Fluttering.

A bird leaps up from the sloping branch, flapps its wings, and leaves without looking back.

It was a nameless green mountain, exceptionally silent in the bitter cold wind.

The birds and beasts were silent, and the sound of surging water could be faintly heard.

It should not be far from the 800-mile mighty Qingjiang River.

On a slope, in the weeds, a figure huddled in it, motionless.

This is a teenager who has lost consciousness, but has a frozen expression of pain.

Curled up like a baby, without all protection. However, even in such a unconscious state, the muscles in his body still tensed, as if he was still fighting in his sleep. In his left hand, he held a half-scattered seal, and in his right hand, he held a sword tightly. Solidified like a sculpture.

The black mist traveled inside and outside his body, from his neck to his face, and strange black patterns were spreading. The black pattern looked like a twisted worm, and at first glance it seemed to be wriggling. It's terrifying.

Gone are the gentleness and firmness that used to appear on this face, replaced by an evil feeling. It is as if there is an abhorrence for everything in the world, and even in the midst of pain, some conspiracy is brewing.

The black mist was deep and agile, carrying the sinking and floating, submerging the young man.

The fainting boy has only three places on his body, and he has not been completely eroded by the black.

One is the forehead, the tightly locked eyebrows, as if filled with some kind of firm will, like two male passes, firmly intercepting the attack of the black pattern, and guarding the spiritual platform.

One is the right hand holding the sword, and on the sheathed long sword, there have been faint Sanskrit characters jumping out, firmly falling into the black mist, like a swimming fish jumping into the "Black Sea" again and again, one after another.

One is the place where the spine and the cervical vertebrae are connected, where there is a red fire white lotus, which has two sensations of heat and indifference at the same time, exuding a distinct red and white light, but at the same time resisting black.

He's fainted here, it's been a long time.

The long and arduous war is going on in the body.

Everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him for the time being, although it has been stirred up because of him.

......

"Tyrant Han Yin is dead!"

The two "blazing suns" in the sky have been extinguished. The real sun has not yet set, and it stubbornly unleashes its afterglow in the west.

In the bitter light of the setting sun, it was raining in the sky.

The next rain in this land was rare before, and it has not been seen since.

Blood-colored rain.

It was the setting sun that could not stain the slightest blood, an extremely pure, bloody color.

When the real person falls, the heaven and the earth are sad!

Zhuang Gaoxian held Han Yin's corpse in one hand, flew down to the sky above the lock dragon gate, and shouted: "The victory and defeat have been divided, and those who descend will not die!"

The sound is like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, roaring and rushing.

He unreservedly unleashed his flamboyance, his domineering.

He had just ascended to the throne, and before the power of the court was grasped, he dared to conquer the monarch with the weak.

Strong and sharp, even better than the founding ancestor.

Conceal the injury, hide it in the deep palace, and how many years will it be raised.

If you don't fly, it's just a skyrocket. If you don't make a hit, it's a blockbuster!

How many years of lurking minions endured.

As soon as he made a move, he landed in Dongzhen, became a real person in the world, turned his palm to kill the general of the strange country, and forcibly cut the land of the ten cities of the strange country.

The second time he struck, he fought for the country, defeated the strong with the weak, and killed a generation of heroes Han Yin with his own hands!

The posture of the male lord has been completed, and after that, he is solemn and envious, and there is no need to hide the front!

Zhuang Gaoxian's voice rolled over, and the blood rain in the sky flew away.

The two Yonghous, who were joining forces to besiege and kill Huangfu Duanming, stopped without saying a word, turned around and fled in a hurry. However, with the size of the world, they actually don't know where to go for a while! Even if they are dignified monks and meritorious marquises, they can't dispel their confusion!

Han Yin is dead! A generation of heroes, real people in the world, people who have been in power for hundreds of years!

Han Yin will die, who can not die?

That Zenge Hou flew all the way, and as soon as he arrived outside the Suolong Pass, he already felt the tip of his nose wet. Looking up, the blood rain fell from the sky, and the world was sad together.

He also thought it was the fall of Zhuang Jun. But Zhuang Gaoxian's voice shattered his illusions.

