The Fog Hidden Valley is like a chessboard, and Xun Wei is in the sky layout of Tianjing City, with mental calculation and unintentional;

Xun Yu is in Jincheng and responds to his son, with no intention to have a heart.

Neither of them ever made a personal move, but all the pieces were related to them.

At this moment, they are as expensive as the four saints in the world, as strong as the masters of the heavenly list, and as rich as the six clans of holy water, all of them have helplessly become chess pieces.

One of the two believes in affection, and the other is obsessed with interests.

Regardless of the final result, the courage of the two is truly unparalleled.

The game at the top of Heming Peak that year is called the first game of Yitian;

Now it's the second game of Yitian.

Without feelings, this mountain and river alone is magnificent and makes my generation fascinated.

The withered man pushed open the window, looked at the lake, mountains, long sky, and chaotic clouds outside the window, looked up to the sky and howled, and expressed his chest.

At the corner of the stairs, the scholar covered his ears and looked complaining, "I'm crazy again." Luckily, I don't read much. ”

The fall of both sides in the Fog Hidden Valley is coming to an end.

Yang Qing, Zou He, and Long Jiao outside the valley had no way to take the old fisherman and the big array.

There was a natural stalemate.

The battle in the valley has also entered its final phase.

With the end of the charge of the 1,500 elite soldiers brought by Huang Daxing earlier, 1,500 fresh lives were exchanged for the true yuan of Zhuang Jinju and Kulian, which were consumed, and at the same time, Li Zhichuan was also forced to take action, consuming a lot of true yuan.

When Yuan Wuji, who was summoned into the valley by the yellow fireworks, led the last thousand elites of the Xingtan Army in, Han Feilong said something like this to him.

"Yuan Wuji, your situation would have been clear, and I would have promised you that if you could make a great contribution this time, I would allow you to bring a thousand elite soldiers and act cheaply in Hengyang City. And afterwards, in the future of a splash of wealth, leave a place for you!"

Huang Daxing and Du Ruoyan glanced at each other tacitly, and two thoughts invariably rose in their hearts.

It turns out that the future war against the north is not a rumor;

This kid is now developed!

Du Ruoyan even regretted it a little bit, he didn't learn from Huang Daxing, and this kid was accepted as a righteous son early on.

But it's just a matter of a moment, with his current status, if this kid wants to be on an equal footing with himself, unless he makes miraculous achievements in that war, how can he survive for more than ten years.

It doesn't matter.

Yuan Wuji immediately knelt down, "I will definitely live up to the general's trust!"

After saying that, he took the thousand soldiers and rushed to the Valley of the Heroic Spirit.

Li Zhichuan stood expressionlessly at the mouth of the valley, reaping his life gently and quickly.

Paying attention to the margin of his true yuan at any time, he was thinking about what other off-the-plate tricks Han Feilong could have.

The first 4,000 Guancheng Army, followed by the 4,000 Xingtan Army, and then 1,000 crossbowmen, 1,000 pikemen, and 1,500 infantry, there were already 11,500 troops here.

Outside the Valley of the Heroes, there were already corpses all over the place, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

At this moment, the number of troops in front of me is about a thousand, and there should be no more.

To be on the safe side, Li Zhichuan is still defending in the most economical way.

The team of 1,000 people was divided by Yuan Wuji into 200 people as the advance team.

After these two hundred men were quickly wiped out, Yuan Wuji sent another five hundred.

After these 500 people turned into corpses again, Yuan Wuji, who had sent people to empty the battlefield, could only grit his teeth and lead the troops to charge.

Under his indomitable momentum, the figure of the tall old Taoist priest was getting closer and closer, and he could already see the light of the torch behind him from his indifferent eyes.

For more than ten years, hundreds of family hatreds, a lifetime of glory and wealth, the future of the Yuan family in Hengyang is pinned on his own knife.

"Smack!"

Li Zhichuan swung out a true element, turned it into a palm, and whipped Yuan Wuji out, shattering his entire head into pieces.

The ruthlessness of the world lies in the fact that not every failure will lead to a comeback, and not all prodigal sons can turn back and reshape the situation.

Yuan Wuji's dreams can only be done in the next life