Twin sons, with the same roots, often have a heart.

"Ah Jian!" a middle-aged man with a face almost no different from Ah Jian, suddenly roared miserably. It was his twin brother, Ah Wei in Eight Eyes. He and Wu Chuanzu, the elder of the Salt Gang, were fighting to the heart, when he suddenly felt a chill from his neck, and his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly attacked with a sword to force the opponent back, and then a "carp jump" jumped out of the battle circle. Following the prestige, I saw that Ah Jian's head was cut off by a long and ruthless claw.

Seeing this scene, Ah Wei was stunned, and felt as if a force was pulling away from the vitality in his body. There was only one thought left in his mind, the only thought: to kill the man in black in the cloak in front of him.

The move is intentional, the killing machine is heavy, and the sword move will be ruthless. Ah Wei kicked his feet, and flew out like an arrow with a sword in his sideways, and went straight for a long time ruthlessly, and there was a momentum that a thousand mountains could not be taken care of.

Hanging Moon is worthy of the top master, although he finally fell under the joint attack of the eight masters of the Nine Palaces, he also seriously injured the blood droplets, the four people who were bitter, bent and unscreaming, and cut off the worries. After a long period of ruthlessness, he besieged Hanging Moon with Bodhicitta and Blood Droplets, and after a long battle, not only did he consume a lot of physical strength, but he was also injured lightly, and his right calf was also swept by him, and his tendons and muscles were damaged, and his movement was already very inconvenient. Because of this, he came to attack Xia Muren.

If you put it on Xiangbo, you will be ruthless for a long time and your feet will be slow, and you will obviously not be the enemy of Ah Jian. The reason why Ah Jian died was really because Xia Muren's life hung by a thread, and he couldn't think of a more secure way for a while except to resist by his example. He knew that it was difficult to live, and when he was dying, he could not defend with a sword, and he almost pierced the shoulder blade that had been ruthless for a long time.

"Huh~~" A figure came straight through, the momentum was fast and tricky, and he had no desire to avoid the left for a long time, but he couldn't use his right foot. The white blade was already in front of him, and he had to be ruthless for a long time, so he had to charge up and stretch out the ghost hand to block.

"Bang!" the two soldiers collided together. After all, Ah Wei was volleyed in the air, and he couldn't use his strength, and he was pushed more than three feet away. He was ruthless for a long time and didn't love to fight, so he turned around and wanted to hide beside the Demon Slayer.

At this time, in addition to the lack of body, the Demon Slayer was not injured at all, and he had the upper hand in the previous fight with Ah Jian. Although he has known Jiu Ruthless for a long time, his feelings are not very deep. However, seeing that he was seriously injured and retreated, he would not die without help. immediately leaned up and went up, trying to block Ah Yan.

After a long time, he walked ruthlessly on tiptoe, and he was about to go around behind the Demon Slayer. "Poof!" a long sword slammed through the back of his neck and pierced his throat, holding him in place. He tried to look down, only to see bright red blood dripping down the tip of his sword.

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On the gentle slope outside the outpost, 10,000 people stood in unison, bowing their heads to the north.

The sun rises and the earth returns to light, which is a picture full of vitality. However, at this time, in the camp of the white-clothed army, it was as silent as death.

The army of tigers and wolves all has a soul, and Xia Muyang is the soul of the white-clothed army. He died before he fought, making these nearly 10,000 people seem to have lost their souls. Resentment and pain quietly spread among the generals.

The white-clothed army came from Xiahe County, and they walked in a hurry, and they could not prepare all the things, and they did not carry them with them. Xia Muyang was ambushed and died, no one would have thought of it. At this time, a cadre of generals had to wear plain military robes, wrap their heads with belts, and see him off in linen.

Yesterday, when Xia Chengcan led his troops to the narrow path of Pazhou, he saw corpses in a place from a distance. He was so angry that he passed out and fell from his horse, but fortunately it was fine.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in the barracks of the white-clothed army, it was already dark, and there were dense people standing beside him.

"Shizi!"

"Shizi!"

... ...

Seeing him wake up, these people in the tent hurriedly called softly. They did not say anything but call, and did not dare to say anything.

"Father, where's Father?" Xia Chengcan asked eagerly as he propped up his body and looked at the crowd. He still had one last glimmer of hope in his heart, "Maybe my father has broken out of the ambush, or maybe my father is just injured..."

Qiu Tingtai walked to Xia Chengcan's couch, knelt on one knee, clenched his fists and cried bitterly: "Shizi, we are a step late! Lord He..."

The last glimmer of hope has also been shattered, and Xia Chengcan can't even cry.

"Diao Dong'er, I will write a letter to you in a while, you take a team of people to Xiahe County overnight, and be sure to hand it over to Xia Jingyu in person. Even if the capital is overturned, I will definitely seek justice for my father!" Xia Jingyu is Xia Muyang's confidant and deputy general of the white-clothed army, Xia Chengcan is determined to let him drive the 80,000-clothed army to the outskirts of the capital and force Emperor Yonghua to hand over Xia Muyan.

"Yes, the last general will take the order!" Diao Dong'er stepped forward and clenched his fists to lead the order.

"Song Xiaoquan!" Xia Chengcan said again.

"Shizi, my subordinates are here!" a thin man walked from behind the crowd. He is the personal guard of the Zhenwang Mansion and has followed Xia Muyang for more than ten years. Xia Muyang traveled north and left him by Xia Chengcan's side.

"I will write you a letter in a moment, and you will bring a group of people to the capital overnight and hand it over to the princess with your own hands. And told the princess that no one in the capital could be trusted except Xia Jingyu! When he saw the letter, he rushed to the outskirts of the southern part of the city with his dependents, and Xia Jingyu would send someone there to answer him!" Xia Chengcan said coldly. If it weren't for the empress, Liguo Gong, and Hu Xiu'an sending letters one after another, why would Xia Muyang have returned to the north? Why would he have been killed? In Xia Chengcan's mind, these people would not be accomplices, and they could not be believed.

"Yes, Shizi, even if his subordinates die, they will definitely try to deliver the letter to the princess!" Song Xiaoquan replied with tears in his eyes and gritted his teeth.

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Xia Chengcan knelt straight in front of the coffin, his eyes red and his fists purple. Behind him, there were eleven commanders of the white-clothed army who accompanied Xia Muyang on this trip, they were subordinates, and they could only stand and not kneel according to the ceremony.

"Shizi, get up! The weather is hot, close the coffin early, and send the prince back to the capital!" Qiu Tingtai forcibly held back his sobbing and persuaded softly.

Xia Chengcan couldn't control it anymore, two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes, and he nodded lightly. Two thousand men stepped forward and helped him up, one on the left and one on the right.

"Cover... Coffin!" Qiu Tingtai walked to the coffin, touched the coffin with his hand, and roared with all his might, and the trembling sound spread throughout the entire military camp. "Knock... Boom!... Boom!" The war drums rose at the sound of the beating, slowly and heavily, and it was obvious that they were reluctant.

In the midst of a wail, the nine thousand men lifted the lid of the coffin on the side, slowly closed it, and nailed it to death.

"Send... King... Master!" Qiu Tingtai roared again. At this time, his voice was hoarse, his face was flushed, his eyes were full of tears, and his body was twitching gently, showing that the sorrow in his heart was irrepressible.

Nine people leaned on the coffin and lifted the coffin onto the coffin.

"Father!" Xia Chengcan suddenly rushed forward, lay down on the coffin, and shouted loudly.

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