The sky brightened at this moment, a brilliant sunset, slowly poking its head out, and at this moment the clouds and mist were gone, leaving only the sun.

The wind is floating, the grass is swaying, behind me, my 3,000 soldiers and horses and Hao Yuming's 200,000 troops are quietly lined up, and a man in a black robe sits tall on horseback, and his body is filled with a cold temperament, as cold as a broken sword.

In front of him, there was a quiet field, the wind blew through the broken hair on his forehead, and a robe danced with the wind, like a winding kite, he said in a deep voice: "Where is Ling Haoxi?" ”

I said leisurely: "Fiction is real, reality is fiction." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and relax. ”

As soon as the words fell, the mountain ......

"Three Thousand Linglong" Chapter 175 The sound of the horn is breaking through Fengcheng is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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