Zhuge Qing summoned thunder, fought against the heart of misfortune, and walked in the midst of danger to control everything.

Minglan is holding a scimitar, tall and tall, facing the barren yellow sand without fear, and the pride of the desert girl is vividly reflected in her.

Zhou Li on the side hid behind Zhuge Qing, a dog, not like a good person.

"That's right."

Hiding behind Zhuge Qing's wide robe, looking at the other party's somewhat crying and laughing expression, Zhou Li said calmly: "You immortals fight, the only difference between my third-grade imbecile and a corpse is that I can bark at a dog, but not a corpse." ”

"There's no need for this, Gongzi Zhou, I've been using Dao techniques to protect you."

Zhuge Qing gently reassured that she had great patience for Zhou Li: "Zhou Gongzi, don't worry, Xiaodao will definitely maintain your thoughtfulness." Before I die of exhaustion..."

Without waiting for Zhuge Qing to continue, Zhou Li burst out with unprecedented execution and courage for the first time, and directly covered Zhuge Qing's mouth, he stared at Zhuge Qing's eyes with surprise and shame, and said solemnly:

"Dao Chief, I have received your wishes, don't say much, kneel down first to respect."

Bang dang knelt on the sand for a moment, then straightened up like a spring again. Zhuge Qing and Minglan on the side couldn't understand what Zhou Li was doing, they glanced at each other, and they both saw the worry and emotion in each other's eyes.

The environment is too high-pressure, and it is suffocating for the child.

But Zhou Li's interruption also made the originally solemn atmosphere a lot easier, and the three of them looked at the approaching ancient battlefield not far away, the blazing and bloody heat brought by the battle came to their faces, and faintly, the sound of war sounded in their ears.

"Protect the altar!"

Faintly, Tanan heard thunder in the distance. But he couldn't be distracted at all, as a soldier of the Guard, he was promoted three levels in a row in just one day, from the original chief to the commander of a thousand swords.

Of course, the price was that the original scimitar army of 1,000 people was left with only the last twelve.

After taking the long knife, which had been stained with blood and yellow sand, Tanan, with green eyes, shouted this sentence in a voice like a bellows. His short gray robe was no longer recognizable.

Behind Tanan was a small stone-forged altar, behind which the white-clothed priest clutched the scepter and struggled to make the jewel in the center of the altar emit moonlight that dispersed the yellow sand.

Screaming and rushing towards the altar, each time he was cut off by the man who looked like he was already crumbling. He stood on a hill of corpses, and with every breath he breathed, he brought a little bit of corpse qi to his nearly collapsing body.

"Mian!"

After severing a stiff tongue again, Tanan roared behind him, "Let the priest retreat!" Xiapi can't be saved! ”

"Mian!"

"Mian is dead, a thousand knives."

A skinny boy in light armor stumbled out from the side, his voice hoarse: "What am I now?" ”

"Take the priest with you!"

Unable to think about his dead brother, Tanan's mind at this time, which had begun to stiffen, was left with his last mission, "All the living escort the priest, shoot through my brain stem in a hundred steps!" ”

Two seemingly disparate commands were the perfect solution that the man had come up with at the last minute. The dead stiff man beside him was still his comrade-in-arms worthy of trust more than twenty minutes ago. And the female stiffness that roared madly at him was his lover.

Therefore, Tanan knew that as soon as the breath in his chest was gone, he would raise his scimitar, turn around, and slash at his comrades.

When the young man heard the order, he had no time to grieve or question, and after slashing a pair of claws that almost touched the priest, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and took the altar that had been put away into his arms, covering the priest to retreat.

It seems... Let's go far.

After a breath, Tanan felt his hands burned to ashes by the boiling blood. Holding back the urge to vomit, he lowered his head and saw the monster's claws that had been overrun by the scarlet lines.

Wrong.

One hundred steps··· It's too late.

Kill me now.

"Kill... Roar··· Roar!!! ”

A painful, frantic roar came from the gray, grim mouth, and he screamed again in disbelief, only to hear the monster's roar in his ears again.

The thirst for blood, the desire to submit to the king who frantically hammered the walls in the yellow sand, eroded every nerve in Tanan. He began to find that he could no longer remember his appearance, he had forgotten Loulan's words, and he had forgotten human instincts.

The corners of the boy's eyes were already blurred by the blood-colored water, he couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears, he just mechanically escorted the silent sacrifice in front of him, and tried to kill those zombies with his sword.

He didn't look behind him, he didn't dare to look at the scene where his father, who was once mighty, was swallowed up by stiffness, and he believed that his father would give him the last chance.

He believed that Loulan had not yet reached the moment of destruction.

"Roar!!

The terrible roar rang out again, louder and more terrifying than ever. At this time, the city gate of Zhongcheng had already appeared in the young man's field of vision, dozens of steps, not too far.

But it's like a ravine.

The stench of blood, sharp claws, and a terrifying aura appeared behind the boy in just a few seconds. With a desperate roar, the boy threw the altar in his arms forward with all his might, and then he stood still, waiting for death to come, hoping that his life would buy the priest even a second.

The sound of flesh and bones tearing was harsh.

The boy looked back in a daze, the familiar and unfamiliar father's chest had been pierced by a scimitar, and his green eyes were full of bloodlust and murderous intent, but they had lost all their luster.

"Soldier, get back to the city and stand by."

Minglan pulled out her long knife and brought a burst of blood. She reached out and pulled up the fallen soldier, turned around, and left a word.

"His neck has been torn by himself, and he can't kill you without me."

The young man's pupils dilated, but his body instinctively stood up, and after carving the corpse in his mind with one eye, he stumbled towards the city.

"It's a little late."

Looking at the outer city that was almost falling, Zhuge Qing sighed lightly, his eyes full of helplessness.

The yellow sand on the periphery is an obstacle, and it is even more of a disgrace. If it weren't for Zhou Li enlightening her with a few simple words and letting her recognize her inner demons, I'm afraid Zhuge Qing wouldn't have been able to shelter the three of them into the battlefield at all.

There are more and more people who owe Zhou Gongzi...

Zhuge Qingzhao shook the thunder and extinguished the stiffness, but he was a little helpless in his heart.

(End of chapter)