The wind is like a knife, slashing across the face, sometimes painful, but the tragedy of the scenery in front of him, the tragic situation in front of him, is more sad than the physical pain, Nalan Qing stood there stunned, the world seemed to be spinning, and his brain couldn't think, he couldn't forget this scene for the rest of his life, because he knew that he would never experience such a scene again, this pale color. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now the poignant scene in front of him seemed to tell the coldest story in the world, and slapped him hard and made him hurt.

The cold wind was as cold as ice, as fast as a knife, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people frown, and even a little sick, there were mostly corpses on the ground, some had already decomposed, and some had just been lying on the ground, red blood slowly flowed out of his wounds, piled up on the ground, some condensed, and some continued to wrap around the corpse.

The cyan sword shimmered with a concave light, it looked like the sword was unopened, many swords were like this, it was a defective product like flowing water, and all the people were killing with blunt weapons.

Also, on the battlefield, how can there be so many skilled craftsmen, and polish so many divine weapons one by one, not only that, but there are also some forked halberds, but the texture is not much different from these swords, and they are all remnant weapons.

Nalan Qing was a little cold in his hand, and even he didn't know where he got a silver-white spear, but it was this cold feeling that gave him a feeling that was both strange and familiar.

The strangeness is because he has never held such a weapon, and the familiarity is because, in his heart, he can feel that this gun is inherently integrated with him, and there is a feeling of blood connection.

"Gentian bright silver", the gun body flashed four big characters in the turbid sunlight, and a strange picture appeared in my mind, the pine trees were luxuriant, on the top of the mountain, welcoming distant guests, leaning on the side of people, it was a fairy-like old man, on a round stone.

I saw him shoot a person, dancing wildly between heaven and earth, one move and one style, like a raptor crossing the river, a dragon out of the clouds, and like a sea god turning over the river and the sea, and the thunder god lightning and thunder, this is an indescribable picture, but it is firmly engraved in his mind and can never be forgotten.

Nalan Qing came back to his senses for a long time, and was awakened by the killing aura that lingered around him.

He opened his eyes and looked at the people around him who were also dazed, their eyes turned fierce in an instant, and their eyes were angry at him, with ferocity, and a long-cherished desire not to die, and a little fear.

Nalan Qing also understood in an instant, these people in front of him were incompatible with him, belonging to the situation of either you die or he dies, he lowered his head and looked at the baby in his arms, and there was a continuous flash in his mind of the picture of searching for thousands of miles just now, watching the woman jump off the dry well, he also sent the surrounding rocks to the dry well, with tears in his eyes, and slashed the people who came around.

If this picture is in the mouth of the storyteller, it is so familiar and wonderful, isn't it Zhao Zilong who rode alone for thousands of miles.

Just halfway through, a person descended from the sky, and suddenly made him confused, looking at the people around him who surrounded him, one by one wearing leather armor, their appearance is somewhat familiar, some are not so familiar, these people seem to be all his classmates at school, but the original school uniform has become some rough leather armor.

In addition, because of the obsession of the original host in their hearts, they had to fight each other, and everyone knew from their own teachers what death meant, so no one wanted to die now.

In this case, the only way to do this is to kill those who are in the other direction with you. The baby in swaddling clothes is not crying now, but laughing heartlessly, laughing at such self and innocence.

But the person holding him is not simple, tie the baby to his body, make sure that the baby will not fall, hold the gentian bright silver in his hand, the previous original owner will not insult this magic weapon, and the current Nalan Qing will not either.

The child is so casual that he may start laughing and cry in an instant.

And this cry was like the attack horn of the person opposite, they glanced at each other, and stepped forward one after another, whether it was Zhao Yun in the past or Nalan Qing now, they could not win one-on-one, since this was the case, then they could only attack in groups.

"Drink"

Nalan Qing drank softly, the gentian in his hand was shining brightly by his dance, looking at the people who surrounded him next to him, his eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and a sneer hung on his mouth.

The legendary dragon has scales called Jiaolong, winged dragon called Ying Dragon, horned dragon called Qiu (Qiu) dragon, hornless dragon called dragon and Nalan Qing directly danced a hovering dragon this time, fierce and abnormal, directly flashed a piercing beam of light, slashing through everyone.

With a "sonorous bang", all the weapons were broken, and everyone who had just surrounded them had a pair of big eyes, full of astonishment, but lost their vitality, how sad it was.

From the moment it came out, it was doomed to failure and doomed.

Even if they have memories that change the future, but their opponents also have them, and in this war, memory is no longer the key to the situation of the battle, what matters is which side of the battle is strong enough.

