"General!"

The spirit pigeon landed on Ruofeng's shoulder and whispered into his ear: "General: The strange wind is coming, I am afraid that there will be earth-shattering variables!"

- It's time to come or it's coming!

The grudge 10,000 years ago, the victory or defeat only gave Phantom Dragon City a momentary breather.

After the repair, the Yu clan and the demon clan still refuse to give up after all?

And what he guards is nothing more than that the human race can survive!

The Feather Clan and the Demon Clan were born as natural enemies, and the Terrans had never participated in the battle between them before, so why would they get involved in the war for no reason?

Guardian of the human race, this is the meaning of his life as General Ruofeng!

It's time to ask the Elder for a Guardian Amulet!

He Ruofeng never wanted war, but if war really came, he wouldn't back down!

Thinking of this, General Ruofeng ordered the spirit pigeon to pass the letter to the Phantom Dragon Elder.

He then paced alone through the long courtyard to the back garden.

With a lonely expression, he looked at the camellia in the courtyard.

The colorful camellia flowers open to the sun, and the fragrance of the camellia is fragrant......

When you cry in a long song, you can forget your feelings with a sword.

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A sword forgets the trick, this heart no longer moves, and this fate is full of bells.

The swordsmanship is elegant, and Ling Bo is micro-stepped.

Why is the forgetful —— trapped by love for 10,000 years and cannot be stretched?

Soul chasing trick—— why is the law light and can't catch the soul of Mingxiang?

The sword qi was horizontal—— the man's blood was boiling, and his mood was a little calm.

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When the sword was sheathed, he still sighed inadvertently.

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"Can't you still forget her?" Lin Wan.

She has been looking at the three swordsmanship of Ruofeng Dance for ten thousand years.

"Have you ever loved someone?"

"Hate. "Lin Wan.

"Do you know how you can forget someone?"

"I have a recipe ......"

"No, don't say it. ”

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Ruofeng's deceased wife is the first mage of the human race 10,000 years ago - Mingxiang.

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Tea is fragrant and emerald colored. Hi Camellia. The skin is whiter than snow, the long silver hair is pulled on one side, and a light yellow camellia hairpin is under the bun.

"Husband, I have conceded!"

Mingxiang is happy with Ruofeng's comparison, and Ruofeng is defeated without a trace.

Ruofeng chuckled and picked up Mingxiang: "It's good that Madame is happy!"

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Today, the camellia is still in full bloom every year, and the Yiren have passed the years......

Twilight, twilight, floating like a dream......

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At the end of that great battle, the Feather Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Human Race had exhausted their last forces.

Fight to the death at the last minute......

Ming Xiang, the wife of General Ruofeng, who was already pregnant for six months, proposed to use her last mana to drive the ancient artifact of the human race, "Untied Boat", to launch the final blow.

However, if you don't tie the boat, you need to extinguish the orb that the above cultivator cultivates to worship the "untied boat" orb with blood.

Most of her mana has been consumed, and in order to retreat from the last wave of the Feather Clan, she has used half of the true blood ritual "Shaking Light Sword" in her body to trigger the water system Xuanbing Water Dragon, and at this moment, the power of one person alone cannot drive away the artifact at all.

So he gathered all the other mages who had cultivated above the Silence and gathered around the dragon platform in the center of Phantom Dragon City......

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Blood rituals are not tied to the boat......

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"No!" General Ruofeng stopped.

Mingxiang: "Why not, my generation, in order to take the lead in righteousness, as your wife, I should be the first." ”

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What good boy sheds blood, sweat and tears?

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When General Ruofeng saw his big-bellied wife Mingxiang standing in the middle of the dragon platform......

Crimson blood, dripping ...... Drop by ...... The artifact of the drop is not tied to the boat......

He couldn't control himself anymore......

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I'd rather never be a Terran general, Mingxiang.

General Ruofeng hysterically pulled the reins of the war horse, turned over and rushed out of the city gate, shed tears on the battlefield, fought bravely, and fought for his life......

Earn the crucial spell-casting time for Mingxiang and the other mages.

At the critical moment, the mages lived up to expectations, and the blood ritual "did not tie the boat", and released the ultimate skill of the mages, "Sword Mountain and Fire Sea", and retreated the last Yu clan and demon clan.

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The fragrance of tea also disappeared.

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The fetus in her womb was still alive the moment she closed her eyes.

The elder couldn't bear to let the child go with her mother, so he took out the child and handed it over to Lin Wan, the cousin of General Ruofeng, to raise.

The child was born before term, and seemed to have some strange disease, and fell asleep after feeding every day, and his body did not grow.

It took a hundred years to wake up and start to grow his body.

But in 10,000 years, she grew to the same size as a fifteen-year-old girl of other races.

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The three cultivations of tea perfume, fire and ice, are rare mage geniuses.

At the age of three, he used fire spells to burn ten slices of pork to the ten-year-old General Ruofeng, and since then, the young General Ruofeng has decided not to marry her.

Although it was a very funny beginning, it was a sad ending for the mandarin ducks to be separated.

......

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Mingxiang, I will continue to protect the human race!

Protect what you guard!

Here is your will!

I can feel the glimmer of hope you left behind!

It can ignite me at any time!

What you have exchanged for your life, I will also protect with my life!

"Brother, let's eat pork! It's the meat of Xiaohua Pig, it's delicious!"

General Ruofeng's ears rang with the milky voice of the three-year-old girl who had tied two pigtails a few years ago.

At that moment, it was still a child's fragrance, his eyes were clear, and his eyes were shining, and he hit Ruofeng alive.

"Father, I want to eat Xiaohua pork!" Ruofeng turned around and saw his face carved out of a mold with Mingxiang.

This is him and Mingxiang's daughter Che Ling.

He petted her head dotingly: "Okay, I'll eat Xiaohua pork for dinner today, okay?"

At this time, the spirit pigeon flew again in a hurry.

"General Ruofeng, General...... I'm afraid that the Yujia Forest of the Feather Clan is about to be razed to the ground!"

General Ruofeng was shocked and looked in the direction of Yujia Forest......

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This...... This is...... Demon Flames!

How...... How...... How is it not blue!

Reside...... Actually...... It's actually black!

Oh, my God!

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