Wind and snow are like knives, reaping life.

Bai Yifei stood in front of the army, his white hair was flying, his red and evil eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile: "When the snowflakes fall to the ground, it is the beginning of death, blood will soak the world, and all those who stop me will become the dust of history." ”

Click!

A snowflake fell from the sky, fell into Bai Yifei's palm, and then melted into blood.

Crimson blood!

Rumble!

A huge sword qi across a hundred zhang stabbed out, like cold ice, like a pillar of blood, the evil qi was incomparable, and the cold was endless.

The pressure of death was coming, Yan Shi's expression was solemn, he suddenly raised his palm, his ten fingers were sealed, and bursts of killing breath burst out from his body, surrounded by thousands of Yin soldiers, and the evil qi condensed into substance.

"In the world of the Warring States, there are endless soldiers, and it is the right time and place that can make my move reach the highest degree of power. ”

"Bai Yifei, I will use this trick to let you understand your own insignificance!"

Six Plague Forbidden Tips, Burning Soldiers' Tombs!

The overwhelming death qi swept across the battlefield, and within a radius of several miles, many soldiers who died in battle trembled and rose up, and the evil qi on their bodies condensed and let out a high-spirited roar.

The vast sound of battle resounded throughout the world, the heavens and the earth were chaotic, the sun and the moon were dimmed, the feeling of suffocation enveloped all directions, and the wind and clouds roared, and everyone present felt trembling.

The first four disasters are thunderstorms, floods, droughts, and earthquakes, although they are powerful, but they are all derivatives of natural disasters.

Throughout the ages, the disasters that have caused the most loss of life have never been natural disasters, but wars provoked by man, and there is no kind of disaster that is more terrible than life itself.

This is the fifth calamity of the Six Calamities, the Scourge of the Soldiers!

And the world of the Warring States period is the era when the disaster of the war is the most protracted, which is unprecedentedly powerful with the power that prompted Yan to deal with this move.

The jumping corpses screamed to kill, the breath of death was permeating, and the heaven and earth that were originally condensed by ice and snow faintly appeared at this moment, and the broken blades represented the eternal silence after the soldiers.

Break the halberd and sink into the sand, and grind and wash the front court.

The three emperors and five emperors of morality, the fame of the Xia Hou Shang and Zhou, the heroes of the five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period, rose and fell in an instant. A few lines of names in the history, countless barren hills in the north, the fields of the predecessors and the descendants of the people collected, saying that the dragon and the tiger are fighting.

The endless disasters of the soldiers, the overwhelming death aura, condensed into a vast energy, shrouded in white.

It was like a tomb that fell from the sky and buried all life.

......

"As long as Li Sishang has a breath of air, it is impossible for you to hurt the king. ”

Li Si looked solemnly at the Mo Crow and the others in front of him, his expression was cold and resolute.

"Just you?" a sneer curled at the corner of the crow's mouth, and a feather like ink floated in the breeze, like a sharp blade, through Li Si's arm.

Laugh at!

On Li Si's right arm, a red wound appeared.

He stabilized his lowered right arm with his left arm, gritted his teeth, and stared at the ink crow dressed in inky black with a resolute gaze, "To this extent, it can't scare Li Si." ”

The crow smiled coldly.

Another feather passed through Li Si's right leg, and red blood splattered on the ground, and Li Si fell to his knees.

"Li Aiqing!" Ying Zheng shouted from behind, his eyes were very calm, neither panicked nor anxious.

"Your Majesty, the minister can still hold on. Li Si roared, his head raised, and he looked at the Mo Crow and the others in front of him.

"Since you are bent on death, then I have no choice but to send you on your way. The ink crow looked awe-inspired, and where the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were together, a black feather appeared, and he raised it casually and shot it towards Li Si's throat.

Li Si raised his head stiffly, his expression was resolute, without any fear, as if he regarded death as home.

Looking at this scene, a trace of appreciation and sigh flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

What to admire? What to sigh about?

The black feathers had already come to the neck of this powerful minister who was originally destined to become the Great Qin Empire, and a drop of blood burst down.

Suddenly.

A flame ignited in the air.

The feather, which was as black as ink, was burned to ashes in an instant and scattered in the air.

