The flag covers the sky and the sun.

12,000 soldiers rumbled across the yellow sand, and the golden beast statue symbolizing the totem of the Yueshi stood in front of it.

The three of them were out of the army.

The old man held a swarthy axe in each hand, and his wrinkled cheeks were crossed with a scar of a knife.

The man on his side wore a yellow robe, embroidered with yin and yang gossip, and held a mane tail in his left hand to whisk the dust, looking at the fairy wind bones.

The blonde lady who fell behind, petite and exquisite, carrying a heavy sword of dark iron, fell into the yellow sand three feet with each step.

A few wolf flags with the word "moon" in front of the formation were waved in the wind, and Yue Jiuling looked at the three great masters tightly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Although she decided to put all her chips on the table, she preferred to use fewer chips and defeat the mad dog across the table with just three of them.

"Set up camp and march the next day."

Yue Jiuling suddenly ordered.

The generals and staff in the chariot looked at each other, and Yue Yafei explained:

"Grandmother, it's just past noon."

"Say it one last time, it's called Your Excellency!" Yue Jiuling drank coldly, and the wind and sand blew on his cheeks made him look even more old, and said in a deep voice:

"The deity's command is not to be questioned."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Yueya silently left the chariot and arranged for the army to camp on the river beach.

She was keenly aware of her grandmother's mental tension at all times, like a manic lioness, ready to choose someone to devour.

"Your Excellency, the march is slow and food ......is wasted," a military general approached and reminded euphemistically.

This battle was easy, there was no need to carry equipment, let alone a barrier map, and even the combat policy could be omitted.

Not to mention 12,000 elite soldiers, even 12,000 ants and grasshoppers are enough to eat that Han slave.

Yue Jiuling looked at him for a long time, and said indifferently:

"Disturb the morale of the army, ask for it before the battle!"

Before the general could react, the sword light flickered, and the head flew off his neck.

"The deity is a god of seven thousand miles, who dares to disobey?!"

Yue Jiuling glanced at the army fiercely, then pulled down the curtain and closed his eyes in the carriage alone.

The battle was lost, and the consequences were unimaginable.

With a lack of troops to govern seven thousand miles, turmoil is inevitable, and this is only secondary.

The key to that volcano can't hold on!

She shuddered at the thought that the lonely city might be exposed.

"Wan Erlang, one person can drown Han Nu with a mouthful of spittle, and the old body is too anxious." Yue Jiuling murmured.

Before she lifted Gu Chang'an's head with her palm, she couldn't sleep well.

Since taking office, all her energy has been invested in this lonely city, and this time she should reap fruitful fruits, right?

"God help me, the empire is immortal, and the Yue clan is rich and prosperous for all generations."

There was a slight sound of prayer coming from the carriage.

……

A lonely city stood alone in the great wilderness and desert, looking like a light in the night.

Every brick wall had experienced bloodshed and death, but now it was majestic and majestic in the scorching sun.

The sand and dust gradually subsided, and the army could not see the edge at a glance, like a black cloud.

The silence of the four fields was terrifying, and the atmosphere of imminent death was permeated.

The Taoist priest hung in the air, and the dust waved to drive a six-zhang high air wave, and the sound shook the sky:

"Please Gu Chang'an to die."

On the tower of the watchtower, the red-robed man was covered with a dazzling red, as if he had covered his whole life of sins and killing.

Solemn and fiery, it seems that he is about to burn himself, and hold his own funeral in front of the Armies.

"You really look up to me." Gu Chang'an was expressionless, and walked down the wall from the city.

The suffocating silence of the battlefield is often more powerful than any killing.

When a person calmly walks towards the hosts, what a magnificent scene, and the world is silent in an instant.

The Taoist priest looked at the bright red robe, such a firm step, and his fearless figure was not heroic, but just guarding the national belief that was not worth mentioning in the world, but was as important as a thousand pounds.

"Central Plains loses you!" He was moved.

Whether stubborn or foolish, he worships such integrity, because it is the noblest thing of human nature, and it is also the thing he wants to have but is afraid to have.

"There is Chinese blood flowing in the body, and it is destined." Gu Changan was calm, standing motionless beside the blood-colored flag.

