The wind howled and swirled in the world, and the rustling sound was incessant, like a man crying bitterly.

The man stood there silently, blood gushing from his neck, and the tip of a jet-black and shiny sword was jerked back, and he fell in response, his eyes bulging wide and terrified.

"The Adversary... Kill... Good fit! Kurosawa swallowed, slurred his words, and vaguely spat out a few words, as if it had taken a great deal of effort.

His eyes closed slightly, and at the last moment, he saw the domineering and arrogant shadow coming towards him in a strange way, and then he completely lost consciousness.

Wei Hou was more seriously injured, he didn't notice the picture of the enemy being killed, but there were a few terrible screams faintly, he thought it was Kurosawa's last counter-kill, and he also smiled bitterly in his heart, and he fell asleep in despair.

In the sky, the remnant sun was like blood, the frightened horse broke away from the reins, and fled frantically on this land, the cold wind blew across the land, facing the sky, and slapped on Lin Zixuan's back, his knees were weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

The increase in strength caused by the dark demon exceeded his maximum load, and his spiritual power was exhausted, his breath was languishing, and he was dying.

But Kurosawa and the others were worse off than him, one burned his own blood spirit, and the other was beaten so that his flesh and blood were blurred.

Lin Zixuan told himself that he couldn't sleep, he tried to keep himself awake, turned out the space pendant from the man, walked up again, and picked up the two spirit level high-level magic weapons as bait, he thought about it, if Kurosawa and Weihou woke up, he would give them to them, thinking of their happy expressions, Lin Zixuan also smiled, smiling so comfortably.

He walked towards Kurosawa and the others, helped them up one by one, wrapped his arms around them, left and right, and walked towards Tianlan City step by step.

Finally, Xu is physical strength was exhausted, Lin Zixuan fell down, leaned on the bodies of Kurosawa and the others, and fell asleep.

Lin Zixuan had a long dream, in which he came to a dark world, no color, no emotion, no aura, everything showed loneliness and desolation, but he saw a sword there, bathed in the light of the golden holy path.

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"Are they back?" Chen Huan stood on the city tower, looking into the distance, very anxious.

Let's not talk about Lin Zixuan, that Kurosawa is his right-hand man, promoted to centurion, it will be sooner or later, his disappearance, how can he not make himself feel anxious?

And Lin Zixuan, the person personally brought by the deputy city lord, a light attribute monk, has an unlimited future, if he is caught and killed by the enemy, he will bear an unimaginable price.

A figure came like a wisp of smoke, standing on his left side, his body was thin, his face was a little sickly, pale, and it felt like a dry piece of wood, and any gust of wind could blow him down.

In his gaze, the same emotions as Chen Huan appeared, anxious.

"Wei Hou didn't come back either." His voice was very faint, like the chirping of mosquitoes, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all.

Chen Huan looked at the man beside him, his eyes were a little more solemn, he didn't dare to underestimate the person next to him, he looked weak on the surface, but in fact, he was a fierce mess, and his confusing body made the enemy have a headache.

Chen Huan didn't speak, Wei Hou and Hei Ze are good comrades-in-arms, the whole army knows that Kurosawa's disappearance is inextricably linked to Wei Hou.

"If you don't see it tomorrow, you and I will go to the enemy camp to find it ourselves." His voice was soft, like a silver needle falling to the ground, without waves.

Chen Huan secretly complained in his heart, how dangerous the enemy camp was, even if it was a powerful commander, he didn't dare to break in rashly, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to nod his head hard.

The man's figure flickered and disappeared, Chen Huan looked at the beautiful red glow scene, and scolded in his heart.

"Kurosawa, Kurosawa! You've made me miserable. ”

Fifty miles away from the boundary between the two armies, a few yellow leaves on the dead trees swayed in the wind, and Lin Zixuan and the three of them leaned on the big brown trunk with a peaceful face.

A breeze blew, and Lin Zixuan suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, the edge was incomparable, flashing with scorching light.

Then, his eyes dimmed again, and he regained his old look, and he looked at the two who had passed out, and his heart welled up with a strong sense of humility.

If he had taken a step earlier, the two of them might not have this situation, he hated that he couldn't make a decision immediately, and when he was trapped, he should have taken a brazen shot.

He looked at the space pendant in his hand, which belonged to the enemy centurion, and there should be the healing elixir he needed.

He let out his thoughts and reached into the pendant, which was not too big or small, except for a brass-colored token engraved with a snow-white full moon and a few bottles of white jade.

It seems that this centurion is also extremely shrewd and did not bring all his belongings with him.

Lin Zixuan took out the jade bottle, pulled out the red scarf, and an emerald green mist gushed out with a strong medicinal fragrance.

Lin Zixuan smeared it on the wounds of the two, and the viscous slurry melted into the flesh and blood, and the flesh sprouted rapidly, and the pus-draining wound immediately scabbed, and the faces of the two also improved slightly.

Looking at the changes between the two, Lin Zixuan suddenly felt that this elixir was extraordinary, and the effect of this medicine was several times stronger than that given by his family.

Lin Zixuan did not be stingy because of this, but instead extracted the pure medicinal qi with the remaining spiritual fire, and was inhaled into his body by the mouth and nose of Kurosawa and the others.

The two did not wake up because of this, Lin Zixuan no longer hesitated, hugged the two, and galloped away.

Outside the city gate, the sentries stationed at the battle post looked at Lin Zixuan's token held high, and the two injured people in their hands also immediately opened the city gate.

They didn't suspect that they were enemy spies, after all, the injuries on those two were real, and what city lord would send a seriously wounded and dying soldier to detect the enemy?

Walking into the city, Lin Zixuan also went straight to the military doctor's office, and after revealing his identity, he handed over the two to them, and under the latter's superb medical skills, the two finally saved their lives, but there was no progress in the recovery of strength.

Lin Zixuan also breathed a sigh of relief, his life was safe, it was his greatest relief, and his strength could still be slowly cultivated back in the future.

Playing with the enemy's centurion token, he gradually came to a white tent, and when he opened the curtain, he saw a sheepskin on a huge long table, on which was densely painted the direction of the route.

Lin Zixuan saw that what was drawn in it was the location of the two cities, and it seemed that this should be a very important combat map.

Behind the long table, there is a short square table of sandalwood, the legs of which are embroidered with gold patterns; Behind the table, a black-haired old man lay leisurely on a rocking chair, looking calm and comfortable.

Lin Zixuan's eyes shrank, and the strength of this old man was a little unfathomable.

When Lin Zixuan put his token and the enemy centurion's token in front of the old man's table.

The old man's eyes suddenly opened, staring at the pale full moon and the yellow gloss on the token, and it was a long time before he spoke.

"Your token shows that you only killed more than forty people, but one of them is an enemy centurion, according to the iron law in the army, kill any centurion of the enemy army, you can directly become a centurion of our army!"