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Outside the tent, Ling Hu Jue and the others had already fallen into a heavy siege, hundreds of soldiers wearing sand-yellow armor swarmed out of the tents around them, one by one holding a knife in their right hand, holding a shield in their left hand, and the shield was also engraved with a lion face with protruding fangs, under the light of the red magic crystal, it showed a more hideous beastly feeling. To read the latest chapters, please lock the biquge.info of Aishang Novels

After using the gun to pick up an enemy soldier who rushed up, Ling Hu Jue retreated a few steps, slid his hand up along the barrel of the gun, and held it hard 3o centimeters away from the tip of the gun, crossed his chest, and lowered his voice to Mansi and the other blood eagles who followed behind, "These are Nangong Fu's personal soldiers, you can't underestimate the enemy." ”

"Kill these crumbs. The four enemy soldiers in front roared wildly, and raised the knife in their hands, the knife was very curved, like a cold lower quarter moon, and swept out wildly in the killing sound of the sea of partners behind.

"Look for death. Ling Hujue's lips pursed, and his left foot swirled slightly, creating a cloud of sand mist. In the subconscious retreat of those soldiers, the black dragon spear was like a soul-locking ghost hand stretched out from the void realm. Passing through the gap in the shield array, the dragonfly gently brushed the Adam's apple of the four soldiers and returned to its original position, moving as fast as if he had never moved at all.

"Smack. The scimitars in the hands of the four soldiers fell at the same time as if they had made an appointment, and then the man also fell limply on the sand, and a few drops of blood oozed from the Adam's apple.

"Ah――――――" more enemy soldiers pounced like a mountain and a sea, shouting, the knife qi flew like a hook and a cold moon, and the shield shadow swirled like layers of iron leaves, but the fox was not vegetarian, the gun qi was like a heavenly river hanging upside down, and the knife flashed like a ghost's eyes, especially the ghost thorn of Mans, it was even more eruditary without a track, after a "ding-ding-crack" gold and iron exchange, dozens of enemy soldiers were killed on the spot.

Without a pause, a new round of scuffle began. Nearly 100 enemy soldiers formed a large circle formation with the shields in their hands, and inserted their scimitars into the gap between the shield arrays, like the protruding thorns on the hedgehog fur, rotating around Ling Hu Jue and the others, and the faster and faster they turned. The rest of the soldiers gathered behind the shield, their scimitars striking the protruding fangs on the shield, and the strange screams coming out of their mouths gave people a thrilling pressure.

As for the Blood Eagle, under Ling Hujue's hint, he also put on a somewhat incomplete Demon Scorpion Array. Back to back with the tip of the knife pointing outward. Everyone's eyes were staring at the rotating shield array, and they didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Tu Ming raised the knife diagonally in front of his chest with both hands, moved his elbows back, exhaled lightly with his lips, swept over the knife surface, and asked softly, "Boss, what kind of formation is this?"

Shaking his head, Ling Hu Jue devoted all his attention to the dazzling shield shadow in front of him, and he felt that in this rotating shield shadow, in this regular tapping sound, there must be some kind of murderous intent hidden.

He's waiting for this killer to appear.

Sure enough, the veil in front of him raised a few small slopes and flew closer to him. "Present feet. Ling Hu Jue roared, jumped five feet, and the black dragon spear slashed downward, and a fierce spear qi cut through the sand layer like a quick knife.

Almost at the same time, the circular shield array suddenly spread out like plum blossom petals, and one shield after another flew towards Ling Hu Jue and the others like flying spindles, and pieces of cold and shining blades had protruded from the originally flat shield edge.

The enemy's movements changed so fast that the battle-hardened Blood Eagles didn't react, one, two, three—a few of the Blood Eagles fell to the sound of puffing flesh and bones.

A Blood Eagle tried to struggle to his feet, "Wow." The dust flew, and a figure sprang out of the sand, holding an identical scimitar, and stabbed the Blood Eagle in the chest with a "swish".

The closest to the Blood Eagle was Tu Ming, who had just dodged the shield that swirled on three sides and kicked off two scimitars that had been stabbed out of the sand, and as soon as he turned around, he saw this. "Wesley. Tu Ming shouted, tears in his eyes, he only felt a stream of hot blood rush from his chest directly to his head, leaving his consciousness only at the moment when the enemy soldier stabbed Wesley.

Crazy, he was a little crazy, and he pounced on him without fear of death. The hunting knife drew a cruel and tearful arc, and shouted with the surging grief and indignation in his chest, "Take your life." ”

The soldier who stabbed Wesley wasn't so stupid, his figure slammed into the sand in mid-air, and in an instant, he vanished.

