Ten days later, on the outskirts of Chenzhou, the capital of Emperor Dayong, there were blood stains everywhere on the empty grassland, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which went straight to the sky and permeated this world for a long time.

It should have been a good time for birds and flowers, and spring was bright, but now it has become a place of death, with countless corpses piled up in all directions, some killed by a spear, some killed by several arrows, although in the middle of it may be mixed with soldiers in armor, but more are scrawny men wearing only cotton and linen clothes, and even in the middle, there are several children, old women, resentful, but can only die so lonely. Looking at it from afar, it turned into a hellish tragedy.

The bloody wind and rain are just an overnight moment.

This is not a battlefield, but it is a more cruel place than a battlefield, because it is a mixture of sin and death, slaughtering justice and eroding freedom.

At the end of this large corpse, there was a team of majestic people, the leader was not good-looking, but even that smile contained a hint of meanness and viciousness, he condescendingly looked at the only one who was already at the end of the crossbow, dying, and sneered: "Xia Ling, you have nowhere to escape, now that all your henchmen have been killed, if you beg for mercy, Lord Ben may be able to spare your life and be a slave in my Shangguan Sheng's mansion!"

And as far as his eyes could see, it was the center of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, at this moment the man was already covered in blood, but he still held a big knife and refused to fall to the ground, blood beads overflowed along the corners of his lips, and the golden armor was stained red by the wounds cut by a thousand knives, and the jade crown of his hair fell to the ground, soaked in the blood of his relatives, brothers, and comrades. The man who was supposed to be squandering his blood on the battlefield, but at this moment, he smiled desolately, and scolded angrily with his last breath: "Shangguan old thief, you cut my military power, framed me Qingming, slaughtered my relatives, and mutilated my comrades-in-arms. I, Xia Ling, am famous, and I am also forced by you to be here, the way of heaven is unfair, and the faint monarch is in charge, you still want to humiliate me in this way, you are dreaming! Even if I die today, I Xia Ling will never give in!"

Zheng Zheng is arrogant, an iron-blooded man, but in the end he died in the hands of his own people, perhaps, this is fate!

It's really ridiculous, at that time he thought that Yue Xian really did something to make a mess to end up like this, but he never expected that only half a month later, he would repeat the same mistake!

"Xia Ling, I knew this was the case, why did I bother in the first place? I knew that this general was not easy to be, why did you dare to rob the man that my son fancied. Now that you are a rebel party leader, you will die if you die, and the Shangguan family and Dayong will not be ruined because of you alone. Therefore, you are just a grasshopper in the hands of this son, and when this son pinched it, you would be broken!" Brother Gongzi, who was riding on a tall horse, gestured lightly, with a sense of revenge on his face, and then pinched it gently: "However, this son doesn't want you to die yet, come on, catch you alive!"

With his order, the soldiers who were originally besieging but not attacking rushed up all at once, and the person who was already dying suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and threw it again, and received a sword behind him, but he cut off the head of the soldier who attacked him, and he picked it again, as if returning to the light, pulled out the long sword that entered the body abruptly, and shouted, forcing all the dozens of people who came from the siege back half a step.

Xia Ling's long blood-stained hair was scattered on his unclear face, and the long knife in his hand was no longer soaked in the blood of many people, black and red were intertwined, dripping with blood beads, in this cold and silent day, sitting the final blow.

"Shangguan Sheng, your Shangguan clan is prosperous here, but you are also defeated here, today, even if Xia Ling dies, he will never die in the hands of the dog thief!" The proud man laughed wildly, and the weapon in his hand that he didn't know how many people he had killed was raised and wiped towards his neck.

At the end of the road, he Xia Ling's more than 100 people were all killed, and now, without revenge, what is the point of his life?

At that moment, the person who had been watching the show did not wave his hand to stop it, but instead stared at the person who killed himself, as if the person who died in his hands below did not exist.

Life and death, in the blink of an eye.

When Xia Ling's long knife was about to end his life, a dagger suddenly burst into the air, and the silver thread like a flower raining down instantly killed the enemy beside him in an instant.

"Death has always been the act of a coward!"

The cold voice floated by, a sharp black shadow swirled, withdrew the dagger that flashed with cold light, stood in front of the person who was originally bent on death, his eyes swept over the dense corpse, looked at the young child who fell in a pool of blood, looked at the man who was tearful but insisted until the last moment, looked at the old woman who was powerless and held a wooden hairpin tightly even before she died, the bloodthirsty flashes in the original inky black eyes, and the anger from the bottom of her heart instantly filled her heart that had not been moved for a long time, and the resentment and hatred that she couldn't hold back suddenly rose, making her unable to bear it anymore。

Memories seem to go back to when she was eight years old, when she crawled out of the pile of dead people, and woke up with hatred in pools of blood, and now, in this world, there are even more terrible things......

