Zeng Hai never thought that his more than 20,000 people, could not stop the eight thousand heavy horses, Bai Shichuan did not entangle with him, directly broke through his defense line, went straight to the south, rushed to Yunling, did not put him in his eyes at all, Zeng Hai now thinks of Bai Shichuan ghost-like exercises, that shadow of the ink line, now I think of a little afraid, I think that my martial arts are not low, but not his opponent at all, Bai Shichuan cultivation is not far from the father of the sea.

Once the sea made up his mind to set the army, he had to chase after Baishichuan. However, according to the rules of the Demon Realm for thousands of years, most of the defeated clans will be slaughtered. Bai Shichuan did not burn and loot all the way. He knew that Zeng Yi's death must have been set up by the SAARC, and most of Yunling was already in the hands of the SAARC. He has found someone to borrow troops from the Northwest Protoss, and if he can clear his name, he will help Zeng Hai, and if he can't, he will attack back and forth. Kill Zeng Hai first, and then lead troops to attack Yunling. If this is the case, the Luo River will also be destroyed.

Huang Bo thought that he was not good at martial arts, but he learned light skills, but before he could react to what was going on, his head fell, and his world became gray, because the world above his head was also turned upside down. What he saw was fear itself. Everyone standing outside Guangling City looked inconspicuous, and a killing god rendered the blood-red sky.

"Close the city gate, the Howling Moon Clan is not a good thing. The guard shouted to lower the gates.

Huang Zhonghao saw that the situation was not good, and he knew that he had lured the wolf into the house and was about to flee back to the city, how could the killing god give him a chance, the Qingji sword stabbed casually, Huang Zhonghao turned around and wanted to block, but the sword was already in his throat, and blood was splashed three feet. When an old man on the city tower saw the situation, he shouted that it was not good, "That sword is the Qingji Sword, and that person, Mo Fei, is Ling Shangmeng." ”

Guangling City is a place that was snatched 70 years ago, located in a hilly area, and is not valued by the Dulong clan, and there are few old people in the city.

Lan Zhengyu and Ling Shangmeng joined forces and went to the city, Huang Bo and Huang Zhonghao fell one after another, and the dragons of Guangling City were leaderless. Ling Shangmeng took the lead in not entering the enemy formation and rushed into the city, he can be said to be crazy, where the sword goes, the piece of armor does not exist, after Lan Zhengyu entered the city, he saw that there was already a river of blood and a mountain of corpses. The plain robe was soaked with blood. He is still killing, he kills people when he sees them, Lan Zhengyu is forty-two years old this year, and he has been a general for ten years. Even though he's young, he's a person who's seen everything. At this moment, my heart is still cold. Don't say that there are soldiers behind you.

"General, he," said Li Yongqiang, a centurion who had followed Lan Zhengyu for many years, "he must be crazy." ”

Lan Zhengyu did not answer, only said, "Control the city gate and prohibit everyone from entering and leaving." ”

Li Yongqiang understood that this was to slaughter the city. Ling Shangmeng's one-man slaughter of the city.

Blood gushes with the air, the qi moves with the heart, gathers the qi into a sword, and gathers the blood as a shield. The green pole gathers spirits, and the more you kill, the stronger you get.

Qingji bloomed with an extremely cold sword qi, the river of blood surrounded Ling Shangmeng, and the white robe had already become a bloody robe. The people of the city are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. It's ridiculous to look at their frightened eyes, to see their misguided expressions. "Hahahaha, go die, everyone" Ling Shangmeng laughed wildly, waving his sword.

"Young master, it's raining. He Qing limited the road.

"It doesn't matter. How far are we from Guangling City? Bai Shibukawa asked.

"The spies have already come to report, less than 100 miles. He Qing limited the report.

