As soon as he thought of this question, the vision in front of him changed instantly, the battle on the ancient battlefield disappeared in an instant, the black fog filled again, and Jiang Yi couldn't see the scene a foot in front of him clearly.

The sound of the wind in his ears continued, but Jiang Yi could clearly tell that it was not the sound of the wind caused by the falling bodies of the two people, but the black fog around their bodies that was constantly rotating.

The body had stopped falling, but there was no feeling of stepping on the ground under his feet, and there was still the touch of his body for half a lifetime in his hands, and the two of them seemed to be floating in the air.

Jiang Yi didn't understand why they could actually float in mid-air, could Xu Bansheng already be able to fly? Even if they couldn't fly, they could be suspended in the air, which was unbelievable. Could it really be that monasticism can one day soar in the daylight?

Gradually falling into his own contemplation, Jiang Yi's ears once again appeared the sound of horses' hooves, as well as the shouts of soldiers.

The black fog in front of him dissipated again, but the scene was no longer the ancient battlefield, but a sheep's intestine path, one army was desperately fleeing, while the other army was in hot pursuit.

The banner of the chasing soldiers is clear, with a Zhao character written on it, and the banner in the defeated army is still erected high, which is exactly the pattern that looks like a snake and not a snake, like a dragon and not a dragon.

Jiang Yi felt a little strange, on the ancient battlefield just now, although the battle was fierce, the two armies could be said to be evenly matched, but the side with the pattern on the flag had a slight upper hand. How could it be the army that had the upper hand that ultimately failed?

Before she had time to think about it, Jiang Yi began to feel that the scene in front of her was somewhat familiar, and the mountain-shaped landforms were as if she had seen them somewhere.

This is a mountain, and in the defeated army, there is a general wearing black armor with a hideous face, and at least five or six centipede-like scars crisscrossing his face.

He was still sitting upright on his horse, and a nine-ring broadsword was crossed in his hand.

The horse is a good horse, with a green skin, a black mane, and four hooves to step on the snow. Suddenly raised his two front legs and hissed, and the nine-ring broadsword in the general's hand shook with it, and the nine gold rings rattled.

In the horse's nose, two white mist erupted, and clumps of white foam flowed from the corners of the mouth.

With grief in his eyes, the horse shook its head, and finally sat down on its knees with its legs limp.

The general hurriedly pulled the reins, but it was clear that the BMW had reached the point where the gas had run out, and it also staggered and tried to stand up, but it was already weak, and could only neigh in grief.

The general sighed, turned over and jumped off the horse, with a look of regret and reluctance, he looked up to the sky and yelled a few times, but there was only a picture here but the general's voice could not be heard, and all Jiang Yi could hear was the roar and shout of the rest of the soldiers. The general's roar had long been drowned out by the frantic shouts of the enemy army, and it was as if he was performing a pantomime.

From the shape of his mouth, Jiang Yi probably saw that this general seemed to be telling about his many years of companionship with this horse, and then, his leopard eyes widened, and suddenly he raised the nine-ring broadsword high with both hands, and slashed down towards the horse with all his strength.

The horse seemed to know that his fate had come to an end, and with a mournful roar, his eyes were filled with tears. It's just that it doesn't have any dodging, and it seems that it knows that its best destination is to die here.

The general stood majestically on the top of the mountain, holding the big knife in both hands, and the enemy who dared to rush up the mountain was all slashed to the ground by him.

It is really called a husband and a man, and the enemy army is obviously a little hesitant, they are really frightened by the fierce force of this general.

There are more and more enemy troops under the mountain, and the entire mountain has been heavily surrounded.

Under the influence of the general, although there were only more than 100 soldiers under his command, everyone fought bravely to kill the enemy, and by taking advantage of the condescending terrain, they actually blocked the impact of the enemy army wave after wave, and they all fought bloodily. When the enemy stopped charging, the soldiers seemed to have swam out of a river of blood, but they all stood on top of the hill with their swords in their hands, guarding their last territory.

What is tragedy?

Among the troops under the mountain, a white horse slowly stepped out with hooves, and immediately a general in white armor shouted to the mountain: "This place has been besieged by our army, and you have neither water nor food and grass, but there are only a hundred people, and I have thousands of sons here, do you still have to resist to the end?"

The general on the mountain was stunned, and roared angrily at the bottom of the mountain: "Zhao Yuanjia, do you dare to fight with a certain battle!"

The general laughed, and pointed the silver spear in his hand at the top of the mountain: "Chijiao, you don't have to struggle in vain, why should I fight you? You are now a defeated general, and thousands of my soldiers have surrounded you to death." Even if you are a world leader in martial arts, what should you do? This mountain is full of my people, how much can you kill? When you are exhausted from the blade roll in your hand, it will be easy for me to take you down. ”

"Zhao Yuanjia, you villain!

"Hahahaha, since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser Kou, after you die, you see whether your name or my name will be left on the history!"

The general on the mountain was obviously extremely angry by this sentence, blood slowly flowed out from both sides of his eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out three feet away.

