Chapter 117 War drums beat, flag dance

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Yin Huai had seen the same brilliance in those eyes, but it was not the same, the last time he saw this brilliance of the same meaning, Xia He had no one else around him, only himself, and at that time, his eyes were not like now and there was only death left, except for the gray silence of death, there was nothing else. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the contrary, it is a kind of feeling that I know that I am about to leave, but I still have a deep attachment, not only the attachment to my own life, but also the attachment to those fetters who are concerned about myself.

Grandma, Abba, Little Pity, and many more.

But now in Xia He's eyes, Yin Huai didn't see those things, only pure death, which also cast a layer of death on his face.

In fact, Yin Huai also gave birth to an inexplicable feeling, and even felt that the dead air was lifeless, Xia He was like a dead thing, without emotion and emotion.

Yin Huai didn't know where this dead silence came from, he didn't know if what he saw was the truth, and he didn't even know what he should do now.

What he did before and what he cut was all based on Xia He being strong enough, or stronger than him, but now this powerful support has exposed his other side.

Yin Huai didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have time to make more moves, and new changes took place around him.

The changes still started from Xia He's body, more precisely, from the black fog that spread from Xia He's body to the surroundings, and those black fogs that seemed to spread around were somehow becoming lighter and lighter, just like the changes in Xia He's body also happened in those black fogs that extended from his body.

The black fog is also fading.

Black, gray, white, no color, just like what Xia He is experiencing.

The black mist is disappearing, but those red flowers are becoming more and more delicate and hot, and those black fogs disappear in the middle of those reds, like a rare spring rain, washing out those red flowers to reveal the iron blood that has not been seen before.

Boom!

A loud bang spread from Fang Ding, the sound echoed throughout the grassland, but none of it reached outside, but the general who was looking at the sea of flowers could only see the red mist covering the grassland fluctuate for a moment, and soon returned to calm.

But in the red mist, where the red flowers bloomed, they couldn't calm down for a long time, because after that sound, there were continuous sounds.

And the sounds grew more and more rapid, like ...... Thunder and thunder war drums played on the battlefield.

War drums beating, battle flag dancing.

War drums, warrior drums.

The drums of war beat and the east wind blows.

The sound of 10,000 drums was heavy in the sky, and the battle flag was stained with blood.

Ten thousand bones withered into ten thousand drums and shocks, and Vientiane Gong came to ten thousand drums.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of war drums, there was also a deep voice, singing a war song with a wonderful rhythm, I don't know where the war song started, I don't know where the war drum was beating.

I only know that the war drums are beating, the war song is sounding, and those lovely but terrible red flowers also begin to sway with the war drums, and dance with the war song.

The sound of the drums was like thunder rolling in the sky, and it lingered for a long time.

The safflower is like a spark bursting out of the clouds, and the fighting spirit is high for a long time.

The safflower is more like a raging flame, but it is not only enthusiasm that is wantonly displayed, but also iron and blood, and more war spirit.

Clusters of red flowers, clusters of flames, clusters of red flowers like flames, are burning war spirits.

Only the war spirit will always be high-spirited, only the war spirit will always be iron-blooded, and only the war spirit will always be stained with red and bathed in blood red forever.

Only a hundred years ago, a bloody storm swept the grassland, only for a hundred years, it has been watered by blood, fertilized by dry bones, and the flowers built with the essence of the unyielding war spirit are red.

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"There used to be a lot of deaths here, a lot of good fighters. ”

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Only a hundred years ago, the weeds here tasted blood.

Only those soldiers under the general who swept through the northern wasteland a hundred years ago will have such a war spirit, and only the flowers raised by those war spirits a hundred years ago will always be so enthusiastic and hot-blooded.

Iron blood is sometimes blood, but when the war drums beat again, only when the war spirit engraved in those red flowers is reawakened, the blood will boil, and what is left after boiling is the smell of rust.

The iron blood is only the Xia family army, and the iron blood is only the northern lang.

The red flowers that accompanied the dance had already woken up, because of the arrival of the only concubine of the Xia family, because of the black fog that he spread, and in the black fog there was a unique but also the spirit that the Xia family had been circulating, that is, those who had awakened the soul of the soldiers who had been sleeping for a hundred years.

Xia He didn't know that the fish that he recognized as the fuse was the passage that connected the hundred years and the present.

A hundred years ago, General Xia fled north because of that fish, and now a hundred years later, the fish is still there, still waiting for the person who should come back, but it did not wait for the general a hundred years ago, but waited for a young man who was very similar to the general.

So it will be excited, so the ten thousand flowers in full bloom at this year's Flower Sea Banquet are only red, so the owner of the Hua family who imprisoned the one-eyed anchovy knew about the arrival of someone from the Xia family, because only the real concubine of the Xia family would attract the joy of the one-eyed anchovy.

Xia He is a genius, but he is not an omniscient god, and even those who are called gods cannot know everything about the world, so Xia He doesn't know that it is precisely because of his arrival that there will be this flower feast that is even beyond the expectations of the owner of the flower family, and even the one-eyed fish will be truly born. Or rather, rebirth.

If Xia He knew that he had inadvertently affected so many things, he would have boasted a few words proudly, but now Xia He didn't even have the strength to brag, and even his body was almost about to dissipate.

Xia He's eyes were only lifeless and looked at the red flower sluggishly, those enthusiastic red flowers did not bring him any vitality, but they were still overdrawing his remaining life.

The red flowers that devoured Xia He's life were already full of vitality along with the war drums, in stark contrast to the unconscious Xia He.

Not only that, but those red flowers are accompanied by the sound of drums that are getting faster and faster, and there is something faintly pregnant.

The flowers condensed by the war spirit can also give birth to a new war spirit, and in the depths of the stamens of the red flowers, the places where those stamens tremble, and the places where the sound of war drums really reminds of countless villains appear.

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