Under the gray sky, this desolate world seems to be filled with a bleak dead air, and in the wind full of indifference and blood, a respite of oppression spreads. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The war of slaughter has come to an end, and the soldiers who have lost their fighting spirit scatter in front of the demonized enemy, and then die one after another on the swords behind their backs.

The soldiers screamed to death, while the gray-faced and snake-eyed enemies slaughtered the remaining fleeing soldiers with cruel and happy smiles.

And in the pool of fine blood formed by the convergence of countless bloods, a blood-stained footstep stretched messily into the distance.

With a painful gasp, the young man dragged a weapon in his hand and ran with a badly wounded middle-aged man on his back, or rather, fled.

Listening to the screams coming from behind, the scaly man gritted his teeth, no longer thinking about the death of his companion, but increasing it.

The suppressed gasp was full of anger and pain, but there was no crying.

For this man named Shima Zuojin, such a shoddy thing can't be done even when he is dying.

On the parched wasteland, he stumbled and ran, carrying the middle-aged man with a staggering face and a pale face.

Drops of blood flowed down from his wounds, or the body of the middle-aged man behind him, drawing an intermittent line of blood on the dry earth.

A hoarse cough came from behind him, a bitter smile appeared on his bearded face, and he muttered to himself hoarsely:

"I didn't expect that I would have such a day...... Left near, throw down my words .... The young man gritted his teeth and sped up, interrupting him with some anger: "Hey, beard, what are you talking about?" After Lord Fuxi gave up his life, just to let you say such things that make me angry. ”

"Hah, too." The man named Zhang Jiao raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky: "If you don't leave me, you will be killed by Dong Zhuo." ”

There was a noisy shouting from behind, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded, making the faces of the two people even worse.

Ignoring Zhang Jiao's words, Zuo Jinyi, Zhang Jiao, who was seriously injured on the 1st, showed a self-deprecating smile: "If Mr. Fuxi knows that the person he gave up his life to protect is actually a villain who abandons his companions, I'm afraid that the spirit of heaven will also curse me, right?" ”

Zuo Jin gasped and continued intermittently: "Bearded, don't you want to see Huang Tianshengshi? Just give up? ”

Zhang Jiao turned his head with difficulty, and his tired eyes saw the billowing smoke from the advance of the army in the distance, and the loss of a large amount of blood made his face more and more pale.

The middle-aged man, who seemed to be dying in the next moment, pinched Zuo Jin's shoulder, and Zuo Jin felt a huge force coming from the body of the man behind him. The cold palm was like an iron hoop, as if to make him completely recognize the reality.

Under the influence of the tragic injury, Zhang Jiao's face looked like an angry lion, but unfortunately Zuo Jin couldn't see his expression, "There's no time, Zuo Jin!" Leave me a rotten guy who should have been buried by the times a long time ago, you shouldn't have died here, if you were killed by Dong Zhuo...... After listening to his words, Zuo Jin laughed disdainfully, ignoring the sound of the horses' hooves approaching quickly: "Dong Zhuo? Even the ghosts and gods you are talking about, I have never been afraid. Bearded, don't underestimate people. ”

Zhang Jiao couldn't see how firm this young man's eyes were, and he coughed hoarsely as if he had lost all his strength, and smiled helplessly: "The last chance was thrown away by you, Zuo Jin, don't regret it." ”

At the sound of his cough, Zuo's staggering running stopped, and he turned around with a cold expression as countless figures in the distance poured towards them.

In the very center of the cavalry, the dark-skinned fat man carried a heavy hammer and smiled with a tyrannical and mocking smile.

Riding on a giant horse with scarlet eyes, he said to the soldiers beside him, "Give the order to those who cut off their heads and sacrifice them to me, and I will reward ten women." ”

The man named Dong Zhuo exuded a tyrannical and sinister aura, and his face full of flesh was covered with patches of blue-gray leather like a snake, and his cold and violent aura made people shudder.

Knowing that there was no hope of escaping, Zuo Jin gasped and stopped, watching as countless demonized snake people approached with a grim smile, and finally surrounded them.

"Bearded, I'm starting to regret it all of a sudden." With a ridiculous smile on his face, Zuo Jin raised his weapon with his arm full of wounds: "If I had known, I would have died there with Lord Fuxi, that heroic posture must be cool, right?" Zhang Jiao's face was pale, but he still didn't have a trace of fear. He is as proud as a lion, refusing to show a trace of weakness even when he is about to die.

With a helpless smile, he leaned against the back of his left near with his scepter full of gaps: "Haha, it's not bad to die here with me...... Accompany me in the prosperous world of Huang Tian. Zhang Jiao licked his dry lips, felt that his mouth was filled with a bitter rust taste, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, there is no wine." ”

Zuo Jin behind him suddenly laughed, smiled without fear, and raised his weapon: "Big beard, I don't know if your Huang Tiansheng will appear, but we will definitely not die here today."

