The success and defeat of the king never asked the reason, and the various desperate situations and difficulties experienced during the period were always sighed and sighed in the memory, and the inner struggle and despair were vividly vivid, and the heart palpitated. Suffering and despair are like time in wine, giving it a mellow and layered taste, a complex and indescribable fragrance that makes victory so charming and unforgettable.

There may be only a few sentences in the historical books, and when future generations see this, they may be swept away, or they may be leisurely fascinated.

The sword mist in the sword array valley is surging, and the lightsaber is like a shadow appearing, just like the twinkling stars in the sky, and the tranquility is still there. However, on the crater around the valley, the scene is quite the opposite, with a roaring bonfire all over the hill, lighting up the night, and full of revelers, singing, dancing, and thundering.

Arrange the manned guards, and everyone else will come to the carnival.

Even the most serious person has a smile on the corner of his mouth. A guy like the fat man, who was already happy, never closed the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were so smiling that he couldn't see it.

This battle was the most dangerous battle they had ever experienced, and most of the nerves were on the verge of collapse, and if they were even the slightest bit wrong, a total rout awaited them.

There is the lucky part, but more often than not, it is unity. If there is no letter from the wind, if there is no blue and white entwined branches at Duanmu Dusk, if there is no thunder sword, if there is no honeycomb heavy artillery salvo, if there is no ......

They use every last ounce of strength imaginable, like a heavily armed warrior who ends up with his teeth and nails, without any reservations.

Loulan's eyes also smiled like a crescent moon, he was wearing an apron, holding a soup pot in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, shuttling through the camp non-stop. Everywhere he walked, cheers erupted.

"Loulan Loulan, well done!"

"Loulan's final mending knife is simply wonderful. ”

"I guess Helian Tianxiao is actually angry!"

Loulan smiled and kept sharing soup for everyone, and she was very happy.

"I have to say, the boss is really terrifying, the sword came before the person was out of the customs. ”

"No, I was scared to death! I almost thought I was going to die there, but luckily the boss's sword came. ”

"Is there anyone like me who thought it was raining?"

"I, I, I!" I was completely dumbfounded!"

Loulan heard everyone's praise for Ai Hui, and her heart was even happier.

Shi Xue sat on a rock, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand, staring at the sword formation surging in the sword mist in the valley, and took a sip gently. She had never drunk before, but today, for some reason, she wanted to drink unexpectedly. Unconsciously, there was a touch of blush on her cold face, and a faint smile on her eyebrows and eyes made her look like a different person.

Sang Zhijun also came over with a wine bottle and shouted from afar: "Snow is full of snow!"

She had just finished dancing around the fire and with everyone, and she was in a state of excitement, and her voice was a little louder than usual. Shi Xueman turned her head and saw Sang Zhijun's bouncing appearance, and couldn't help laughing. She has never seen such a little girl in Sang Zhijun.

Sang Zhijun was obviously a little drunk, jumped on the rock with a hey, and sat down next to Shi Xueman: "Why don't you dance with everyone?"

Then he glanced at the valley, smiled, and suddenly realized: "Ai Hui didn't come out, I'm not in the mood?"

"yes. ”

Shi Xue responded, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.

Sang Zhijun was slightly stunned, she didn't expect Shi Xueman to admit it so happily. But she quickly reacted and hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, Ai Hui will definitely come out soon." ”

Speaking of Ai Hui, Sang Zhijun's expression also became serious, and there was a trace of awe in his eyes. The scene that day really brought her too much shock and impact.

Shi Xueman smiled, raised the wine bottle in his hand in greeting, raised his head and took a big sip.

Sang Zhijun also took a sip of it, wiped the wine marks on the corner of her mouth, and said directly: "I know that Xue Man is very worried, worried that everyone will have thoughts about Ai Hui." ”

The sword curtain flowing from the sky is like a galaxy waterfall pouring down from the nine heavens, which is extremely gorgeous. At that time, they had just settled the battle on the front line, and they happened to witness this shocking scene.

But what's even more terrifying is what happens next.

The corpses all over the ground melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, seeping into the dirt, and tens of thousands of lightsabers inserted in the dirt surged with light, and the sound of swords resounded in the four fields, endlessly, for a full six hours.

Even Helian Tianxiao and his mount were not spared, and were consumed by the lightsaber.

Although everyone had already seen the sword array devouring flesh and blood, the scene of the entire divine wolf being devoured was really terrifying. When everyone came to the vicinity of the valley and saw the dense white bones in the sword array, everyone gasped in unison.

The Silver Frost Department also became the nourishment of the sword array.

The amount of flesh devoured by the sword array is staggering, and probably only those demons in ancient legends can do it. The blood refining of the Beast Gu Palace, compared to it, is simply not worth mentioning.

Everyone was grateful and scared at the same time.

It's appalling.

Shi Xue was silent, as if she was tasting the taste of the wine in her mouth.

A flush appeared on Sang Zhijun's face, but her eyes were unusually clear: "Everyone is not afraid at all. Even if Ai Hui really became a blood cultivator, everyone would not be afraid. ”

The blood feud between Ai Hui and the Blood of the Gods was witnessed by many of them.

