Tongues of fire danced wildly in the silver mask and black eyes, like lightning in the summer rain.

It's the cold winter season, the snow flakes are falling, and it's not Chang'an City, where the vitality of heaven and earth is shaking, naturally there is no lightning, it is a real flame.

The snow-covered fields and the beautiful and quiet villages on the banks of the official road were supposed to be extremely beautiful pictures, but they were burned by fierce flames and suddenly turned into a charred and desolate wasteland.

Prince Longqing quietly looked at the picture in front of him, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see any excitement, only the hand holding the reins revealed his true feelings at this time.

After leading the Eastern Barbarian Cavalry into the Tang Realm, he only ordered his subordinates to set two fires, one far away in the eastern frontier, and the other in the village at this time.

He took 2,000 of the most elite cavalry subordinates, and did not hesitate to attack Chang'an at the cost of the unwillingness of the Junzi Kingdom in Chapter 175 of the fourth volume of the curtain year, and neither the volunteers of the Tang State nor the cavalry of the difficult cavalry battalion could catch up with him.

It's already very close to Chang'an City.

When he lost to Ning Que in the academy's mountaineering test, he took this path when he left Chang'an with the Xiling Temple mission and the apologetic cavalry.

On the official road of that year, he remembered the pictures he saw back then, recalled the feelings of those years, and then remembered again the grand wishes he had made back then.

"I want to tear down all these ugly Tang people's dwellings, eradicate all the rape flowers in the fields, and then burn them all with one fire, burn away all the sins and filth, and let the world here be only a piece of light. ”

He was about to return to Chang'an City, which had left him endless humiliation and pain and changed his life in a sense, and his cultivation realm and strength were far greater than back then. But his eyes were no longer pure light.

In the fields beside the road, rape flowers have not yet grown, and the houses painted by the farmers of the Tang Kingdom are still as beautiful or ugly as they were back then, so let's burn them all down in one go.

By the way, tell the people in Chang'an City, I'm here...... The snow is falling in Chang'an City. It was raining in the north of the mountain, but it was the same cold as the unwillingness of the Junzi Kingdom in the one hundred and seventy-fifth chapter of the year of the fourth volume, and the rain soaked the armor and leather jacket. It seeps into the cotton clothes and reaches the body, making it even more unbearable.

In the cold rain. The entire Zhennan army was marching northward, and the mountains and forests of Kushan were full of Tang army's figures, densely packed, like leaves that had fallen in the forest for thousands of years.

The march was very hard, the bitter cold weather and rain, the rotting leaves and the trampled and messy mountain roads were all their enemies, and many people had fallen behind along the way.

Many more are moving on, even if they are pale. Physically and mentally exhausted, he still gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and crawled among the muddy mountains with the people in front of him.

Only by gritting your teeth can you continue to support, and only silence can save the last trace of your body. Only with their heads down, tired people can see clearly where the direction of the march is.

More than 100,000 Tang troops walked in the mountains and fields, but they didn't make much sound, only the crackling sound of military boots stepping on the soil, and occasionally the sound of heavy objects falling.

This silence is heart-palpitating, and it is what scares their enemies the most.

From the generals of the Tang Army to ordinary soldiers, they all firmly believed. Even if the Xiling Temple coalition army is really a rumored million-strong army, as long as they can arrive, they will definitely be able to stop each other.

They were going to rush to the north of Qingxia, and the Xiling Temple coalition army didn't have much time left for them, they didn't have time to sleep, they didn't have time to eat hot meals, they spent all their time on the road.

They walk during the day, they walk at night, they walk in the snow, they walk in the rain, they venture into the miasma-filled jungle in search of shortcuts, they walk on the road all the time.

However, the road was too far after all, and the Zhennan army tried their best, and at this time there was still some distance from Qingxia North, and a few days had passed before the arrival date required by the military headquarters.

It stands to reason that Qingxia should have been lost, and there is no point in the Zhennan army rushing over again, but it is dangerous, and the most important thing they should do at this time is to investigate the enemy's situation, and then retreat to wait for reinforcements.

However, the Zhen army was still desperately hurrying, because they had not received a new military order, and their task was still to rush to Qingxia and defend on the spot, because they almost blindly believed in the abilities of the gentlemen of the academy.

Because they are not reconciled...... On the other side of the mountain, the clouds are thin and the rain is thin.

The rain poured down on the calm field, instantly absorbed by the soil, and it was impossible to wash away the blood stains accumulated in the past seven days, but only added a little dampness.

The ground in front of the Qingxia Gorge was relatively hard because it had been crushed by the Heaven and Earth Vitality of the peerless powerhouses for three consecutive battles, and the rain seeped relatively slowly, accumulating in the messy horseshoe prints.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance to the south of the field, and the earth began to shake, and the shallow water in the hoof prints began to shake.

"The trebuchet of the Southern Jin Dynasty has finally arrived. ”

The sixth senior brother looked at the things that appeared in the distance, and felt the vibration coming from the soles of his feet. His body was like a body made of pig iron, with countless blood marks on it, and deep marks were cut out on the hammer.

The fourth senior brother sat under the iron canopy, holding the river and mountain plate, and struggled with the void sword left by the Guan Lord a few days ago, except for him, the rest of the academy disciples were already seriously injured.

There was a flower in the king's sideburns, and the blood was already black.

Simon was not confused by the blood on his front placket, and his face was as pale as paper.

Beigong Weiyang's hands landed on the mottled bloodstained qin, twitching like a bird's claws.

Jun Mo changed into a new clothes, plain and bloodless, the sleeve on the left side was blowing in the cold wind, bearing the light rain falling from the sky, bowing his head, very tired.

He looked at the water in the hoof prints in front of him and was silent.

There were stumps and corpses everywhere in front of Qingxia, only his body was relatively empty.

After Liu Bai retreated, there was another series of battles in front of Qingxia, and every time the temple coalition army was about to devour these academy disciples, there was always the sound of sword light and piano in a pool of blood.

Ye Hongyu stood in the distance opposite, and the ruling robe was stained with blood.

Seven days later, she finally saw the dawn of victory.

After all, the academy is not Haotian, and it cannot be omnipotent.

Jun Mo slowly bowed down and picked up the high crown that fell on the ground.

Since he lost the championship with Liu Bai, he has not paid attention to it because he has no time.

The crown was stained with blood and ashes.

He frowned slowly, trying to brush off the blood and ash.

But he held the crown in his right hand and lost his left hand.

Mu Yu walked up to him, took the crown hat, and wiped it very carefully with the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.

Jun Mo leaned forward, as if saluting her.

Mu Yu's eyes were slightly moist and he smiled back.

This is the salute.

Mu Yu said, "I agreed to marry you." ”

Jun Mo said calmly: "That's very good. ”

Mu Yu put the crown hat on top of his head, and looked at it seriously.

This is the crown.

Jun Mo said: "Death with a crown, salute." ”

Mu Yu said: "It is also reasonable to die together. ”

Crying sounded in front of Qingxia, crying heartbreakingly.

Beigong Weiyang broke the strings, blood splashed, and shouted in tears: "Unwilling...... Two chapters will start tomorrow, it's two chapters and three thousand words, please supervise, and then, please vote for recommendation, I will write it very seriously and diligently, I won't let everyone vote unwillingly, thank you. ）rq！！！