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, the blood flows like a river, and the corpses float for thousands of miles, this is the dog emperor that Yue Xian once loyally to!

If he does not die, how much suffering should this world and this people suffer?

These people, although they didn't all die for her, but they also went to protect the justice in their hearts.

How unfair?

Every time he thought about it, the anger in Jun Yue's heart increased, and the coercion that came in the air like a god of death dissipated in an instant, so that Shangguan Sheng, who suddenly reacted, couldn't help but be a little afraid: "You, who are you? Do you know who is the father of this son? Who is this Dayong in charge?"

"Hmph, Daddy, kill you, your Shangguan Daddy will naturally not be left behind! So, now, you can die with honor!" Jun Yue snorted coldly, completely uncontrollable anger, as if passing through the rain of arrows that fell through the land of no man, his toes lightly, swept over the hundred heads, and the dagger in his hand wiped straight over the neck of the boy who couldn't even catch a blow.

The knife in his hand fell, like a goose leaving a trace, and like a bloodthirsty Shura, Lacrosse wore half a black mask, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was gently hooked, and his backhand was a touch, and he solved the head standing next to him again, and sprinkled a handful of white medicine powder at the frightened but still besieging thousands of soldiers, and knocked down a large piece of the person who stopped in front of her.

Taking advantage of that vacancy, Jun Yue snapped his fingers in a dashing manner, stepped up, from a few people to no one dared to step forward, and the three figures that appeared with Jun Yue were also protected in front of Xia Ling, who was still a little unknown, but before even half an hour, the arrogant Jin Wuwei died hundreds of people.

And LaCrosse, who has always liked to make a big fuss, naturally did not let go of this great opportunity, and the two little black balls suddenly shot, and their figures flashed slightly, passing by in a flash.

A huge roar arose, and even the unlucky ghost in it was blown to pieces, and the ghost cried wolf.

"Demon Law!"

"Youkai!"

Shocked by the power of this man-made unexplainable scene, the people who rushed began to exclaim, squeezing together, and before LaCrosse could make a move, he trampled hundreds of people to death.

The ghostly figure quickly escaped from this heavy siege, and the soldiers who had no leader were also in a mess, and they scattered and fled, and more than 1,000 people of Jin Wuwei, who were originally known as the division of tigers and wolves, lost their commanders for the first time, and for the first time they were beaten by only four people on their own territory.

Jun Yue fell in front of Qin Louyue and Qianji, smiled with a smile in his eyes, and clicked on Xia Ling's big acupoint around his body, which was about to faint, and his brows were slightly frowned.

When she received the news that Xia Ling was killed today, she hurried over, but she never thought that she was still a step too slow, so that it caused such a catastrophe.

The Xia family has now been destroyed, so the 200,000 army bordering Xiyan is bound to get out of control, so even if she becomes the empress, she will be responsible for the disaster on the border.

Although this Xia Ling had always looked down on Yue Xian before, for the sake of him being a man, she couldn't let him die!

"Jun Shao, you killed Shangguan Sheng, you are the son of the powerful Prime Minister Shangguan now, will it bring unnecessary trouble to our trip?" Qin Louyue solved the people at hand, a little worried.

"This kind of scum, kill it, kill it. Don't worry about it, now is not the time to be entangled, go!" Jun Yue waved his hand, put his fingertips on the wrist of the person who had passed out, and said coldly.

"But now that the whole city is under martial law, where should we go?" Qin Louyue followed Junyue all the way to Chenzhou, but couldn't help but have a trace of doubt.

"Qianji, do you know where Ben Shao is going?" Jun Yue glanced coldly at the son who was still dressed in white, and his eyes flashed with an untouchable meaning.

"Yue Fu. Qianji still had doubts about what Jun Yue had just used, but the words in his mouth were not slow, and he spoke.

"It's not either, it's Lan Wangfu. LaJun Yue shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the desolate battlefield, a little unbearable, but there was nothing to change.

"The prince you killed?" Qin Louyue said subconsciously.

"Yes and no, because, he's not dead, but he's going to die soon. Jun Yue glanced at Qianji and tilted his head, "Qianji, this guy, please take him with you." ”

"This ...... I'm afraid it's not right?" Qin Louyue glanced at the white-clothed son of Shengxue, and then glanced at the bloodstained person, smacking his tongue.

"Auki, come on. Qianji didn't seem to care, and suddenly said softly into the air.

A figure swept through the darkness, and the dying man quickly caught up with the pace of the three of them.

The figure dissipated, the blood remained, and the air began to slowly gather the shrill howling birds, circling and swooping.

To people, it is permissible to die,

To the birds, but it is alive.

That's how this world is......