Boundless smoke and dust rose everywhere, covering the thousands of curtains outside the city, and a mess covered the twilight morning, breaking the sound of sparrows coming out of the nest.

In the sky, a few remnant clouds scattered, and the sky was clear. On the ground, the flags are in chaos, and they are in ruins.

The soldiers panicked, scattered like birds and beasts, and hid in Tibet. There are those who run to a safe place, those who stay in place and don't know what to do, and those who can't see clearly and pierce the bodies of their companions...... At that moment, the defeat was like a mountain, and they pushed and shoved their companions, trampled on them, and killed their companions. The light of swords and swords, the sound of horns and drums, and the bleeding and drifting oars, at this moment, evolved into a self-trampling between companions, a competition for life and death.

In order to escape this appalling strange wind, and also to live, they did not hesitate to put the lives of their companions behind their selfishness.

The golden drum was strict in front of the day, and the military flag that fell to the ground after throwing away the armor. As the gusts of wind swept by, another puff of smoke and dust rolled up, and they all drifted away and buried on this thrilling battlefield.

A tragic picture was presented in front of Li Wangchen, seeing him squint his eyes, shake his head and smile bitterly.

This is human nature. In dangerous situations, people often choose to lose their faith and protect their lives that are not worth mentioning. Behind Chen Guo's tranquility, there is their obscurity and dedication to defend the country. People cheered them and thanked them. But who can know that in the strict military law of Chen Guo, they are slaves from forced labor, and when facing a huge crisis, most of them will show their true colors and push out their companions to block the knife, more and more people are drowning in this race with the same wind, and their helpless eyes are reflected at this moment with the indifferent faces of their companions.

People can't lose their selfish nature, let alone their selfish nature.

It's ridiculous, they are both hateful and pitiful, the new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, and the dignitaries are the low-level people.

If it weren't for the conscription, how many people would sacrifice their lives to serve the country loyally?

Look at the great wind, open its bloody mouth, and constantly suck at the corpses of the dead soldiers on the ground, letting out a terrifying and pleasant roar.

The morning sun was so gentle, but the moment it opened its eyes from the middle of the mountain, it was blood-red.

Around Xue Pingzhi, there were about 10,000 soldiers holding shields, bows and spears, looking at the oncoming wind, like a bucket of thick winds, full of panic. Fear, they had the idea of retreating. The closer the wind came closer, the more they could feel the power of nature, the irresistible fear that drained into the depths of their souls.

They gradually moved their steps, step by step, and when they saw that the strong wind had reached them, they flew into the sky wrapped in their companions, and were so frightened that they dropped their weapons, turned their heads, and ran backwards.

But such a struggle only made the army more confused, and the wind that covered the sky and the sun still blew into their camp, and many soldiers were carried into the air by the wind, and fell to the ground, spurting blood from their mouths, dead and wounded.

Xue Pingzhi's face was hideous, he couldn't sit still at the moment, he didn't care about the injuries all over his body, jumped off the chariot with his sword, and cut off the head of an escaped soldier in the air, the red blood sprayed his face, he lifted the soldier's head, and roared angrily: "Array, array! If anyone takes another step back, there will be no mercy!"

Xue Pingzhi used this method of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, holding the head of the retreating soldier in his hand to intimidate this group of soldiers who were holding their heads and scurrying.

Immediately, many soldiers were so frightened that they stopped, hurriedly put their shields on the ground, gritted their teeth, and resisted the incoming wind. But at this time, morale was low, the morale of the army was broken, and the chaos was unbearable, and Xue Pingzhi's death order only slowed down the pace of retreat of most of the soldiers.

As a last resort, he could only order the army to retreat a mile back, avoiding the heart of the gale!

Li Wangchen's body kept groping forward in the turbulent wind, slippery like a nimble loach. Xue Pingzhi's army had collapsed, and he didn't spend much effort to capture Xue Pingzhi's figure behind the smoke and dust in the chaotic army. However, there are still tens of thousands of troops there, turning shields into the ground, leaning closely together, waiting for the battle, and are struggling to resist the wind sweeping in the sky.