Yue Jiuling in the chariot had a strong expression, she couldn't interfere with how the Great Grandmaster looked at Han Nu, but she couldn't tolerate the swaying of her subordinates' hearts!

All of them were dull, and there was a look of adoration in their eyes.

"Array, trumpet!!"

The high-pitched voice of the chariot was heard through the mouths of the guards throughout the battlefield.

The thug shuddered and came back to his senses.

For a moment, they were immersed in the worldly spirit of the man in the lonely city, and they were faintly infected by the spirit of forging ahead in the dark.

Since joining the army, where have you ever seen such a terrifying scene of one person fighting against the army alone?

Sober, the soldier's eyes returned to ruthlessness.

Hannu don't die, they want to die!

The empire is the way of heaven, the spirit of the earth, and the world, and those who see it must surrender.

Otherwise, there will be no mercy!!

In a short moment, the battle towers were built, like an attic on the clouds overlooking the lonely city.

The trumpeters riveted their strength and blew a melody popular in the Empire, and the leaders of the cavalry heard the sound of the horns, tore their throats and sang, their voices frenzied and high-pitched, and they continued to whirl around the battlefield.

The silence was drowned out by the clamor of death, and the roar was filled with a hundred miles.

The Grand Master of the Scar Twin Axes was a typical Holy City fanatic, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted fiercely:

"To refuse to surrender is to destroy the co-prosperity strategy of all races in the Western Regions formulated by the empire, and wantonly slaughter innocent soldiers, your Gu Chang'an's soul is full of sins, and today Lao Tzu is doing the right thing for heaven!"

The twin axes are suspended and rotate like spinning tops, and the qi is poured in, as if they have infinite power.

"What a way to do for heaven." Gu Changan bowed his head and smiled:

"Good head, who's going to cut it off?"

"Punishment!"

The twin axes fell flatly, completely cutting out diametrically opposed waves of north and south, and striking the majestic red robe with a horned momentum.

Gu Changan turned a blind eye, stared at Xuqi and whispered:

"Snatch a hundred swords from you, and cut you off on the head."

Rumble!

In an instant, all the barbarian soldiers holding swords were terrified, and the long swords came out of the box for no reason, suspended in the air, and did not fall.

On the battlefield, there are just a hundred hanging swords, the sword array is majestic, and the sword momentum is mighty.

"Be careful!" The Taoist priest's face was shocked, and he subconsciously turned his eyes to the Scar Martial Master.

"No......" he caught the flow of air, and the dust rushed towards the blonde woman.

The latter, sensing the danger, unsheathed his sword, its blade burning with flames.

Hundred swords handed after sword, like a long snake winding in the air, the first sword wrapped in boundless momentum, falling vertically.

Burst!

Like a needle and thread through a pinhole, before the blonde woman raised her arm to resist, the heavenly spirit cover was pierced, and the whole person was pierced in two, and her full buttocks were really like a peach broken from it.

"Slash!"

While the qi machines running around had not yet collapsed, Gu Chang'an had Tianxian in his mouth, and the hundred swords slammed into the burning heavy sword with the last sword momentum.

Yue Jiuling's limbs were cold, and the split corpse of the woman's great grandmaster was like an awl, piercing into her heart fiercely.

Just dead?

How so......

"Formation back!!" The chariot guard's pupils shrank, and he had to trespass, roaring and giving orders.

The ownerless heavy sword was smashed into the formation by a hundred swords, and it happened to fall into the military array, and the fierce fire oil inside met the flame of the blade and burned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, it was noon, the scorching sun was high in the sky, and it was already extremely hot, and the east wind rose again, and the flames and smoke rushed towards the barbarian army together, and everyone could not open their eyes.

Because he was too panicked, the barbarians danced in the smoke, and the army was in chaos.

"Hannu deserve to die!" Grandmaster Scar witnessed his friend's death, his face contorted, and he drove the twin axes down.

Gu Changan is a life-fighting game.

All the internal power brought by his breakthrough was put into a sword, and today he will blow the death funeral song, and he can kill as many as he wants.

Without the defense of the air shield, the double axes fell as heavily as mountains, slashing at both arms, and Gu Changan's entire body was knocked away.