"Oh, the smell of blood was in the air. In my opinion, SAARC couldn't hold back and started to do it. This time the scout came back to report, and Guangling City fought. Bai Shichuan sneered, and said, "Pass my order, hurry to the foot of the mountain and stand by, isn't the madman in the sea chasing after him? ”

Soon the scout came back to report that the Southern Alliance was attacking Guangling City, and the general should be Lan Zhengyu.

"Xiaoyue Clan, Lan Zhengyu, Ling Shangmeng? Bai Shichuan caressed the horses and said.

The demon heavy rider has reached the foot of the mountain, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Bai Shichuan got off the horse and said, "Hide from the rain and rest, I will go to Zeng Hai in person." You have made way for the great prince of Zeng. So saying, he went north.

Zeng Hai was still chasing south, seeing a small point in the distance, about ten zhang apart, Baishichuan stopped, and the four elders behind Zeng Hai immediately rushed up. Set up an eight-door golden lock array. Bai Shichuan shouted, "I said that I came to help the prince of the world in the morning, and I don't even know where your old patriarch is." How can I have a chance? Now Yunling is in the hands of the Xiaoyue Clan. Behold, the Son of the world is calculated by the promiscuous. ”

"You don't have to lie to me, Mo Xuan's heart method, there will be no mistakes. Zeng Hai shouted back.

"There was a traitor in the Lower Duling family many years ago, and this traitor had a son named Duling Fengxuan, who had defected to the Xiaoyue clan after investigation. Baishikawa replied. Although half of this is nonsense, it is not far from the truth.

Zeng Hai thought about it carefully, and although he had doubts in his heart, he also believed in it. Then he said, "If you have wronged Baishizi, come with me." With that, the four elders rushed forward. Took down the Hyakwabu River.

In less than a few moments. Zenghai took the Baishichuan River to the foot of Yunling Mountain. Bai Shichuan looked at his iron horsemen and felt panicked, and clenched the spear in his hand. He motioned to the army not to panic, summoned the scouts, and told him to report the situation.

The scout stepped forward and knelt down and said, "Yu Shizi, the little one explored Guangling City about half an hour ago, and the Xiaoyue Clan has rushed into the city, and now I'm afraid that there is no ...... of the Dulong Clan in the city" The scout didn't say any more. Baishikawa waved back the scouts. Blink of an eye smiled at Zeng Hai.

Mo Tianyi, one of the four elders, walked to Zeng Hai's side and said in his ear, "Xiao Shizi, although it is raining heavily this day, the air is still filled with the smell of blood, many people should have died, and the heavy cavalry armor of Baishichuan is neat, and the few with blood should have been left two days ago." It seems that ......" Before Mo Tian finished speaking, Zeng Hai roared exhaustedly, "Liang Anyan, you bastard, Lao Tzu swears to kill you." So saying, he rushed up the hill. Seeing this, the four elders had many worries, but they could only keep up.

Bai Shichuan returned to the middle of his heavy cavalry and said, "The rate in the lower place is all heavy cavalry, and we can't kill the enemy together." "There used to be a sea there to deal with him. All the soldiers thought that Bai Shichuan could bend and stretch, and he was really talented. Only Zhu Bingxiong, an old guard, knows that he is a great son of the world, and he is simply a tease when he is in the house. Especially for children, Baishikawa has no tricks at all.

After Zeng Hai left, Bai Shichuan said to the He brothers, "See, this is waste, if he is not a son, he has no use value." Bai Shichuan casually found a place to lie down and watched the rain fall. Bai Shichuan was quite interested, stretched out his slender white hand, caught the falling raindrops, and said, "First find a back slope, a place that is not easy to collapse and set up camp, you can only see when the Protoss will come to help." In fact, he had already calculated in his heart that the entire army of the Dulong Clan was about 20,000 people. Although the sea was once a waste, if he followed it with 8,000 people. It doesn't have to be impossible to take the lonely city of Guangling. But his instinct told him not to get involved in this war today.

