The scenery of the snowfield is unique, and it is difficult to feel other than the majestic snow at the beginning, and it may even be a little disgusting after a long time.

The snow fell all over his body, and he was alone for thousands of miles, hanging with swords and robes.

This is the pride and yearning described in the text, but when you are really there, there is only boredom left.

There are not many green places in the snowfield, and Sanlixia is one of them, although it is only occasionally a little green.

The confrontation between the Pingzhen army and the desolate people is still continuing, the military soul is born, and countless dark Kai walk side by side like a demon god descending into the world, not afraid of death, Rao is the other party is the most elite desolate soldier in the face of such a team that leaves life behind, and he also keeps retreating, not daring to retreat.

Liang Xiaodao's injury was very serious, and the Five Realms Grandmaster's knife before he died was not light, and it was a miracle that he was able to hold on until now.

"I haven't thrown anyone into the Northlands. ”

He was very weak, this voice was very soft, like a murmur, he looked at the elite of the desolate people who were a little defeated, and then played the last banner, and the Pingzhen army then changed the formation into zero, turning into countless sharp knives to attack and penetrate into the ranks of the desolate people.

It's a fight for your life, it's a gamble.

If you keep defending, sooner or later you will be breached, it is better to take advantage of the low morale of the desolate people at this time to attack aggressively, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

"Those who offend my Tang Kingdom will be punished even if they are far away!"

Liang Xiaodao picked up a spear and raised it high to the sky, let out an angry roar from his mouth, and then his raised arm fell, the spear was stuck in the ground, he closed his eyes, and stood tall with his body, but he didn't move anymore.

The remaining soldiers of the Pingzhen Army only felt a stream of blood in their chests rushing to the top of their heads, their eyes were blood-red, they threw the shield in their hands on the ground, and the long knives slashed, rushing into the desert like they were not dying, and the killing did not stop for a moment.

Ping Zhenjun raised his breath and suppressed the elite of the desolate people in terms of momentum and occupied the advantage.

But after all, there are many people in the desolate team, and their strength is also good, so they gritted their teeth and persevered.

The armor on Ye Xiao's body had been shattered, and his body was covered with wounds.

"General Ye's strength is extraordinary, Yan Xing admires. ”

The desolate wandering powerhouse stood opposite him, with a bloody hole in his shoulder, his face pale, and although he was not lightly injured, he took the initiative.

Ye Xiao's injuries were too serious, and his life soul was also fused with the military soul, and his own strength was greatly limited.

Facing Yan Xing, who is almost in his heyday, it can be said that he is in danger, and if he is not careful, he will easily die here.

"Your people look like they're going to lose. ”

Ye Xiao glanced at the changes on the battlefield and said lightly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I kill the general, the form will naturally be reversed. ”

Yan Xing smiled, and before the words fell, the whole person had already turned into a sword light and came to Ye Xiao's face, with a cold expression, and slashed down with a knife.

Ye Xiao held the spear above his head with both hands.

The sword light fell, and a light quietly appeared in the clouds on the blade, the heavy snow stopped, the spear broke off from the middle, split into two, and the knife fell on Ye Xiao's body, breaking through the already broken armor and slashing at his chest.

The aura burst out from the blade, making a roar, and the long knife cracked into pieces, and Ye Xiao's body flew out upside down, marking a long mark on the snow.

Yan Xing looked at his bloodstained hands, but a sneer came out of his mouth.

"What's the use of continuing to struggle, how long can General Ye last?"

Ye Xiao stood up from the ground, his chest was bloody and terrifying, but his face became more and more cold, like frost.

"This knife, I want your life!"

Yan Xing's eyes narrowed into a slit, the five fingers of his right hand were slightly bent, and the aura swept through the ground and absorbed a scimitar in his palm.

It's just an ordinary knife, but it's great for killing.

He took a step forward, then frowned, and his body stopped, a look of doubt in his eyes.

He sniffled vigorously, and then his face changed.

This is the snow field, it is the Sanli Gorge, the two sides are fighting except for the ice and snow only the smell of blood, at this moment the snow stopped, the wind blew from afar, and a faint smell came into his nose.

It was a booze, it was light at first, then it got stronger and stronger.

Yan Xing turned his head sharply and looked sideways in the direction where the wind was coming, where a person was swaying and walking towards it.

Ye Xiao naturally smelled this smell, this is the smell of embroidered spring breeze.

Then he remembered someone and couldn't help but look sideways.

The person who came was wearing a green shirt, carrying the wine jar in a hanging, his body was shaking, his steps were floating, his face was very ordinary, the kind of ordinary that he couldn't find in the pile.

But the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes is very strong, the kind of intensity that can be seen at a glance in the crowd.

Ye Xiao smiled.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he sat down cross-legged on the spot, not even looking at the long knife that was only five feet away from him.

Just like this snow will always stop, the sunlight will occasionally appear, and Yan Xing's knife will also fall.

After a brief period of consternation, his body burst speed increased by three points, and he slashed at Ye Xiao's head.

A jar rises into the air, bursting, and spills of wine to the ground.

The man in Tsing Yi took a step, and then appeared in front of Ye Xiao, he raised an arm, and his fingers clamped the blade of the knife.

At the same time, the wreckage of the exploding wine jar turned into a streamer like a lost arrow, and galloped towards Yan Xing.

It passed through his body, bringing a rain of blood falling like a mist.

At this point, the drink spilled on the ground and landed on the snow.

The knife turned into powder, Yan Xing's body collapsed to the ground, and the bones in his body turned into powder.

Ye Xiao's face was like gold paper, and the wound was constantly oozing with blood.

"I heard Xuelou drunk spring breeze and met General Ye. ”

The man in Tsing Yi saluted Ye Xiao, then took out a pill and fed him to take it, and turned around and walked into the battlefield.

......

The Little South Bridge is broken.

Since the big array of the city was broken by Ding Zijian's sword, Xiao Nanqiao was destined to be broken.

Sun Sheng and others still stood on the city wall and never left, today Rao is killed in battle, and he must not take half a step back, and the people of the Tang Kingdom come up under the city wall every moment.

Among these people are knights, retired soldiers, market butchers, and sour Confucian scholars who are powerless.

Many of them can't help much, but they can help Tang Jun block a knife and drag it for a moment, which is worth it.

Murong Tiancheng was surrounded in the center and couldn't move half a step, there were many wounds on his body, his waving arms had long been numb, and the phoenix bird was flying in the sky, and the flames and golden wings kept falling, fierce and monstrous.

A Tang man died, and a Tang man stood up.

One after the other, without hesitation.

Murong Tiancheng watched the people lying in a pool of blood, and the faces of those people were filled with fear and fear, but they still did not hesitate to stand up.

His eyes were red, and he was ruthless in killing people during infighting, but at this moment, facing foreign enemies, he could only watch the Tang people die one after another?

Grief and anger filled his chest, and anger filled his eyes.

The banner on the city wall was still floating in the wind, Murong Tiancheng looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar, the sword light swept across the heavens and the earth, and the desolate people around his body were all cut off at this moment.

His long hair was flying, his face was cold and piercing, and his body slowly rose from the ground and floated in the air.

On this day, the second master of Gusu City Murong broke through the wilderness between life and death and entered the five realms!

Become a Grandmaster!