"Demons!"

The Scar Grandmaster's face was shocked, and his limbs could continue, like a body forged by a 10,000-year-old meteoric iron, and only the sound of bones breaking came from the powerful blow.

Gu Changan fell into the yellow sand, and some bone residues the size of fingernails fell out of two bloody holes in the crook of his arm.

He tried to straighten his body, but it hurt so much just now that he moved his body to the marrow.

Burst!

After crawling a few steps with difficulty, he picked up the blood sword and pierced his shoulder, and the familiar painful pleasure made him slowly get up, and the blood began to spread around.

"Quickly lay the net!"

Yue Jiuling noticed the scarlet sword qi, and roared in the chariot almost like crazy, and the armrests of the chair were smashed.

There was a cry from the battle tower in front of the battle, and the wooden railing was actually entrenched with a colorful pengnia, which spread its wings and soared like a tacit understanding, and the mouth and mesh were confided one after another.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield, and a colorful giant net was shrouded in the sky above the red-robed man, strange and mysterious.

"Good!"

Yue Jiuling shook his fist fiercely, this is the weapon brought by the old horseman of Huyan, the Dapeng raised by the abyss.

On the battlefield of Xishu, the 100,000 reinforcements of Beiliang and Zhao were suppressed by the new weapons of the empire, and the slaughter of Han Nu was like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

The hole cards are out, and the funeral song is sung!

"Shoot the arrows!"

Due to the excitement, Yue Jiuling's face turned red, and his posture returned to his previous intransigence.

As the order was delivered, thousands of strong crossbows were fired in front of the battle, and the thick long arrows sank into the colorful net like a storm, densely gathered and did not fall.

The blood-colored sword qi expanded outward by ninety zhang, Gu Changan looked up at the world of arrows, he knew that he was going to dance with the god of death today.

"Extermination!!"

For the first time guarding the lonely city, Gu Changan roared hysterically, as if he was going to vent the strength of the rest of his life at this moment.

The buried scarlet sword qi gushed out, and the blood-colored space condensed in the sky above the military array, and every wisp of sword qi oozed blood droplets, as if the fierce beast opened its bloody mouth.

The highest capital in the city, Qin Carpenter and a few crippled old people's eyes were moist, they saw the boundless barbarians, and they also heard Chang'an's unwilling roar.

Maybe death is a relief, Chang'an is too bitter.

At the moment when the city was broken, these burdens of them would definitely kill themselves and the country, and they must not fall into the hands of barbarians.

For sixty-two years, no one in the entire army of Anxi has failed Shenzhou Huaxia.

But the nation has failed Chang'an!

Why!

Why don't you give him a glimmer of hope, he was born in despair twenty-two years ago, and he is going to die in despair, how can the huge Shenzhou not give him light.

Even if it's just a little.

On the desert, the blood-colored sword was placed in a huge fan, and the sound of destroying the qi machine was clear and terrifying.

The brute trembled and staggered, but the moment the sword qi hit his body, he let out an earth-shattering howl one after another.

"Mother......

The voice was no longer known as a cry for help, or the crying moans of the hungry ghosts in hell.

Before dying, they may long to return to the place where they were originally born, to return to their mother's womb.

A sound of "Niang" resounded in the sky, and an unrecognizable corpse lay out in front of the formation, and the yellow sand covered with flesh and blood.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

Yue Jiuling's heart was like a knife, and her fear and anger prompted her to repeat these two words constantly.

The Taoist priest's face was pale, this was the most terrifying battle he had ever experienced, and that sword was afraid that it would be imprinted in the depths of his soul forever with Gu Changan.

"Send it away!"

Its dust waved gently, and there was a purple qi lingering, like a small cloud of thunder descending in front of him, pushing out horizontally, wanting to devour the blood-drenched lonely person.

Gu Chang'an's figure did not fall, and the piles of barbarians who died violently gave him vitality again, and the blood sword slashed out obliquely, shaking and destroying the strong.

The moment before touching the purple group qi machine, thousands of arrows from the colorful net cover fell one after another, dozens of nails were nailed to Gu Changan's body, and the rest of them collided with the blood sword.

Rumble!

