Hearing the armor's shout, Long Zheng just waved his hand.

Obviously, this also represents an answer called "no interest".

Watching Long Zheng move away, the armor stood up, looked around, and frowned at the group of staggering soldiers.

When the group of soldiers saw this, they immediately stood up, their waists did not hurt and their legs were not sore, as if they had run the Great Wall twice in one breath, and they were all in good spirits.

Naturally, the armor did not say anything, jumped up, and disappeared at the pass.

The passers-by were all silent, and at this time, when they saw the armor as powerful as gods and demons leaving, they began to resume the noise, and all kinds of discussions immediately appeared.

……

On the Great Wall, on a certain high node, the armor sat here, playing with the dagger in his hand, looking at the distant yellow sand on one side and the bustling city on the other side, stunned.

In his mind, he couldn't help but go back to the beginning.

The ancient Demon Dao family, the bloodline inheritance flowing with mysterious power, is all obtained because of "sin".

When the young man learns this fact by tracing the origin of the crazy bloodline, he becomes unrecognizable.

He left his homeland behind......

Only terrible legends remain.

When a family gains strength that does not belong to itself, it will eventually have to be repaid.

And he took the sin on his shoulders and put an end to it.

For many years, the terrifying Demon Blade wandered like a ghost in the Land of Warriors, causing panic among the people who were also descendants of the Demon Dao family.

But all meaningless battles cannot fill the emptiness of the soul, only to increase despair.

He disappeared after all, on his way to the East.

He wanted to trace the roots of the demonic path, and perhaps he could free himself from the torment of endless fate.

In this way, he stepped into the depths of the rolling yellow sand—a vast area of land collectively known as the "Western Regions".

And there, there is a drastic change that will change the fate of everyone.

An oasis in the desert, a rare and precious spring, and a stone well deep underground......

The countries established around them attacked each other for water for a long time, and they continued to quarrel with each other until the arrival of the Tang Iron Cavalry.

An empire that was more powerful than ever established a protectorate, opened the city, and brought tea and cloth from the Silk Road, mediating conflicts and contentions.

As a result, the desert was calm for decades.

But when the swordsman who had gone to the east passed by, he saw a sign of destruction.

The royal court has fallen; The Metropolitan Protectorate has fallen; Local civilians cried, and Tang soldiers lay dying on the side of the road, all believing that the other was the betrayer.

The indifferent swordsman had no interest in knowing who was right and who was wrong, but he was disgusted by the flood of demons, reminding him of the nightmares that tormented him day and night.

So when everyone fled the fallen city, he went backwards into the depths of the calamity.

Hordes of monsters fell from under their swords, but the aura of danger grew stronger: he thought, there was a guy, a guy who was very good at the magic way, peeping.

He wanted to find him, he had such confidence and pride.

Then the surroundings changed to familiar scenes: his past, his fate, his nightmares, every time he fought, the evil creature behind the scenes, unable to confront the swordsman head-on, was about to use illusions to isolate himself from pain and despair.

This is the duel between the Demon Dao Blade and the Demon Dao Law.

He swung his sword! The sword light slashed through the fog of evil with strength and will, and something screamed and roared.

The illusion dissipated.

In the ruins, the swordsman immediately understood why the creature was desperate to stop him: the little boy, the fear-weeping demon half-breed boy was shrouded in an engraved circle, and would be used as a sacrifice to awaken something powerful.

"Brother." The boy cried out heartbreakingly.

"Brother." The voices that I deliberately wanted to forget in my memory also kept murmuring.

"Brother." The swordsman's memories fade back to a long time ago, when the girl held hostage by the robbers reached out to him for help.

"Brother." "Brother." ”

The frozen heart disintegrated in an instant.

The life-sucking horror monster didn't catch the last ***** it craved and was thrown far away.

Instead, the swordsman who stepped into the circle was dragged into darkness by the fog. Then, some living object struggled, enveloping him firmly, trying to devour him.

"Brother." "Brother." "Brother."

The sound of sobbing is getting farther and farther away, but it is clear to the heart.

The body was torn apart, and the will became more and more sober.

A sneer rolled into the corner of the dying swordsman's mouth, the evil creature didn't seem to know that he was the more terrifying, terrifying among them.

He swung his sword again.

The wind blowing through the desert blows the high flag, and the pattern of the phoenix bird is as vivid as fire.

It stands proudly, even after seven days and seven nights of continuous fighting, declaring that a corner of the Great Wall is still unbreakable.

On the eighth day, the demons besieging the fortress were in turmoil, and the crimson figures that opposed them attacked from where they came.

The final battle lasted from night to dawn, and the two sides, who were outnumbered, could not achieve a decisive victory: until a man, a living person, staggered into a scarred battlefield with nothing to spare.

The Crimson Ranger picks up a foreign swordsman from the middle of the battlefield.

The animate demonic armor quickly retreated before her eyes, revealing a pale face and scarred body, clutching a sword in her hand.

Around, there are mountains of demon corpses.

"Where did it come from?" I don't know if he can understand it.

"I forgot." Poor lingua franca response.

"Where's the name?"

"Forget ......"

"Armor." The female general neatly interrupted him, "Just call you armor." Hurry up, don't play dead. ”

The stranger smiled helplessly.

The crimson figure didn't look back.

"You're strong, and we need people like you. Stay. Maybe you'll regret it. Anyway, you forgot everything, so it doesn't matter if you regret it. ”

The swordsman who was suddenly named Armor looked at the sword in his hand. The spots on the sword reminded him of the sand in a desperate situation, and the flowers that grew.

Armor? Seems good. Forget about the sharp, only hurtful sword, and henceforth exist in the name of the armor of protection.

He propped himself up and slowly followed.

Ahead, there is the Great Wall that stretches to the end of the sky.

Wield the sword in despair, and use the deceased as armor.

……

In this way, in a flash, I don't know how many years have passed, the times have changed, the whole people have evolved, and the whole world has changed beyond recognition.

Armor's gaze was very deep, and he looked at the back of Long Zheng, who was about to disappear, and didn't say a word.

No one knew what was going on in his mind.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a small black shadow beside him, his pupils shrank, and his palm immediately grasped the hilt behind him.

After this look, I realized that this little black shadow was actually the little monkey who had just looked over and was still following Long Zheng, and the armor was a little surprised.

Xiao Hei held a letter in his hand, took it in armor, took it apart, and found that it was neatly written in the continental lingua franca (also Chinese): "May I ask the general, let the female emperor decide to attack the Taigu Demon Daoist, whose surname is who?" ”

Armor was silent for a moment and looked at Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei grinned, revealing a mouth full of fangs: "Squeak! ”

He took a pen from his armor, wrote something on the paper, and then resealed the envelope and handed it to Blackie.

Something magical happened, Xiao Hei took the letter, smiled at him, and the next moment disappeared in place, the armor hurriedly looked into the distance, and the monkey had already appeared on Long Zheng's shoulder.

Long Zheng stopped in place, opened the envelope, looked at the contents, and then hugged his fist at the armor, then turned and left, and after a while, he completely disappeared from the armor's field of vision.