He spat out a bloodshot spat and repeated, "Absolutely." ”

With the shaking of their iron hooves, they were surrounded by snake people with sinister smiles.

Dong Zhuo, who was smiling, rode a giant horse with blood-red eyes, and after the octagonal hammer was on his shoulder, he tilted his head and looked down at Zhang Jiao: "I said how familiar it looks." ”

He laughed maliciously and sarcastically: "It turns out that it is, the great sage and good teacher......"

At the end of his words, he pulled a strange long tune, and could no longer stop the distorted pleasure in his heart, and said to the gray-faced snake soldiers on the left and right: "He looks like a dog." ”

"A mad dog sitting on the funny dream of Huang Yao's prosperous age." He looked down at the angry Zhang Jiao with the corner of his eye, and his smile became more and more playful: "It's a pity that this mad dog is going to die." ”

Zuo Jin's bloody face was full of disdain: "Even if you want to die, it's better than a fat pig like you who surrenders to the enemy for your life." ”

"I don't know you, but I do." He pointed his long knife at Dong Zhuo's face: "Without the 'ghosts', you are nothing." ”

In an instant, the smile on Dong Zhuo's face stiffened, and with a gloomy tone, he clenched the copper hammer in his hand: "Take it, I will let their corpses be nailed to the city wall like that unknown Fuxi." ”

The first to be impatient and indignant was the young man who had never been afraid, with a face close to the left, like a hungry wolf who had been cornered: "You guy, you are actually ......"

Under Dong Zhuo's instructions, the gray-faced soldiers slowly approached with weapons in their hands.

"Huang Tiansheng Shi." Zhang Jiao, who was back to back with Zuo, suddenly let out a low groan, as if reminiscing about something: "For a long time, someone told me this." He remembered the blindfolded young man, and smiled helplessly: "That's a lot of people's dreams, dreams entrusted to me." Holding the Fire Scepter that seemed to be about to break, Zhang Jiao staggered towards Dong Zhuo, and something seemed to be burning in the dim pupils of his pale face: "Their blood, their souls, are all here, how can you understand?" ”

A cold aura enveloped Dong Zhuo's body, and he subconsciously drove the horse backwards, but then he became angry because of his timidity, and he was actually afraid?

Not far away, Zhang Jiao, who seemed to be dying in the next moment, was not afraid of the soldiers who were slowly surging up, and suddenly raised his head, with an angry smile on his pale face: "These things, how can you understand!" ”

"How can such a dream make you blasphemy! Even if I'm dying, it's the same! ”

With a roar, the last flames rose from the Scepter of Fire, and the sinuous flames ignited the hem of his garment, enveloping him in raging flames, and infinite heroic spirits emerged from the fire, and they never stayed away, following Zhang Jiao's side.

The scorching scarlet flames suddenly erupted in his hands, and Zhang Jiao, who was weak as if he was about to die in the next moment, radiated a power that could not be ignored.

Fighting his last will, he endured the pain of torn his body, and the souls of the dead heroes gathered around him because of the dream of the prosperous world of Huang Tian.

The flames overturned the snake man blocking in front of them like a meteorite, and rushed towards Dong Zhuo's position with difficulty but unstoppable!

Zhang Jiao in the flames waved his staff, and let out an angry roar with the last awe-inspiring sound: "Die under Huang Yao's anger!" ”

In an instant, the snake man in front of him was burned into coals of fire by the flames, and in the array of the demonized army, the flames were rushing towards the array of spears like a forest.

Burning the last of his blood, the angry Zhang Jiao stumbled forward, ignoring the massive wound in his chest and the spear that pierced through his body after passing through the flames.

Screaming in pain, he roared forward, the man who had led the Yellow Turbans to be displaced in Middle-earth for years, never to run away from it, to attack his last enemy!

On top of the giant horse that was in terror, Dong Zhuo only had undisguised fear on his face, and shouted: "Release the arrow!" Stop him for me! ”

All the obstacles were ineffective, and the burning Zhang Jiao was advancing with Huang Yao's killing intent, stumbling and bruising all over his body.

The spear that pierced his body was instantly scorched, and after enduring intense pain, Zhang Jiao's footsteps finally came to a halt.

The screaming soldier rushed forward in a frenzy, piercing Zhang Jiao's chest with his spear, and himself was reduced to ashes by the flames.

The stumbling Zhang Jiao was finally encircled in the center of the array, the flames slowly dissipating from his body, and the next moment his arm was pierced by a spear.

Enduring the pain of tearing, he tried to look at his companion behind him, and let out a hoarse roar: "Hurry up! Go 2 nets!

Nearby! Stay alive! With my ridiculous dreams......'" You guy......" Zuo Jin clenched the weapon in his hand, and his body trembled: "Do you want me to leave you alone and escape?" "Such a humble thing, the uncle can't do it!"

With tears in his eyes, Zuo Jin smiled heroically and rushed into the crowd: "Let's go to hell together, bearded!" ”