"Zhao Yuanjia......" The general on the mountain was already hoarse, like the end of a strong crossbow, "The general of the defeated army is not brave, my Chijiao is defeated in your hands today, I have nothing to say." After I die, you may spare the rest of my soldiers? I have never begged anyone in my life, but today I beg you, even if it is a slave, how about you spare their lives?!"

Zhao Yuanjia laughed again and said: "Chijiao, you tie your hands and go down the mountain to surrender, I consider sparing the lives of your soldiers!"

Chijiao was so angry that even the beard next to his cheeks trembled.

The soldiers under his command raised their swords one by one and shouted loudly: "The general must not listen to the words of the child surnamed Zhao, and you must not surrender." We are willing to die to follow the general. ”

Zhao Yuanjia hurriedly said: "Chijiao, I mean what I say, as long as you tie your hands and go down the mountain to surrender, I will definitely let go of your soldiers! Moreover, each person will be given a hundred taels of silver, and let them go back to their hometowns to buy a piece of land to celebrate their birthdays!"

Chi Jiao had calmed down his anger at this moment, and there was no longer any anger, just looked at Zhao Yuanjia contemptuously.

"Zhao Yuanjia, you villain, you know very well what you want. I will never give you such a chance!" With that, Chi Jiao shook his arms and suddenly threw the nine-ring broadsword in his hand high into the sky, and his soldiers shouted in unison, "General must not", but it was no longer possible to stop it.

After the big knife flew to the extreme, it fell rapidly, and Chijiao's body leaned forward slightly, exposing his neck under the knife.

With a snort, the nine-ring knife cut through Chijiao's neck and plunged straight into the soil until it was stalked.

On the hideous face of the red Jiao, but for some reason there was not the slightest resentment, Jiang Yi suddenly found that if it weren't for those centipede-like scars, in fact, this red Jiao was still very good.

The head fell to the ground, and the blood in the neck cavity spurted out three or four meters away, but Chijiao's body did not fall to the ground, on the contrary, it stood straighter.

Seeing this at the bottom of the mountain, Zhao Yuanjia also roared, and with a wave of the spear in his hand, the thousands of soldiers rushed towards the mountain desperately.

Chi Jiao is dead, and his soldiers have given up all resistance and automatically gathered around Chi Jiao's still standing corpse.

Some of the soldiers had already put their blades across their necks, shouting "General, I'm here to accompany you", and then killed themselves with their swords.

What a tragedy!

However, what Jiang Yi couldn't understand was that several of Chi Jiao's subordinates, who were obviously dressed as low-level officers, raised their swords one after another and slashed down on Chi Jiao's body until his body was chopped into countless pieces of flesh. Only his head remained.

When Zhao Yuanjia saw this scene, he roared, his body swelled, holding a gun in one hand and slapping on the horse's back with the other. Pity the BMW that is also one in a million, but it was slapped by his palm and fell directly on its knees.

The body jumped high from the horse, Zhao Yuanjia was dressed in a white robe, and with the bright silver spear in his hand, the whole person seemed to be integrated with the silver spear, and went straight to the mountain. He didn't stop walking, and he ran several times faster than he could ride a horse.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yuanjia had already reached the top of the mountain, and saw that Chijiao's corpse had been cut into pulp, he roared angrily, and the silver gun in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea, and he was spying and sweeping, those few low-level officers were not his enemies at all, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse lay down.

More than 100 people were quickly cleaned up, and Zhao Yuanjia alone killed at least more than half.

Seeing that the surrounding mountains were full of corpses, Zhao Yuanjia's eyes were red, Jiang Yi couldn't understand why Zhao Yuanjia was so crazy when the enemy was dead.

Could it be that there is any connection between this Zhao Yuanjia and Chijiao?

After a long time, Zhao Yuanjia raised his head to the sky and roared, and then ordered with a cold face: "Dig a big pit, and let everyone become the fat of this mountain." So saying, he turned over and stepped on the white horse that had returned to him, and with a pull on the reins, he galloped down the hill like lightning.

......

The picture came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Yi found that her cheeks were already moist.

This is it!

In front of me, there was still a black fog, and everything I saw just now was calm again.

It seems that there has never been any picture, and in this sinkhole, there is only monstrous hatred.

Jiang Yi said secretly, no wonder the aura of the soldiers here is so strong, if it were me, I am afraid that it would be entrenched for thousands of years, and I would not reduce my hatred by a slight.

I just wanted to ask Xu Bansheng if the picture just now was the cause of this sinkhole, but Xu Bansheng's voice was already ringing in his ears, and he said softly: "Zhao Yuanjia is already a pile of rotten bones, how long can you hate him?

Jiang Yi's heart moved, she seemed to be able to see Xu Bansheng take out the thirteen palace plates in the dark, and then, there seemed to be a roar in her ears, and in the middle, there seemed to be a man's angry and unwilling shout.

"You don't want to kill, you don't want to disperse, what do you want!" Xu Bansheng broke off, majestic and full of killing intent, even Jiang Yi, who was holding him, felt the slightest chill coming from Xu Bansheng's body, and couldn't help but shudder.