Once, I thought that the war was far away from me, just a written description recorded in the history books and a picture of the interpretation broadcast on TV. 【】d7cfd3c4b8f3

As a man, it is inevitable that the blood is boiling, but it is only the blood boiling, and when you really go to see it with your own eyes, you find that behind the suppressed blood, there is a kind of tragedy that belongs to men, and you can better understand what is the place where you can only shed blood and not tears.

Of course, this battle is not only for men, there are also girls among the demon hunters.

When there is really protection in the heart, the power of the girl's explosion should not be underestimated, I have seen a lot of witch hunters like desperate people, among which there are slightly unfamiliar faces, and there are also many familiar faces, such as a girl named Swallow, who is the most talented girl in the demon hunter inheritance today.

Thinking of the previous demon hunter conference, I had a group of geniuses to compete, this girl called Yanzi was not present, and then the demon hunter experienced the ambush and disaster of the demons, she as a most talented girl, under the protection of layers of protection, finally came to Wangxian Village.

The catastrophe of tears and blood has worn away her pride and reminded her of her responsibilities as a demon hunter. She was one of the hardest working people in Wangxian Village, and she had her own ideas, hoping to grow to a level close to me and the Tong Emperor, and one day be able to fulfill her hatred and responsibility as one of the leaders of the demon hunters.

I am noncommittal on this, because it seems to me that a genius without battle is like a fruit without ripeness, and no matter how good its varieties are, it still cannot be eaten.

Now, I look at this figure on the battlefield, the demon who fell beside her, and her eyes I believe that this girl named Swallow will be able to fulfill her dream.

She's doing a good job, especially with the figure in front of her. One of these two people took a fierce route, the kind of demon hunter who rushed ahead, and the other took a strange route, using the family heirloom demon hunter secret method, using every soul power attack to the extreme, if you don't make a move, you will definitely take the life of a demon.

With the person in front of her to cover for her, her set of secret methods is more flexible.

And the person in front of me, looking at her figure, a girl is rarely strong, but it evokes many memories of my childhood.

"Sister Erhua" I muttered softly in my mouth, but when she was fighting in front, she seemed to hear my call, and turned back suddenly, but instead of looking in my direction, her eyes followed the mountain gate courtyard full of people, and fell on the corridor.

My eyes couldn't help but look at Sister Erhua's gaze, which was the former courtyard of Mingyangmen, paved with familiar bluestone, but because it was rarely cared for, occasionally a few places had cracked and weeds. Even in winter, there are no weeds, but they are ugly grinning and faint moss marks.

When I came to Mingyangmen, it was already like this, the three of them were masters and apprentices, life was still difficult, daily practice, and they had to run around for clothing, where did they come from to clean up the courtyard in their memories, here are always yellow curtains flying, that is the drying place of the yellow curtains in the cleaning shop of Brother Zhengchuan and me

It's just that now, in this slightly dilapidated and warm courtyard, there are young demon hunters, and standing are the older and stronger demon hunters who can take them.

These people are more or less wounded, their eyes are full of all kinds of things, the cruelty of the battle, the sacrifice of their comrades, and the life and death that many people experience for the first time are engraved in their eyes. Everyone's emotions are not the same, and the only emotion that is the same is just a kind of insistence with numbness.

It must be persistent, because the demon who is frantically attacking the gap seems to be not afraid of death, and has lost all the physical sensations and emotions that a normal life should have. Some people alone can't plug the gap, and they have to take turns to fight to last longer.

How can you not strengthen the Wangxian Village in the rear is the foundation, and there are still your own relatives and friends, not to mention the original demon hunters in Wangxian Village, even if they are integrated into the secular demon hunters in Wangxian Village, they can't afford to lose. Their secular home has been ruthlessly destroyed by the demon clan, and Wangxian Village has given them the only stability, betting on all hopes.

I know that their perseverance is for this, and for the first time I also felt the bravery of young people. I also understand their numbness, because they lack a little hope in this battle. And I must give them that hope.

The flow of my eyes, to the corridor of the main hall at the back of the courtyard, there are too many innumerable warm memories here, to this day, I seem to be able to see the master lying there lazily, a pot of turbid wine, a plate of soy beans, squinting his eyes, and I also seem to be able to see me and Brother Zhengchuan sitting in front of the corridor, looking at the young man in the sky in the distance.

