breath and relaxed the blade of the sword in her hand. In fact, she didn't want to chase Miyue and Yingzheng so much, and her momentary sensitive reaction was just her instinct to cope with her superb combat qualities.

At this time, Zhang Liang turned his tired gaze, looked at Mulan's calm and beautiful face, and said in a thinner and thinner voice.

"Lan Lan, the 'Spirit of Words and Void Ring' is almost gone, let's go back to the ground."

"Hmm." Hua Mulan replied softly, and then remembered that Zhang Liang had been backlogged with serious injuries.

So she subconsciously reached out to support Zhang Liang's shoulder, and with a light footstep, she slowly sank towards the ground below the void. And the two firefly auras around them also gradually dimmed at this time, dissipating into ethereal light and shadow little by little.

- The morning light dawns, and the night sky turns white.

But before the dawn completely comes, there is still the last piece of "night" left in today's Qianjiangling.

On the inner shore of the Wujiang River, at the mouth of the central bank surrounded by tranquil rivers, the shadows of the fallen mountains covered the damp land, and the gods were as black as the loneliest in the night.

It was in the faint darkness before dawn that two figures stood silently.

They have been staying here for a day and a night, watching the entire Qianjiangling catastrophe from beginning to end. But from beginning to end, no one could see them, let alone perceive their presence.

The misty fluorescent ethereal in the darkness, formless, without a trace, is a mysterious power that erases their bodies in the light, allowing them to hide in the sight of all people, like a silent existence like a ghost.

But it wasn't until the man with the dragon's eyes in the night sky died of injuries and died, and when everything was over, an extremely small sound finally sounded in this silent and transparent shadow.

"Tut-tut, is it an absolute control that even Yingzheng's Dragon Ming Pupil can't be exempted from?" A feminine and mellow voice said slowly, undisguised the shock in his words, and the shallow jealousy.

Although there was no trace of their presence on the bank of the empty river, the person standing on the right had already exclaimed, and he continued to sigh as he gazed at a man and a woman slowly falling in the distance.

"Jiang Ziya, you have really cultivated an incredible character again!"

As he spoke, he casually glanced sideways slightly, looking at the other person beside him. Although the riverbank seemed to be empty in the eyes of others, they could see each other when they were also invisible.

However, the people standing on the left listened quietly to his exclamation, but none of them responded.

"Zhang Liang Zhang Zifang, I'm afraid this person will pay more attention in the future...... I always felt that he could make even more waves in this world. The man on the right continued, and said bluntly to the man on the left, "You must be interested in him—right?" ”

"Sort of, indeed." The man standing on the left finally responded. His voice was shallow and steady, and he couldn't hear any of his age's personality traits.

The difference is easy to see in comparison. If the voice of the person on the right is a glass of pear blossom wine with flavor and mellow aroma, then the voice of the person on the left is really as light as a glass of cold white open.

When the man on the right heard this, he smiled at the corners of his mouth, and then his eyes flashed, and he sighed thoughtfully—"It's amazing, it's amazing." ”

"This Zhang Liang, plus Tang Cao, the female emperor...... And you—" As he said this, his gaze fell on the man on the left.

"What kind of demons and monsters do you say your family?"

The man on the left listened silently, and after a moment of thought, he said in a slightly soft voice.

"Interesting? If you really want to talk about youkai - you with antlers on your head and a snake tail on your body, you are really a monster. ”

As the words fell, he continued, but his voice suddenly became a little heavier.

"And, again, I emphasize that they and I are not family."

"Oh, I'm not a monster, I'm a demigod beyond humans - noble from the outside in!" The man on the right glanced slightly, brushed the long hair of his sideburns with his hand, and said with a leisurely expression.

Then he glanced sideways at the man's silent expression, sighed lightly and said, "Yes, after all, you haven't seen it before." ”

"Alright, it's time to go." The man on the left was unmoved, but he was actually a little tired of the "sigh" hidden in the man's words, so he said in a deep voice.

"It's time to chase Miyue and Yingzheng...... Ying Zheng is dead, but his body still has a lot of value. ”

"Is this leaving?" The man on the right put down the fine hair between his fingers, and said with a little disappointment in his eyes, "It's been a day and a night, the historical drama of Qianjiangling, won't we finish watching the end?" ”

"It's all over." The man on the left said lightly.

"I'm afraid it's not over yet." The man on the right pressed his chin with his hand and said with a playful look.

"In addition to us, Tang Caoguo and Jin Yuanguo also had people who arrived later, and they had secretly watched the battle of Qianjiangling - but they didn't know that we were here for a long time, just like the people in Qianjiangling didn't find out that they were there."

"Indeed, they are all people with a good name—" the man on the left said faintly, and then his eyes were contemplative, and he rarely continued to talk.

"But compared to them, Arthur, who can incarnate as the Lionheart, and the master who stopped the tyrant dragons alone outside the Thousand Rivers Ridge, are more interesting to me......"

"Arthur, his background will definitely not be as simple as he said when he entered the Ying Zheng camp...... I still have to find out what 'King Lionheart' means in history."

"As for the mystery man...... Although I can't produce evidence, I always feel that he is a person of the same era as Jiang Ziya, and they have some of the same unique temperament. The conjecture is also a master of martial arts left over from the previous era and a few decades of seclusion in the world...... Then he must have been a famous powerhouse in the Three Realms a few decades ago, so it should be easy to find out his identity......"

At this, the man let out a heartfelt sigh.

“…… Now that I think about it, the development of today's historical drama is really an unexpected ups and downs. ”

"Heh, it's rare to hear you say so much." The man on the right twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a light smile, "So interested, don't you have to wait to watch the curtain end?" ”

"I think there will be some more stories to happen later—the audience who are also hidden in the same place will not be as calm as we are."

"There's no need." The man on the left said lightly, "Those people are here for Mulan, and they have nothing to do with us." ”

"And if it is delayed any longer, Miyue may run away."

"Oh, yes." The man on the right no longer insisted, waved his hand, and sighed leisurely, "Yingzheng's death has really brought a lot of changes to our plan." ”

The man on the left stared at him for the last time, and then turned around without hesitation.

"The defeat of the Ying Zhenghui here is indeed unexpected, but the overall historical situation of the entire Three Realms has been changed because of him and this battle. It is a far-reaching change, and the historical turning point in the dark has implicated the fate of too many sentient beings. ”

"This also shows that we made the right choice back then." The man on the right also turned around, waved his long sleeves, and no longer stayed, "The hidden world has been dormant for several years, and finally the time has come for Qin Chu, Tang Cao, and Jin Yuan to connect the three realms. It's a pity that these people who have experienced the drastic changes of the times are far from knowing the truth of the changes of the times. ”

"Xu Fu's death three years ago took away too many secrets in this world. I don't know the past. A faint fluorescent crystal drifted away, and the existence of the two men was no longer visible in the remaining darkness, leaving only the voice as plain as water to say the last word in the dawn.

"In the future, when the wind and clouds will rise and the moon will fall at night, it will be the era when the Yin and Yang family and the Zongheng family will be born together."