In terms of the Xiling Temple coalition army, the emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty stayed in Chengjing, and the Southern Jin troops who entered the wasteland were personally led by the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty. But the real strength of the coalition forces was not greatly affected.

There are still many Daomen Keqing forces like the Mochi Garden of the Great River Country who are silent and waiting to go.

Ye Hongyu, the ruling chief priest in the Scarlet God's chariot, has not made a move today - she killed three desolate warrior leaders in the battle a few days ago, showing an extremely terrifying strength realm - you must know that the strength of those desolate warrior leaders is close to the level of the peak of martial arts.

The tall figure of the head of the Xiling Temple has been staying in that huge god, and the iron cavalry of the Tang Empire has not shown all its strength in several charges.

And the patriarch of the desolate tribe will be killed and wounded, the great elder died on the spot, the first master Tang was seriously injured, and more than ten powerful warrior leaders were either injured or killed, at this time, the Xiling Temple coalition still retains such a strong strength, and there are still so many back hands, how can the desolate people not despair?

As the battlefield faded to a close, the drums of the Templar coalition began to beat again, and the army regrouped to prepare for a final assault on the Desolate tribes in the north.

Tens of thousands of desert warriors suffered heavy casualties, because of their strong bodies and wills, most of them were seriously injured, and they had no ability to fight, and the clansmen looked at Tang who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the wasteland battlefield, knowing that the moment of extermination was finally coming, and the hardships and dreams of thousands of years would eventually come to naught.

There was a dead silence in the moor, and then I don't know who led the singing, and the sad ballad drifted in the wind, and the rough song echoed across the moor.

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"It's cool. The ground is also cold, and the goshawk does not dare to look at the northern wilderness. ”

"Atami falls, Atami rises, hunting snow wolves on the shore of Atami. ”

"The snow wolf chases, the snow wolf dies, and the sword is busy looking for deer all day long. ”

"Where you live, where you die, where you can bury your bones. ”

"Takeyama Kuo. Minshan is strong, and Minshan is the true hometown. ”

"Stepping through the vast snow, stepping through thousands of miles of frost, looking south all day long. ”

"Step through the vast snow, step through the frost, and no longer look south. ”

"I'll go first, and you come again. ”

"I'll fight first, and you come again. ”

"I'll die first. You come again. ”

"The return is near, the return is far, and the return is set on. ”

"I'm gone, come quickly. ”

"I have fought, come quickly. ”

"I'm dead, come quickly. ”

"I'm dead, come quickly. ”

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This is the song of the homeland that has been passed down for thousands of years by the desolate tribe. After thousands of years of wind and snow, they finally left the cold region of the Far North, left the Atami and the snowfields, and returned to their homeland. However, what greeted them was not flowers and enthusiasm, but indifferent eyes and bloody battles, and even the tragic situation of the extermination of the race.

In the past, when the deserters sang this song, they would have a tragic feeling, or even just a calm and calm feeling that was strong but not sad, but today tens of thousands of deserted warriors are either dead or wounded, sitting and lying on the bloody field, their voices are hoarse or dumb, and the singing cannot be neat, rising and falling. It looks particularly pathetic, reaching straight to the sky.

Suddenly there was the sound of horses' hooves, and then the sound of wheels, and the sound of the wheels blended into the sad song of the desolate man, and the rhythm of the song was not disturbed—by this time the desolate man's song had no rhythm—but was given a certain rhythm, a rhythm that was calm and steady, and seemed very indifferent.

Clouds covered the sky north of the field, and a black carriage drove slowly under the clouds.

The desolate man looked at the carriage. Supporting each other and standing up with difficulty, whether it is a gray-haired old soldier or a young soldier with a young face with a green face. Whether it was a man in the prime of life with a broken leg and a woman covered in blood, looking at the black carriage, his expression became awe-inspiring and fearful, and then the last hope appeared.

The proud knees fell on the blood-soaked field, and where the black carriage passed, the desolate fell to their knees, prostrated their heads, and some of the badly wounded desolate warriors, once they knelt down, could not get up again, and died.

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Tang knelt on one knee in the middle of the wasteland battlefield, his left knee sank deep into the mud, squeezing out countless black juices, I don't know if it was the milk of the wasteland, or the blood of his fellow tribesmen, he stared silently at the huge god in the distance, looked at the tall figure looming in the building, and slowly breathed his breath.

The desolate man is facing the disaster of extermination, and as the leader of the battle between the demon sect and the desolate people, he is unwilling to accept this fact, at least before he dies, he will make the Xiling Temple pay some extremely painful price.

In the wasteland at this time, the most honorable and most important person to the Central Plains countries was naturally the head of the Xiling Temple in that huge god, and he was the ultimate goal of Tang's life.

At this moment, he heard the singing of the clansmen in the distance behind him, and then he heard the sound of horses' hooves and wheels, and looked back and saw the black carriage.

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The surface of the black carriage was covered with a light layer of frost, and the inside of the carriage was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the talisman fire in the brass basin was frozen by the cold like a ghost fire, which could be extinguished at any time.

The cold aura in Sang Sang's body had already awakened, and now it had finally begun to erupt, but neither she nor Ning Que knew what the imprint of Hades in her body would eventually evolve into.

