The iron hooves thundered, and nearly 10,000 iron horsemen lined up in a sharp knife formation, sprinting down along the sand dunes, the horses' hooves rose and fell, and the yellow sand splashed like rain. And in the middle of the charge, nearly 10,000 crossbowmen of the Wind Breaker Battalion jumped onto the dunes, and they bent their bows and arrows, aiming at the target and releasing them fiercely!

Shout!

The rain of arrows came suddenly, and the Cana warriors didn't have time to erect their shields in the charge, and they were instantly killed by cold arrows from the side!

The Cana warriors on the flanks all spotted the Stormbreaker Camp, and they all turned around. And at this time, the iron hoof arrived.

Boom and tremble, the sand trembled, the iron horse suddenly roared down, and the raised steel knife slashed down!

"Kill!"

The cavalry battalion rushed into the enemy position and struck with a sword!

The two sides were in a chaotic battle, the Cana warriors in front were too busy to take care of themselves, and the rear saw that the flanks were blocked, so they all raised their shields and rushed over!

"Here's your chance. Order." Liang Fenghou raised his hand and released it violently, "The Iron Blood Battalion is attacking!"

The sound of drums suddenly shook intensively, and the iron-blooded battalion on the right immediately slaughtered, and they ran wildly with swords and rushed up under the sand dunes!

The commander of the Iron Blood Battalion slashed at the Cana warrior's shield with a steel sword, making a muffled thud. I saw him raise his leg and kick, raise his hand and stab the enemy in the stomach!

"it!" With a hideous face, he raised his knife and slashed, "Kill Lao Tzu!"

The situation on the battlefield changed suddenly, three of the six battalions of Manhongguan came out together, and the trapped camp carried a huge shield to guard the mouth of the Echo Valley, while the Shensha battalion was still waiting for orders behind Liang Fenghou.

There were too many Cana warriors, and even in the face of such a ferocious attack, they still stubbornly resisted and sprinted, and the support manpower in the rear continued to pour into the battlefield.

Ang Qin looked ahead, and immediately rode his horse back into the canyon, surrounded by countless warriors and disappeared.

At this time, most of the samurai who had rushed into the battlefield had been killed or wounded, but they did not look back and allowed themselves to fight frantically.

The Cana commander led the way and led a group of Cana warriors to break through the charge and rush towards the trapped camp, but arrows suddenly shot from above, and they were shot down most of them without noticing.

"Shield!" The Cana Commander raised his shield and shouted, "Defend!"

Dozens of Cana warriors raised their shields to form a shield array, and the scimitars of the warriors slashed at the shields with a dull sound. But the Cana warrior seized the opportunity and suddenly stabbed his short sword through the gap in his shield!

With a few snorts, the warriors fell to the ground and died, and the formation was pushed towards the Valley of Echoes, and in an instant, they were forced to the entrance of the Valley of Echoes.

Seeing that the samurai in front of him were dead, the commander of the trapped camp pushed a huge shield to protect the mouth of the canyon and shouted, "Fight to the death!"

The armorers trapped in the camp beside him shouted in unison, "Don't retreat!"

The arrows above fell like a torrential rain, but the shield arrays erected by the Cana warriors were all safe and sound, and the round shields of the two sides collided with the giant shields, and the competition was a matter of strength.

"Assault!" The cavalry of the cavalry battalion rode their horses and shouted, "Go around the front, don't let those Canadians kill into the valley!"

The cavalry reined in and turned to Echo Valley, but the Cana warriors in the rear flew in with spears, and hundreds of cavalrymen were impaled in the chest and fell off their horses as they galloped.

Liang Fenghou saw that the cavalry camp was bitten by the Canadians, and immediately pulled out his steel knife, he looked around at the horn camp that had been waiting for a long time, and shouted: "Kill with me!"

One person in the horn blowing battalion held the horn high, puffed out his cheeks and blew a long horn, and the sound spread, and the soldiers of the Red Pass on the battlefield gritted their teeth more and more, and stumbled with the enemy.

And the armor of the Horn Blowing Battalion was like a cold knife that suddenly came out of its sheath, and no one could stop it wherever it passed.

Their combat power is extraordinary, they have been baptized by the spirit array of the cave sky, and the elixir of the sea devouring has tempered their physique day and night, and they have exerted extraordinary strength at this moment!

Jiang Baichuan seemed to be in the middle of it, he slashed away with an afterimage, and the four besieging Cana warriors fell to the ground immediately.

He led the armor of the Blowhorn Battalion to launch a fearless charge, tearing a hole in the chaos under the sand dunes, and penetrating deep into the heart of the enemy army to kill all sides!

Before the Cana warriors who were fighting against the trapped camp could come to their senses, they were cut down by the trumpet battalion behind them

Scattered and scattered, Jiang Baichuan led people to block the mouth of the Echo Valley, and there were desert warriors on his side.

The two sides planned to fight, but for a while, they couldn't go up or down, and they stifled the attack of the Canadians!

And at this moment, a shout suddenly came from the top of the valley.

"Back !!"

Ang Qin looked up in disbelief, and heard a deafening shout from above.

"There's a Cana man coming from behind!!

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Angqin's forehead, and he pushed away the crowded crowd and craned his neck to look, waiting to see clearly, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Heads and severed limbs flew above the exit at the back of Echo Valley, and blood was scattered like a mist in the whimpering wind, like a rain of blood.

He watched the terrible rain of blood, and heard a terrified scream in the terrifying rain!

When he looked up, he saw a figure in Cana armor suddenly leap up and cling like a gecko to the sand wall of the canyon.

