"......" Xia Fan couldn't believe that Yan Chenxin could calculate to such an extent, and in the end, even he himself was in the calculation, Xia Fan couldn't understand what made him sacrifice to such a point, "Why don't you let Yan Chenyin come to fight Xiaojin? Isn't his chance of winning greater? Do you have to fight to this point?"

Yan Chen Xin shook his head lightly and said, "Let me tell you a secret, 'Yan Chen' is a cursed surname, and there can only be one adult man in the clan to live in the world, otherwise he will be cursed by heaven and will be wiped out! And this siege of Beifeng is the condemnation of the heavens to my Yanchen clan, and one of my eldest brother and I will die here...... I don't want my big brother to die!"

"......" Xia Fan sighed bitterly, "Your plot is really bloody, I don't bother to know what your ancestors have done, I only know that if I leave you here, I will definitely not receive a commission, and if I don't talk about it, I will be killed as a deserter by Yinchenyin." ”

“...... Xia Fan. Yan Chenxin screamed hard.

"What's the matter?" Xia Fan replied.

"Do your best to get stronger. "This world is far more cruel than what you see. ”

"......" Xia Fan nodded and said softly, "Ah, I know." ”

“...... Xia Fan ......" Yan Chenxin called softly again.

"Huh?" Xia Fan responded as he struggled forward.

"Help me say I'm sorry to everyone......" Yan Chenxin's weak voice was full of sadness.

"Say it yourself!" Xia Fan snorted, "I don't have the ability to fight back when I get beaten!"

"Huh...... Xia Fan ......" Yan Chenxin smiled hard, and then called out very softly.

"Hmm. Xia Fan unconsciously slowed down, sad in his heart.

“...... Thank you......" Yan Chenxin's voice was almost inaudible......

Xia Fan stopped silently, looking at the mountains of corpses piled up inside and outside the city gate in front of him, feeling the coldness of the dead letter behind him, Xia Fan suddenly felt that death was really the relief of the dead, but it was the burden of the living. How many obsessions for the deceased are carried by everyone who is still alive in the world, and how many obsessions are that cannot be forgotten for a lifetime, and how much each thought weighs? Xia Fan finally realized at this moment that it turned out that every living person could not escape carrying an immeasurable weight until he died.

"Yin Chen Xin, I will climb this mountain again with you!" Xia Fan carried the dead Yan Chen Xin, carrying a long crossbow hanging from the head of a person, and staggered onto the corpse mountain.

Xia Fan looked at the cold corpses under his feet, but he seemed to feel that none of them were strangers, and he muttered as he walked, "I'm sorry everyone, borrow a way, if anyone is not happy, don't squeak, scare Brother Fan or scare your face...... In the next life, I will give birth to a good family, this person is different, like him Yan Chenxin was born superior, not only rich but also handsome, just a few words Everyone is willing to die for him, riding a horse when he comes, riding me when he comes back, where the is this reasonable?...... Everyone, we can be regarded as brothers in life and death, and this trip is only a lone seedling of mine, but we all have to bless my brother and me to live a long life and make a fortune! In the future, I will designate everyone to buy a good cemetery! Yes, just choose a good hill and buy it, and build it all for your eldest brother to build a luxury villa, three floors underground, and burn good cigarettes, good wine, beautiful sports cars in containers, and ensure that you will be 10,000 times more free than when you were alive! Believe me, don't pit ...... you."

Xia Fan stumbled and stumbled exhausted and climbed over the corpse mountain again, never letting go of the dead Yin Chenxin and Xiao Jin's head, just carrying a dead corpse and carrying a human head in the canyon in the middle of the night, that scene was really weird and terrifying. However, Xia Fan did not have the slightest fear in his heart at this time, only worried about the people who were still desperately defending the city in Beifeng Pass, and he had to return to Beifeng Pass as soon as possible and order Dou Yuan's army to retreat with his head.

Xia Fan walked through the canyon with great difficulty, when he saw the gate of Beifeng Pass, it was already dark, Xia Fan walked into the gate of Beifeng Pass, and there were already guards who had been watching to report the situation, only to see Fei Yi, who had been fighting for a long time in ice armor, ran towards Xia Fan in a hurry, and Fei Yi was shocked to see Xia Fan's appearance.

"Xia Fan!" Seeing the head of Xiao Jin Fei Yi in Xia Fan's hand, he couldn't help but look happy, but when he saw Xia Fan carrying the lifeless Yin Chen letter on his back, Fei Yi was suddenly stunned, "Senior Brother Xin, he ......"

Xia Fan didn't speak, put down the letter from his back and handed it to the grief-stricken Feiyi, while he stumbled towards the north gate with his head in front of Xiaojin.

Along the way, Xia Fan didn't meet anyone at all, and everyone fought sleeplessly in the North Gate Tower. The insistence on Beifeng Pass has lasted for a day and a night, fiercely stalemate, and when Xia Fan ascended the North Gate Tower, almost no one noticed Xia Fan's arrival, and everyone was nervously defending and fighting!

Xia Fan walked to the front of the center of the city tower, and looked at the corpses below that were not inferior to those outside Lianfeng Pass, a figure like a blood prison Shura was ruthlessly killing in the crowd, which was terrifying to watch. Xia Fan suddenly realized that he was not only saving Beifeng Pass at this time, but also saving Dou Yuanjun, otherwise continuing would only increase the number of casualties!

Xia Fan stretched out the long crossbow in his hand to the outside of the city, holding Xiao Jin's head high, and shouted hoarsely with all his might, "Xiao Jin's head is here!!Dou Yuan's army quickly retreated!!"

At this time, the soldiers on the city tower found Xia Fan one after another, and the shouts in shock quickly spread and grew, "Xiaojin is here!!Dou Yuan's army is quickly retreating!!Xiaojin is here!!Dou Yuan's army is quickly retreating!...... "The cold voice is getting more and more urgent, louder and louder, and more and more high-pitched!"

Dou Yuanjun's army looked at the top of the Beifeng Pass Tower, only to see a human head hanging high under the morning light, it was really the head of Xiaojin! Dou Yuanjun's army was instantly frightened and desperate, the morale of the whole army collapsed, and no one fought again!

At this time, I only heard a cold voice penetrate the killing field, "Where is my brother's faith?"

Hearing this, Xia Fan couldn't help but tremble in his heart, knowing that it was Yan Chenyin who was asking, Xia Fan looked at the back of the bloody Shura, and a cold fear instantly spread throughout his body, and he couldn't say a word at all.

"......" didn't get an answer, Yan Chenyin had an answer in his heart, and only heard an extremely cold voice come out of Yan Chenyin's mouth, "All the soldiers of the Dou Yuan clan, leave my brother's life to accompany the funeral!"

"!! run away!!" All the Dou Yuan troops immediately threw away their armor and turned around in panic to flee for their lives, tens of thousands of people rushed like crazy, and people ran desperately as they could.

Xia Fan watched the spectacular retreat like the ebb tide on the top of the city tower, but he didn't relax at all, because Xia Fan saw the blood-ghost-like Yin Chenyin carrying the bloody sword and walking endlessly in the direction of Dou Yuanjun's step-by-step......