The chaotic fighting under the cliff lasted all night.

When the east showed the whiteness of the fish's belly, all the chaotic battles and gunpowder battlefields gradually faded away, until the surrounding area was the majestic mountains again, and the scene of last night seemed to have never appeared.

Ning Junxi stayed on the cliff for a whole night, saw the cruelty and grandeur of the battlefield with his own eyes, and also saw everything in the distance disperse like a dream.

He was shocked in his heart, and it took him a long time to calm down, guessing that everything under the mountain should be just a projection left by the past battles, but he didn't know when, where, and what happened.

His thoughts turned a few times, and he decided not to leave now, but to stay here one more time.

It's better to come across something interesting on a rare occasion than to scurry around like a headless fly.

Ning Jun took a little sleep, and went down the mountain wall along the rock wall at noon, but the cliff was unexpectedly steep, and it took him a lot of effort to not let himself fall halfway up the mountain.

At the foot of the cliff, Ning Junxi looked up, and saw that the rock wall was inclined inward, expanding to the east in the shape of a trumpet, and it actually formed a natural gramophone valley, in which if there was a little sound, it would return for a long time, and out of the horn mouth, you could see an empty grassland, green grass, surprisingly smooth and vast.

Ning Junxi turned around in the speaker, and it was almost dusk.

Feeling a little tired, he shared some dry food with the mob, and took a nap against the rock wall behind a rock that sheltered him from the wind and sand at the mouth of the trumpet.

There was still a loud thunderclap, and when Ning Junxi opened his eyes, he saw that the scenery of Siye had become desolate and depressed again.

He stood up, walked out of the horn, and heard the sound of the horn in the distance, so he climbed more than ten zhang to the rock wall, to protrude from the rock to cover the shape, and saw that the two armies were still facing each other not far away, but it was very different from yesterday's scene.

For example, between the two armies, there are the remains of the armor left over from last night, but they have all weathered and decayed, and it seems that decades or even centuries have passed overnight.

Another example is that between the two armies, in addition to the elite division, there are also the wounded and sick.

This is the last battle between the two armies!

Ning Junxi was shocked in his heart.

How long did this campaign take?

No, no, even if you can fight for so long, the corpse armor shouldn't be so complete, it seems to be overnight.

Is there such a fleeting number technique in the world?

Or is it a god?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Ning Junxi's mind, and he had already heard the familiar sound of a horn in the distance again.

He turned his head and saw the two armies once again merging like a flood, shouting and killing, screaming, roaring, roaring, and striking each other.

He settled down, and watched the killing in the distance, and there was a stupid thought in his heart.

Whether the strange thing here is a projection or a reality, he is still not completely sure, so he is a little hesitant to try it in the war group.

But he also hesitated, taking risks has never been something he is willing to do, and he is not a very curious person, but this time for some reason, there seems to be something in the dark that he can't let go, this feeling is not good or bad, it just makes him very conflicted, and he wants to leave and stay.

"Is it a blessing or a curse...... Ning Junxi finally gave himself the answer.

Several times he jumped off the rock wall with his strength and rushed through the rolling crowd.

But within ten feet of the battle, he regretted his recklessness.

The horses' hooves rolled, sharp weapons entered, screams, roars, and the sound of gold and iron clashing, deafening, and a suffocating aura of killing came to the face.

Ning Jun took a moment's heck.

A bloody head suddenly flew towards him, and the big eyes of the copper bell were still open, with unwillingness and resentment, as if they were about to stare out of their sockets.

Ning Junxi hurriedly dodged to the side, and a few drops of blood fell on Ning Junci, bright red.

Ning Junxi stretched out his hand and wiped it, and he was shocked in his heart, it turned out to be true, almost the next moment, he was in shape

Suddenly burst back.

However, it was all in vain.

More than 20 people from the two armies galloped on horseback, waving the cold long knife in their hands, and killed Ning Junxi.

Ning Junxi secretly scolded himself in his heart that he was afraid that he would be blinded by lard, so he lifted his breath slightly and walked quickly along the rock wall.

The group was in hot pursuit.

The man at the head of the man touched his toes on the horse's back slightly, raised his head, and slashed at Ning Jun's back.

Warm blood splattered on his face.

Ning Junxi paused, stared coldly at the guy who was killed by his own sword, and then looked around at the more than twenty cavalry who surrounded him instantly.

Although this group of cavalry is not like ordinary people, it is really underestimated to take him down so easily.

Immediately, the military general lifted the iron spear, and with the help of the horse's momentum, he stabbed Ning Jun in the mouth.

Ning Jun leaned back slightly, and when he took a step, he swept back facing the military general sitting on the horse, and his movements could be described as crisp and chic.

The general surged with madness and anger, and directly abandoned the horse, and the spear quickly stabbed through the air with a cold sound.

The spear was menacing, but Ning Junxi held the tip of the spear in a hurry, and suddenly pulled it back, and at the same time that the thunderous momentum of the horse's forward rush forward, the shape jumped up, and stepped on the man's back, and the whole person quickly flew and fell on the war horse.

The war horses all confessed their masters, how could strangers be allowed to trample on them, and suddenly they neighed, jumped up and down.

Ning Junxi didn't expect this, and was a little at a loss for a while.

At this moment, more than a dozen spears pierced in unison.

Ning Junxi jumped up suddenly, and the poor war horse was immediately stabbed into a sieve and fell to the ground with a bang.

Ning Junxi stepped forward quickly, and the soft sword exploded countless sword qi, encircling and suppressing those who were besieging and killing.

