"Ah......h

The thin young man in battle armor straddling the horse roared angrily, desolate and hesitant.

Her armor was already stained with blood, and the originally pure white and beautiful war horse under her body could no longer see its original color, and its hair was all dyed a dazzling red.

The horses galloped around under the boy's command, and every now and then let out a loud howl, which was as palpitating as the boy's voice.

Jing Ming's handsome and beautiful face was already bloodstained, only a pair of eyes were red and bloodshot, and the spear in his hand mercilessly stabbed down one after another who wanted to get close to him, without the slightest timidity and weakness.

Jing Tian is gone, he is gone, she is the only one left to fight in the huge world, she can't compromise, she still has to find Jing Tian, her son.

The boy's helmet was suddenly picked to the ground, and his black hair flew wantonly in the bloody rain, and the blood on his cheeks could not stop flowing, as if it were a beautiful painting.

It's suffocatingly beautiful, but it's heart-wrenchingly sad.

Xiao Linzi didn't take a big breath, staring closely at the picture on the camera, for fear of missing a little detail.

I have to say that the effect this time is very shocking, and it has improved by more than one grade compared with the last time, and it fully meets Xiao Linzi's requirements.

Feng Yinxiu sat on the side, taking a sip of a glass of water from time to time, but his eyes never came down from the battlefield.

This scene is the role of Ling Qianyi and many extras, and it is also her heaviest and most difficult scene so far.

Looking at the people on the field who were about to burst, covered in blood, although he knew that it was a play, Feng Yinxiu still felt a pain in his heart for no reason, and the fingers holding the water cup tightened unconsciously.

The young Jing Ming finally killed all the little soldiers, but her physical strength had also been used to the limit, the whole person was shaking, the hand holding the saddle was trembling, her lips had turned dark blue, and the spear dragged weakly behind her, making a piercing grinding sound with the shaking of the war horse.

Only one pair of eyes in the bloody Jing Ming are clear and clear.

Even if it is full of blood red, it is incomparably clear, like a night pearl fished out of blood water, demagogic people's hearts, with a poisonous aura that confuses all beings.

According to the development of the script, at this time, it is time for the final behind-the-scenes enemy to make a move.

Dressed in golden armor and wielding swords, enemy generals rode their horses from a distance behind them, bringing up a puff of smoke and dust that confused people's eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves is like a life-threatening bell and drum, getting closer and closer, and getting more and more urgent.

Jing Ming didn't turn around, maybe tired, maybe disdainful.

She hooked the corners of her mouth very slowly, curling in a shallow arc, her hand holding the spear tightening slightly.

No one knew what was going on in her mind.

The solemnity and coldness that flashed in those eyes were comparable to those of Hell Shura, which made the hearts of everyone present seep a little, nervous and expectant.

The person standing at the front of the crowd stared at her eyes, familiar and unfamiliar, Yingting's eyebrows and eyes were almost twisted into mountains and rivers, his heart was indescribably complicated, and his hands had been tightly usurped into fists.

The handsome young man with a heroic posture straddling the horse, with a star-shaped birthmark on his right earlobe, was particularly moving under the attention of the public, and the person standing on the field could also see it clearly.

The sound of the horse's hooves behind his ears was getting closer and closer, and Jing Ming seemed to have exhausted all his strength, brandishing his spear fiercely and quickly turning the horse's head.

Originally, according to the direction of the script, lean back and make a sudden shot, and then ask for your life with one shot.

However, as soon as he turned around and saw the extraordinarily hot and piercing gaze in the crowd, Ling Qianyi's heart tightened, his brain went blank, he forgot all his movements, and the spear stopped halfway.