Chapter 315: The East is undefeated

Lin Xuan and Ding Jie hurried overnight, rarely having time to rest.

They passed through a city, and outside the city there was a raging war, murderous, and a mess.

"Bell!

The humming sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and the terrible screams came and went.

Lin Xuan's eyes reflected the bright firelight, which was the spark that was stirred up when the iron weapons collided when people were fighting.

"Who are you two?" A middle-aged man in armor and drenched in blood held a spear, facing Lin Xuan and Ding Jie from afar, his body tense and full of vigilance.

In fact, he had already noticed Lin Xuan and Ding Jie, the two of them were walking around the battlefield with palpitating smiles on their faces, and they looked very conspicuous.

Neither the arrows, nor the blood shed during the battle, nor the aftermath of the battle, could affect them.

Although Lin Xuan and Ding Jie were on the battlefield, they seemed to be outsiders.

This puzzled him, because normal people would not be on the battlefield at this moment.

"Passerby!" Lin Xuan said nonchalantly, even though he knew that the other party would not believe it, he still said this.

"Joke!" the middle-aged man sneered, he took off into the air with a spear in his hand, and came to Lin Xuan in an instant.

The shadow of the gun was heavy, splashing countless droplets of blood, bringing a seeping smell of blood.

The spear fell in the cold wind, turned into a blood python, and pounced on Lin Xuan with its hideous fangs.

"Not bad!" Lin Xuan's eyes condensed slightly, and he exclaimed.

The middle-aged man's marksmanship is wide open and close, straight and straight, not exquisite, but with a momentum, like a tiger descending the mountain, fast and sharp.

But for Lin Xuan, this kind of trick is just good after all, not powerful.

Lin Xuan bent down, picked up a spear from the ground, put it in his hand, and stabbed it forward.

The spear in his hand collided with the middle-aged man's gun, making a buzzing sound that sent out brilliant sparks.

The middle-aged man's pupils in armor shrank suddenly, and he saw Lin Xuan's spear stabbing at him sweeping over the blade in his hand, galloping towards him with unstoppable might

He felt a chill on his back, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he wanted to move his body to avoid Lin Xuan's attack, but he found that he couldn't move at all, as if his whole person was suppressed by a special force.

"No!!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he let out an unwilling roar, his voice full of despair. He felt the breath of death, and he knew that if he allowed the other party's spear to shoot down, he would surely die.

There was a buzz in his mind, and everything from the past came flooding back to him.

At this moment, the world is in an era of rising heroes, and the magnificent story of chivalry and herory is staged.

Energetic teenagers, or wearing cloth shirts, or fancy clothes, holding guns and swords, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes.

There are smiling girls, or combing their buns, or wearing long hair, releasing butterflies, and composing poems.

And he tried his best to run between life and death, just to live better and be famous in the world.

The memories in my heart are like a candle flame, suddenly extinguished, and everything disappears in an instant.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Xuan with an incredulous face, his voice trembled, and he sounded very excited.

A spear that exuded an icy aura rested around his neck, the blade of which was cold, reflecting the slanting sun on the front and facing him on the back. With a little force, the other party can take his life and make him an insignificant corpse.

"Buzz!"

The spear breaks through the air.

Lin Xuan frowned, his face was full of helplessness, and he said softly: "They all say that I am a passerby!"

"Kill!"

At this moment, five or six soldiers had red eyes, and they rushed towards Lin Xuan frantically, holding their halberd swords and attacking.

"Boom!"

Ding Jie flicked his sleeves, bringing up a gust of wind, kicking up the dust in the sky and blowing those people far away.

The disgusting smell of blood flew through the withered trees and over the wailing battlefields in the wind, and into the distance.

"Gone!"

Lin Xuan strode away, walked together with Ding Jie, and walked forward by himself.

They broke into the battlefield, not necessarily doing anything superfluous, just strolling by, but causing the red-eyed person to faint to the ground, leaving behind a scene that made people feel horrified.

"What the hell is going on, who are the two of them, and what kind of martial arts are they using?" a young man gasped, not even knowing that the twin hammers in his hands had fallen to the ground.

"The two of them have no artistic conception around them, no magic implications, logically speaking, this phenomenon cannot occur at all!" An unkempt young man's face turned pale, he looked at Lin Xuan and Ding Jie's distant figures, and found that he didn't know what to say for a while, because any words seemed superfluous.

"Are these two people, or are they ghosts from the underworld of hell?"

"Am I still dreaming?" a large man with a sallow complexion pinched his thigh, grinning in pain.

"I didn't dream!

If you want to give birth to a vision, the warrior's body will be filled with a strong artistic conception, which is like the starlight in the night sky

The two of them obviously just walked by casually and didn't use any tricks, but they created an unbelievable scene.