Purple qi surged in, and Gu Changan's seven orifices were bleeding, not flowing out, but pouring in from the outside.

"Hannu!" The Scar Sect Master swept in an instant, picked up Gu Changan's hair and spun it and fell backwards, smashing into the blood-colored abyss.

The blood sword fell beside him, the peach blossoms bloomed luxuriantly, and the branches were stained with blood.

The air is exhausted, the wind stops.

Gu Changan was full of arrows, staring at the gradually fading colorful mesh in a daze.

So be it.

The noisy and wailing battlefield also slowly quieted down, and the battle formation that stabilized the morale of the army pushed forward.

"Great!!"

Yue Jiuling opened her arms and embraced the scarlet blood mist shrouded in the sky.

A sword cost her three thousand sons, and before the secret weapon was gone, the tough and hateful Hannu finally fell.

It also means that she will eliminate the demons in her heart, defend the dignity of the empire, and eradicate the last ray of spiritual brilliance of Chinese civilization!

"The Divine Continent is in the east, and I can't face the west and die."

Gu Changan tugged at the corners of his bloody mouth, twisted his head with difficulty, and looked at the blurred east with his scattered eyes.

"I'm tired, I tried my best, I didn't do it, I'm sorry."

The excitement and sunshine are leaving him, and the past years of defending the city are emerging in his mind frame by frame.

I never regret it.

It's good to die on the territory of the Central Plains.

The Taoist priest turned his eyes sideways, not even daring to look at the man at the bottom of the abyss.

He saw with his own eyes how powerful a man's spirit can explode, how a lonely man in the dark sheds his last drop of blood.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the Scar Grandmaster was about to throw the double axe, Yue Ya rushed out of the military formation and said loudly:

"On the orders of the Lord, all the sons and daughters of the empire must cut a piece of meat, which is called glory!"

If Zhelansu was present, he would probably be thunderous and dizzy.

He didn't know how many times he instructed the words "one blow to kill", why didn't he carry it out!

But the silver-haired old woman in the chariot was still blinded by the chance of victory.

"Sprinkle salt." Yueya held the reins of the horse, condescending to the abyss.

There is no worse torture in the world than this.

In an instant, the salt grains floating in the sky were like catkins, and countless barbarians threw refined salt into the abyss, almost piling up more than eight feet.

"Hahaha......"

Gu Changan couldn't make a sound anymore, but he was laughing madly in his heart, there were more than a thousand wounds all over his body, when the salt grains were mixed with blood, the capillaries were stagnating, and the seven souls and six spirits were trembling.

It's snowing.

Let the blizzard come more violently, bury my lonely soul, and cleanse the suffering of the nation.

"Cut the meat!"

The cold voice fell, and a thug jumped into the abyss first.

Gu Changan was confused, he couldn't feel the pain of the blade stabbing into his thigh, but he suddenly remembered the young eagle he had seen flying.

As the eagle fell from the top of the mountain, desperate and struggling, and was about to be crushed, it learned to spread its wings and slowly fly to the top of the mountain, and even higher in the sky.

Before you die, there is still room for redemption.

Yes, there is.

The smell of life force awakens a bloodthirsty beast that is dying.

Gu Changan struggled to squirm his five fingers.

This peach tree, he looked at the watchtower a thousand times a day, and he could sense where it was with his consciousness alone.

When his fingers touched the root of the tree, it was a peach blossom cultivated by his own evil spirit, and he rose from the ground at a thought.

Thundered!!

The huge peach trees were uprooted, the stems were blood-colored, and at the moment of the abyssal shock, the brute who was ready to cut the spoils of war was out of his body.

"Hide!" The Taoist priest was shocked and shocked, and in an instant, the dust spread across his chest, and the purple ball of qi covered his heart.

Grandmaster Scar only hesitated for a moment, the lush peach petals all opened, the whole tree came towards him, and the peach blossom sword reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

"No......" The twin axes were wrapped around the branches, and the petals fell around him, and wisps of sword qi cut into his neck.

In fact, Gu Changan also forgot that this peach blossom was a spiritual object of the new world, but he didn't want to close his eyes before he died, so he remembered it.

As the peach petals withered, the branches crossed a round-eyed head.