Obviously, Nalan Qing is better now, he looked not far ahead, the wind was blowing smoke, the sound of horses' hooves trampling the ground, and another group of people came over, and they were in all directions.

Nalan Qing pulled a horse nearby and jumped up, on the horse, he felt that his spirit seemed to be integrated with the horse, stronger than on the ground, and a trace of heat slowly flowed in his heart, slowly flowing in his meridians, which began when he fought just now.

It's just that he has no time to take care of these now, riding his horse and galloping, ignoring everything on the road, he doesn't pay attention to some people in front of him, passerby A, passerby B, all the people who stand in front of him, a sword passes, it is a person who turns on his back.

There is no shortage of death in this world, on the contrary, because of the beginning of the killing, death is everywhere.

Everything is so natural, as if born like this, under Nalan Qing's shot, someone must have died, listening to the desperate shouts next to him, he gradually became a little numb, after all, he is not Zhao Yun, not the boy who has tasted blood, his name is Nalan Qing.

Even if there was a voice in his head that drove away his disgust for this kind of killing, it would eventually fail after a long time.

It's like a drug, treating a wound, the initial effect of the drug is often the best, and later, because of the antibodies in the body, the effect of the drug becomes worse and worse, so that each time you need more and more drugs.

It's the same in any field, as long as it's about therapy, or education, but also about courtship.

Nalan Qing drove his horse and ran, he knew that he could escape here as long as he found a red-faced reckless man. In fact, this desire was too slim, and slowly his eyes turned red, infected with blood, and as far as his eyes could see, he was bright red.

In front of him there was a man on horseback, with a sword, shouting.

Everything was as fate pointed to, Nalan Qing drove the horse past, and the gentian bright silver slashed across the man's body, barely making him scream, and his upper body fell off the horse.

He snatched the long sword that had been held by the other party, and it was a little cold, but in the blood-red sunlight, it shone with a shocking light.

What a domineering sword this is, the coolness of the sword makes Nalan Qing's nerves a little clear.

There was a murderous aura from behind, which made people tremble, this would be the most powerful enemy he had faced these times.

Even if he was not afraid, his body was already a little tired at the moment.

Looking at the small hill behind, where the people were more dense, the flags were waving, and there was a more powerful momentum coming towards him.

2

Every killing place is a mass grave, and each erected sword represents the tombstone of an unknown person, who is piled up layer by layer, one by one, to become a nameless grave of bones and death, and to tell the story of the next life in their place.

Their death will never be blind, and the death is even more dazed, but war is war after all, except for the people who sit on the high hall, who can know the hidden meaning of this war with a smile, and the people below are just blankly facing the future, fighting for being alive, and rejoicing for being alive.

Nalan Qing tied the snatched long sword to his waist, and the silver-white spear in his hand was like a flexible dragon, every blow could make the person next to him bow his head, and he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Not far away was a small dusty hill, and the murderous opportunities on the hillside emerged, one after another, intimidating, and there was a shuddering character in the distance, and in front of it was full of dark shadows, and the belly and back were under attack.

Although there are some small minions in front of them, there are many people, one after another, one by one, and they are not afraid of death at all, which reminds Nalan Qing of an old movie he watched a long time ago.

I saw it in an old movie theater, that movie theater specializes in old films, Nalan Qing still vaguely remembers that the name of that film is "Myth", it was played by a martial arts star a long time ago, and there is such a scene in it.

One man and one shot, blocking the people who wanted to surround him, and then because of the killing, the corpses piled up higher and higher, and finally like a hill, and the man stood on it with his sword.

But there is always a time when people are tired, and when it comes to that time, it also means death, Nalan Qing knows this very well, in the face of this noisy battlefield, all the people are so unscrupulous, he began to be a little afraid in his heart, afraid that he would become such a doomed hero.

Now he admires the original spirit of this body--- Zhao Zilong, he can ride through the heavy killing array alone, even if it is a little deified, but now, he has become Zhao Zilong, looking at the wall in front of him with a little tiredness, holding the spear in his hand, looking at the smiling baby in his arms.

He laughed too, laughing at such innocence, innocent only killing.

The silver spear was swung in all directions, and the sharp light on the gun was like silver-white lightning, and no one dared to approach it.

"Who is that, and why is it so powerful."

Someone stood on the hillside in the distance, looking condescendingly at Nalan Qing's side, but after all, the distance was a little far, so he couldn't see Nalan Qing's appearance clearly, only saw him wielding a handful of silver in an airtight air, and there were people next to him who kept splashing red blood.

