The border is magnificent, but the war is sad.

In the early morning of the next day, Nangong Zhicai led everyone to support each other and returned to Hanyuan Pass. The soldiers stood at the head of the city, their expressions solemn, their eyes slightly red.

Yesterday, there were 100 people in the school field, and less than half of them returned.

Ye Hongfeng put his hand on Qiu Di's shoulder, barely stood firm, looked up at this Xiongguan, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

The doubts of the day have been solved tonight. It is said that the sons and daughters in the army value affection, wine and meat, and comrades are brothers in exchange for their lives, and this kind of affection is difficult to experience in the cultivation realm.

He does not regret going north to the border, even if it will cost him his life.

There was an old man on the city wall who was instantly blurred, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of everyone. This old man's name is Silent Dust, and he has cultivated to the upper realm of Yuanying. Lonely Dust was originally a casual cultivator, without a sect or a door, and his relatives had passed away for many years. But such an old man, in the last years of the wind and candle, is willing to go against the will of heaven and go to the border when the country is in trouble, and resist the iron hooves of the barbarians going south for the kingdom of God.

The monk slaughtered mortals, but he would never be rewarded! But he wanted to exchange his own blessings for the health of the mortals of the kingdom of God. This is a great sage who deserves to be respected.

Ye Hongfeng straightened up, then bent down, and everyone behind him also saluted to show their reverence.

Silent Dust raised his hand and hung in the air, and a golden beam of light emanated from his palm and entered everyone's body, turning into a warm current to heal everyone's wounds.

Seeing that everyone's complexion improved, Lonely Dust stroked his beard and smiled: "You are all good sons of the kingdom of God, you dare to fight bloody battles with barbarians, and the old man admires them in his heart." ”

Nangong Zhi stepped forward and bowed to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes. He left his family and came to the border for such a day. He may not have taken it to heart if the ancestor of the clan has such praise for him, but the words of the old man in front of him, who is only in the Yuanying realm, make him grateful. He is like-minded with what he hopes in his heart!

Ye Hongfeng groped for a pill in the storage bag, hesitated for a while and handed it to the old man, and said, "You can swallow this pill, you can prolong your vitality." ”

Silent Chen was a little suspicious of the elixir, and after carefully studying it for a while, he didn't hesitate to swallow it in one gulp. The elixir melted in his mouth, and everyone could clearly see that the pale temples were slowly returning to black, and a vigorous vitality merged into his primordial infant. He highlighted a breath of turbidity, stretched out his hand and patted Ye Hongfeng on the shoulder, with a smile in his eyes.

When he took the pill, he had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him. There are not many people in the world who can take out a high-grade pill casually, and it just so happens that the fifth son of Daoyun, who went to the border in the north recently, is one of them.

Silent Dust did not reveal his identity, but laughed a few times and floated back to the city wall, sat cross-legged and continued to meditate.

Everyone looked at the figure on the city wall, and their hearts were inexplicably much more settled.

......

"Knock...... Knock ......"

The sound of drums came from the sky, resounding through the sky.

After Ye Hongfeng came back that day, he had been meditating and practicing in the barracks, and he did not see the barbarians coming to harass him for several days.

Qiu Di pulled out the knife and put it on his knees, looked indifferently in the direction of Guanwai, and said softly: "It's here." ”

"yes, it's finally here. Ye Hongfeng opened his eyes and responded.

......

When Ye Hongfeng arrived at the city wall, all the monks in the pass were already standing on it. The monks were either cold or panicked, but none of them were absent.

When Nangong Zhi saw him, he walked up to him, handed him two long swords, and said, "Although this sword is not as good as the sword in your hand, let's use it." I see that your sword is not an extraordinary thing, and it is bound to give birth to a sword spirit in the future, and it is contaminated with too much mortal blood at this time, and I am afraid that it will not be good in the future. ”

Ye Hongfeng took the sword, handed it to Qiu Di, and said in a rare and serious manner: "'', don't die, I finally made up my mind to make friends with you." ”

Nangong Zhi waved his hand and said angrily: "What nonsense, Lao Tzu still wants to go to Kyoto to see the girl who knows the water spirit, how can she die young." It's your little body, don't accidentally lose your life. ”

The two of them didn't speak again, but they both knew in their hearts that this time it was probably a dead life.

Ye Hongfeng looked down at the city, and the vast wasteland was filled with the figures of the barbarians, who were wearing black armor, but the armor did not cover the whole body, and most of the place was exposed. This is the innate self-confidence of the barbarians. The clouds in the sky were dim, falling from the zenith, pressing in front of the Hanyuan Pass, making the hoarders in their chests feel depressed, and it was not smooth.

This situation can be described as a black cloud that wants to destroy the city!

The barbarians charged when they were three miles away from the city, and the demon beasts under the seats were galloping, and the earth trembled with every step they fell.

"Put!"

With a shout, the soldiers on the city wall raised their bows and shot downward, and a rain of arrows fell from above, stabbing the brute and ricocheting away, rarely killing him.

"Oil, ignition!"

Another order was given, and the soldiers were divided into two groups, one with oil and one for fire, and the other for bows and arrows. The rain of arrows dragged a long burst of fire into the barbarian camp, and the barbarian rush instantly turned into a sea of fire, and the barbarians wailed and hugged their heads and ran around. The rocket still couldn't pierce their flesh, but the flames could ignite the cloth under their armor.

Ye Hongfeng's face was expressionless, he had already expected such a scene. This is war, and to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

The barbarians did not stop charging, and the monsters galloped, stepping over the charred corpses without the slightest pause.

Ye Hongfeng opened his mouth, felt sick to his stomach, and bent over retching.

In his divine sense, a barbarian was prevented by the corpse from falling from the demon beast and fell to the ground. The army of barbarians behind him still drove the demon beast forward, and trampled the man into a pulp.

What kind of race is this, which values the lives of its fellow people more than their own, and also treats them as if they were a mustard?

When there were only a hundred paces left in the city wall, he took out a spear from his back, threw it hard, and stuck it firmly on the wall.

The barbarians put their hands on the back of the demon beast, jumped high, and stepped on the spears on the city wall step by step to kill the general. In order not to hinder the followers, the demon beasts that they gave up still went straight forward, crashed into the city wall, and turned into pulp.

Silent dust opened his eyes, his robe bulged slightly, and suddenly a gust of wind fell in the nine heavens. The wind slammed into the barbarian who was still in the air, slamming it off the wall and smashing it to the ground. Where the wind had slashed, the spear broke neatly.

Ye Hongfeng looked at the old man's calm posture, yearning for such a realm.

Not far away, the barbarians rushed up again, spears in rows into the walls.

Silent Dust raised his eyes to look at a certain position in the barbarian army, only to see a burly barbarian dressed in coarse linen look up at the city wall, and then grinned lightly.

In the distance, the thick clouds rolled upside down, and there was a natural vision, and several powerful breaths rushed straight into the sky.

In the barbarian army, there are actually five Yuanying monks!