Gu Changan opened his tired and painful eyes and gently moved his fingers:

"Here comes the sword."

The blood sword leaped in the abyss, and in a moment it fell straight up and pierced through the arm.

The freshly condensed flame was extinguished, like a phoenix in the flames, and the blood mist swirled around the body again.

"Withdraw!" The Taoist priest's scalp exploded, the dust was on the soles of his feet, and the whole popularity machine was surging, galloping high in the sky.

"It's late."

Shot again and again to consume the internal strength of the Taoist priest, and in the face of the reborn blood sword, he couldn't repeat like the man in the abyss.

Qiang!!

The blood-colored sword qi is full of grudges, nothing to do with enmity, just to protect the lonely city.

There was a burning scar on the back of the Taoist priest, the purple qi collapsed in an instant, and the body fell to the ground and burned, and even the white bones were burning after the death of the great grandmaster.

All three were destroyed.

After the graveyard-like silence, there is a boundless fear, like death breaking through the chains of hell and devouring the heavens and the earth step by step.

"I want to die, you won't let me."

Gu Changan really stood up, and the hovering peach blossom tree swept away the fleeing barbarians, and he was like a bloody man who had just emerged from the sea of blood, one blood mark at a time.

Hanging heads on peach blossom trees.

The petals are withered and withered, and each branch holds a head, which is very eerie and terrifying.

"Impossible......"

Yue Jiuling was paralyzed in the chariot, and the scene in front of her made her fall from the top of the clouds into the abyss, and the man who was bleeding was tantamount to an abyss demon.

Obviously dead.

Why not die......

And Yueya, who was in the territory of half a mile, suffered a cardiac arrest, and she clearly felt the blood and qi surging, so hot that it hurt her skin, and even grabbed her soul with fear.

The peach branches continue to add heads, densely like the dark trees of the Huangquan River, and only cross the Nai He Bridge with their heads left.

"What are you running?"

A faint voice came from Yueya's ears, she didn't dare to look back, but her body was lifted with one hand, and her scarlet eyes were close at hand.

The brute is out of control in the connection of despair, death, and fear, and how can he take care of the captured granddaughter.

"What are you running for, I ask?" Gu Changan's blood hair fluttered, he grabbed Yueya's neck in the air, and said calmly:

"The fragrance can't dispel the unpleasant smell of your armpits."

Looking at the angry devil, Yueya was so desperate that she was suffocated, trembling like a little girl and crying:

"You're not human!"

"I'm not a human for a long time, and I'm a ghost with the lonely city for a long time."

Gu Changan lowered his head and bit on her neck, nibbling on a delicate and tender piece of meat, and the woman's delicate face was blurred by the bright blood juice gushing out.

"And the eyes."

Those graceful blue pupils, which were now full of fear, were gouged out deep by two fingers.

"Whoever dares to retreat, there will be no mercy!!"

"Array up to meet the enemy!"

There was a crazy roar from the chariot, and the old witch of the empire, who had gone through dozens of years of wind and rain, found her courage in boundless fear.

As soon as you retreat, it's all over.

There are still more than 7,000 brave soldiers, and they have not yet reached the end of the road.

The sound of drums rumbled and resounded, and the blood mist in the sky converged into a miraculous battle song, grotesque and tragic.

Like a headless fly, the fugitive encounters a ruthless shooter in the direction of the chariot, and dies in front and behind, only to turn around and face the terrifying bloody man.

At this moment, no matter how muddy the brute is, he knows that only by killing Han Nu can he survive, and in the lonely city of thousands of miles, he has never surrendered this option.

They want to fall, will the blood man accept it?

Under such a bloody massacre, in the spread of panic, the barbarians actually maintained order for a short time.

The carved bow was like a full moon, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, and the iron horse rumbled towards the bloody man.

Gu Changan used the fainting woman as a shield, and shot it into a hedgehog with arrows, and the bloody eye sockets without eyeballs were also embedded in sharp arrows.

"Xiao Ya !!"

Watching her granddaughter fall into the bloody sand, Yue Jiuling cried and bit her lips with blood.

There is no one in the world who is indifferent to the death of her grandson, let alone the heir she has carefully cultivated.

