Twelve's attacks continued, each blow, with a sky-high killing intent, Zhu Xianjian excitedly chased behind Sima Xiong, the sharp blade cut through the hem of his clothes, cut through the clothes on his arms, green silk poured down from the top of his head, the whole human wolf bèi to the extreme, when the Zhu Xian Sword returned to the hands of Twelve, Sima Xiong had already dried up, his hands supported his knees, he kept panting, his eyes were wet with sweat, and he only stared at Twelve coldly.

He never imagined that one day he would be beaten to such a point by someone he regarded as waste.

Strong!

It's too strong!

so strong that he didn't even have the slightest room for resistance.

Twelve indifferently hooked the corners of his mouth: "Do you know, before I left Xuanwu, I never thought of really killing you. ”

With a chill in her words, she stroked the sharp scabbard of the Zhuxian Sword, and her index finger slid down the two blood-like patterns on the blade.

"It's a pity, today, you will die!" After that, the palm of his hand pushed violently on the hilt of the sword, and the Zhuxian Sword was like a feather arrow off the string, straight towards Sima Xiong, he wanted to dodge, but the oncoming coercion was like a mountain, so that he couldn't move for half a minute, he could only stare wide-eyed, unwilling to watch the black sword gradually approaching!

"No...... Don't ......" At the moment of life and death, he screamed in horror, and the sword of Zhuxian snorted, piercing his dantian, he seemed to hear a clattering sound, the dantian was completely scrapped, and the whole person fell from a high altitude, with a bang, like a meteorite, falling to the center of the battlefield.

The yellow sand was lifted into the sky and danced wildly, the blood pooled under him and slowly swung away, Sima Xiong's limbs twitched, whether it was the White Tiger soldiers or the Xuanwu people around, they all retreated, the scene suddenly became audible, the demonic beasts went crazy, rushed up, sharp claws tore at his body, and soon, the once famous Xuanwu Emperor's relatives were left with only this pool of blood on the ground.

At the time of his death, Sima Xiong had only one thought in his mind.

In the next life, he will definitely stay away from Sima Ruyi, and he will no longer be an enemy of her!

Twelve floated down from the sky, looking coldly at the pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried up, his heart was calm, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, only coldness.

Father-killing!

These two words exploded in everyone's minds, and they looked at the black robe in disbelief, like a girl who killed a god, and only felt that their scalps were numb!

Even her own biological father can be poisoned, and even let him die without a body, how ruthless is her heart?

No one knows, it's just that looking at her cold face and her eyes like stagnant water, everyone is afraid, especially the only 10,000 soldiers of the White Tiger, all of them have weak legs and tremble like persimmons, and they just want to immediately throw away their armor and escape from this hell on earth!

Twelve Senyou's eyes swept over the surrounding crowd one by one, and then, his thin lips opened slightly: "Those who dare to violate the Xuanwu boundary will be immediately killed!"

The Zhuxian Sword burst out with a black light, splitting the sky, forming an enlarged version of the black sword, the sword body covered the sky and the sun, and the entire sky seemed to be covered by the phantom, as if it was a sickle hanging on the necks of all the White Tiger soldiers, as long as she gave an order, they would be separated from each other!

"Don't!"

"Leave me alone!"

"Please spare us. ”

"Spare our lives. ”

......

What is dignity compared to death? They put down their swords and wept tears one by one, hoping only that they could let Twelve spare their lives, and only hoped that they could see the sun the next day again! Wailing, crying, begging for mercy, in an instant, spread throughout the battlefield, many Xuanwu soldiers looked at each other one after another, their eyes flashed with disbelief.

It's not a dream, is it?

Someone stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh fiercely, and then screamed, it hurts, it's not a dream!

"We won?" exclaimed someone uncertainly.

"Win?"

"Win!"

They cried with joy, thinking that it was a desperate madness, but they didn't expect that at the last moment, the peaks turned around, and this qiē was brought by this seemingly petite and weak girl in front of them, and it was she who turned the whole situation around with her own strength! It was she who guarded the territory for Xuanwu!

Sima Ruyi. ”

"Sima Ruyi!"

"Sima Ruyi!"

......

Everyone is chanting the name of Twelve, longing, worshipping, fanatical, they seem to be chanting the faith in their hearts, just because it is her, she is worth it!

The demonic beasts have been prostrate on the ground, anxious 10,000 white tiger soldiers surrounded, a pair of scarlet eyes, a bloody mouth, close at hand, some warriors are afraid of incontinence, some people are even more eager to poke their eyes, they regret, regret to provoke the killing god in front of them! regret listening to Sima Xiong's words, mistakenly thinking that Xuanwu is a country that has long since declined, they want to live! But, will she agree?

The person from the Divine King Hall stood quietly in the center of the crowd with a blood-stained long knife in her hand, respectfully waiting for Twelve's instructions, she pursed her lips tightly, and looked coldly at the group of enemies in front of her who were dancing in the Xuanwu Realm!

"When you slaughtered the people, did you think about today?"

"When you started a war and invaded Xuanwu, did you ever think about today?"

"When you bullied the old and weak women and children, did you ever think that one day, you would be like ants, kneeling down on the land of Xuanwu, kneeling in front of the Xuanwu people, like tiny reptiles, just hoping to exchange for a life?"

