The grass saint is still in Chang'an City, Chen Linci does not know where to go, and he has no medical treatment in his hands.

There are countless doctors in Xuzhou City, but none of them can stand up at such a moment.

Xu Yingxiu whispered: "After I die, bury me on the side of the lake in Wudang Mountain, remember, remember to stop the spring breeze." ”

Her voice grew softer and softer, and she seemed to have a lot to say, but she didn't have the strength to say it when it came to her lips.

Those eyes gradually lost distance, and their pupils began to dilate: "Less, young master, don't cry, didn't you say that you will never cry again in the future?"

"What I'm most worried about is you, young master. ”

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Li Xiu's face, but her weak palm was raised in the air but it fell down, her pale face was completely blank, and her empty gaze no longer had any light.

Li Xiu put his head on Xu Yingxiu's forehead, shrugged his shoulders silently, and cried silently.

His body twitched, and the chaotic aura overflowed in all directions.

He knelt there, silent, but his heart was torn apart.

Liang Xiaodao stood aside and watched this scene blankly, staggering and slumped on the ground.

Yang Buding landed on the city wall, and the broken sword returned to his hands.

Fan Wuyi was lying on the ground, and many doctors in the distance were running towards him.

The fighting on the walls continued.

Mr. Chen joined the battle above the sky, and with his joining, the situation immediately became much better, with the strong strength of several of their leaders, even if they could not turn defeat into victory, at least they could fight against each other.

The Five Realms of Yin Cao were very strong, but the truly powerful Grandmaster did not participate in this battle.

didn't even appear in front of Xuzhou City, all the people who came here were some ordinary grandmasters, and the highest strength could only be ranked after the twenty in the Heavenly Scroll.

On the battlefield, the Five Realms Grandmaster may not be able to determine the direction of victory or defeat, especially in this kind of war of tens of millions of people, the Five Realms in the sky actually seem a little weak at this moment.

The students of the academy and the disciples of the Qingjiao Division rushed towards this end one after another, and they learned the news of Li Xiu's arrival, and also learned the news that the danger of Chang'an City had been resolved, so they rushed towards this end.

Hua Grayhair is at the head of the strongest, his strength is stronger than Yang Uncertain, and he has been leading the people of the Qingjiao Division and the Academy to fight in place of the role of the sharp knife.

The battle on the city wall never subsided, and after seeing the failure of the plan to assassinate Liang Xiaodao, the desolate man did not choose to retreat, but instead attacked more and more intensely.

Tang Jun could only barely hold on, and each of them had a look of deep exhaustion in their eyes.

Even as a monk, he didn't sleep for twenty days in a row, and only had a short rest time, and the iron-beaten monk couldn't bear it.

This is also the Tang Army, if they switch positions with each other, the Tang Army is now attacking the city, and the deserted people have been defending the city for more than 20 days without rest, and now the Tang Army has already taken a watermelon knife from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road.

But think about it, if it was really the Tang army attacking the city and having three times the strength of the other party, how could it take twenty days to take Xuzhou City a long time ago.

General Chen was seriously injured and did not wake up.

Chen Xuance and Murong also rushed over here, and after killing a wave of desolate people, they helped Liang Xiaodao, who was sitting on the ground, to his feet, and asked him to command the battle.

Liang Xiaodao looked down at Li Xiu, who was crying bitterly, his eyes became extremely red, he held the scimitar in his hand tightly, took a deep breath, turned around and began to command the deployment on the city wall.

One military order after another was issued, and the Tang Army, which was on the verge of rout, began to reorganize in a rhythmic manner.

But even so, the army of desolate people who put life and death aside was still unable to hold out for too long.

A vague killing intent suddenly came from afar, and no one cared at first, after all, there was nothing lacking on the battlefield, and the last thing that was missing was killing intent.

But then, someone was shocked by this killing intent.

Soon, more and more people came, and finally everyone felt this killing intent.

This killing intent is very unusual, because it is so pure that people feel cold even if they touch even a little bit, and there is a feeling of a butcher's knife hanging from their necks.

This killing intent is very strong, but it also gives people the feeling that a sharp sword is hidden in the edge, like an incomparably sharp sword hidden in the scabbard, obviously having the ability to sharpen iron like clay, but it is not shown.

Everyone felt the killing intent.

More than a million Tang troops looked back, and countless desolate people who were attacking were also looking up.

Everyone's eyes were on the back of Xuzhou City, where a blood-colored torrent rushed towards it.

The number of those people was not very large, only about two thousand.

They were all dressed in the same way, riding a red horse under their crotch, wearing red armor on their bodies, and the blood-red cloak behind them was pulled out with the wind for a long, long time.

They held knives with blood-red knives at their waists.

Their eyes were cold, as if they didn't care about everything, they came to the city of Xuzhou, and did not stop their horses, but continued to rush forward.

Two thousand blood-red horses with four hooves trampled on the sky, just like that, in the eyes of everyone, they crossed the city of Xuzhou within a radius of hundreds of miles, trampling on the sky and the four hooves were like rolling flames.

They went over everyone's heads and rushed to the desolate ranks outside the city.

Two thousand people, facing an army of more than seven million desolate people, seemed so insignificant, like an ant under the collapse of mountains and rivers, and could not attract anyone's attention at all.

This is a complete death-defying move.

But they didn't have any intention of stopping, and all they had in their eyes was endless coldness.

With knives in their hands, they galloped their horses and drew their scimitars.

The earth-shattering killing intent that had been hidden in the sheath was suddenly released at this moment, like a sharp blade cutting through white paper, like a silver needle piercing Jinxiu.

Nothing can stop the mere 2,000 horsemen.

Because they are cardinals.

It was Xue Hongyi's army.

It is the army guarding the Lingyan Pavilion.

Two thousand people ran outside the battlefield, leaving corpses one after another in their wake, no matter how elite the desert soldiers in front of them, or the strong men in the wilderness.

As long as someone dares to stand in front of them, what the two thousand red-clothed guards have to do is very simple, swing the knife and put away the knife.

The silent red-clothed guards are like the Grim Reaper who harvests life, but just two thousand people bring unparalleled psychological pressure to the wasteland.

The desolate people who were in the city of Gongfa gradually lost their will to fight.

The tired Tang army was in great spirits, and even surpassed his heyday.

They could see it clearly, it was the Cardinal.

The team gathered by the torrent of blood represents the highest honor of the Tang Dynasty soldiers.

There's not a single person who doesn't want to join the Redcoats, and even the proud local frontier guards look respectful of the Redcoats.