He hurried to come, but he didn't have time to take a look at the chain dragon pass, so he turned around and fled with his life.

Han Yin, the real person in the world, was killed in battle, and even if he had nine lives, it was not enough to explain here.

Yongguo is over!

He felt a great sorrow, an irrepressible sourness in his eyes. The dignified monk is like a lost dog, flying away and crying at the same time!

Nothing can escape Zhuang Gaoxian's gaze.

But he didn't chase anyone, and he didn't mean to leave one or two Yonghous.

He stood above the Suolong Pass, but turned his head to look at Li Ying, the Marquis of Chengde of Yongguo: "Go back and tell Han Xu that you will release Du Xiang immediately." In this way, the battle is closed. North of Suolong Pass, I can promise not to take an inch of land!"

This is the redrawing of national borders and the determination of the results of victory.

Zhuang Guo wants to lock up the land that has been occupied south of Longguan. Including a small half of Yiyang Mansion and the entire Lingbei Mansion. Moreover, the entire Qichang Mountain Range, which is rich in demon beast resources, has been assigned to the Zhuang realm since then.

This is actually the condition he had negotiated with Han Xu a long time ago, but he had to give a reason to the soldiers who fought bloodily, they sacrificed their lives and forgot to die to lay the Dragon Pass, and in front of them was the rich land of Yongguo, how could they stop there?

Ordinary soldiers would not think about whether Qin, Jing, and Jing, the world's powerful countries, would allow Zhuang to swallow Yong in a war. They can't see that far, they can't feel the pressure. All they know is that they are bleeding and sweating, and they can't just stop.

After defeating the Yong State, the morale of the Zhuang generals has been unprecedentedly swelled, and now let them continue to go north, even to fight against the Jing State, I am afraid they will not be afraid.

But Zhuang Gao envied himself, but he must not be blind.

In the complex situation in the west, in the absence of absolute strength, a sense of proportion is particularly important.

If he passes through the Suolong Pass now and fights to the death with Han Xu, he won't talk about the outcome, even if he finally breaks through the Mandate of Heaven Mansion and occupies the entire territory of Yongguo. Can you really hold it?

There will be no time to digest at all, and the blow of Jing Guo will be ushered in immediately. It must be known that the Red Horse Guard of Jing State is still outside Jing'an Mansion.

And as the overlord of the Central Region, will Jingguo still give support?

Jingguo absorbed Zhuang State to become a Taoist state in order to put down a nail in the western border, nail Yongguo, and also stab Qin State. But how could he be willing to raise another tiger in the West?

So measure the situation, if you stop there. First of all, Zhuang Guo itself can get real benefits, and secondly, Yongjun Han Xu sits in the remaining territory of Yongguo, and he is still the first to face the pressure of Jing State.

This point can form enough strategic depth for Zhuang Guo, so that Zhuang Guo has time to digest the harvest of this war without worrying about disturbing. From a small independent country to a regional power.

These strategic considerations will naturally not be talked to the soldiers, as the lord of the country, Zhuang Gaoxian needs to give a reason to the soldiers who fought bloodily. At this time, Du Ruhui, the minister of the country who is still fighting bloody battles and is deeply loved by the people, could not be better.

He is willing to give up more territory for the sake of the Minister of State, Du Ruxuan, what an admirable friendship between kings and ministers!

For Han Xu, his goal is to truly take power and become a veritable Yong master. Han Yin, who has monopolized power for hundreds of years and has never intended to let go, is the biggest problem.

He has been a monarch for more than a hundred years, and a puppet for more than a hundred years.

In the matter of killing Han Yin, Han Xu and Zhuang Gaoxian reached a consensus. But at the same time, for the Yongguo of Han Xu's time, Zhuang Guo was still a strong contender.

That's why Chengde Hou Li Ying will be ruthless, and beat Zhuang Guo's two top outer buildings that are most likely to break through the gods, and beat them to death. Obviously, if there is a chance, Han Xu will definitely not mind killing Zhuang Guo's Optimus Jade Pillar and Erecting the Sea Golden Beam before the truce.