Twelve's every sentence is not heavy, or even understated, but that sentence is sharper than any weapon in this world, a pair of bottomless black eyes, faintly looking at this group of soldiers who bullied Xuanwu rivers and mountains and bullied the people of Xuanwu, the corners of his mouth opened a sarcastic smile, "At that time, you never thought that there was today, then, for the sake of those innocent souls who died tragically in your hands, please die obediently." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her left hand lightly, and then swung it down violently, as if everyone could feel the cool breeze as her arm fell.

The scythe hanging from their necks fell from the sky suddenly, and in just a moment, a blinding halo exploded throughout the battlefield, and everyone was forced to close their eyes, the wind in their ears stopped, and the wailing stopped abruptly, and when the light dissipated, they opened their eyes, and their eyes were glazed, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The soldiers who were powerful and powerful, those who were still alive, were now turned into a pool of blood, their limbs were cut off by sharp weapons, their heads were rolling freely, and when they were dying, they didn't even have time to scream, and their facial expressions were still above crying and pleading.

There was silence.

Twelve was slightly startled, "Zhuxian Sword, that move just now ......"

She was having a soul conversation with a certain sword in the spiritual sea, and she never thought that the power of the blow just now would be so strong that she actually killed more than 10,000 people in seconds, and the speed was extremely fast, almost not even a second, but the price of this blow did not seem to be small, twelve smiled bitterly in her heart, feeling that the fighting spirit in her dantian was rapidly reduced to less than one-tenth of the left, the so-called injury to one thousand enemies, and eight hundred self-damage, probably so.

Whether it is the killing move in the Tianao Book or the thunderous offensive of the Zhuxian Sword, the price to be paid is extremely heavy! The fighting spirit of the peak of Wuzun is almost the sum of the ten martial artists and the twelve orders of people, but the Zhu Xian Sword has withdrawn more than half of it in an instant, at this time, the fighting energy in the twelve bodies can only be equal to the storage of the tenth order of the martial artist at most!

"How about it? It's definitely a blessing for you to be able to contract this seat. "Zhu Xianjian was complacent, held in the palm of the palm by the twelve, buzzing and vibrating excitedly, the scabbard was stained with blood, and on the sword body, the two red patterns seemed to have a streamer flashing slightly, as if alive, the fire unicorn was lazily lying on a clean ground on the battlefield, and beside him, hundreds of demonic beasts obediently crawled at his feet, respecting it.

Twelve took a deep breath, ignored a certain sword that was still selling and boasting, took a deep breath, and swept his eyes over the soldiers who were still cheering in unison, their armor had already been stained red with blood, and they were all seriously injured, but they didn't seem to feel pain, and their hearts were extremely excited, and even many people hugged each other, jumping and cheering.

A hearty victory was also the first victory for Xuanwu since the start of the war between Xuanwu and the White Tiger, and they had reason to be happy, everyone who participated in this battle was a hero! A warrior! Not just 121 people, they should all be commended and rewarded.

A smile of excitement bloomed on Li Yan's face, breaking free from the eagle vulture's mouth, his seriously injured body seemed to be injected with endless strength, his pace was steady, he walked to the side of Twelve, looked at her gratefully, and then, lifted the armor, slammed the ground, and knelt on both knees.

The cheers stopped abruptly, and all eyes were on the place.

The old man of the Demon Beast Hall smiled happily, leaning against a third-order white tiger of the fighting beast behind him.

Li Yan took a deep breath, his eyes were burning, his expression was respectful, he knelt straight in a pool of blood, and kowtowed deeply to the twelve, which was the three bows and nine bows that the courtiers of the Xuanwu Kingdom would only do to the king of a country!

She deserves it!

With her own strength, she protects the rivers and mountains of Xuanwu, she is worthy of Li Yan, the commander of the three armies, prostrate and kowtow in front of everyone.

"Thank you. The two words are concise and concise, but with indescribable joy and sorrow, pride and loss, excitement and sadness.

They won, but only a quarter of the 200,000 people remained, and they won, and they won, and they won!

"Thank you!" his voice trembled, his forehead slammed to the ground, his hands clutched the blood-stained sand on the ground, and his voice was almost choked.

Twelve hearts were momentarily moved, and with a wave of his robe, a majestic air flow lifted Li Yan up from the ground, "Clean up the battlefield, all the corpses of the white tiger will be sorted out for me, and the corpses of our soldiers will be sent back to their homeland one by one, so that they can return to their roots! ”

Twelve is not a merciless man, so what if the battle is won? The mountains of corpses and the sea of blood in this place show how tragic this victory is.

Those who were still cheering and cheering, with a look of grief on their faces, lowered their heads one by one, and silently began to sort out the corpses of their companions.

At this moment, their hearts are like a boulder, heavy, even breathing seems to have become heavy, looking at yesterday, the brothers who were still alive in front of their eyes, are now lying in a pool of blood, these resolute soldiers, one by one, their eyes are red, and tears fall silently.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears? It's just that they haven't reached the sad place.

In the air, solemnity and silence slowly spread, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky, sprinkling golden glow.