"If the plot is as expected, that person should be Changshan Zhao Zilong."

Next to this man, there were many groveling people, and such people were roughly divided into two kinds, one was wearing a scarf on his head, dressed in a gray robe, with a belt of blue silk around his waist, with a soft face, full of scholarly anger, wise eyes, a mouth like honey, a clever tongue, and a long thin beard on his chin, or no beard at all.

The other is completely different, most of them are wearing copper armor, some are silver-white armor, but some are worn, obviously have experienced a lot of wind and rain, they stand there, like a mountain pillar, majestic and solemn, their eyes are like torches, they do not squint, they look into the distance, their hands are often held at their waists, whether they have a sword or not.

"Really? I don't know who plays Zhao Yun, if it's our people, it's easy to talk, if it's not our people, we can also slowly persuade them to be captured alive. ”

That person looked more than two meters long, only to see him like a small mountain, standing on the hillside, majestic, those wearing copper armor below heard it, quietly retreated, called the soldiers with flags below, followed to the front, these flags are all green base, but the words on the top are different, some are painted with dictionary characters, some are Zhang characters, and the most is Cao characters.

Nalan Qing's heart was a little nervous, there were only a lot of people here, although he started to rush a few meters, but before he could walk a few steps, he was trapped in the crowd.

"Thief, don't go, I'm here."

Nalan Qing's heart tightened when he heard this, Zhang He, one of the famous generals in the Three Kingdoms period, first followed Yuan Shao, and later in the battle of Guandu, Yuan Shao was destroyed, and finally followed Cao Cao, in short, he was an opponent that should not be underestimated.

As soon as the voice arrived, so did the people, Nalan Qing only heard the wind behind him being abnormal, and there was a killing move.

He didn't care about the people in front of him at the moment, his body was on the horse, he turned around, held the gentian bright silver spear in one hand, and pulled out the long sword he had just grabbed in the other.

"It's you." Zhang He's arm was hairy by the shock, and he was thinking in his heart that this person had such a powerful power that he shook his two-handed dragon knife with one hand.

With an exclamation in his mouth, he seemed to recognize Nalan Qing, and Nalan Qing naturally knew the origin of the other party, Zhao Younian, who was a member of the student union before, and was later poached to the sports department as the president of the football club, his experience is somewhat similar to Zhang He.

"Who am I, it turned out to be the anti-bone boy Zhao Younian." Nalan Qing joked, you must know that Zhao Younian can make him remember the place, that is, the hot transfer, although no one said it in name, but in the past, Zhao Younian had been burdened with the title of anti-bone boy for a long time.

"That's the birds and birds that choose good trees to perch on."

"Really? That's just a glorification of the anti-bones. ”

"Look for death." Zhao Younian was provoked by the words, his face turned red, and the big dragon knife in his hand really made him dance out of the wind and fire, and went towards Nalan Qing.

Nalan Qing raised his sword to defend, the sword body was clear and shiny, Nalan Qing finally knew the name of this sword from the sword body, it was not one of Cao Cao's two famous swords, the Qinggang Sword.

It is said that this sword is as sharp as clay, but it has never been tested, Nalan Qing stabbed it with his sword, and the sword body seemed to be attached to two thunder fires, entangled with the big dragon knife.

"Bang, bang" The sound of metal was endless, but Nalan Qing became more and more embarrassed, Zhang He was originally a ruthless character, and now there are hundreds of vests next to him as a foil.

Nalan Qing had to swing his sword to resist the attack of Zhang He, who was incarnated by Zhao Younian, and swing his spear on the other side to slash the vest next to him.

But even so, his body is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat in the meridians is getting stronger and stronger, as if it is on fire, and his body seems to have infinite power because of this, waiting to erupt, and he has this feeling from the beginning, until this moment this feeling is even worse, like a volcano, and it is about to erupt immediately.

"You'll be responsible for what you just said." Zhao Younian obviously saw that Nalan Qing was already a little unable to support it, his face turned fierce, and he shouted at Nalan Qing.

"Probably not." Nalan Qing replied, I don't know why, he suddenly had such a feeling that maybe he wouldn't lose, and many people here might turn into dust all of a sudden.

He had a beautiful picture in his mind, but it was a very dangerous image for everyone else.

"Ascend the dragon and kill."

Nalan Qing suddenly seemed to be a different person, and a huge projection emerged from behind him, time suddenly stopped in an instant, and all movements were stagnant in the air, waiting for death to come.