After one night, there are thousands of corpses, but the struggle still continues.

The sky will be clear, and some poor people fall to the ground and die violently, but the fighting is still tragic.

The soldiers of Tianyandu were exhausted, and the gap in numbers was like an unbridgeable chasm, separating life and death, and forcing themselves to the shore of death.

Yan Lingchuan didn't come back.

Su Hu didn't come back either.

Now everyone is an overwhelmed camel, and the only support is the leaders of both sides. Those who come back are the best testimony to boosting morale. Those who do not come back are the last straw that crushes the camel.

They waited, they looked forward to it, it seemed that they were looking forward to the lady in the boudoir who was waiting for the king's return, it seemed to be the prince Dan who was sluggish, and they were hoping for the assassin warrior who would succeed and die.

It's just that no one came back.

It was a young boy with a young face, on the battlefield, without armor or soldiers, walking in a gray daze, drenched in the rising sun, pacing in the chaos of the army, ignoring the splattered blood mist, ignoring the body that fell to the ground, ignoring the flying organs.

In the wrong box.

Someone was red-eyed, roaring, and after killing one person desperately, he didn't stop, holding a spear, and struck at this dazzling alien again.

The young man's brows frowned slightly, slightly dissatisfied, his good-looking eyes swayed, and his pupils swayed. The body of the person who came trembled when he landed, as if he had hit some heavy object and stopped, the blood on his face rose and turned into the color of pig liver in a blink of an eye, and he held the spear in both hands and retracted it tightly in front of his chest, hideous, and involuntarily retreated backwards, as if he had seen a ghost.

He took only a few steps back, fell to the ground, and was out of breath.

It's ridiculous to say, it's scary.

This immature boy saw the death of a strong man who had been through the battlefield at a glance.

It's just that everyone is tired of working hard, and no one pays attention to this ghostly move.

Of course, there were repeated warnings from the master not to attract too much attention, so he did not reveal too shocking supernatural cultivation, but only carefully looked for the figure of the gun-wielding man in the chaotic army.

There were also red-eyed people, wielding swords. The boy dodged sideways, snatching the knife in the man's terrified expression. In desperation, the sword shimmered and fell to the ground.

The young man killed people, but he didn't see any discomfort, and if he crushed an ant to death, he did something that was not enough to worry about. Think about it a little, and if you can't find it, you don't need to be in a hurry. The man with the gun is a native of Tianyandu, and he will kill the people of Tianyandu, and there will always be a time to meet.

With a single blow, one of them fell to the ground, blood splattered. I don't see the young man's heart waves.

Those who have entered the Tao have a clear understanding of their thoughts, and they are very different from the world in terms of physical fitness. Entering the Tao is the first realm of cultivation, writing inscriptions.

Written inscribed, divided into 49 layers. Forty-nine is the number of poles, which is the pole of force and the pole of the Tao. This realm is the cornerstone, and it is mainly based on tempering, refining the body, refining qi, and refining the heart. Therefore, there is bluestone refining, tempering the will and refining the body, in order to achieve the goal.

In other words, the more experience you have, the stronger your writing becomes. Therefore, there are those talented and amazing materials, and there must always be someone who is not satisfied with the tempering of bluestone refining and brings down the worldly experience.

But there are always two sides to things, the deeper the cause and effect, if it is difficult to extricate yourself, you will have demons in your heart, and you will fall into the Dao heart.

So in this realm, in this most basic realm, I don't know how many geniuses with vast ambitions have been planted.

Peng Sui was naturally full of expectations for high hardships, so he took him down to the world and experienced it.

In the chaotic army, the swords and swords were noisy, there were screams, wails, bone cracks, and blood sprays, but there were vaguely two teenagers standing out from the crowd, and they were very brave. Su Hujun naturally realized that he was not familiar with the young strong man, and hoped that he could block the similarly old leader on the opposite side, and intentionally or unintentionally give up a way. The same is true of the Tianyan Army, in the chaotic battle, invisible, everyone has a tacit understanding that they will no longer provoke the two.

Feeling, the two stood upright and looked at each other, their eyes touching.

So, in front of Tianyan Capital, there were teenagers who saw teenagers.

Gao Jian sneered, stopped in place, and saw Mu Chenhao walking with a gun. looked at Mu Chenhao who walked in front of him, and looked at Mu Chenhao's embarrassed appearance at the moment. Bloodstained mud was mixed with his clothes, and his breathing was rapid but steady. Suddenly, the boy's brow furrowed. It turned out that Mu Chenhao was a little taller than the boy, so when the two looked at each other, the boy needed to raise his head slightly, and Mu Chenhao had to bow his head.

In the distance, a man watched silently, and then sighed lightly, he had indeed been proud of the sky for a long time, and he thought that he was invincible in the world, and his child's heart was exposed.

I just wanted to take advantage of this time to come down the mountain, temper my mind, and strengthen my Dao heart, but the rebel turned around and ran back, thinking of this, the man was angry, and snorted heavily.

The wolf smoke is mixed with the coarse sun, black and yellow. Gao Jian's body suddenly blurred for a moment, Mu Chenhao only felt that there was a wind blowing on his face, and his abdomen was subjected to a huge force, and he couldn't bear to fly out upside down.

Mu Chenhao's body rubbed the ground, drawing a not shallow ravine, and threw out bursts of dust, until a few zhang came to a halt.

Wars never stop because of someone. The battle continued, and Su Hujun was naturally happy to see that someone could stop this formidable young general of Tianyan.

