Everyone has only one life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the eyes of others, the Iron Warrior died lightly and uselessly, more like a moth to a fire than the brave, and it was meaningless to die completely.

But......

Is this really the case?

Even if, in the eyes of everyone, his death is really so regrettable, but in the eyes of the Iron Warrior, it is precisely because of him that he hinders the progress of the ghost, even for a second, he also defends the Great Realm Gate, defends his home, and defends the belief in his heart.

Nowadays, there are countless warriors and godsenders rushing to the front line, and every second, zombies and humans die in battle, and from the beginning, this was originally a battle that never stopped.

In this environment, death is originally the fate and the only way for the godsend.

The boundless evil black qi haunted the ghost's body, and at this moment, he was almost no longer humanoid, not only his head had turned into a jackal, but even the tail vertebrae had derived a huge bone tail, and razor-sharp bone spurs shone with a silver metallic cold light in the air.

"Die!"

"Dedicate your life to our great Lord, you lowly beings!"

The fire is burning.

The ghosts have no mercy, and the zombie legions have no mercy, they invade the town like locusts, swift and crazy, and in a short moment of confrontation, several godsenders and dozens of warriors died.

Compared to warriors, they are chaotic people who only kill.

The Wraith is not in a hurry to conquer this land, and all it wants is the simplest way to destroy it than to occupy it.

It will not tolerate any one force and has the strength to overthrow its rule, so how many people have died and how much land has been destroyed in this war is not a topic of concern for the ghosts.

"Second lieutenant, the brothers of the pickets have ...... All of them were killed, there were too many zombies, and especially, the other party still had the powerhouses of the Legendary Realm, and we were powerless to resist at all. His eyes pursed his lips, even though he had participated in many battles, but now, his expression was full of horror, and his face was pale.

Xing Jun's expression was complicated.

Many things flashed through his mind for a moment, but then, they were suppressed in a very short time.

Xing Jun turned his head and looked at this town that he had built with his own hands, and finally exhaled silently.

Just now, he even had the idea of running away, but he was instantly overturned by him.

Escape? Xing Jun shook his head, he knew that with the other party's brutal methods, he would definitely not allow himself to walk in the vicinity with such a threat, even if he could escape for a while, could he still escape for a lifetime?

He is the last symbol of the land.

So he can't go.

He wanted to stay, even if it was just a glance, and he wanted to see the war with his own eyes.

A glint flashed in Xing Jun's eyes.

He stood on the ground, like a stone, with tragedy written on his face, waiting for death.

…………………………

"Roar!"

With a roar, the bear holding two giant hammers was furious, pure power was breeding, and in an instant, the muscles in his body swelled more and more, because the bones could not stand such a degree of compression, they actually creaked, and blood was all over his body in an instant.

"Break it for me!"

The strong are still the strong, even if they suffer such serious injuries, it does not affect the bear's performance at all.

He is the darling of darkness and the spokesman of killing in the world.

Waiting for the opportunity, a red fist suddenly poked out from his side, with a thick strength, unspeakably shocking!

"Bang!"

His eyes showed murderous violence and ferocity, and then he laughed fiercely with murderous intent!

The bear exerted all his strength, no longer staying, the wild hammer, like a wild horse, rushed several meters, and everywhere it passed, it seemed that everything had turned into nothingness, and after an instant, this shocking blow suddenly hit the ghost.

"Scratch!"

There was a sound of broken bones that penetrated people's hearts, and the ribs of the ghost were directly broken!

"I'm actually hurt?!"

Listening to the sound coming from his chest, the ghost felt that it was like a big bell roaring in his ears, like thunder, like an initiation.

"Boom!"

"You dare to hurt me, I want you to die!" The ghost was completely insane, at this time he had long lost his thoughts, and in his violence, it even bit his lips, and blood instantly flowed all over his lips, but even so, his face contained boundless resentment.

In the depths of its eyes, essence light burst out, like blood-colored swords tearing apart its soul!