"Now I'm doing a good job. The soldier who had taken refuge in the sand was overjoyed, and he took a breath and prepared to dive in the other direction. But he was too early to rejoice, and a gun, a black gun, went straight down and nailed him to the bottom of the sand.

Looking at the blood flowers that came out of the barrel of the gun, Ling Fox's face became even colder, he turned sideways, picked up several flying shields, and shouted, "Let's withdraw." ”

"If you want to leave, it's not that easy," Nangong Fu, who had been hiding behind the curtain and observing the changes in the situation, thought coldly in his heart. "Iron hand, leave me the young man who is for. He commanded to the iron hand beside him who was gathering momentum to protect him.

"Yes. Lord. The iron hand bowed and flew out.

At this critical moment, Linghu Jue finally exploded completely, the black dragon spear shot left and right, and in the blink of an eye, it had taken the lives of dozens of enemy soldiers. The rest of the uninjured Blood Eagle also got out of anger, watching his brother lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, that feeling, that mood, can only be experienced by those who have really been on the battlefield.

The hunting knife in his hand also seemed to be infected with the master's sad mood, and every time he slashed the body of the enemy soldier, he would pull it vigorously, and it seemed that only by making the enemy's wound a little deeper, bleeding a little more, and screaming a little more miserable, could the trembling in his heart be slightly relieved.

Seeing that the enemy soldiers retreated slightly as if they were a little afraid, Ling Hu Jue shouted to the Blood Eagle and Mansi behind him, "Quick, retreat." At the same time, there was a faint sound of iron hooves on the right, but it was stopped by a killing cry. On the left, the same killing sound shook the sky, but unlike the right, there were also brilliant magic attacks, lightning, ice arrows, and air cones intertwined in the night sky, shining brightly.

Seeing that his soldiers retreated in horror, Iron Hand's face darkened, but even darker than his face was his hand, he raised his hands and pounced on Ling Hujue, and shouted at the same time, "The marshal has an order, destroy all the enemies who come and go, and those who retreat, kill." ”

Poked the flying black giant palm with a gun, only to hear the sound of "ping-pong", which made the fox retreat, he remembered a person, so he asked coldly, "Are you an iron hand?"

Tie Shou didn't expect that this very young opponent in front of him would know his name, and the follow-up moves were slightly beaten, leaving a very small flaw.

Ling Hu Jue caught this flaw in him, and the black dragon spear thrust through his hands, and at the same time chanted, "The water curtain is natural, protect." A pale blue water enchantment was like a tangible film between the two of them.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ling Hu Jue jumped backwards, grabbed Wesley, who had been helped up by Tu Ming, and fought his way out, leading the other blood eagles back to the original path.

Smashing the barrier with an iron fist, Iron Hand was about to lead the soldiers to catch up, when two jet-black ghost thorns appeared in front of his eyes, and the chill penetrated his eyebrows.

With a chill in his heart, the iron hands and fists protect his face, and it is the two sounds of "ping pong". By the time he was about to move, Marshal Nangong Fu's cold tone had already passed, "Okay, don't chase it." ”

Iron Hand glanced expressionlessly in the direction of Linghu Jue's retreat, and in his heart, he already regarded this fight with Linghu Jue as a shame.

I don't know how many enemy soldiers I killed, so Ling Hu Jue and the others finally withdrew from the Sand Fox camp one by one. Without the slightest hesitation, they lingered, and retreated towards the valley of the Qing River, where Tefaro had set up an ambush.

Until they left the desert and walked into a low wood. Ling Hu Jue put down Wesley on his back, and through the faint dawn of dawn in the east, he could see that Wesley's face was miserable white, white like a piece of paper, without a trace of blood.

Linghu Jue knelt beside Wesley, closed his eyes, and while gathering the magic elements in his body as quickly as he could, he ordered to the people behind him, "Tu Ming, Ah Niu, Grest. A few of you go and take care of the guards, and the rest of you bandage your wounds. ”

"Yes. Although it was a little difficult to give up and a little reluctant, Tu Ming and the others still carried out Ling Hu's order, but before leaving, they looked at Wesley with a look full of special emotions. "Live, brother. "Live. "Everyone's heart is crying out silently. Tu Ming, in particular, wiped the corners of his slightly wet eyes, and prayed in his heart as he walked, "God, your faithful people are calling you, use your divine power to keep Wesley alive." As long as he can live, I'm willing to give half my life in exchange. Please, please. ”

Placing his hand about 2 centimeters away from Wesley's wound, Ling Hu Jue chanted softly, "O great goddess of light, please give me strength, the splendor of life-healing." This was the highest level of medical magic that Ling Hu Jue could ever do, and as he chanted, a thick white halo leaked out of Ling Hu's palm, swimming down the cracked blood hole in his chest towards Wesley's heart.

