At the top of the tower, which no one paid attention to anymore, the two of them who finally finished the play breathed a long sigh of relief.

In front of them, it was the picture they had envisioned. If it really didn't cost a single soldier, they could consume so many of their troops, although the layout was bumpy, but it was also what they wanted, and everything was worth it.

Fu Yunge was a little excited in his heart. Thinking of the scene of bidding farewell to Oriental poetry at that time, it seems that it was still yesterday. Finally, after some twists and turns, their plan won a big victory.

Wolf Chenyan twisted his neck, he had been pretending to be quite hard just now, and the true qi he had accumulated was exhausted just now. But looking at the chaotic scene below, he also showed a rare stiff smile.

“…… Senior, hard work. Suddenly, Fu Yunge said beside him.

Wolf Chenyan was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head lightly: "...... It's okay. ”

Fu Yunge looked at his side face, and the corners of his mouth curled. If it weren't for the wolf dust, this trip would never have been so smooth. It's just that thinking of Yuan Nan Shuiguo's regret, he still feels a little sorry.

Wolf Chenyan didn't notice Fu Yunge's mood at this time. He silently looked at the crowd below, and then looked into the distance, the sky was as blue as water.

The gentle breeze blew, and his heart was as translucent as exquisite, as if he had only relieved something at this point, and his heart was light and unhindered.

At that time, in front of the flames of the old temple, he still remembered what Fu Yunge had said to him. At the time, he was still confused, but it is only today that he finally understands what he means now.

In the past, he was the Desert Wolf Knife, a lone shadow carrying the hatred of the Heavenly Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. But today, his fading colors have unconsciously covered with new colors.

He is the protagonist of the strategy of "Black Rain Knife Warrior". Eight hundred years ago, he used the wolf path to banish the darkness, and eight hundred years later, this blade is still with him, recasting the glory of the wolf knife.

After taking a few breaths, he felt that his vision was incomparably far away. In the corner of the eye, there are peaks one after another, majestic and magnificent.

Fu Yunge listened to his comfortable breathing and looked sideways in a little surprise. Sure enough, on the faces of the seniors, the depression of the past has gradually dissolved, and in its place, there are shiny pupils.

Feeling the same relief in his heart, Fu Yunge couldn't help but smile, lowered his head and continued to observe the movements of the group of soldiers.

The fight continues, but not enough to have an effect. They'll have to wait a little longer.

The ground was already revealing a bright red that even the yellow sand could not wipe away, like an overturned dye vat.

A piece of counterfeit meteorite iron shows the ugliness of humanity at a glance. Broken through from within so easily, the long-standing foundation of the Shadow Skeleton Camp was destroyed, and he was afraid that he would vomit blood if he saw this scene.

The sound of killing shook the sky, and in the impregnable city, the power known as second to none was already stormy at this moment.

…………

Outside the main city, in the large camp in front of the mountains, the people were ready to go.

A bronze Zen staff standing silently is like a whispering of Fanbei. Inside the open curtain, the hanging lamp warrior monk twisted the Buddha beads in his hands, and his broad face was full of sighing and lamenting the unconscious compassion of the wicked.

Horses neighed outside, and the troops of the camp behind the mountain gathered and dispatched the troops, waiting for the last general attack.

After a while, Gongsun Tan walked into the spacious tent, which was cool and comfortable.

When he was busy working outside, Gongsun Tan was sweating. The moment he came in, the cool air swished, and he couldn't help but smile.

The Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk was good at pushing himself and others, and when he saw that he was covered in dust, he immediately put away his prayer beads and handed him a glass of water.

Gongsun Tan was extremely thirsty, so he took it and drank it all after a few clicks. The cool water rushed to his head, and he felt a burst of refreshment all over his body.

“…… Got it all right? Seeing that he finished drinking the water, the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk groaned for a moment and asked casually.

Gongsun Tan nodded: "The forces of the main battalion have converged, and the general attack will be carried out in a timely manner, and it will have to be led by Master Lao to break the enemy in one fell swoop." ”

The Hanging Lamp Warrior Monk paced slowly, his face solemn. He bowed slightly, but remained silent.

Gongsun Tan was not worried about the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk. The master has such a temperament and compassion, which has been heard of in the past. After all, to cut off the bad karma and save the common people, it is really a last resort.

Seeing that the time was approaching, Gongsun Tan turned around and walked to the tent and looked at the mountains in the distance with his hands.

At this moment, a subordinate ran from a distance. Before he got closer, he was heard shouting: "Report, the men and horses specializing in the two wings of the auxiliary city have also been in place, and Mr. Poinsettia Mei has sent a message to say that he can act at any time." ”

Gongsun Tan heard very clearly, he answered calmly, and his heart also maintained a stable mood.

The sun is hot, and they can't wait.

The noon heat evaporated inextricably among the trees. They only need to wait for the last order, and the multi-party linkage will be able to put an end to this long-standing cancer.

And in the watchtower in the mountains, the long-trapped Zuichen Township, Yue Shenchen and others have also received information in advance, recuperated and prepared to completely break through.

The sunlight outside shines nicely through every window, shimmering brightly. The swirling dust floated slowly, coiling among the broken beams.

Here, they've been here for too long.

Feng Shun helped the drunken dust township and slowly returned from the top of the tower. The decaying wooden steps beneath his feet let out a painful wail, as if they might collapse at any moment.

When they returned to their original floor, passing by a row of bodies covered in a rough yellow cloth, the corners of Drunken Dust's eyes trembled slightly, and the back of his hand suddenly showed green tendons.

Among them are the comrades-in-arms who died here.

There was already a little dust on the yellow cloth, and the drunken dust country stopped here and slowly squatted down.

Seeing this, Feng Shun also lowered his head, and his face showed irrepressible sadness.

Among them, there is their former partner, Liu Qing.

In the previous breakthrough, in order to protect the safety of Zuichen Township, Liu Qingfen did not care about his life and blocked the fatal arrow for Zuichen Township.

They dragged Liu Qing back, and by the time he retreated to the tower, he was already dead. After breathing for a while, he clenched the hand of the drunken dust country tightly, and his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it anymore.

What he wanted to say at the time, Drunken Dust Township didn't know.

Liu Qing thought carefully, he had actually been worried about the fact that Heishui Tianlei was captured and dragged down the alliance leader at that time.

Since then, Drunken Dust can feel his unrelieved guilt. But he didn't expect that this young man would choose to use his death to make up for the regrets that he couldn't change before.

Drunken Dust Township was nervously dull, and it wasn't until Liu Qing died in front of his eyes that he really felt the sadness from his heart.

Liu Qing died for him. With such a hatred, even if he put this bone on his body, he would have to ask for it back from the Nine Thorough Shadows.

Squatting in front of the row of corpses, staring at them for a long time, the drunken dust country got up depressedly and continued to walk down in silence.