Along with the Chengguan, there was a vast blood-colored sky, and in the northwest of the sky, a round red sun hung on it.

Liu Yufeng's remaining consciousness was extremely surprised. Isn't the sky transparent and traceless? How did it turn blood-colored? The round sun is more like a blood ball, not what it usually looks like.

Under the red sunset, it is an undulating endless sand. Dozens of miles away from the wild sand, there were thousands of troops and horses standing in sight, like black clouds falling on the wild sand.

There are a forest of spears and spears in the black clouds, and there are hundreds of horsemen with swords and knives in the front, looking out of the battle to the end of the wild sand.

Three or four horsemen galloped back and forth in front of the formation, each raising their arms and shouting, like thunder:

"You are the pioneer of our tribe to open up the territory, grew up in the black water grassland, born in the ice and snow, was born wolf and tiger, but suffered from a hundred years of humiliation by foreign races, prostrate people's knees, human mermaid meat, and now the number of lives is vast, so that we can wait for the hero, Zhenhongtu, hold the golden Ge, carry the male soldiers, and dominate the world, like a bamboo, invincible. ”

"The southerners are corrupt, immoral and incompetent, and do not know the hardships of the world, but they have to make the most of the rich land in the world, where is the reason of heaven?

"Use our flesh and bones to build a high wall of blessings for our descendants!

The three swords were pulled out one after another, and after the word "kill", the Jin Ge in Heiyun's hand was all raised, and each arm responded with a fluttering arm:

"Kill-kill-kill-"

Above the city pass at the end of the wild sand, more than a dozen Yellow Dragon Banners whirred in the cold wind.

Faintly visible, the word "Song" floats on the flag.

When the door was closed, tall white horses poured out like a line of white waves.

Soldiers on white horses, white armor and white helmets, dragging guns and arrows. It is better than a heavenly soldier descending to earth, each majestic and heroic, so not magnificent.

The cold wind was blowing, and they were not afraid.

Can you take the lead outside this city pass, how can you still be afraid of the cold wind?

The young man under the command of the commander standing on the city pass had two children in Chinese New Year's Eve, and had no wife or children.

It's not like he doesn't have people he loves dearly. It's not that there is no marriage contract.

However, on the day he left the state, he wrote a letter and sent it to the house of the girl who was married by his parents.

——Donating one's life to go to the country, I wish the secretary to rely on another column.

When he left the city of Bingzhou, the girl climbed to the head of the city and shouted to his distant back: "You want to go to the country, but you want me to steal peace... What kind of man are you? I'll wait for you to come back! I'll wait for you to come back! I'll wait for you to come back!"

Young people have been bleeding without tears since they were born.

He once scraped his bones and healed his wounds like Guan Yunchang of Megatron Huaxia. Shang moves like a chess move, talks and laughs freely.

He was also like Su Wu, who had the seal of the Six Kingdoms, with his head hanging on the beam, and the cone thorn thorn. I read the military books day and night, just to protect the city pass under my feet.

At this moment, however, there were tears on the young man's face.

Tears, like drops of water on the eaves, fall straight down.

"The city is full of clothes, and the old people look back..."

One, two, three drops the young man stopped crying.

"Isn't it, if you don't look back, the old man won't grow forever?"

Smiling slightly, he looked up at the intersection of the wild sand and the blood-colored sky.

"Isn't it, if you don't look back, the mountains and rivers won't be broken?"

It was only a stream of consciousness that existed outside this battlefield, and he only felt a shock all over his body.

The young man's gaze seemed to see the invisible flowing jade maple.

Liu Yufeng suddenly wanted to pounce, wanting to go up and say a few words to the young man. But he couldn't.

I saw the young man under the banner of the gate, turned around and looked at the pass, and pointed the silver spear and silver spear at the white horse in the pass:

"The city is here, the white horse is here! the city is broken, the white horse is dead!"

Like a line of white waves surging into the depths of the wild sand, the white horse was killed. only fell into one voice: "And the state white horse, really every hero." "Ringing beside the corpse.