What's even more obvious is that the unfamiliar face, equally childish and terrifying.

"Is the gun in your hand an ornament?" Gao Jian scoffed and mocked. Mu Chenhao was silent, shaking his sore arm, because it was the reason for the night attack, Mu Chenhao did not put on armor, but was dressed in plain clothes, dusty and bloody.

However, Mu Chenhao's eyes were still amazingly bright, facing the rising sun, without falling the slightest.

Standing up, Mu Chenhao waved his spear lightly: "Come." "No one bothered the two, they were too busy fighting to care about this.

"Oh, pawn. Gao Yan moved, without the speed and strength that ordinary people should have, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Mu Chenhao's body, leaned forward, clenched his fist and hooked it, pointing directly at Mu Chenhao's throat.

Crisp golden sound, Mu Chenhao didn't know when the gun in his hand had arrived, and when the gun body met with the meat fist, it actually made a crisp sound. At the same time, Mu Chenhao's left knee was lifted and met Gao Yan's exposed lower abdomen.

Closing his fist, Gao Jian had the arrogance of an immortal in his heart, and he didn't want to retreat, so he pressed down with both hands and resisted a hard knee blow. The silver light surged, slashing towards the difficult door, and the moves were coherent, leaving no trace of rest.

Hidden angry, Gao Jian was a little embarrassed by this busy offensive, a mortal struggling in the world. Moments before the spear smashed into his head, one hand grasped the neck of the spear.

Mu Chenhao was slightly surprised, sluggish and fleeting, but he was caught by Gao Jian for a difficult flaw. Pressed the neck of the gun, the tip of the gun went to the ground, Gao Yan supported it with the gun, jumped up, and kicked Mu Chenhao's head with a strong curl knee.

Not as good as Mu Chenhao to let go of the silver spear, Gao Jian seemed to be faster, but in the blink of an eye, the accumulated feet were already head-on. didn't have time to react, this kick had already smashed firmly on Mu Chenhao's face, like a dead leaf in the wind, Mu Chenhao's body was immediately hugged by the huge force and flew out, and then fell to the ground fiercely, scratching a scratch, and there was no movement.

Gao Yan retracted his feet, his heart was stable, looking at Mu Chenhao who was motionless, the corners of his mouth were hooked, as if he had done something insignificant, and completely threw his hands and feet behind him.

This kick didn't kick his skull into powder.

Peng Sui, who was far away, didn't see any expression, just watched quietly, because this was really a trivial matter, and what he wanted to see was to know what his disciple wanted to do next.

Is it to leave, or, to kill.

Although Gao Jian knew that the master was watching him, he didn't know what the master was thinking, he looked down at his hand, and shook it lightly a few times, feeling that it contained inexhaustible strength. From time to time, his mind roared, and his blood surged, and he watched his hands tremble inaudibly.

In the mortal world, this trip has come to the right place.

Gao Yan was stunned for a moment, or thought for a moment. Suddenly leaned over and picked up the short knife that I didn't know which unlucky ghost had thrown away his life, looked at the soldiers fighting around, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and he smiled happily. Tear off the disguise, this time, just follow your own heart, since the master is not visible, it is acquiescing to what he has done.

It's such a mess, I'll do a good deed, let's end it.

That's what you think, that's what you have to do. Gao Jian carried a short knife and walked straight towards the nearest person. Step by step, life came.

"Alas. ”

A soft sigh, filled with endless disappointment. The expectation in Peng Sui's eyes is no longer there. Just as he was about to move forward, his eyes suddenly widened, and he was slightly surprised: "This ......"

Before he could say anything more that surprised him, a figure appeared behind him: "Don't worry, the play is not over yet." ”

Peng Sui was undecided, and was almost jumped up by the sudden voice behind him, the immortal Daoist is naturally the most important himself, he is a hundred miles away from Tianyan Capital, and his breath is hidden without leaking the slightest. Peng Sui would not be surprised that this person could find himself, but this person appeared behind him without a breath, which was really a little terrifying.

"Ling Xu's four generations of family traditions, the chief Peng Hong of the third peak, actually only has Ningyan cultivation, and when he says it, I'm afraid it won't make people laugh off their big teeth. Or is it that today's Ling Xuan has become a nest of rotten dogs and chickens, and he has to live a mixed life. ”

One hand pressed on the back of Peng Sui's neck, and his weak strength was like falling into an ice cave, and with Peng Sui's ability, he couldn't move the slightest. Don't say that you are frightened, you are already shocked at this time, in this world, there are still such masters, and they know their own sect well.

But all the doubts could not be spoken, because Peng Sui was so pressed by that hand that he couldn't even move a finger.

That hand only needs to exert a slight force at this time, and far away on the third peak of Ling Xu, Peng Sui's life card will burst open and lose its luster, in other words, Peng Sui's death.

Peng Sui recognized death, and in extreme horror, he greeted the power poured by that hand. It's just that Peng Sui waited for a long time, and his hand never moved.

I didn't have a chance to wonder about anything, and I heard a lazy voice in my ear: "What are you afraid of, you can't die, look at it slowly, there will be no less surprises, and they will not be smaller than the things you are surprised about now." ”

Peng Sui looked at it, Tianyandu was wielding a knife with great difficulty, his hand was up and down, and some soldiers fell to the ground, which was irresistible.

The ground that was covered by dust, Mu Chenhao's hand, the left hand that did not let go, the snow-bright silver spear, did not see the dust falling, and there was no dirt