It is a high praise to count the last resort, but Li Xiu's face showed a smile: "Sometimes you may not be able to have the last laugh if you calculate accurately." ”

Huang Xiuqi spread his hands and looked left and right, the 20,000 imposing desolate people, plus the five wandering monks, why couldn't they laugh at the end?

"Maybe it was meant to be. ”

He said.

Many things are destined to happen, such as the current game of chess.

The incident happened suddenly, and Chang'an had no way to react, so he could only rely on Xiao Nanqiao's own strength.

This is related to Datang's national fortunes in the next ten years.

And there are only two people who are qualified to hold chess pieces as chess players.

Li Xiu and Zhibai.

That's what it was meant to be.

"So there's no way out?"

The three thousand white robes were silent and did not make a sound, Li Xiu rode on his horse, leaned forward and looked down at Huang Xiuqi and asked.

"Tong, of course, whether it is the road of Datang or the road of Yincao, or the road of the snow field, it is for people to walk, how can there be no reason?"

Huang Xiuqi nodded heavily, revealing a smiling face.

It turned out that they were the people of the underworld.

"Yin Cao will join forces with the desolate people, and he is not afraid of losing face?"

Li Xiu made a rare sarcastic remark.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is a smart person, and Yin Cao loves to cooperate with smart people, but you rejected us last time, and it just so happens that Mr. Six is also a smart person. ”

Huang Xiuqi's smile looked a little bright and meaningful.

Li Xiu's eyes gradually narrowed, and he did not speak.

He knew what the so-called refusal in that sentence meant, which was nothing more than that in the Three Ancient Lands, he helped Wang Buer stop Feng Yuxiu and killed Bao Zhifang at the same time.

This is revenge.

The people of Yin Cao are the most grudgeful, and they will take revenge, and now it seems to be really good.

Huang Xiuqi turned sideways, made a gap, and continued: "However, although this road is open, it is only accessible to His Highness. ”

Li Xiu looked up at the gap, not too wide, not too narrow, just enough to accommodate a human body.

"What does that mean?"

Huang Xiuqi shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips in the wind and snow, and the sun shone in the center of the two armies.

The ten-year festival is not over yet, so the sun in the snowfield will pierce the black clouds and shed a few rays of light.

"It's not interesting, His Royal Highness can naturally go, but those behind you must stay. ”

He paused, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a cold face, and he paused: "Everyone, all have to die!"

It was cold, colder than the snow under your feet and the valley of the breeze behind you.

Twenty thousand against three thousand.

Five Yuye against three Yuye, this is a sure thing.

What's more, the five of them are from the Yin Cao, they have worked together for many years, and their tacit understanding is incomparable, and they are a few points stronger than ordinary wandering monks.

In that case, it would be more confident to say this.

Bai Luoti did not speak.

Ying Song stretched.

Toyowa's gaze was cold, like a poisonous snake.

Li Xiu was silent for a long time, and the sunlight in the sky gradually disappeared into the dark clouds, making the earth dark by three points, and the three thousand white robes were still as silent as death, without making a sound.

"You just said that you have no last resort. ”

Li Xiu spoke, his voice flat.

Huang Xiuqi nodded.

"But why did he count me?"

Li Xiu looked at his face, looked at the twenty-thousand desolate sergeants behind him, and said seriously.

Ying Song grinned, as if holding back a smile.

Huang Xiuqi frowned and said, "Your Highness, don't you feel that you have lost your identity with such words?"

Mr. Six calculated that he would go to Qingfeng Valley, and sent several times more troops than him to wait here, could it be that the three thousand people behind you could still have wings?

So in his opinion, Li Xiu's words are nothing more than recklessness.

"Yin Cao is the shadow of the whole world, but he was played with by Zhibai between applause, and you want to stop me?"

Li Xiu looked down at him, and there was a violent color surging out of the depths of those eyes.

"Do you dare to stop me?"

"20,000 elites? ”

Li Xiu held his head high, his violent color overflowed his eyes, and the black horse under his seat took a step forward.

Then the three thousand white robes took a step forward in unison, and the sky changed.

Huang Xiuqi's face darkened in an instant, and his face was full of solemnity.

He couldn't help but take a step back.

The original aura of the 20,000 desolate people was forced down by this mere step.

Li Xiu took another step forward, and a trace of black qi spread under his feet.

"Do you know why the Northland Three Rates were made cavalry returning from Hell?"

Huang Xiuqi didn't speak, and Li Xiu didn't want to listen to him, so he continued: "That's because they really came back from hell and came to this world. ”

The words fell, and the three rates of the Northland walked forward in unison.

The white robe fluttered and flew as he walked, and the black gas on the ground wrapped up along the horse's hooves and enveloped everyone.

A huge and indescribable evil aura rushed into the sky, and the Qingfeng Valley behind him collapsed inch by inch.

The desolate sergeants raised their eyes and saw that the black qi behind Li Xiu spread and burst out, flickering in pitch black, and the face of the three thousand soldiers of the Northern Land Three Commands hidden in the white armor turned into a dark black skeleton.

A little scarlet fell from the sky.

It landed on the top of Bai Luoti's head.

He drew his sword and pointed at the scarlet.

Then a dark flower floated out.

A crimson flame ignited in the sky above the three thousand white robes, scorching hot, and the snow under his feet visibly melted away.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the horses were dyed skeletons, and flames bloomed from their eyes.

The white robe flew up, and the three thousand swords were drawn at the same time, emitting a deafening clanging sound, and the flames and black qi were intertwined densely.

From afar, it looks like a real purgatory.

Li Xiu is in the center, and Ying Song and Feng He support him left and right.

The white Lotti rode the horse at the forefront.

The three thousand purgatory white robes were still silent, not making a sound.

Huang Xiuqi's face was extremely pale, and the other four You Ye were also shocked, the purgatory melted the snow, and the blue-bottomed golden cloud clothes on the five of them were soaked with sweat, and their feet seemed to be rooted and could not move half a step.

The 20,000 desolate people behind him took a few steps back, and the formation was a little sloppy.

The scene in front of me is too shocking, how is this possible?

This is an impossible scenario.

Not to mention 20,000 desolate people, what if it is 50,000?

It's like actually coming back from hell.

The three thousand skeleton horses raised their front hooves, and the ground was scorched black wherever they passed.

Straight towards the desolate team in front of him.

There is a word called cowardice before fighting, this is a desolate elite, although it is far inferior to the one walking in the Sanli Gorge, but it is also the kind that ranks first and is famous on the snowfield, not to mention that Mr. Six also arranged five wandering monks here.

They had never thought of the word, but now that they think about it, that's how it feels before they fight.

It wasn't three thousand white robes that came at a gallop.

It's 3,000 soul-stinging scythes!

PS: Yesterday when I was farting, there is still a chapter, try to finish it before twelve o'clock, before a little bit at the latest