Li Wangchen didn't hesitate, summoned the sword and flew out, standing alone on the frost sword, and shot straight towards Xue Pingzhi.

Luo Yu stood in mid-air, the blood-red sunlight shining through, and there was still no blood on her face. I thought that death was inevitable, but now, it has turned into an extremely tragic slaughter. All this greatly surprised her!

She didn't think that the Yuehua Trick she had displayed would actually cause most of the 100,000 troops to kill each other. Although their deaths did not come from her hand, all these causes and consequences were caused by her.

Where the eyes are delivered, the west wind is shining, the wind is bleak and the rain is full of devastation.

The corpses are bloody, and the blood flows Kawahara Dan.

She couldn't help but close her eyes, and drops of crystal tears continued to flow down the corners of the eyes of this innocent and simple girl.

She didn't know when she put away her Dao technique, and stood in mid-air in a daze, her red eyes dotted with deep guilt, unbearable and unspeakable pain. The cloud-white clothes were slightly covered with a golden luster under the soft sunlight, and her body was shaking strongly, looking shaky.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and almost more than half of the soldiers in the 100,000 army were completely chaotic under the Yuehua decision she unfolded, and no one knew how many tens of thousands of corpses fell to the ground.

Her heart hurts!

She killed a lot of innocent people, and after realizing it, she could no longer face this tragic scene, and her heart was once again wounded, and even her will almost collapsed.

The blood is not cold, the sky is dawn!

The red sun scorched the cruel land, and the smell of blood filled the sky, covering the fresh morning air and turning it into a hellish stench.

Tears kept sliding down, sliding down her cheeks from her pale and bloodless jade face, wetting her white shirt. This tragic battlefield is a crime created by her own hands, how can she forgive her mistakes, at this moment it is so painful that she can't help herself, and she looks up to the sky and spurts out a mouthful of blood.

The slender body, like a goose falling on the flat sand, fell straight to the ground.

The unreal waning moon in the sky flashed, and at the same time as Luo Yu fell, it turned into a streamer and drilled into her hand.

At this moment, Li Wangchen had already penetrated into the tens of thousands of troops, and the green shirt covered with blood had been cut by weapons, and it was already in tatters. But he didn't care at all, taking advantage of the confusion of the enemy's army was the best opportunity to kill Xue Pingzhi. He stood on the frost sword, his breath was long, and he looked at Xue Pingzhi from afar, with hatred in his eyes, and he didn't find Luo Yu who had fallen.

There are fewer confidants in the wine, and he Li Wangchen is also making friends when he is making wine, and when Xue Ping's order is returned to Yun Erlao to kill Huang Yanchao, Xue Pingzhi is destined to die in his hands.

"Li Wangchen, something is wrong, something happened to that little girl!"

Ah Jiu grabbed Li Wangchen's clothes, and his snow-white hair was stained with scarlet blood, which made him disgusted tightly. At this moment, seeing the falling shadow behind him, he raised his paw and grabbed Li Wangchen's ear, and he didn't see any anxious look, just stared at Li Wangchen and said slowly, as if he was testing Li Wangchen's reaction.

Li Wangchen, who stepped on the sword, was stunned, kicked the frost sword away, turned back in the air, and hugged this soft and boneless body in time when Luo Yu was about to fall to the ground.

The Frost Sword made a piercing sound in the air and deflected. Scratching on dozens of shields standing on the ground, there was a burst of shining sparks, and the soldiers with shields flew backwards, and then plunged into the ground, leaving only half of the hilt of the sword, still bare on the surface.

"Girl, girl!"

Li Wangchen hugged Luo Yu and fell to the ground, holding her arms with both hands, pillowed on his thighs, his eyes were red, and he shouted anxiously.

"I don't see you caring about me so much!"

Ah Jiu showed an anxious expression on Li Wangchen's face, always a little sad, glanced at the pale Luo Yu, angrily pursed his small mouth, hugged his paws, and muttered to himself: "Where is she looking good?"