The ghost roared angrily, and was attacked by the bear under pride, which had already made it angry, and the next second, its body flashed, and it had come to the bear's side, although it was conceited and proud, but just now the bear's swift hammer, its power can be seen, and the ghost doesn't want to be hit again!

There is no way back......

The reason why Xiong was able to successfully injure the ghost was all due to the word sneak attack, and now, the gap between the two sides is a full realm, which is obviously not a level of battle at all.

However......

In the face of the threat, Xiong not only did not give up, but the hammer conjured up more power, and then crushed it more quickly, without a trace of clumsiness.

"Ignorance!"

The ghost glanced at it coldly, and immediately mobilized the bone spurs behind him, and this silver tail surrounded his body in an instant, forming a fortress that was difficult to shake!

Ignoring the attack, the ghost sneered, and clenched his fist, at this moment, the fist that devoured countless living beings was like a strong magma, and the killing intent transmitted by it could literally burn the souls of others to annihilation!

The bear struggled with all his might, his flesh and blood all over his body, and his extreme desire for business made him try to turn the situation in front of him.

But all this has long been to no avail......

When the ghost clenched his fists and fought forward, the next moment, the bear felt the rapid decline in the function of his body, he roared, gritted his teeth, and in his originally turbid eyes, a look of horror flashed, and the mind that was carried away by anger finally felt an existence called fear!

In the face of this unstoppable blow, the bear's feet were weak, and he was directly blown away, and when he flew upside down, countless blood gushed out from his abdomen, which was extremely miserable!

"Die! Die! You lowly human beings, how can you occupy such a lush territory, go and die! ”

The ghost roared wildly, and in the next second, he grabbed the bear's head alive and twisted it hard, and this man, who seemed to be Xing Jun's right-hand man, had his head twisted off like this.

He's dead?

With the death of the bear, the Great Realm Gate has once again made matters worse!

…………………………………………

Qiao Yajing cut off the head of a zombie, stepped aside, and looked at the bear that died not far away, her eyes were dilated, and a coldness came from the bottom of her heart.

Today, she experienced a more horrific scene than all the battles she had fought in more than a decade combined.

He's dead?

All dead?

These are all majestic godsenders in the Great Realm Gate, and they all died here so sadly.

……………………………………

Some scattered memories rolled through Qiao Yajing's mind.

The sky was slightly cool, quiet, and the whitening light shone on the earth, as if it was a light veil, and as if it was a layer of thick frost. The quiet night is beautiful, but it also reveals a little bit of bleakness, which makes people feel a little sentimental.

The people who are trapped in the Great Realm of Rebuilding are not steel, and even if everyone's heart is full of energy, they also need to rest in order to replenish their strength as soon as possible.

Qiao Yajing closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep anyway, she likes the growth of strength, although she has to kill a lot of people, and she has to do many things that she would not have thought about before, but it is very fulfilling, this is a process that cannot be described in words, stimulating and painful with a trace of hesitation, of course, just a little.

Dead.

Qiao Ya sat quietly on the ground holding her cheeks with one hand, and fiddling with the decorations hanging on her bare feet with the other, beautiful as flowers, and softly chanting like the warmest light rain in February in the south, this picture makes it impossible to distinguish between reality and dream.

Qiao Yajing is very beautiful, not only because of her delicate face, but also because of the heart watered by blood, she is not the canary in the courtyard of those deep families, nor the patterned civet cat raised by the princes and nobles, compared to those words that represent weakness and coquettishness, she is more like a devouring green snake walking in a mountain alley.

Her name is Qiao Yajing, and she didn't ask for the consent of her family, and it can be said that she doesn't need to ask for any consent. In addition to her father, who was famous in the entire Great Realm, Qiao Yajing vaguely remembered that her biological mother was a docile woman, like a flower, beautiful and comfortable.

The last days are not a good place to raise flowers, when she was very young, her biological mother hanged herself, she may be tired of the life of killing, or maybe she doesn't want to face this hellish every day anymore, she died, died in an autumn, that year, Qiao Yajing was four years old.