There is a person, standing on the top of the Guangling City Tower, facing the north, he is wearing a blood robe, holding a green pole, behind him is a blood city, blood above the blood city, gathered on Ling Shangmeng's back. Let the rain wash away and linger. Forming a pair of blood armor, standing in this homeland that he has been in for many years, his intuition is that today is not over yet, he came here, and he didn't want to go back. He had waited seventy years, and he wanted to end it sooner rather than later.

Lan Zhengyu looked at him from the city, he had only regarded him as a partner at most, but now, he thought he was enough for the word junior. In terms of cultivation, even Liang Anyan is not his opponent.

"General Lan, do you know why this Qingji is the heirloom of my Ling family?" Above the city tower, Ling Shangmeng did not look back, but he was sure that he was asking Lan Zhengyu.

"The younger generation doesn't know, I hope the seniors will solve their doubts. Lan Zhengyu was quite respectful.

Ling Shangmeng didn't make any moves, but said, "The extreme of Qingshan's spiritual energy is the green pole, and it comes with a dantian, which is a treasure, which can accumulate spiritual energy and be passed on." Ling Shangmeng paused. Lan Zhengyu did not speak. Ling Shangmeng said again, "Today, I will die here, this sword, give it to Xiaoyouliang Shuxi!" Ling Shangmeng said, seeing that a large group of people and horses were rushing towards the mountain.

"I'm afraid not, this is your family heirloom. Lan Zhengyu was also a little surprised.

"It's okay, I have already discussed and decided with my family, and after I die, you will definitely give the sword to the hands of Liangshuxi. Ling Shangmeng had already said this, and Lan Zhengyu didn't say it anymore.

Lan Zhengyu was about to ask his predecessors why he knew that he would die today. Before he could say anything, Ling Shangmeng said, "Here, you guard the city well." Don't let this city fall into the clutches of other people. Saying that, waving Qingji, at that moment, in Lan Zhengyu's opinion, how slow, he drew his sword and plunged it into his heart. Then he jumped off the city tower, and more than 20,000 people outside the city were stunned by this person.

If I were a man, I would pluck the strings with a harp. If I am a demon, the blood will fill the city......

"Aren't you going to kill Ling Shangmeng? Come on, it's down there" Ling Shangmeng roared angrily and rushed towards the enemy group, and the blood Kai behind him turned into ten thousand blood swords. There is a green pole like the heart to transmit infinite energy, plus more than 100 years of cultivation in his life, he alone is an army, the rain touches the blood sword, the water and blood melt, and the blood sword touches the person, then the blood is sucked into the sword. Once Hai saw a blood sword stabbing straight at himself, leading the sword to block, he used ten percent of his strength, but he was still forced to retreat more than ten steps before he had to stand firm, so cold, this blood was cold to the bone marrow.

"Four elders, sixteen sword guards, you restrain him" Zeng Hai yelled.

Twenty people listened to the order and said, "Yes, son." ”

"Others, leave him alone, follow me to attack the city" Zeng Hai yelled again, "Today, I will kill all these pigs and dogs, pay tribute to my father's soul, and rush to the city gate." ”

The four elders and the sixteen sword guards put on a sealing demon formation and temporarily trapped Ling Shangmeng, but Ling Shangmeng became stronger and stronger, and there was no sign of tiredness, Lan Zhengyu insisted on defending. Waves of bows and arrows scattered beneath the city. From time to time, people with high martial arts jumped on the city tower, and Lan Zhengyu and a group of centurions were either killed on the city tower or forced people down.

Baishichuan heard the sound of swords dancing at the bottom of the mountain, so he went up the mountain and looked at it from afar, and praised, "That Ling Shangmeng is against each other with his life, and his own hundred years of cultivation are very heartfelt, and at this time he is afraid that he is the most different from my father, but fortunately he did not rush up the mountain." He felt a hint of happiness in his heart.

Seeing that more and more people gathered under the city, there were no longer a few people who attacked the towers. And although the four elders and sixteen guards couldn't hurt Ling Shangmeng in the slightest, they were barely trapped.