Even if it becomes a blood cultivator, everyone is actually not worried, Ai Hui will also become a blood cultivator who buries the blood of the gods. In contrast, everyone was more worried that Ai Hui would not be able to accept the identity of the blood cultivator, and would not be able to forgive himself and cut himself off.

Sometimes Ai Hui is very afraid of death, and sometimes Ai Hui is so calm about death that people are afraid.

"We've known each other since Matsuma Castle and have been fighting side by side for so many years. How many times has he saved us? I can't remember. Sang Zhijun's face turned around, his eyes looked directly at Shi Xueman, and his expression was a little excited: "We are not friends, we are family. Why did everyone choose to celebrate in the mountains around the sword formation, just to celebrate with Ai Hui, just to tell him that no matter what, we will never leave him! No matter what, he is our boss!"

Shi Xue looked at her in a daze, a hot current rose in her heart, and her nose was a little sour. She was worried about Ai Hui's safety and everyone's attitude towards Ai Hui. Born in a family, she has seen too many deceits, too many people's warmth and coldness, and cherishes the purity and beauty in front of her.

Along the way, bit by bit, passed in front of her eyes.

The blind battle in the dojo was unspeakable, the one hundred and fifty yuan stretched out in the noodle shop, the resolute eyes in the desperate situation, the warm lips in the wind and snow, and the panicked scolding behind him......

A warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were clear and firm, she stood up sharply, threw away the wine bottle in her hand vigorously, put her hands into a horn, and shouted loudly to the valley with all her strength: "Ai Hui, I'll wait for you!"

The people around quieted down and looked at Shi Xueman.

After a few moments, everyone was smiling.

The fat man was already drunk and dizzy, and he was under unprecedented pressure in this battle, all the pressure was released, and the carnival was the most exciting. Beside him, Zu Yan was already drunk, his pale face was full of redness, and he was still grinning in his sleep.

This guy was so bad at drinking that he only drank one glass.

When the fat man heard Shi Xueman's shout, he couldn't help laughing, the affection between Ah Hui and Tie Niu was deep, but both of them were cold people. He burst into laughter while pounding the ground, laughing and laughing, he suddenly wanted to cry inexplicably, as if he saw the emaciated and lonely back in the sunset when Ai Hui left the wilderness.

He stood up, looked at the valley, and shouted hoarsely, "Ai Hui, survive!"

The fat man burst into tears.

Sang Zhijun suddenly stood up, threw the wine bottle in his hand hard, put his hands into a horn, and shouted loudly to the valley: "Ai Hui, do you hear me?"

Jiang Wei was excited in his heart and stood up as well.

His fate probably changed the moment he met Ai Hui. Before that, he had a mediocre background, mediocre talent, and lackluster before he met Ai Hui.

After meeting Ai Hui, everything changed.

He survived the blood plague, and his life took a very different path, including with Sang Zhijun. He glanced at Sang Zhijun, his eyes as firm as iron and gentle as water.

Jiang Wei shouted at the valley: "Ai Hui, thank you!"

Everyone stood up and shouted loudly into the valley. Talking and talking about nothing, I can't hear anything clearly.

"Ai Hui is invincible!"

"Boss, Boss!"

......

The roaring sound seemed to overturn the mountains. Loulan's eyes happily bent into two crescents, everyone likes Ai Hui very much. He tilted his head to listen, his eyes lit up.

In the midst of the noisy sound, there was a snap, and a ball of sand exploded over the valley, and immediately turned into two words, "Ai Hui".

The sound quieted down, and everyone saw that it was Loulan, understood, and laughed.

Everyone cheered loudly: "Ai Hui!"

Bang, the sand character above the valley changed into four words: "invincible".

Everyone laughed and shouted, "Invincible!"

Smack, the sand word has changed again.

Many people saw the content of the sand characters, pounded the ground with laughter, and covered their stomachs over and over again. The sand characters over the valley turned into numbers and began to beat.

“3...... 2...... 1......”

The smile on everyone's faces couldn't be hidden, let go of their throats, and shouted at the top of their voices: "Ai Hui likes Shi Xueman!"

Shi Xueman, who has always been like an iceberg, was so red that she could almost ooze blood at the moment, she was so ashamed that she hid behind Sang Zhijun and covered her face with her hands.

As if in response, the valley was full of swords, and it could be heard far and near.

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

Loulan's sand characters changed, and everyone shouted in unison with the rhythm.

"The sword of thunder, unstoppable!"

"Hahahaha!"

Thinking of the obscene way of playing the Sword of Thunder, everyone was overjoyed.

"Chongyun's spear, practice into internal injuries!"

"Hahahaha!"

The team members of the Heavy Cloud Spear couldn't help but laugh first, the cultivation intensity of the Heavy Cloud Spear was very terrifying, and the others were even more gloating.

"Tower Artillery Alliance, basically rely on Meng!"

"Hahahaha!"

The fat man laughed the most exaggeratedly, and the other members of the Tower Artillery Alliance covered their faces and laughed until they gasped, there were too many novices in the Tower Artillery Alliance.

"Is Loulan handsome?"

Everyone said in unison: "Handsome!"

"Hahahaha......"

The laughter was heard far and wide in the night.