Zhuang Gaoxian said these words at this time, not only to show that he would keep the agreement, but also to warn Han Xu. If Du Ruhui dies in battle, then he will not keep the contract.

Even if Han Xu knew very well that Zhuang Gaoxian did not dare to occupy the entire territory of Yongguo at this time, it would kill Zhuang Guo. But Han Xu himself didn't dare to gamble. Yongguo after "a strong man broke his wrist" and "self-mutilated body" was especially not qualified to take risks.

"The minister must have brought the words. Li Ying glanced at Zhuang Gaoxian deeply, turned around and flew away.

As the absolute confidant of Yongjun Han Xu, Yonghou who made a move against Han Yin at the last moment, Chengde Hou Li Ying fundamentally fully recognized Han Xu's decision.

In his opinion, Han Xu is a monarch who is more than a hundred times stronger than Han Yin, but he has not been able to show it.

Han Yin is a real person in the world, and until he dies, there will be no aging problems, but his spirit has long been old.

He didn't have the heart of Emperor Han Zhou of Yongming at all, and he had been beaten by Jing Guo for hundreds of years, but in fact, his heart had already succumbed. No matter how flamboyant and domineering you are, you can't hide the weakness in your heart.

Han Yin always wanted to surpass his brother Han Zhou, but deep down, he never felt that he could defeat Jing Guo, because that was something that Han Zhou had not been able to do!

Han Yin didn't have the confidence to do anything that Han Zhou couldn't do!

He tried his best to wash away the traces of Emperor Yongming, but he couldn't wash it off for hundreds of years, and he lived in the shadow of Han Zhou all his life.

Such a monarch seems to be powerful, with strategy, means and strength, but Yongguo is in his hands, and it will only slowly rot and stink. Han Yin has been in power for hundreds of years, and the Yongguo has not expanded an inch of territory, and its influence in the entire western territory is getting smaller and smaller, which is evident.

Yongguo has reached the time when it is not broken and cannot stand, and it must be bathed in fire before it can be reborn.

However, Han Yin was too strong and had ruled this land for too long, and only those of them who were loyal to Han Xu were powerless to overthrow him.

That's why external forces need to be introduced.

Li Ying had always been very sure that he was doing the right thing, but after getting to know Zhuang Gaoxian with his own eyes, he couldn't help but have a trace of suspicion.

In the future strategy of Han Xu's monarchs, it is the first step to arouse the hatred of the people of the country with the danger of overthrowing the country, and to let Han Xu quickly and truly control the country's military power in a controllable state of war.

It is the second step to raise the country's strength, and when the time is ripe, to counterattack Zhuang Guo, defeat Zhuang Gaoxian, recover the lost territory, and establish the absolute authority of Chaomai Han Yin......

But will such a Zhuang Gaoxian really be easily defeated?

With an indescribable shadow, Li Ying left here.

And in the lock dragon pass, the Yongjun who has already knelt on the ground!

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ps: What do you say about the book reviews in the past two days...... I didn't expect to be so unconfident. Han Xu hasn't appeared yet, and a group of people say that he is brain-dead. A person who has endured for more than 100 years and can reach a hero like Han Yin, will he be brain-dead?

Talking about collapse, saying what shouldn't be written, and saying everything.

You ask yourself, I have written four volumes, 1.6 million words, have I ever had a bad plot? From the time I wrote 60 to the present, I have lived on the savings of my previous writing entities, but in the past nearly a year, have I ever perfunctory my readers?

I remembered that the Kaimai Pill left by Zuo Guanglie at the beginning, at least hundreds of people said that it was poisonous, but after filling in the pit, I didn't see anyone apologize to me. Is it because those hundreds of people haven't looked back any further? Or is it that in this day and age, criticism is easier to export than praise?

There will always be more people who criticize you after a bad plot than there are people who encourage you after writing a great story. I asked myself if I had ever done anything badly, for the sake of what I had always been so attentive to, when you think it is unreasonable, can you wait and say? The dragon is there, I just haven't put the finishing touches on it yet.

So be it.

I didn't want to say anything.

Writing is inherently subject to a variety of voices, and I should have been used to this kind of thing.

But there's just no way to get used to it.

My poetic side makes me vulnerable at times.