When he came into contact with Wesley's heart, Ling Fox's heart was as numb as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cave. If the pulse of the heart is broken, even God can't save it. But Linghu Jue still tried his best to support his heart with magic, hoping for a miracle.

The effect of magic woke Wesley awake, and he slowly opened his eyes, his usually honest eyes staring at Ling Hujue, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and a faint, subtle smile crept up on his face.

"Wake up, Wesley wake up. The blood eagles who had already bandaged their wounds behind Ling Hu Jue burst out with an earth-shattering cry, "What, what?" Tu Ming and the others, who were in charge of guarding, heard the sound and ran over, completely forgetting their mission.

But there was one person, she knew, that Wesley was able to open his eyes, and that was just a reflection of the light, and that was Mans. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a look of regret on Ling Hujue's almost stiff face, because she understood that for Wesley's people, death was not a relief, but for Ling Hu Jue and Tu Ming and others, Wesley's death was an eternal shackle.

"Boss, how's Wesley?" Excitedly, a relieved smile appeared on Tu Ming's face, but when his eyes met the expression on Ling Hujue's face, the smile suddenly condensed. He understood what this expression meant, and the Blood Eagle behind him fell silent for a moment.

"Old ___ big. Opened his mouth with difficulty, Wesley smiled, no one understood his injury better than him, looked at Tu Ming and the others, the emotion in his eyes was so sincere, it seemed to be an encouragement, but it was more like a goodbye.

"Wesley. Linghu never opened his eyes, he was afraid that his tears would flow uncontrollably. The whole gum was shaking, and after he screamed, he couldn't say anything else.

Wesley still laughed, but it was more heartbreaking than crying, and he said intermittently, "Boss, I'm afraid ___ won't work." ”

"No, no. Ling Hu Jue clenched Wesley's hand, and the tears finally flowed, drop by drop, one by one on Wesley's hand, cold and cold.

"Boss, you're crying. Wesley was still smiling, but anyone could see how much reluctance and bitterness there was in this smile. He added his lips and said slightly, "Old ___, do you still remember it? When I was young, I always bullied you with __Tuming and others__, you weren't so good at that time, you were always beaten by ___ and our nose and face were swollen, but you didn't cry once______ ”

Listening to Wesley's recounts of the past, the tears of Tuming and the other Blood Hawks began to fall faster. But for fear that Wesley would be uncomfortable, they all endured it and didn't make a sound, but the corners of their lips trembled even more.

"Alright. The smile on Wesley's face disappeared, but he showed a strange brilliance, and he said in a very calm and calm tone, "I can fight with the boss __ on the battlefield, my miserable son _ didn't live in vain, just ――――――" He sighed and said, "It's just that I haven't touched the body of a woman, and it's a bit of a pity to ___." ”

Ling Hu Jue and everyone present understood why Wesley said this, he wanted to end his life with a joke in order to comfort them, to not make them too uncomfortable.

Wei ――――――. Ling Hu never spoke anymore, his mouth and heart were already filled with swallowed tears.

At this time, Manss moved, she slowly stood up, her face was calm like a pool of clear lake, she gently unbuttoned the collar, one, two, in the black mountain forest, under the faint dawn, Manse took off the black tights on her body, revealing a black belly pocket.

Everyone was stupid, but no one wanted to stop her. Quietly, Mansi untied her black belly pocket again, revealing her towering breasts and slender willow waist, and her white jade body looked even more noble and beautiful against the long black background.

She crouched down slightly, grabbed Wesley's right hand, and touched the blush of her breasts. Wesley's hand retracted, but Mans's grip tightened until Wesley's hand pressed against his nipples.

Manss raised her head and slid down like a black waterfall, and Tu Ming, along with the other Blood Eagles (including the wounded), stood up, surrounded Linghu, Wesley, and Mans, pulled out the hunting knife at her waist, and pointed diagonally into the air.

Wesley's hand finally slid limply down Mans's nipples, causing the fox to let out a long howl full of sorrow and desolation.

A flock of geese flies, and the ravens cry sadly,

In the world of light and dark communication, who would believe that there is a group of hot-blooded men standing with tears in their eyes, drawing their swords and asking the sky.

There was a young man who looked up to the sky and roared, tears streaming down his face and into the ground.

There is a woman's upper body, in the thick autumn mood, washing her body with frost.

There is also a hand hanging weakly, and there seems to be a faint virgin fragrance between the fingers―――――― floating, floating――――――――――――――――――――――

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