A black-armored warrior picked off the last white horse, his face was as blue as iron, stared at the white armor on the ground for a moment, and said to the left and right:

"It is rare for the southerners to have such brave people. It was decreed that the armies were not allowed to cut off their heads and count their merits, and the bodies of heroes should not be humiliated, and the whole body should be kept. ”

The white horse standing beside Liuyufeng on the Tianshan Mountain was drunk, and suddenly found that Liuyufeng had sweat overflowing on his forehead. I was shocked, could it be that this young master of Jinling, who was already like a dead man, didn't really die?

Hurriedly asked the woman who was shaking the feather fan, "This... What's going on? He's not dead?"

The woman smiled lightly, as if she had expected such a scene to happen: "His life and death are decided by himself, and no one can control it." ”

Jian Zhizhi's face also changed, and he stepped forward to look at Liu Yufeng carefully. Seeing the sudden appearance of Liuyu Feng, his heart was full of surprises.

Bai Ma drunk heard the woman's astonishing words, and asked, "Since no one can influence him, why does he look like this?"

The woman's expression became a little mysterious, and she smiled: "That's because he is still enlightened, and he is still on the path he should take." ”

Bai Ma looked at him drunken for a moment, and muttered for a while: "You just asked me to pour those two memories into his mind, just to help him open his mind?"

The woman waved her feather fan and turned to the side: "Not bad." ”

Bai Ma looked at the woman's graceful back: "Why do you want to use your and my memories to help him open his mind?"

"Because of chance, everything pays attention to chance. ”

"Chance?" Bai Ma's intoxicated confusion added another layer: "What chance?"

"Chances similar to the path he was going to take. ”

"His path is similar to the path you and I will take?"

The mystery in the woman's smile intensified, and she turned around the white horse's drunken body for half a turn, and said half-mysteriously and half-charmingly: "It is not close to the road I want to take, but it coincides with the road you want to take." ”

White Horse's drunken mood fluctuated secretly. The road she wants to take is the Cangsheng Avenue that regards the world as her own responsibility, and what kind of road is the road that this Jinling young master who only hears her name and sees her people takes?

From Yan Ruyu's mouth, Bai Ma drunk had a little understanding of the character of this young master of Jinling. According to this understanding, Bai Ma Zui has seen that if this young master of Jinling survives, he will definitely be a person who stands up to the sky and the earth afterwards, and he will make a great achievement.

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Ma couldn't help but start to think about Yufeng's life and death. After all, there are too few people who can coincide with him, not to mention that this young master of Jinling is still the innate Dao heart that countless people envy?

"And when will he wake up?"

The woman who went around to the side of Bai Ma Zui stretched out her hand, put her hand on Bai Ma Zui's shoulder, and pressed Bai Ma Zui in the crook of her arm, and said with a smile: "It depends on his own understanding, if he understands quickly, but in three or five days, if he understands slowly, it is possible in three or five years." ”

The white horse, leaning against the crook of the woman's arm, was drunk and his heart beat faster.

The woman didn't control the white horse drunk like just now, but the white horse drunk didn't struggle, just said in a little panic: "You... You... Can you please stop moving..."

The woman caressed the cheeks of the white horse drunk with the back of her fingers, and gently touched the white horse drunk like a man: "You are my woman, you should be eager to be used by me, why don't you let me use your hands and feet?"

The white horse drunk couldn't accept the woman's appearance, left the woman's arm, and stood to the side: "You... Don't talk nonsense, it's not what you say it is..."

The woman covered her lips and smiled, "Yes, then I'll let the facts turn out as you imagined..."

At the beginning of the sword, he saw that Liu Yufeng had signs of recovery, and he had been staring at Liu Yufeng motionlessly. The hope that had been extinguished in my heart was rekindled.

Bai Ma Zui had only heard the story of the Jinling Yu clan from his father and others, and he also knew nothing about Liu Yufeng, the young master of Jinling, and he didn't realize how different Liu Yufeng was from ordinary people.

