When Situ Xueqin arrived at the battlefield, he saw three men fighting against five masters of different races.

The bodies of the three men were shattered, and it could be said that they were pressed and beaten, but the five aliens from the light camp who followed up were not much better, and they were all injured under the desperate efforts of the human race.

The offensive of the Terrans was very ferocious, and it broke out completely without regard for their lives, but instead made the aliens throw into the mouse.

Strong willpower can affect strength. Relying on their strong resilience, the Terrans have always held the line of defense and have not been completely defeated.

But in this way, it is a matter of time before the Terrans die in battle.

"Maniac. A middle-aged birdman gritted his teeth.

At this moment, the body of one of the Terran elders suddenly burst into flames, and his flesh and hair were burning.

The birdmen who saw this scene instantly opened their pupils.

"Crazy?" roared the birdman, "retreat." ”

But the old man didn't give them a chance at all, and the sword light in his hand slashed out a dazzling rainbow, stunning the universe.

The sword light swept over the five birdmen, and finally returned to nothingness, and together with the old man who had just drawn his sword.

The old man died, he burned his flesh and blood, burned his life's cultivation, slashed out the most amazing sword, and fell in the most brilliant light.

"Warriors, warriors are glorious. Old friends, the Terrans rely on you to continue to protect them. After saying this, the old man's body dissipated like dust.

The remaining two, as if they had already prepared in their hearts, Situ Zhuo stepped forward silently, put the remaining legacy into an empty storage ring, and then whispered: "You go first, we are also fast." ”

"Eighth Uncle, Uncle Tian!" Situ Xueqin looked at the two surviving people and muttered softly.

Situ Xueqin was still a step slower, and when she arrived, the old man had already burned his cultivation.

"Oh, Xue Qin, you're here, the pride of my master-apprentice family, how have you gained recently?" Situ Zhuo said with a smile, the sadness just now had been well concealed. Anyway, I will die soon, so watching the death of my friend doesn't seem to matter much.

"Killed more than a dozen aliens. Just killed Smaug. Situ Xueqin said, but there was no joy on his face, he looked at Situ Zhuo and said, "Eighth uncle, why did you come to the starry sky battlefield." ”

Situ Zhuo smiled: "You are the youngest child of our next generation, and Eighth Uncle is proud of you." Your eighth uncle has also lived for 500,000 years, and there is no hope of a breakthrough, do you want me to continue to care for the elderly at home, watching you fight the battlefield. ”

Situ Xueqin gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "But Eighth Uncle, your strength is very dangerous in the current starry sky battlefield. ”

Situ Zhuo's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "It's because it's dangerous, so we came." Xueqin, you are geniuses, you have great potential, and because of this, you can't die. We, the older generation of Immortal Realm martial artists, can't help you much, and our contribution to the human race is limited, what we can do now is to use the cultivation of this life to reduce a few enemies for you, make you a little safer, and let the strength of the alien race drop a little more, and that's enough. ”

"But ......"

"You think our strength is weak and can't play a role, do you?" Situ Xue Zhuo said, then looked into the distance, and said loudly, "What if you can't beat it, burn a lifetime of cultivation, cut out the most powerful sword, and let the alien race accompany me to fall." The strength of the eighth uncle alone is limited, but the elder generation of my human race is not limited to these people. ”

"Yes, the strength of one person is limited, but I, the human race, is not the only one waiting for me to come to the starry sky battlefield. Another old man stepped forward and laughed at Situ Xueqin, "Little girl, cultivate hard, we are of no great use, the only thing we can do now is to fight with the alien race, and the future of the human race will be guarded by you." Old friend, let's go, find a few more aliens to kill. ”

"I'll go with you!" Situ Xueqin said.

Situ Zhuo waved his hand: "Girl, if I am afraid of death, how can I come to this starry sky battlefield, you accompany us, it will only affect your cultivation, if it affects you, then I might as well die." ”

"Little girl, this is our choice. Tian Bodao on the side.

"Eighth Uncle!" Situ Xueqin handed Situ Zhuo two bottles of elixir.

Situ Zhuo glanced at it, then picked up one of the bottles, and said with a smile: "I took the healing pill, the pill to improve my strength, I don't use it, if I can improve, I will improve it a long time ago." Girl, the last time we met, you are so self-sufficient. ”

Situ Zhuo and Tian Bo turned around and left, although their clothes were torn, they became more and more prodigal and unruly.

Situ Xueqin gritted her teeth, trying not to let her tears fall.

This is his eighth uncle, the eighth uncle who has been very good to him since he was a child, may have long felt that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and he spends more time teaching his juniors, Situ Xueqin has been taught by hand many times.

Yesterday's figure is still vivid, but today, I can only watch his bleak back go farther and farther, but he can't do anything.

Stop it? What is the reason to stop it? Dying on the battlefield is the glory of a warrior, and many people who fall into the realm of immortality will take this path and dedicate the last glory to the human race.

And this road is also Situ Zhuo's choice now.

Soon, Situ Xueqin heard the two of them singing debauchery, singing loudly: "The world is out of my generation, and as soon as I enter the rivers and lakes,

In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life.

Lifting a sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock.

Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sigh at the starry sky, a few people back!"

This song is like their life.

In the first two sentences, there is a lot of pride, everyone who has reached the immortal realm is a former genius, and he has the pride of the world in my hands, and this pride has reached its peak after being promoted to the immortal realm.

But as the cultivation of the Immortal Realm slowed down, and even entered a bottleneck, just like the last two sentences, it became negative, lamenting the helplessness of fate.

But when the negative fate cannot be changed, when the strong enemy invades the starry sky, the enthusiasm in their bodies will finally be awakened, the blood will be burned again, and they will take the sword to the starry sky.

Walking up to the stars, looking back at the road behind you, everything will be goodbye forever, and at this time, nothing matters.

At this time, whether it is talent or pride, they only have strong enemies in their eyes, and only the final destination.

Kill the enemy until you die in battle.

"Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sigh at the starry sky, a few people return!" Reading this sentence, Situ Xueqin's tears couldn't help pouring down.

She remembered the ancestral hall at home that was unsightly and could not be stuffed with a spiritual seat.

In the Situ family, there are countless people who have sprinkled blood in the starry sky and died on the battlefield, so many that there are not enough to count.

Not only the Situ family, but every family on the starry sky battlefield is like this.

Endless tombstones, countless spirit cards!

Situ Xueqin wiped away her tears and went in a different direction.

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