But after a spasm of pain, her eyes were hard and fierce, and she waved her arms under the golden statue to cheer up the army.

The head of the peach tree on the left, and the blood-colored sword qi on the right.

Gu Changan walked into the army calmly like this, he hated wound healing, he hated tirelessly killing, he was even afraid of his current self.

But you have to hold this territory.

The scarlet buried sword net shrouded it, and the barbarian army that had gathered only by will was scattered because of the sword qi.

A one-sided massacre.

A lone figure swung his sword numbly and mechanically, the peach blossoms withered, and the branches and thousands of heads turned into powder.

A pair of wriggling half-sections of the desert were filled with red streamers under the blood-red glow, wild and strange.

and the boundless corpses melted into a sea of blood.

And the man, standing in the middle of the sea of blood, maybe there is still blood pouring in, maybe there is no end in sight, but he also wields his sword as usual.

Swing the sword again.

That's all.

The purgatory on earth is no match for a hundred miles of desert, and from the moment the abyss rises up, this spiritual city of the Chinese nation has been defended.

12,000 went out to conquer the army, and the three great masters dispatched by the Holy City dispersed like this.

Yue Jiuling stared at the rolling east wind in a daze, and a bone-chilling coldness instantly permeated her whole body.

Is this the end of it?

Yes, it's all over.

There were less than a thousand lightly armed cavalry left to flee the purgatory slaughterhouse like crazy, and the collapsed Yue Jiuling now had only the last thought left in his head-

Run.

Her death knell has sounded.

But she can't die at the hands of Hannu, she can't die in this imperial cemetery.

For sixty years, she had been a queen and an old witch who had terrified the Empire, and her glorious and glorious life was completely buried in humiliation and nightmares because of a decree of appointment.

The chariot ran so fast that it was half a stick of incense behind, and it overtook the lightly armed cavalry and ran endlessly into the distance.

Gu Changan stood with his sword stationed, looked everywhere with his head down, stepped on the dying barbarian, and turned out several layers of blood-stained banners under the corpse.

He was the only one left in the heavens and the earth, and a large flock of crows and vultures flew in the sky, chirping up and down.

Gu Changan carefully wiped the footprints on the flag, held the pole in his arms, and was silent like a sculpture.

"The glorious Central Plains, the heavens and all the nations."

He shouted softly.

"Huanghuang Central Plains, Heaven and Ten Thousand Kingdoms!"

"Huanghuang Central Plains, Heaven and Ten Thousand Kingdoms!"

"Huanghuang Central Plains, Heaven and Ten Thousand Kingdoms!"

The roars of the old crippled women and children sounded at the head of the city, and they burst into tears, but they were also high-pitched and excited.

In this sea of blood, among more than 10,000 corpses, the lonely city still did not sink.

Carpenter Qin choked up and shouted.

In a place where no one cares about Shenzhou, on the territory of the Western Regions, a twenty-two-year-old man has created a miracle that will go down in history with his own hands.

What no one has ever done in Chinese history, this kid has single-handedly cast the greatest monument in the long river of the Central Plains.

It will definitely not be forgotten, and sooner or later the Central Plains nation will take over the torch he held high.

There is no dark desperate situation than one person alone against ten thousand armies, when the torch is passed into the Central Plains, starting from Chang'an, it will surely welcome the dawn of dawn.

The raised horse rushed out of the city gate, Gu Changan smiled at the city, and wanted to get on the horse but didn't even have the strength.

After the killing state, he was so tired that he could sleep for a few days when he collapsed, Gu Changan tied the noose and drove the horse to drag him away.

The horses galloped, leaving two blood stains in the yellow sand where they passed, and it was about twenty miles before Gu Changan let go of the rope and planted the flag in his arms in the yellow sand.

"Today...... Today, Gu Chang'an comforted the martyrs and showed future generations that he had opened up 20 miles of territory for Shenzhou. ”

His voice grew hoarse, sounding so miserable, as if it came from all directions.

In the open wilderness, Gu Changan was finally able to sleep well, he fell next to Xuqi, and the windy wind and sand quickly buried him.

In the dream, Gu Changan remembered his favorite sentence.

"Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold."

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