"Who are they?"

A thin and tall young man with a halberd on his back was full of shock, and even his voice was full of surprise. A scar ran down the corner of his eye and down his neck, making him look terrifying.

Lin Xuan and Ding Jie walked slowly without a trace of dust.

The soldiers who stood beside them seemed to have been hit hard, and one by one they were short of breath, like wheat fields blown down by the wind, and fell to the ground one after another.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the breeze, and the sound was low, but it was like an earth-shattering thunder that echoed in people's hearts.

The twilight was dim, and the remnant sun was like blood.

At this moment, in the eyes of the people, the most thrilling thing is not the sunset, nor the cold wind blowing blood, nor the armies of the two armies, but the two figures that are gradually drifting apart.

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows.

Ancient road west wind thin horse.

Sunset.

People are at the end of the world.

Under the glorious sunset, a white cloud covers half of the sky, and a red cloud occupies the other half of the sky. The red cloud is Lin Xuan's robe that fluctuates with the wind, and the white cloud is Ding Jie's fluttering placket.

Because of their involvement, there was no winner in this war, the side that was supposed to win lost the fruits of victory, and the side that was originally defeated survived.

The soldiers on both sides were full of unwillingness, but more of them were happy for the rest of their lives. For these bloody soldiers, there will never be a winner in the war, only endless killings and heavy sins.

"Who the hell are you?"

on the city walls.

A middle-aged general's heart was full of humiliation, and he felt that his dignity as a human being was trampled under the feet of those two people.

Although he was not convinced, he was helpless, so he roared wildly and asked about the origin of Lin Xuan and Ding Jie.

Originally, victory was within reach for him, and it only took half an hour to win, but because the two of them had to stop for a while, it seemed that there would be no more fighting in the short term.

Therefore, he wants to write down the names of these two people, firmly engrave them in his heart, and if he has the opportunity in the future, he must make them look good and make them regret it.

"If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname......"

Lin Xuan turned around slowly, revealing a lazy bearing, as if the murderous army in front of him was not worth mentioning to him.

He waved his sleeves and said softly: "The sun rises in the east, only I am undefeated, and I am undefeated in the lower east!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, leaving a lonely and gloomy back.

The sound of a cold mountain stream reached everyone's ears through the fishy wind.

After hearing this, the soldiers around them all changed color and their hearts shook

In this world, which one dares to be invincible and which one dares to call it invincible?

Invincibility is a taboo!

The so-called undefeated, the so-called invincible, is just a demon urging life, representing a great trouble!

There are only three people in the world who are truly invincible, one is the Dao Zun who has long been beyond the world, the second is the Qin Emperor who shocked the ancient and modern, and the third is the invincible female swordsman in red.

But even if they are such an existence, they have not taken such a name, how can this young man be able to claim that the East is undefeated?

"The sun rises in the east, only I am undefeated!" A soldier lying in a pool of blood, dealing with his wounds alone, had a sarcastic face, and he sneered: "If you dare to walk the rivers and lakes with such a name, you will definitely not survive tonight!"

"What an arrogant man! What a lawless name!" a young man clenched the blade in his hand, even though his hand oozed countless bright red blood, even if there was a piercing pain, he still did not let go.

He had nothing to do before, and he didn't know what to do, but when he heard the name, his mind suddenly flashed with inspiration.

He wants to be such a person, he must be a master, and he must be admired by all people.

The young man looked up at the sky, his eyes gradually blurred, the sky seemed to be at that time, and the people were like at that time.

Meanwhile.

Ding Jie's eyes flickered, revealing a thoughtful look, and then he turned around slightly, stretched out his right hand, and swept everyone in a lonely tone like snow: "Seek defeat in the West, kill all the enemies and traitors at the age of ten, and defeat all the heroes and heroes." ”

"At the age of thirteen, there is no resistance in the world, woohoo, I can't get an opponent in my life, and I'm embarrassed!"

"Lonely, lonely!"

He sighed again and again, and disappeared into the sunset side by side with Lin Xuan, disappearing into the eyes of everyone, leaving only people looking at each other.

The sky is full of sunshine.

The city sighed and rushed into the sky.

"Say anything, don't change your name, sit or change your surname, these two hidden people don't even dare to report their real names. ”

"What the East is undefeated and what the West seeks defeat, when you hear it, it is a fake name of nonsense. ”

"It's ridiculous that these two people did such a bastard thing with their weird martial arts. ”

"If I meet them in the future, I will make them both regret what they did today. ”

Anger ignited in everyone's hearts, they felt that Lin Xuan had not only humiliated their martial arts, but also insulted their brains.

Such a strange and arrogant name will certainly not be their real name.