Luo Yu still had two tear stains on his face, feeling Li Wangchen's call, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Li Wangchen, his lips opened, he couldn't lift a trace of strength, his face was full of sadness and remorse, and he whispered: "Li Wangchen, I'm so tired, I want to sleep well!"

After saying a word, she closed her eyes again and passed out completely.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you fight with me!"

How could Li Wuchen not see through it, Luo Yu was kind by nature and couldn't bear to kill for no reason. Probably because of this bloody massacre, she felt deep self-reproach and remorse, and that heart of pity for all beings suffered a blow that she had never felt before.

The smoke and dust on the bleak battlefield gradually dissipated, and the surviving soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and raised their heads happily, looking at this bleak land, and the two figures that fell to the ground not far in front of them and no longer moved, and the fear in their hearts was finally buried.

On the chariot, Xue Pingzhi, who had just stabilized the morale of the army, was constantly wiping the blood on his face, and the expression on his face was gloomy.

Except for Li Wangchen, who killed thousands of people with his sword technique, almost 20,000 fell under his hand-to-hand combat and could not fight again. Coupled with Luo Yu's Yuehua Jue, almost half of the soldiers were killed or wounded, which is not a small number, if it reaches the ears of Emperor Zhao, he Xue Pingzhi may be in a catastrophe. However, since he dared to send this 100,000 army to Wuyi City, he never thought of being afraid of Emperor Zhao, because soon after, his Xue family must be the king of this territory.

Luo Yu and Li Wangchen's strength was indeed beyond his expectations, and he was sure that the second elder Guiyun had died in the hands of these two people, but this was not a bad thing for him.

He even thanked Li Wangchen and Luo Yu for helping him get rid of such an unstable scourge.

The strong wind on the ground had dissipated, Luo Yu fell into the air and passed out, while Li Wangchen was already exhausted and probably couldn't hold on for long. Now, it is the best time to kill the two of them, and then, let the remaining 30,000 iron horsemen step on them, so as to vent their hatred.

"All the soldiers listen to the order, these two gangsters are at the end of their rope! They have killed tens of thousands of my soldiers, this hatred is not shared, the whole army is ready, rush, kill them for me!"

The sword pointed to the sky, and the chariot under his feet was dragged by the three war horses, and rushed towards Li Wangchen and Luo Yu in an orderly manner with an army of 30,000. The war drums beat, the hearts of the people were peaceful, the battle flag embroidered with the word "Xue" was raised high, in the morning light, facing the sun's rays, the morale of 30,000 soldiers was ignited again.

The battlefield is back in flames, and this is a battle that is not over yet.

Li Wangchen lowered his head and grabbed Luo Yu's cold hand, and then glanced at the soldiers who rushed behind him, and his eyes shot out a murderous light again. He ripped off his belt, tied the unconscious Luo Yu to his back, and stood up alone, his thin figure was alone, standing on this bleak battlefield, resolutely facing the 30,000 army that rushed towards him.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and looked up at the red sun shining on the red earth, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Here comes the sword!"

He held out his hand to summon. In the midst of the ten thousand armies, a three-foot green blade, suddenly shaking the sword body, flew out from under the land, emitted a brilliant light, and fell into his hand.

At that moment, he seemed to be heaven!

A sword roar sounded, and the dawn morning light shone on this devastated land, and the distant mountain peaks lingered with a faint layer of mist, which was not too real.

The army that received the sky pressed up, and Li Wangchen held his sword to face the wind, and the momentum was magnificent.

"There are 30 million sword immortals in the sky, and they all bow their eyebrows when they see me. What about the army of 30,000 mortals, I have a sword, which can cut reincarnation and break immortality!"

Luo Yu, who was unconscious on his back, twisted the trick in one hand, held the sword in the other, his steps unfolded, his wrist flicked, and ten thousand swords flew together, surrounding him, firmly protecting Luo Yu's body.

The green silk hung down on Li Wangchen's face, and the tip of his nose smelled a burst of fragrance, and the itchy feeling filled his heart, making the lake-like gentleness in his eyes turn into light clouds flowing arbitrarily.