Lao Zhao, as a general of Zhao State, has fought against the Qin army for many years, and it is not surprising that he is familiar with their horns, and it is touching that he still remembers them after a thousand years, which shows that his obsession is quite deep, and his hatred for Qin has even been integrated into his blood and bones. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When they heard the sound of the trumpet, they all raised their rusty weapons above their heads and gave us a military salute, and they could no longer make a sound, and instead of the shouts was silence, although there was no blood gushing, but more solemnity and solemnity.

"I have been thinking about how to deal with them in those days," Lao Zhao whispered to us with a wry smile, "but when I woke up from this dream, the whole world changed...... I also had a bunch of such warriors, such brothers......"

His eyes flickered, as if in remembrance.

I feel that he and King Zhou Yun are quite pitiful, such a person has been reminiscing all his life and living for the past.

I turned my head sideways to look at King Zhou, he was staring at those Qin soldiers, his eyes were spitting fire, his face was distorted with anger, and I hurriedly looked away.

Lao Zhao blew the horn twice, those Qin soldiers retreated into the forest, and a crisis was resolved, Lao Zhao seemed to be drained of strength, a little depressed, and waved his hand to let us go back to rest.

"Boring," Shen Yan muttered, and Mo Zhanchen smacked him with his elbow to shut him up.

At that moment there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the woods, and flocks of wild boars, rabbits, and the like ran out of the woods, and ran forward like madness, and we had to avoid them, and hide by the trees, and watch them trample our tents into rags.

Then, two or three skeleton soldiers rushed out of the woods, ran two steps forward, and suddenly fell to the ground, and with a "poof" sound, it burned violently, like a pile of dead grass that had broken gasoline.

Even the rusty armor on their bodies softened little by little, melting into tumbling iron juice.

The sound of "beep beep bo" was accompanied by the scorching stench, which was the smell of life burning to the end, the smell of death.

In the blink of an eye, the skeleton had been burned to ashes, and with a bang, the ashes exploded instantly, and a mass of glowing white-blue light rose from it, suspended in the air without any external force, and exposed to everyone's eyes.

Under normal conditions, the temperature of the flame has a lot to do with the color, take the smelting, the dark red flame is about 600 degrees Celsius, the dark red 700, the orange 1000, the pure orange 1100, the golden orange 1200, the golden yellow 1300, the golden white 1400, the pure white 1300, and the white and blue flame like this is as high as more than 1500 degrees Celsius, the so-called "pure fire" is the case.

Of course, different kinds of ions can also burn different colors, but this ball of light can even melt armor, and the temperature is naturally not low.

What is this, is it the legendary ball lightning?

As I was thinking about it, the ball of light suddenly shook and let out a sharp cry, and it was at the same time that the blazing light made the tactical eyepiece automatically turn on the sunglasses mode, and we also saw the true face of Lushan in front of us.

It was a strange bird the size of a palm wrapped in flames, or rather, the white-blue flames were the feathers on the strange bird's body.

The eyepiece shows that the temperature on the bird's body is as high as 1,000 degrees, as a carbon-based life, the highest temperature that biological cells can withstand is 116 degrees Celsius, more than 1,000 degrees, not to mention protein denaturation, most of the elements in the cell have been burned out, how can it still be alive.

But this bird is a living creature.

"Bi Fang?" Mo Zhanchen spoke, and a burst of inhalation suddenly sounded around him.

Bi Fang is a legendary mythical bird, a descendant of the phoenix.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Classic of the West Mountains": "There are birds, its shape is like a kite, one foot, red and green and white beak, the name is Bi Fang, its song is also called by itself, and there is a fire in its city when you see it."

Bi Fang's name comes from the crackling sound made when bamboo and wood burn, and he is the god of fire and wood, and dwells among trees.

It does not eat grains, but devours fire, and it is said that the appearance of Bifang is a sign of fire. Legend has it that when the Yellow Emperor gathered ghosts and gods in Mount Tai, he rode a chariot drawn by a dragon, while Bi Fang waited beside the chariot.

Of course, there are some warmer legends.

Once upon a time, there was no fire on the earth, and humans could only eat and skin alive like wild beasts. That's not all, what's even more terrifying is the cold winter. The heavy snow froze everything, and many people froze to death at once.

Human beings prayed to the Emperor of Heaven to save them, but the Emperor of Heaven hid the fire that could save mankind in his bosom and refused to give charity. Bi Fang is the boy next to the Emperor of Heaven, he can't bear to let mankind perish on this, when the Emperor of Heaven was sleeping, Bi Fang stole the fire and quietly took it down to the earth.

It was the middle of winter on the ground, and there was white snow everywhere. Bi Fang rescued a young man who was about to freeze to death under a tree in the wild, and warmed his heart with fire and restored his vitality and strength.

Because it took a lot of time to save people, Bi Fang was worried that the Emperor would chase after him when he woke up, so he gave the fire to the young people he saved, and told him to spread this fire and heat all over the earth, so that all the people in the world would no longer be afraid of the cold, and no one would be frozen to death.

Since then, where there is fire, there are Bi Fang's footprints, and Bi Fang has brought sparks and warmth to human beings.

But judging from the current situation, this bird is obviously hostile to us, and if we burn it, it is estimated that it will not only bring warmth, but may turn into ashes and drift away in the wind.

Good guys, it's literally a crematorium moving crematorium.

"Zhao Ye, what should I do, get it and study it," Shen Yan asked with a smile, "Or just kill it?" ”

Maybe I could feel Shen Yan's hostility, and flew directly towards us, and I exploded in an instant, if I let it get into the crowd, it would be ......

Almost at the same moment, Lao Zhao Mo and Scarface shot one after another, Ling Ling threw out something, the strong man raised the cross, and the foreign guy cut out a poster...... Xiao Zhang and I ran away.

We didn't take two steps out, and we didn't see anyone with us, and when we turned around, we found that the bird had been nailed to the tree, and the flames were extinguished.

Xiao Zhang and I walked back stubbornly under the gaze of everyone, sneering.

The foreign guy walked to the side of the book, reached out and pulled out the iron card inserted in the tree, inserted it into the wallet held at his waist, and smiled at us, "Recycle, recycle." ”

This guy looks harmless and super out of tune, but his flying hand skills are really amazing.

There are three kinds of cards this guy, one is the most common iron card, which is as thin as a cicada's wings and extremely sharp, another has poison on the edge, and another has gunpowder hidden in it, which is amazingly powerful.

This reminds me of the card master Trask in LOL, who is yellow carded, stunned, red carded, exploded, or something.

"This place is not a good place to stay for long, let's keep walking," Scarface said, and we all nodded, packing up and preparing to leave, when suddenly we heard a "buzzing" sound, like a helicopter.

Just as we stopped what we were doing and listened intently, the sky suddenly dawned, and I looked up and sat on the ground in confusion.

I saw countless blue fireballs, flying up from the mountains in the distance, and then in the sky there were regular permutations and combinations.

In the deep darkness of the night, a demon god composed of countless star-dotted flames slowly raised his head.