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And the white-clothed figure with the sword also suffered countless injuries.

Jiuli Iron Cavalry holds a spear in a unified hand, which is convenient for charging into battle, and wears a short knife on the waist, which is suitable for close killing, and in this offensive and defensive battle of three thousand horsemen and one person, whether it is a long-range attack or a close combat, a spear or a knife split, it has been staged countless times in turn.

The man with the sword was strong, stronger than all the heavily armored Jiuli Iron Riders present had imagined.

So much so that when outsiders could directly see the white bones and broken internal organs under his skin, he was still holding the sword that he didn't know how much blood he had drunk, releasing a murderous aura that was not inferior to that of gods and demons.

Before setting off, this group of Jiuli Iron Cavalry had a total of 3,156 people.

Later, after several days of trekking and fighting with various armies on the way, even if they were all brave and attacked by surprise and prepared, the number of casualties still reached more than 100 cavalry, of which 59 were killed on the spot, 47 were seriously wounded and died, and 30 were lightly wounded.

Except for the thirty people who were slightly injured and still followed the large army, the remaining one hundred and six people have been cremated, and the ashes are hidden in wooden boxes, if any of the three thousand iron horsemen can return to the Jiuli headquarters alive, the ashes hidden in the wooden box can be poured on the homeland, but if the whole army is wiped out and no one can return, the contents of the box will have only two endings, one is to soak in the river of blood, and the other is to blow away the wind.

No matter which ending it is, it doesn't look good, and it can't be considered a good ending.

But in troubled times, even if there is no good beginning, how can there be many good endings?

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After all, none of the three thousand iron horsemen were able to return to Jiuli.

In fact, this ending was not so difficult for them to accept, because from the moment they put on their armor and embarked on the journey, they were already ready to die on the battlefield, the difference was only when, where they died, and at whose hands they died.

To be killed by a nobody, even if it is on a famous ancient battlefield, they will feel that it is a great shame, but if they are killed by a general who has been in a hundred battles, even if it is buried on the nameless path, they will feel that it is a great honor.

In reality, however, it was neither a pawn nor a general who killed them, but a swordsman.

So whether they felt shame or glory when they died in battle was not clear even to themselves.

The swordsman's consciousness was also blurred.

The reason why he was able to support himself to break through the last iron armor with a sword blade was not by relying on his vigorous vitality or extraordinary physical strength, but because he used his promise as a shackle, locking his soul and body, making it seriously injured but not separated, and holding on to the end through such alternative but effective methods.

The city wall built with sword qi and sand and stone had long since broken down and collapsed like ruins.

Three thousand iron horsemen sleep here, and it won't be long before they will completely disappear from the world's memory, just like this ruin.

Forgetting, sometimes easy and sometimes difficult, but anyway, it's what people do best.

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When the last Jiuli Iron Cavalry and the war horse were cut in half by a sword, the strength in Qin Cang's body finally reached the limit, and there was no longer a trace left.

The iron bones he possessed seemed to have been pulled away in an instant, leaving only a good-looking but useless skin, which fell to the ground along with the Canglan Sword.

When people are unconscious or simply unconscious, they will always habitually fall backwards, and in this position, the most easily injured is undoubtedly the back of the head, perhaps in the past, the touch and concussion between the ground and the back of the head was just a small injury that was not painful for Qin Cang, but in this state, it can definitely become the last straw that broke Qin Cang's body.

Therefore, at this moment, Qin Cang fell into the situation of life and death again, and the danger was no less than the shattered soul stab that the snow light shadow stabbed into his chest back then.

At that time, he was seriously injured and near death, and there was a long blank in his mind, and there was no time to think and react.

He didn't know how long it took before he saw a figure slowly walk out of the blank world around him.

Like many people, when he was dying, he saw the figure in the deepest part of his memory.

Yin Qingxue, snow light shadow.

It brings him love, but it also brings him hate.

She was the last face he saw before the blank, and the first face he saw after the blank.

And the only one.

After reacting, he laughed at himself many times, until his voice was hoarse, he couldn't say a word, and tears rolled in his eyes, but he couldn't shed a drop.

He later fell into a deep coma.

When he woke up, he didn't see her again, only snow.

A new beginning begins.

It's just that now it seems to have reached another end.

After turning over this end, is there another starting point?

Qin Cang didn't know.

He doesn't want to know now.

He was just looking forward to what he would see when he was dying.

Will you meet her again?

What should you say when you meet her?

What is the meaning of what it says?

It seems that it is better not to say it.

Sure enough, when the figure of Xue Qingying reappeared in Qin Cang's state of mind, the latter was silent and indifferent, but when he passed by her, his heart began to ache faintly, and the arm holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

But after all, he endured this unspeakable pain to others, and drove the last consciousness to move forward in the corridor of his state of mind.

Along the way, he met a lot of people and things.

Wind drunken dust, Duanmu Yuanqing, Gongye Liang, Situ Feng, Mu Xinyu, Dugu Xing, Mu Xuan, Fu Yueling, Liu Sandao, Yu Jingluo, Chu Zhongkuo, Qin Qianjiao, Qin Ao......

A name represents a memory.

There are too many things in his memory, just the twenty years in the Xuan Domain, the degree of twists and turns and complexity exceeds the life of many people, and later, even the fifty years of seeing and hearing in the Gods and Demons Diagram also appeared in his state of mind, like going back in time, all of them are vivid and vivid, even the old Fu Xifeng Changqing, who died of a hidden disease a few years ago, looks so energetic.

It seems that he is the only exception, only he is the heaviest.

He really couldn't take a brisk step, but those people and things flashed like meteors, so he didn't have time to look at them again, and he had already missed them.

He didn't know if his body had fallen, he only knew that his consciousness was running out.

Memories seem to never end, and the road seems to never end.

He went no further, but stood where he was, waiting for the men to come and seek him.

It's just that there hasn't been any movement for a long time.

He thought it was over, so he chose to close his eyes and wait for the last of his consciousness to dissipate.

But just as he was about to close his eyes, a white palm pressed against his shoulder.

It must be a woman's hand, because there has never been a man's hand in this world that has been so warm.

He no longer closed his eyes, but turned to look, and what caught his eye was indeed a graceful woman.

He was no stranger to the woman's appearance, but the more it was, the more incredible he felt.

"Su Yuqin?!"

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