/newmessage.php?tosys=1&title="Southern Song Dynasty Wind and Smoke Road

Chapter Errors/Click here to report

Since the beginning of the world, the world has always regarded the conquest of the peak as greatness and success, and in the end, a larger mountain was built with broken bones, and the main road to the top of the mountain was fought for by deceit, but in the end there was only a glimpse of the small mountains. Where is the fastest update of novels?Please look for Aishang Novel Network biquge.info there is never one more majestic than the mountains, and you can only be trapped in this mountain......

The sound of the drum when the knife and gun touched, Lin Qian seemed to ride alone into the gun forest, allowing this strong feeling to surround him tightly, he knew that once he entered this mountain, it was difficult to escape, he looked along the tip of the gun, looked hard, and saw his own hatred of the blade, no matter how happy he was, he was always inseparable from this majestic mountain - he was just a lucky swordsman who was more than halfway up the mountain, there was no exit, but there was no way back!

Han Zeye calmly watched the hatred knife fall into the vast gun forest without a trace, since the defeat had just been decided, and all the places where the miracle could appear were sealed, and turned his head to look at the golden soldiers playing the drum on the opposite side: Yes, Xue Wuru neither wanted Lin Qian to compete with him, nor did he want to see Lin Qian's kung fu immediately, what he wanted was "within the three-way drum, Lin Qian was defeated"!

Lin Qianshi suffered a great loss of He Ruosong's internal strength, and he was afraid that his body was exhausted if he held the Yuan Shen in one drum and only defended and did not attack, not to mention that his kung fu was not as ......familiar as Xue Wuruo! His subordinates are afraid that they have already abandoned their armor and dragged their soldiers, and then the whole army will be wiped out!

In less than a moment, Lin Qian's body was already weak, and his knife skills were messy, showing signs of being shot. As the war horses continued to change, everyone was dazzled, and they couldn't tell which one was Lin Qian and which one was Xue Wuru, with a gun and a pair of knives left behind......

There were no complicated moves, but it was the fastest battle Lin Qian had ever lost! He insisted on not being defeated, but he heard his snort becoming more and more uneven, and his mood became heavier and heavier. Xue's ruthless spear is like a dragon swimming on the flat ground, swallowing mountains and rivers, if it is said that Lin Qian's knife is a thunderbolt that shook Kyushu, then Xue's ruthless spear is the sea of water that appreciates Qizhou's nine-point smoke, and it is even more boundless than his hatred knife!

I don't know when, a cold stinging pain swept across Lin Qian's arm, and after being hit by the first shot, he couldn't resist the attack of the next shot, and he couldn't bear it with his flesh and blood!

The floating shadows of the white flowers in the afterglow overlapped and flowed rapidly, and his shoulders gradually seemed to be pressed down by two invisible hands, and the hot wind scorched his wounds and scalded his blood—there was no chance of turning defeat into victory. How can this flat boat that has experienced strong winds and rain be able to compete with the waves that encroach on countless huge sails!

But because of the pressure, it was proved that the arms and shoulders were safely stored in his body, and he had not completely failed - Lin Qian was sweating profusely, gave up the attack, and relied on the only remaining strength to mobilize from all corners of his body, while Xue Wuru faced his exhausted self, but he was at ease, like a bamboo!

Lin Qian couldn't say anything, and he couldn't be distracted to think about anything, even if he hadn't participated in the fierce battle with He Ruosong, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to be undefeated in the three drums!

Lin Qian's heart was also full of drums, and the big expenses under his weakness made him extremely anxious, and Han Zeye clearly saw the red blood stains on the tip of the spear, and understood that Lin Qian was still in a dead end after all, and the future was really scattered and dark......

Han Zeye frowned slightly: If I participate in the war, I will definitely be able to help the lord relieve a lot of body, and I can also resist Xue ruthless, killing two birds with one stone, but if I use two enemies and one, it is tantamount to denying the strength of the lord and weakening my own morale, and in this battle, resisting the enemy is fundamentally in these two words - morale!!

At the moment of losing his mind, Han Zeye heard a familiar sound again, and at the same time, Tang Yu screamed, Zeye followed the prestige, and couldn't help it, and also shouted slightly-

He didn't know if his face was pale or gray at that moment, and he didn't know if his eyes revealed the fear in his heart at that time...... He only remembered that he was worried about what a tragic situation would be without Lin Qian in the Short Knife Valley, and when that shot went down, Lin Qian's blood was immediately splashed on the spot, and he died before he could leave the school! The scene he was most afraid of appeared without warning at the moment of the most resistance, his throat was tightened, and he thought too much about what would happen in the future, but no matter which one lacked Lin Qian in the future, it would not be established!

?

What is the end, what is the end, what is the end, what is the grave?!