Qiao Yajing has no childhood, not even happiness, by her side, in addition to the father who is like a tiger and wolf, there is also a freak brother whose character is a combination of cowardice and tyranny, from a very young age, Qiao Yajing learned to protect herself, whether it is for the former or the latter.

From the hesitation of the first killing and the numbness after the hands were stained with dozens of lives, this flower-like woman gradually grew up under a scene that ordinary girls could not imagine.

The fate of the strong is to die in battle.

With the annihilation of that powerful father by a group of corpses, her life has changed dramatically.

She was beaten, scolded, and even remembered by her own brother, and finally, after accumulating strength for a long time, she finally chose to resist, and she cut her brother into a skeleton with her own hands, and she grew up and started her gorgeous life as an ascetic sacrifice.

She doesn't need sympathy, or affection.

After a long period of depression, Qiao Yajing thought that she had achieved the realm of not being shocked, whether it was killing her brother, or engaging in the profession of the old bustard, which harmed others and benefited herself, she never showed a shocked expression, killing people is nothing more than a knife in her hand and falling to the ground, without adapting to it or overdoing it, it is so simple that she is used to this world where people eat people like drinking water.

It's just that she didn't expect that she would still be shocked, and when he saw Yang Shuo summon such a terrifying demon spirit with an understatement, he was inevitably shocked and incredulous.

It's such a group of terrifying demon spirits, who are willing to follow such a young man, what is it for?

Shifting the target is sometimes so simple, I wanted to explore the reason for the following of the demon spirit, but in the end, I somehow paid attention to Yang Shuo, savored it, and found that this man really has some merits, he is not very old, but he has a group of loyal demon spirits around him, and what is even crazier is that he not only has terrifying monsters such as blue-eyed white dragons and hellhounds, but also a legendary guard.

But the most important thing is what the indifferent man said.

"In the distance, warmer, not only lakes but also rivers, more beautiful scenery and more beautiful clothes, in the distance, there are a hundred times more magnificent scenery and people than here, tell me, have you never thought of leaving here?"

Get out of here?

It's a very touching sentence.

With boredom and resentment here, for this girl who has never felt any family affection since she can remember, some of Yang Shuo's words undoubtedly touched some of the deepest existences in her heart.

Abandon the glory that belongs to the Great Realm Gate? Or even erase your identity because of this? For Qiao Yajing, these are really not very important.

Qiao Yajing has never been indifferent to the lives of her subordinates, pity and kindness are too far away for her, she looked at him with her eyes closed and pondered, remembering the dream that was more distant than pity, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but grin a bitter smile.

Who wants to live in the moment?

But how many people broke free?

The road is too far, how many people are confused?

"Whirring ......"

A burst of dark power pulled Qiao Yajing's thoughts back, and her eyes turned bloody, although there were still countless warriors fighting back......

However, the power of the wraiths is too wild.

The legendary power was full of firepower, and under such power, the iron warrior was killed with one blow, and Xiong, a master who was given a heavy responsibility by Xing Jun, was also twisted and his neck was broken.

"It's over."

Qiao Yajing has always been a pessimist, her face changed slightly, she knew that in this situation, no one in the Great Realm Gate could resist the charge of the ghosts.

"Hahaha, tremble, despair, give as much life and blood as possible!"

The wild laughter of the ghost and the yin owl looked like they were holding the victory, and all along, the many zombies who had killed and attacked had also launched a general attack towards the Great Realm Gate with an unstoppable attitude!

It's over.

At such a close distance, Qiao Yajing even saw the muscles on the ghost's face twitching, and the scars were twisted like centipedes, and she saw all this in despair......

No one can stop such an existence......

Seeing the ghost attacking and killing in full swing, those terrifying arms tore apart countless companions and warriors......

"Xenomorph!"

An earth-shattering roar sounded, and at the same time, a silver dragon-like thunder suddenly descended from the sky, slashing at the ghost's body!!

Reinforcements?!

Qiao Yajing's eyes widened, and in the next second, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and she opened her lips and muttered, "Could it be him......"