Master, I have never forgotten you, and I have never forgotten the countless days and nights at the mountain gate, where the three of them depended on each other. Brother Zhengchuan, it seems that he is still the boy who once came out of the painting, with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, wearing a clean white shirt, my heart began to throb, the one sitting in the middle of the corridor, is it still the young brother Zhengchuan who is as plump as jade in my memory

He has lost a lot, his cheeks are slightly sunken, he has always been a little clean, and he doesn't know how many days he hasn't taken care of himself, his long hair has reached the neck socket, a little messy, and the corners of his mouth and lips are full of green stubble. But these are not the key to my heartache, the key is that at this time, sitting in the middle, using the natal array seal, plus a few precious things to press the array, to form a small control formation Brother Zhengchuan, who is concentrating on maintaining the big array, has aged in an instant.

In the past, a small half of the green silk turned into a silk white hair, which was so dazzling mixed with the black hair, and the young plump became a kind of edges and corners that only middle-aged people have.

Because of presiding over the big array at the expense of Shouyuan, this kind of Shouyuan was forcibly stripped off, not the abnormality of normal aging, which made his face pale, and even his lips were so pale that he was about to merge with his face, because he was too naughty and exhausted, and in the paleness, his cheeks were unusually ruddy.

I believe that if it goes on like this, it will take less than a quarter of an hour, because of the exhaustion of mental energy, he will vomit blood, this weakness, plus Shouyuan's peeling, I don't dare to think about it, my clenched fists, knuckles are white, even if there is a wound in the palm, I can't feel the pain, because my heart hurts too much.

Sister Erhua's gaze stayed on Brother Zhengchuan's body for less than a second, and then she turned around and threw herself into the battle with a strange distress and satisfaction, she was already covered in blood, judging from her somewhat hasty steps, she also supported to a certain limit.

My breathing became heavy, and no matter how much I endured, I couldn't keep my complete composure.

There was also a slight moan of suppressed pain in the main hall, it was the more seriously injured demon hunters who had been brought in for simple treatment, and perhaps some of them still needed to stand up and fight.

Such is the cruelty of war.

At this time, the demon hunters in front of them finally reached their limit, and after the other two teams rested, some of the demon hunters went up again.

I saw that the retreating demon hunters were not in a hurry to rest, but at this time they supported the seriously injured of their own team and walked towards the main hall with difficulty, and some of them choked up in depression, not daring to shed a tear, and were very silent and silent to collect the corpses of their sacrificed teammates.

My eyes felt a tingling, and there might have been some strange fights like this, some of them were like savage hand-to-hand combat, some of them had already appeared in pain before they had even made contact, and there were all kinds of strange flickering sparks, scattered ice crystals, and even in this gloomy weather, there were tears that looked weak.

It's not like a fight, it's more like an unspeakable show.

Only cultivators can see the collision of all kinds of surging energy, especially the soul power, and even the naked confrontation of the soul, even the power of hand-to-hand combat is not something ordinary people can imagine, how can the power of the demon be small, think about what kind of power a little cat and dog will burst out

At the front of the confrontation, the green bricks had already broken into pieces, even powder.

It's so dangerous and direct, this is the heroism that belongs to the cultivators, the heroism of the demon hunters.

And among them, the most powerful ones, including the elite I brought to me from the dungeon, are guarding a few places in the big array, and their soul power can support Brother Zhengchuan to some extent, guarding the place where the big array is about to break, just using their own soul power to attract Brother Zhengchuan's soul power.

After all, the formation is the same, the spiritual power and talent are more important, the soul power cannot be as strong as the demon hunter, and the maintenance of the formation requires strong strength, and the soul power can replace a lot of power because it is a human spirit. It's just that it's not as good as the chaotic primordial power of heaven and earth.

Now, it's also very tiring to support, I see that these elite-level demon hunters, who are definitely standing at the top, all show a very painful look.

I have fought many times, and I have been overdrawn to the limit by my soul power, and I understand that the pain from the drying up of the soul has to be squeezed over and over again, and they may not have reached this point, but they are also about to reach the limit.

I silently watched the battlefield, paying attention to every detail, in fact, it was only a minute or two, suppressing myself that it was too painful to stand still, and no one knew the surging fighting spirit, sadness and hatred in my heart at this time.

Also observing the battlefield with me was Tina, but this time she was more eager than me, and her voice came in my ear: "Young Master, why do you have to force yourself so much and not make a move?"

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