But the beginning of the sword knew. It can only be imagined from the fact that the Son of Heaven did not hesitate to destroy his oath and wanted to accept Yufeng as an apprentice.

At the beginning of the sword, it was just strange what kind of memory was the memory that the white horse drunk passed into Liu Yufeng's mind. That memory can really enlighten Liu Yufeng's Dao heart and make Liu Yufeng enlighten?

The white horse, who was used as air at the beginning of the sword, was drunk and was held in the crook of the woman's arm, and the white horse was drunk and desperately pressed the hand that was wandering around on his body, and said in a panic: "You... Don't mess around..."

The woman kissed Bai Ma's drunken forehead, and asked softly, "Then do you admit that it is my woman?"

The white horse was drunk and couldn't stop beating. I knew that if I didn't rely on this woman, this woman would definitely not give up, and it might even make what happened just now worse, but if I relied on this woman, that somewhat explicit sentence made Bai Ma drunk and uncomfortable.

She never thought about marrying a wife, husband and children. What's more, for a woman, even if it's just a verbal statement, it's hard for her to do it perfunctory.

She had no choice but to pretend to be obedient and whispered, "You and I have only known each other for half an hour, I don't even know who you are, and you have a daughter of that age... Why don't you give me a little time to think about it? This kind of thing is not something that can be said if you want to. ”

The woman seemed to think that what Bai Ma was drunk and said was reasonable, and asked with a smile, "Then how long do you want to think about it?"

"At least for a year or two. ”

The woman's eyes twitched, "Huh?"

Bai Ma drunk and hurriedly changed his words: "Half a year?"

"No, I can't. ”

"Three months?"

"Thinking about it. ”

"A month. ”

"I'm giving you a chance. ”

...

The city pass that appeared in Liuyufeng's mind, and the enemies poured in like black clouds. The white horse guarding the gate is dead.

The young man who was originally standing under the banner of Jing guarded the pass alone, covered in blood. At this moment, he has become a headless general.

The headless general who lost his head was like a madman. It's just that the body still hasn't fallen, and it's still killing with guns.

Blood flowed from the feet of the killed, and the corpses piled up under the city gates.

Liu Yufeng, who only had a trace of consciousness, looked at the headless general who turned into a killing god under the city pass, and he didn't feel terrified at all. Shang is anxious and hateful.

Hate that he was imprisoned by the voice in the dream, unable to wake up, and hated that he could only watch, powerless to help.

Liu Yufeng looked at the blood-red sky in front of him, turning from dark to black at the city pass, and from black to dark. It seems to symbolize the darkness and dawn of the sky.

After three changes, the young man-turned-headless general finally collapsed on the mountain of corpses.

The black cavalry outside the pass did not dare to step forward for a long time, until they were sure that the headless general was dead, and then slowly pressed the city.

Black clouds crush the city. Black clouds crush the city.

The armor light on the city gate has long since disappeared, and the golden-scaled white horses have all been buried in the loess. This city, which carries countless prestige engraved with the land of the Han family, will eventually be broken...

If Liu Yufeng, who only existed in his consciousness, still had a body, then he would have burst into tears by now.

He has promised many times that those who give up their lives will not cry or bow their heads. But seeing this scene, he couldn't help it no matter what.

This is the hatred of the family and the country!

This is a shame for the Han people!

When has this land, with such a heroic lord as Emperor Qin and Han Wu, been destroyed?

I'm glad that this is only a scene that only appears in consciousness, but why does this scene appear inexplicably? Is it really just for no reason?

In the panic of Liu Yufeng, the black riders who had already entered the gate of the city pass suddenly flew out of the door.

Immediately afterward, another white wave came out of the city gate like lightning.

Looking at this white horse like a white wave, the flowing jade maple in his consciousness was indistinguishable from surprise and joy. I felt that the pain and helplessness that I couldn't let go of became more and more unbearable.

I had to moan with tears in my consciousness: "How squeamish the white horse is galloping, and the song is dead in Yanmen..."