Bai Zimo abandoned the more than 300,000 soldiers who had been scattered in his body, only took 600,000 people, immediately pulled out the camp, and forcibly broke through the Red Sun Mountain, the speed of the fire spread extremely fast, just a short time of half a pillar of incense, it burned up the mountain from the mountainside, they rode horses, the sound of horses' hooves was deafening, pouring down from the top of the mountain, the earth seemed to be shaking, like a tide of surging crowds, in the firelight quickly broke through!

Behind him, on the hill shrouded in night, there were creepy screams from time to time, and those warriors who were abandoned by him were all ignited by the fire.

"Bai Zimo, you can't die well!"

"You beast with a beast in the face!"

"Even if you go to hell, I won't let you go!"

......

Everyone wailed and scolded bitterly, thinking that they had followed a good master, but who would have thought that this cruel king would actually regard them as outcasts! When they lost their usefulness, he would abandon them without blinking! He was so ruthless, not only to his enemies, but also to his own people, so cruel that it made people feel cold.

"It's coming. Ling Yuhan stepped on the fire phoenix, standing high in the sky of Hongri Mountain, looking at the mountain from afar, the fire seemed to engulf the entire mountain, and it could be faintly seen that in the fire, there were countless small black dots moving downward, extremely fast, he raised his arm wrapped in the fiery red sleeves, and swiped down in the air!

More than 800 demonic beasts roared in the sky, their huge bodies rushed straight up from the mountainside, their hard skin and flesh were not afraid of the fire at all, and the white tiger soldiers who rushed to the forefront were torn to pieces by the demonic beasts, and they sat down on their horses, and they also became the food in the mouths of the demonic beasts.

The smell of blood spread rapidly in the air, so thick that it was disgusting, Bai Zimo saw that the 200,000 soldiers were surrounded and suppressed by the demonic beasts, and they could not break through, so he immediately ordered: "Keep rushing!"

As long as you can escape from here, the necessary casualties are inevitable.

"Up!" Ling Yuhan personally led an army of 150,000 warriors, like a flood, approaching the white tiger!

"Bai Zimo ......" He jumped down in the air, and the third-order coercion of the Martial God quickly enveloped the entire mountain range, that suffocating terrifying pressure, how many inferior martial artists on the White Tiger's side fell to the ground?

Bai Zimo tightened the reins with one hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at Ling Yuhan, who descended from the sky, like a god, and a scarlet hideous look flashed in his eyes: "Ling Yuhan, the red-clothed messenger of the God King Palace." ”

The two of them hooked their lips and smiled at the same time, disappeared from the same place, and their figures soared straight above the nine clouds, that was the battlefield that belonged to them!

"Kill!" Qiu Lou held a long whip with a hook and thorn in his hand, his blood-boiling little face was red by the firelight, and he took the lead in rushing straight into the White Tiger Army, and everywhere he went, the long whip flew and blood splashed three feet!

Tomorrow night, he pulled out his waist and sharpened the long sword like clay, not to be outdone, and more than 30,000 people from the Heavenly Gate broke into the left side of the white tiger with him, like a tiger in a flock of sheep!

Yun Ruohan held a bone fan in his hand, and a soft sword in the other hand, his figure was like a ghost, sometimes appearing on the left side, sometimes appearing on the right, making the white tiger soldiers dizzy, and the blood was like a fountain in the firelight, spraying outwards desperately, some people were screaming, some people were wailing, and some people were fighting to the death.

This is the battlefield, everyone is red-eyed, and there is only one thought in their hearts, to kill the other party here!

No one wants to die, they all have relatives, they all have parents, and they all have family members who are still waiting for their triumph at home!

"White Tiger people, I am the third prince of the White Tiger. Suddenly, a crisp voice came into the ears of the White Tiger soldiers who had lost their minds, and the movement of waving knives in their hands slammed, the Three Princes of the White Tiger?

Bai Zixu rode a lion eagle, hovering in the sky of Red Sun Mountain, he was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, looking at the tragic battlefield below with tears on his face, and his fighting spirit made his voice sound enough to spread all over the hundred meters: "Stop! This battle is meaningless, don't increase casualties in vain." ”

"Is it really the Third Prince?" someone exclaimed.

"Don't be deceived by him! The third prince is clearly still unconscious, he is just a fake!" someone retorted.

"How could the Third Prince appear here, and even if he really was, what if he really was?" the Xuanwu people would not let us go!" someone roared hoarsely.

"The third prince is helping Xuanwu! He betrayed us! He betrayed us!"

Why......

Bai Zixu's legs were weak, watching the frenzied struggle with Ming Ye and the others below, watching the White Tiger people fall one by one, and looking at their faces full of despair and crazy expressions that were red by the firelight.

The whole person sat on the back of the lion eagle, the wind was howling, and the bleak evening wind blew mercilessly on his thin body.

Two lines of tears fell.

Why! This war is meaningless, why do you still refuse to give up?

Don't die in vain, don't increase the casualties, you still need your family, and there are people waiting for you to go back.

He roared in his heart, shouting, but unfortunately, the sound of swords colliding, the ears blinded by hatred and killing had long been unable to hear his voice, the White Tiger people were killed, even if they died, they had to drag people on their backs! The 600,000 army, against the 150,000 martial artists condensed in the upper Xuanwu, the coercion of the fighting spirit soared straight into the sky, Yun Ruohan and the others were all covered in blood, like a rakshasa crawling out of the abyss of hell! The attack was merciless, their hands were already numb, they only knew how to kill! They wanted to kill these people here!