Ang Qin saw it clearly, it was a person, but the body was flowing with strange black qi and blood light, as if it was wrapped in pitch-black mountain rocks, and people flew down without ghosts and ghosts, and opened their bloody mouths.

Bite down!

"Ah!!h

Several screams broke out in the canyon one after another, and some people couldn't hide their frightened voices and shouted, "It's a Cana man!!

The samurai were nervous and rushed to block the enemy's approach, but their lives were taken the moment they got closer.

They can't stop it!

Ang Qin trembled, the things in his vision seemed to slow down at this moment, countless broken limbs were thrown into the air, and blood was pouring like rain in the sky.

The dark red ghost climbed the sand wall and crawled quickly, and the sand grains were torn off by the sharp hands, and the sand leaped upwards like a very fast and strange afterimage, so that no one could find its trace again.

Ang Qin shook himself in the heavy gasp, he turned his head around to search, but all he saw was rolling sand and stones, and all he heard was a miserable cry.

The dark clouds in the sky were rolling and thundering, and the oppressive rumble gradually spread from afar.

The thunder roared and the screams stopped, and the subtle rustle was the only last sound that could be heard in the entire canyon.

Everyone slowly turned their heads to look up, but they couldn't find the sneaky monster.

Smack.

Frost and rain are falling.

The wind whined.

The canyon was silent for a moment, everyone's chests heaved and gasped, and Ang Qin moved his heels uneasily......

Rumble!

A thunderclap exploded, and everyone was frightened like frightened birds, and they all raised their heads and looked upward.

"Roaring ......"

An eerie roar seemed to spill out of his throat.

Ang Qin looked down sharply!

"Roar!"

Blood is coming!

She had been sitting in the Guanghan Palace all morning.

The haze in the dog days is thick like a fog that can't be opened, and the woman's boudoir is dark and fragrant.

The gauze curtain fluttered lightly, and Jiang Wushuang sat motionless in front of the desk. A large window faces the house, and the cornices outside the house tick from time to time, and raindrops roll and fall.

Jiang Wushuang was like a piece of wood, looking at it blankly.

"Returning to Your Majesty." The old attendant in the corridor bowed his waist on his side, and he said in a soft voice, "Jiang Xiuren has been sitting in the hall for most of the day, and the old slave has been guarding. But it's been so long, and there's been no movement."

Emperor Jingcheng's wide sleeves hung down, and he peeked at Jiang Wushuang through the gap in the window, and asked, "Has she ever asked why she came here?"

When the old servant heard this, he respectfully said, "No." As soon as he finished answering, he rolled up his sleeves and followed Emperor Jingcheng's line of sight to peep over, "It's also very strange to say, the showmen in this draft are all making a fuss in the courtyard. But because of the rumors of the queen's mother, they didn't dare to make a mistake. But there will always be some people who are bold and bold, and always ask the servants below about something." He arched forward with his hands hidden in his sleeves, "But just this Jiang Xiuren, it is not out of the door, and it is very quiet. To me

These slaves and maids are also good-tempered, and they never ask about interesting things in the palace."

Emperor Jingcheng still looked at the person and asked, "In your opinion, how is this person?"

The old servant smiled and said as if to give good news, "Your Majesty, the old slave Guanjiang Xiuren is dignified and delicate, quiet and lovely. It's better than the previous showmen. Quite ......" Z.br>

He paused and didn't continue, but Emperor Jingcheng raised his chin slightly and said, "Speak."

Only then did the old waiter spit out the words that he wanted to say and stopped: "It is quite the virtue of Concubine Chu back then."

Emperor Jing Cheng seemed to freeze when he heard this, he slowly withdrew his peeping gaze, and turned to look at the old servant for a long time without speaking.

The old servant was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and said, "The slave and maid should die."

"Go down." Emperor Jingcheng looked down condescendingly, "Without my order, no one is allowed to approach the Guanghan Palace."

The old waiter groveled and whispered, "Whoa."

Waiting for no one around, Emperor Jingcheng turned to take a step, his steps were very light and did not make a sound.

The road along the promenade was still long, and he walked slowly through the rows of windows, peeking at the graceful and upright figure.

The eaves of the road windows swayed from the line of sight, and this moment was like a dream, evoking the memories of the old days.

The same was true of the elegant flower boat.

The river gently ripples, ripples in the distance, and the drizzle encompasses the vast river.

The plain hand, white as jade, dangled from the eaves of the window, attracting all his attention as a teenager.

The strings are outlined a little, the ancient meaning is gloomy, and the guests are silent from time to time.

He walked further, and she in the shadow of the window seemed to be coming from the past.

Further, she seemed to disappear into the shadow of the window.

She is unpredictable and mysterious.

When he was a teenager, Emperor Jingcheng was aroused, and his steps were a little faster to explore the impulse of the eager longing. He quickened step by step, recovering the shadow from the vanishing window, and also saw the wonderful person full of curiosity.

Joy is unique.

Sitting alone by the window by the railing, the guqin in front of him is rich in strong ink, outlined by long fingers, and the sound of the piano is graceful.

Emperor Jingcheng slowed down and looked up from Le Wushuang's hand.

A white neck, delicate lips, pink cheeks, bright star-like eyes, and elegance against the backdrop of the cloud bun.

He stopped.

Stand in front of the big ship's door.

The seductive eyes looked up, and Emperor Jingcheng forgot to breathe.

"I've seen Your Majesty."

It was as if the ink-colored smoke and rain around Jiangnan contracted and enlarged in an instant, and Emperor Jingcheng saw the person in front of him clearly, and his rapid heartbeat suddenly stagnated.

This is the Guanghan Palace.

This is not Yanzhou.