Dozens of breaths, full of severed arms and stumps, Ning Jun regretted that there were more than twenty corpses under his feet, and the wind whimpered, crying like a complaint.

Ning Junxi took a breath, it was unexpectedly real, it really caught him off guard.

He looked up at the warband in the distance, the endless crusade continued, and it seemed that it could only be a cruel ending for you to live or die.

Ning Jun shook his head, no longer tried, turned to the direction of the rock wall, ran to the place where he was hiding before, and looked at the battle in the distance, waiting for the dawn slowly.

This battle was extraordinarily long, there were fewer and fewer people standing, their clothes and armor were all wet with blood, and there was a river of blood under their feet, surrounded by mountains of corpses, and the bloody picture made even Ning Junxi's scalp tingle.

Ning Junxi looked up to the east, the sky was still dark, and there was no white fish belly, and the night was extraordinarily long.

Ning Jun looked at it patiently for a long time, and his eyes were sour, and there was no meaning of dawn for a long time.

Ning Junxi stood up suddenly, reacting to something, and his face was slightly ugly.

Although it was not clear what the situation was, he knew that if he guessed correctly, it was his rash intrusion, causing himself to fall into it, and he could not escape, so he could only follow the general trend and flow with the waves.

Ning Junxi reacted, and his intestines were about to repent.

Isn't it good for him to stay there and bask in the sun, why take a risk, this time he took himself in.

"You can only take one step at a time. Ning Jun clenched his fists, sat down slowly, and continued to look at the battle group.

At this moment, several howls were heard in the distance.

Ning Junxi followed the voice and looked over, his eyes couldn't help but stare.

Countless demon beasts came like a wave, and in just a few breaths, they merged into the ranks of the two armies, frantically tearing the armored sergeants on the side.

For a time, there was a lot of sorrow.

Ning Junxi looked at all this condescendingly, and felt more and more interesting about this battle.

As everyone knows, behind the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the Demon Domain, in which there are countless demons with a survival rate, and every once in a while they launch attacks outside the Demon Domain, in order to broaden their own survival field.

And the sword qi is long

The city, according to the books, has been built for more than 2,600 years, originally to resist the demons of the demon domain, and later as most of the people who went to garrison went and did not return, there were fewer and fewer people who volunteered to go to garrison, resulting in the Great Wall of Sword Qi being broken once, and the east city wall was rebuilt for a distance.

In the end, several bigwigs had to come forward to set the rules and turn the Great Wall of Sword Qi into a cage, the Great Wall of Sword Qi will not be broken, and the demons of the Demon Domain will not invade, and the prisoners among them are the group of people who were stationed on the Great Wall of Sword Qi back then but let the Great Wall of Sword Qi be broken.

This is actually a very ironic thing, people volunteered to garrison the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but as a result, they failed to catch it, and they became sinners instead.

In fact, he is nothing more than a scapegoat.

So, assuming that this place is really a heavy tomb, and a large number of demons are pouring into the hinterland, there are only two possibilities.

This battle took place 2,600 years ago, or this battle was the time when the Great Wall of Sword Qi was broken.

However, these two possibilities, Ning Junxi couldn't postpone any meaning, after all, the records in the classics were very small, most of them were brushed aside, and he didn't ask Li Qiubai.

He's just a little strange, General Order, what does it have to do with this?

The battle between the two armies was tragic, and suddenly there was a group of uninvited guests, and it was an unreasonable group of demon beasts, and the result can be imagined.

Even if the two armies turned enemies into friends and supported each other, they were still defeated like a mountain and lost in a mess.

The eyes were soon full of severed limbs and wreckage, and the hideous-looking demon beasts wantonly gnawed at the food, tearing the blood of those who were originally alive into a blur, even if Ning Jun was out of the situation, he still felt a chill in his heart.

The sergeants were left to die or resign themselves to their fate, and the millions of human armies were gradually swallowed up by the endless tide of beasts.

As endless despair swallowed everyone up, a glimmer of white suddenly flashed in the east.

Then, a sword comes east!

Countless demon beasts were instantly stirred into ashes by this sword qi.

Immediately after, a figure swept in.

It was a young man in green clothes, carrying a swordless sheath, and the whole person exuded a generous and peaceful temperament.

He took the long sword back in his hand, and his voice was as calm as his temperament, "Go from where you came!"

As soon as the words fell, the wind rose in the sky, and the wind caused the clouds to roll up, forming a thick whirlpool.

Then, countless demon beasts were swept into the whirlpool.

In just a few breaths, the world is lonely.

The young man stretched slightly, looked around at the man who looked up at him like a god, hooked the corners of his mouth, and played with taste, "It's not my credit alone." ”

No one understood him.

The young man didn't really care, and with a wave of his hand, a light gray token flew out of his hand, floating in the air, emitting a faint halo.

The young man continued, "Come from where you go!"

The light gray token suddenly shone brightly.

Nothing is clear.

"Come back!" the young man exclaimed in the scorching light.

The token light converged in an instant and fell into the hands of the young man.

Siye, whether it is a corpse, a living person or a demon beast, is no longer seen.

The young man flipped the token, glanced in one direction from the corner of his eye, hooked the corner of his lips slightly, and threw it casually.

A flash of light flashed, fell to the top of the mountains, and vanished.

"The future is up to you. The young man suddenly said with some emotion, and then raised his voice, "Goodbye, this world!"

He faded away like a firefly.

A sword clattered to the ground.

The sword groaned, as if screaming.