The night is getting thicker, and the cold wind is like a knife. After a day and a night of fierce battles, after blocking the Yue Heng army's charge again and again, assembling and charging again, Ling Haoqian's body was already covered with wounds, and there was a faint trace of fish belly white in the sky, and snowflakes fluttered one after another.

In the mist of the morning light, Ling Haoqian stood on the ruined city tower, the mist made his whole person look a little more handsome, but he could also see from his dim eyes that he was full of panic. This panic was worse than when facing an army of 300,000, for he knew that a day and a night would ......

"Three Thousand Linglong" Chapter 102 The picture of the poor dagger is hitting Han Bosheng in his hand, please wait a moment,

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