Ning Que's eyelashes were hung with snow and frost, and the dim sky light that came in from the car window was refracted into colorful light by these snow and frost, and he listened to the deserted man's song floating outside the window, and said, "I'll go first, and you will come again." ”

Sang Sang snorted, pressed his face to his chest, and said, "I'll die first, and you will come later." ”

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I'll die first, and you will come again, or die together." ”

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When they saw the black carriage appear in the wasteland, the Xiling Temple coalition camp suddenly fell silent, and the teams that were assembling became a little chaotic, and those powerhouses with terrifying realms were silent.

Two years ago, the Buddha Guang masterpiece of the Rotten Ke Temple began, and the whole world was chasing and killing the black carriage, including the extremely tragic war in the wasteland these days, all of which were caused by the black carriage, but today the black carriage finally appeared in front of people's eyes, and people felt a little helpless.

No one called the shots. The tall figure on the giant chariot was silent, and the Xiling Temple coalition army almost subconsciously stopped the pace of attack, waiting for the final military order.

The black carriage stopped in front of the desolate man.

There was a soft creak, and the ice and snow on the carriage shook slightly and peeled off.

The car door opened, and Sangsang, who was dressed in a black coat, stepped down.

She looked at the Xiling Temple coalition forces in the south, and took a few steps forward, and with each step, the soles of her feet would freeze where they touched the wasteland ground. A cloud of ice and snow is formed.

It's like walking on a white snow lotus.

Dark clouds covered most of the sky in this wasteland, and more than a dozen black crows kept flying and hovering in the air above Sangsang's head, and the picture was extremely strange.

Looking at this scene, all the people in the Xiling Temple Coalition Army in the south had an extremely strange feeling in their hearts, which was a combination of fear, awe, disgust, and destruction.

In the blood-red god chariot, Ye Hongyu supported his jaw with his hand. Looking at the north quietly, she looked a little tired between her eyebrows, she was not like those ordinary soldiers, she was shocked by the black carriage and the daughter of the Hades to the point of speechlessness, her feelings were complicated, she just felt very puzzled at this time: Where is Ning Que?

Suddenly, her eyes suddenly brightened, and her black hair, like a waterfall, fluttered back sharply, and she did not hesitate to fold her waist with the wild black hair. Falling like a severed tree.

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Ning Que was not by Sangsang's side, nor was he in the carriage of the black carriage.

I don't know when, he has quietly left the carriage, and under the cover of the desolate man's song, he came to the front of the desolate front, and came to the desolate man who knelt on the ground in reverent awe.

When the eyes of the whole world were attracted to Sang Sang, he knelt on the ground on one knee, pulled the string with his right hand, and bent his iron bow sharply, aiming at the direction of the Xiling Temple coalition forces a few miles to the south. The bowstring suddenly loosened.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrows condensed the collective wisdom of the academy and the resources of the entire Tang Empire, and in terms of power alone, it could even be compared to those legendary artifacts of the previous generation.

Yuan Thirteen Arrows can ignore space, no matter how far they fly, there will be no loss of power, so in battle, the farther away from the enemy. The better it is for Ning Que.

Because it is difficult for those enemies to predict the opportunity from his movements and eyes, and give birth to warning signs.

Because of these characteristics, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows are the most suitable weapons for sneak attacks on the battlefield. It can be said that there is no disadvantage, and the only restriction is whether Ning Que can see the target and aim at the target.

At this time, the two armies were separated by several miles, extremely far away, and ordinary feather arrows and flying swords could not pass by, but Ning Que could clearly see all the details of the battle line that stretched for more than twenty miles on the opposite side, and could aim at whoever he wanted to aim.

Boom Boom!

Ning Que knelt on one knee, hiding among the desolate people, moving sideways continuously, shooting five arrows in a row like lightning.

He knew that there were not many opportunities left for him today, and he had to grasp and make the most of this opportunity, which meant that he had to accomplish enough goals in the first arrow attack.

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The first arrow is the most sudden, the most difficult to prevent, the best chance of success, and the target chosen is, of course, the most important person, the one who is most likely to cause a fundamental change in the situation of the battle.

This target is a very good choice, just like Tang decided to burn his last life to kill that person, Ning Que also chose to send the first arrow to the Xiling Temple without hesitation.

As Ning Que expected, the battlefields were far apart, and unlike the battles of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows in the Rotten Ke Temple and Chaoyang City, no one could predict his actions in advance.

At least when the first string reverberated above the wasteland, no one knew that the iron arrow had left the string, and the Yuan Thirteen Arrow ignored space and time, so according to logic, no one could avoid it.

Even if it is the head of the Xiling Temple.

The white turbulence suddenly appeared behind the strings, not yet fully formed, and the black iron arrows had disappeared, and the next moment appeared on the huge god chariot in the south, in the pavilion behind the ten thousand gauze curtains, and shot at the head of the tall figure.

The gauze curtain is ten thousand times to block out the light.

The iron arrow hit the head of the figure, but it seemed to shoot a real shadow, silently passing through, and then the body of the iron arrow appeared, penetrating through countless heavy curtains, and disappeared into the far sky in the south.

The tall figure leaned forward slightly, looking towards the north of the wasteland, and it seemed that it was not harmed, but rather found it interesting, wanting to see what the man who sent the arrow looked like.

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