Above the sky, Ling Yuhan and Bai Zimo held their own hands in the air, the two of them had already passed a hundred moves, Bai Zimo broke through the fifth order of the Martial God! faintly pressed Ling Yuhan's head, under the fiery red robe, the skin and flesh turned out, the fighting qi in the body was chaotic, and he was injured internally.

Even so, Ling Yuhan did not have any timidity on his face, he narrowed a pair of shining peach blossom eyes, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, his figure was wanton and proud, for some reason, at this moment, he actually overlapped with the shadow of Twelve, Bai Zimo sneered, his hands condensed a majestic air current, and swung straight towards Ling Yuhan!

The sound of breaking the sky came from the left, his body was like an afterimage, his speed was too fast for his eyes to keep up, Ling Yuhan could only rely on his intuition, he jumped backwards, his black hair was cut by the sharp palm wind, and his eyes were cold.

"You're no match for me. Bai Zimo smiled coldly, "Call Ruyi! Only she is worthy of fighting me!"

In this world, she is the only one who is his opponent!

It's just her!

Ling Yuhan took a breath slightly, and a thrilling smile slipped from the corner of his mouth: "It's up to you, delusional want to let her make a move?"

Is it worthy?

The three words that were concise and concise made Bai Zimo's heart suddenly angry! He smiled wildly, the abundant fighting qi in his body exploded instantly, and his right hand was held in the air, and a golden bow and arrow appeared in his hand.

"Golden Bow?" Ling Yuhan's face was slightly gloomy.

"Looks like you're still a bit capable of recognizing it. Bai Zimo hooked his lips and smiled, like a poppy, exuding a suffocating and dangerous aura! The index finger hooked the bowstring, and with a slight tug, the golden feather arrow broke through the air and attacked, with a terrifying fighting aura, Ling Yuhan had already prepared, and in an instant, the Xuanyuan Sword slashed down from above, and a sword qi collided with the feather arrow, a huge explosion, and a beam of white light exploded in the two air currents!

The whole sky is as bright as day!

The Thousand Gold Bow is made of cold iron and gold weighing thousands of catties, which is indestructible and can be blessed by the holder!

Although the Xuanyuan Sword was powerful, Bai Zimo's own cultivation was higher than Ling Yuhan's, the golden light broke through the sword qi of the Xuanyuan Sword, and it came quickly, piercing Ling Yuhan's shoulder bone, his face remained unchanged, he jumped up with his sword in his hand, his palm was pushed down in the air, the air began to distort, and an enlarged version of the palm appeared in the sky.

"A thousand Buddhas press the top!" The thin lips opened slightly, and the illusory palm fell suddenly, hitting Bai Zimo's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Bai Zimo hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and was about to fight back, but unexpectedly, the air in the night sky behind him suddenly condensed into the shape of a door, and a big black hand hooked his collar, and Bai Zimo disappeared in Ling Yuhan's field of vision.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, go quickly, the White Tiger is defeated!" Only the last hoarse words spread in the sky.

After Bai Zimo left, Ling Yuhan covered his chest, half-bent down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his shoulders were stained with blood, his ink hair fluttered, and he raised a bewitching smile: "It's really difficult to do now." ”

Ruyi, I'm going to be furious, it's over!

This assault battle ended with an overwhelming victory for Xuanwu, the 600,000 troops of the White Tiger were annihilated, and the war between the two countries ended completely, and the White Tiger Prince Bai Zimo disappeared from the battlefield, like a loser, and fled back to the White Tiger Palace.

The red sun slowly rose from the horizon, Yun Ruohan's limbs were weak, and the whole person fell in a pool of blood, on his side, the corpse mountain and the sea of blood were everywhere, even the air seemed to be covered with the smell of blood, his chest was panting violently, and the three thousand green silks had already been wet with sweat, he laughed at himself, and the fighting energy in his body was close to drying up.

600,000 people, let them slaughter all night, and now, he can't even lift his hands.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Yan led the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and carried the people who had lost their strength on their backs, carrying them, and sending them back to the White Sun City.

Twelve stood alone at the head of the city, covered in frost, and had not closed her eyes all night, and she kept this posture, waiting for them to triumph!

When many black shadows appeared on the bluestone road outside the White Sun City, Yun Ruoshui, who had also been waiting all night beside him, shouted: "They are back." ”

With victory, with a horn of triumph, they returned from a bloody battlefield in a pool of blood.

Yun Ruohan was lying on Li Yan's back, and in his blurred vision, he could only see the black figure standing proudly at the head of the city, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened a reassuring smile, and it was only at this time that he was willing to let his already weak mind fall into darkness.

for he knew that he was at peace, and he did.

Sending victory hands to her and overcoming obstacles for her, he fulfilled the promise he had made for the rest of his life.

150,000 people set out, only 90,000 returned, and more than 60,000 people died tragically, and Xuanwu won a great victory!

Twelve quietly watched everyone return one by one, but he didn't see the red figure, his heart jumped, and his eyebrows wrinkled fiercely.

Ling Yuhan, you'd better not have an accident!

Otherwise, even if I die, I will not forgive you!

The hands were clenched silently, the delicate little face was crawling with frost, the breath was cold, like a killing god, and the awe-inspiring aura spread in the air.

Yun Ruoshui on the side swallowed a few times with difficulty, and when he saw Twelve's terrifying face, his legs were weak with fright.

Sister Ruyi......

It should be the joy of victory, why is her expression so terrifying?