Suddenly, Ling Shangmeng gave up attacking these twenty people, and the blood hit the ground, and the ground was torn open, and the weakness of this array was originally underground. The blood poured into the ground, and then rushed out of the ground under the city, and swept everywhere, leaving the corpse in a mess. This time, the four old and twenty guards turned from defense to offense, which can be said to be a seamless exchange of swords, but it still can't hurt Ling Shangmeng for half a point, and when it comes to the city, it is already unfavorable to the Dulong clan. Ling Shangmeng found the opportunity to specialize in these twenty people, the red-haired, broadsword-wielding person, this person's martial arts are the weakest, and it is the breakthrough point. Ling Shangmeng rushed forward, holding sword qi in his hand, drawing blood behind him as a shield, and made more than 20 moves against him in five or six seconds, the moves were fatal, the first five moves were barely blocked by himself, and the last ten moves were blocked by each person in two or three styles. The young man with the long sword just blocked his move, and was about to dodge, but Ling Shangmeng suddenly changed his move, leading the blood shield behind him to stab straight into the sword, and the young man couldn't dodge, and the blood pierced his chest, and he fell to the ground. Seeing that the sword array was broken. Everyone hurriedly dispersed, the oldest of the four elders, the highest martial arts Mo Tianyi found Zeng Hai on the top of the city tower, and said, "Shizi, the enemy is gathered in the city, and there is Ling Shangmeng who exchanged his life for his life, we should withdraw first, this is already all the family background of the Dulong clan, and there is no more fighting." ”

"I don't care, I'm going to kill Lan Zhengyu, the dog thief, today, I'm going to set foot in Guangling City, I'm going to kill them. "Once the sea hacked two more people to death. Rush forward.

With no one to obstruct him, Ling Shangmeng rushed to the city tower and killed people all the way, he knew that he had little time left, so he wanted to kill Zeng Hai first. At this time, the rain was not light at all, and people were about to be unable to open their eyes, and the corpses had accumulated in the city and under the city, inside and outside the building. He saw that the few people who had blocked him just now gathered together, thinking that they must be protecting Zeng Hai, so he raised his breath again and rushed towards the crowd, and sure enough, Zeng Hai was protected by everyone in the middle, and there was already a sign of defeat. Ling Shangmeng gathered all his body's strength and attacked with blood. The scene was already very chaotic, not to mention the pouring rain. Zeng Hai only felt a chill in his heart, and he fell into the rain and blood weakly. The four elders were shocked, and Ling Shangmeng took the opportunity to kill two more people. Seeing that his side had suffered a lot of casualties, in order to ensure his follow-up combat strength, he pretended to be a soldier of the Dulong Clan and shouted, "The young master is dead, the elders are also dead, Ling Shangmeng is a monster, everyone run." As soon as this voice sounded, everyone agreed. There are countless defeated soldiers who have fled. It finally became the evacuation of the whole army.

Ling Shangmeng knew that he had run out of oil and dried up, pulled out the green pole, and instantly his body could not support it, and he collapsed on the pile of dead people. Lan Zhengyu hurriedly came to help. Ling Shangmeng shook his head and smiled.

"I can't kill it all after all!" Ling Shangmeng looked at the sky and let the rain hit the upper eyelids, and the blood robe was washed by the rain, and it was also slightly white.

Lan Zhengyu squatted down, held his cold hand and said, "Xiaoyue Clan, help you kill." ”

Ling Shangmeng closed his eyes and didn't say anything. Who knows, in this majestic rain, in the last moment of the world, whether there are tears on his face.

It has always been better for people to plan than to plan for heaven, and heaven has its own plan if it does not plan. Heaven also has affection, laughing at the stupidity of sentient beings and crying for the pathos of sentient beings. Isn't God crying at this time? Weeping for all those who have lost their lives here.