He has never been so close to collapse and death, and he has never been so desperate and self-abandoned, knowing that it is impossible to win but he is unwilling, unwilling but has no sense of proportion and certainty! He has forgotten who he is, the hesitation and persistence that has been entangled with him all his life, the hateful knife in his hand that is difficult to hold, and every night on the battlefield that he has experienced since he was a child. What sustained him to survive, forgetting the air and moonlight that flowed every night, and the only shadow he cast on the ground, slowly and gradually changed as the years spread......

He didn't understand why this was death, exhaustion, desolation, coldness, helplessness, vulnerability, loneliness, bitterness, hatred...... It turns out that even if he has a long-term plan, no matter how heartwarming his dreams, or no matter how tired and tired he is, no matter how high and dangerous the road, he may still not live to tomorrow, he is still just involuntarily fooled by life and death, he is small, no matter how many enemies he has killed, he is still on the desperate road to be killed, chasing an endless nightmare, he is just a speck of dust in the wind, a piece of gravel in the sand, he drifts away before he has time to discern the direction, and sinks in an instant; he is just a fleeting flame, he dies before he has time to light the night, and his bones are goneHow long has he been on this road? Five years, ten years, and twenty years? I don't know how far away, from the moment he firmly believed, he weakened the boundary between life and death, and no blow could erode his firmness, he loved war madly, and he didn't understand that this kind of gambling was actually empty and arrogant! When he pressed all his whole person, his whole heart, into a desperate fight, why couldn't he just remember his scorching blood, and finally lost to an ordinary spear and an ordinary war knife?!

People have empty shells, and weapons have sharp blades, but people can control weapons, and they are easy to kill in tools. Their group of masters, who take it as their mission to conquer natural dangers, always have to ignore this. In the crowded and noisy history, they were all just fanatics who talked to themselves and admired themselves, and in less than a hundred years, they were completely wiped out.

With the quality of weaker than the grass and trees, compete with the sword and gun, compete with the sun and the moon, compare with the gold and stone, compare with the mountains and rivers, laugh at the life of the rivers and lakes, just shake the tree, the dream of the end of the world is broken, and the soul of the empty soul is enough!

The moment Lin Qianma stumbled, all his heart was filled with fear, fear and cowardice about this sudden death, until he fell to the ground, the catastrophe of destruction came to his face, and the empty twenty-one years passed by with a roar, and no memories rushed into his mind, without the youthful feelings of the three Tai'an brothers when they were married, without the fatherly affection that Chu Jiang revealed before his death, without the loneliness, loneliness and incomprehension in his eyes when Chuan Yu confronted him, and even Yin'er! Maybe he didn't want to think about them......

Only the heart-piercing pain effortlessly occupied his thoughts, he couldn't see whether his chest had been pierced by a gun, but his back could no longer be straightened, the sharp pain spread fiercely on his upper body, surging and accumulating, and the bursting sensation of different degrees of severity cut his head, neck and body hard, the blood and bone marrow were suddenly empty, and the remaining ice after the confrontation with He Ruosong had no time to melt, it had been white-hot to the other extreme, he couldn't understand whether it was pleasure or pain, the entire upper body was solidified into a dry bone brittle frame, and it broke with one blow, and the upper body was too strong, and the legs and feet were almost atrophied, causing him to collapse to the ground weaklyAt that moment, there was no room for a second thought in his heart: Is he still alive? Is he still alive? He has no will or conviction, he has no hope that he will survive, and he does not want to live again...... Is this the end of this life?!

The desolate valley he had entered alone, bewildered him with a devastated path, and on the narrow road that was dark and dark, the vague outlines of distant mountains were left around him, and the sky was not completely dark, but the brightness was getting fainter and weaker, and he was more erratic, and he looked forward to the appearance of a second man, longing for the night to completely drown him so that he could meet the next day, and then in the earth-colored light, he saw the craggy rocks, the flying rocks hanging in the air, the winding ends, and the roads crisscrossing each other, but what he did not have was life. Not even the wind was heard...... No, he is the only one, living in this position in a miserable position, and no one can see him......

There is no boundary, time continues to be depressed, the valley disappears, the stone pierces and resolidates, the boat sinks and floats, the peak of the top sky is cut into a bottomless rift, and the lonely island migrates to the land thousands of miles away...... What is more powerful than nature, more grief-stricken, more powerful than fate, and more alone in a long solitude, unable to escape punishment. The boredom of Wuji, the endless monotony, for thousands of years, the prosperity and killing, the extremes of things must be reversed, the only thing that remains unchanged is that he has always been the only one. The memory is far away, the wind is passing like crying, he doesn't listen to the mayfly's complaints, he doesn't envy Peng Zushou, he just wants to wake up, escape from his nightmare alone, escape from this too real illusory......

The mountains are full of wind and snow, and there is no road to clear.

Behind the cold wind, there are dense clouds filled with lead, pressing so urgently, planning to fly into trouble, life and death, who can really manipulate it?!

Now that he is defeated, he is really unwilling to die, and he does not want to live! There is no love in life, and he will not be blind to death!

Aishang Novel Network would like to thank all book friends for their support biquge.info