"Master Lisi, you really have a lot of energy. ”

Yan She's calm and profound voice resounded in Li Si's ears, and the latter was still immersed in a moment of life and death, and his expression was in a trance.

After a while, he reacted, reluctantly stood up, looked at the flame incarnation in front of him, and then looked at Ying Zheng with a cold expression behind him, and understood that he had made the right bet.

From now on, he will completely become a winner of politics.

"This is what the intelligence says, the incarnation technique of Shu Mountain?" Looking at Yan Shi, who was suddenly condensed and formed by a ball of flames, Mo Crow reacted immediately after the initial shock.

Due to Xuan Xuan's miss, Luo Wang's attention to Yan Shi has reached an unprecedented level, and all the information about Shu Mountain has been mobilized, and as Luo Wang's allies, the people of Night have also shared that information.

Bai Feng walked out and said lightly: "No matter what incarnation, the essence is a kind of blinding, an illusory thing. He also knows a special incarnation illusion "Phoenix Dance Six Illusions", and he knows this martial art very well.

The crow nodded, and ordered, "Attack his form with all your might." ”

Many killers behind suddenly jumped out and attacked Yan Shi's flame incarnation with swords and hidden weapons.

"Ignorance!" Yan Shi's incarnation shook his head lightly, looking at the killers who rushed over, his figure turned into a violently burning glass-colored flame, dazzling and dazzling.

Laugh at!

The piercing sound of water being evaporated resounded continuously, and Mo Crow and Bai Feng only felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, and a blazing breath rose, and the figures of the two hurriedly flickered, fleeing into the distance as fast as lightning.

The rest of the killers were unable to hide, contaminated by the flames, and the blazing light was surging, and the thousands of fires were pervasive, endless.

After a series of terrible roars, many killers were burned under the flames, turned into clumps of ashes, and scattered the heavens and the earth forever.

"Fire and water are ruthless, why do you insist on rushing in?" Yan Shi sighed slowly, his red pupils seemed to be burning, and he suddenly looked at the two ink crows who fled to the side.

"Let's go!" the ink crow yelled at Bai Feng, and the two of them rushed into the distance like lightning like two birds, and soon turned into black dots.

Yan Shi didn't chase after him, he looked back at Ying Zheng, and his body became illusory, like a flame, burning out, and finally returning to nothingness.

Looking at this scene, Ying Zheng's pupils shrank, and he whispered: "Shushan witchcraft is really mysterious. ”

......

"What is this?" Bai Yifei looked at the sky with bloody eyes, let out a solemn roar, and the huge blood sword in his hand slashed at the air, but it couldn't drive away the endless death qi.

All around him, endless soldiers burned, the sound of blades clashing, horses' hooves, rushing and killing, and wails, and the invisible huge tomb shrouded all around, making people suffocate.

"How could I die? I was born to be born for war, to die, to kill, how could I die in war, die in killing, and become a white bone in a dry grave in the wilderness?"

Bai Yifei roared, his pale and sickly face was full of madness, and the blood sword in his hand that condensed thousands of qi was swung wildly.

But the great tomb remained unmoved, falling gently, burying all life.

Let you be a prince, let you be peerless, let you fall into the city, once you enter the grave, how is it different from others?

The soldiers were bursting with flames, monstrous and dead, and the only remaining 1,000 soldiers gradually withered and died, 100, 200, 300, 400...... In the end, a whole thousand people were buried at the same time.

The general is still dead in a hundred battles, how can the pawn return home?

The disaster of the soldiers, the mighty and continuous, buried the heroic bones, so that the young women of the whole country were widowed, and the white-haired people sent black hair.

"I don't believe it, there is no grave to bury me!" Bai Yifei roared with exhaustion, his bright red eyes were crazy, his white hair was flying, he was hunting in a bloody robe, and the two swords in his hands were slashing, the cold ice was condensed, and he wanted to return to the sky.

Yan Shi drank indifferently, and the huge invisible tomb closed the cover, the earth roared, and the vitality was cut off.

Before the disaster, both the people and the king were powerless.

Bloody Hou Bai is not buried here.

PS: The Spring Festival is too high, so it's late, but at this time period, no one should be waiting for me to update, right?

。 Sogou