The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!

Reading the poems of the predecessors, I can vaguely feel the tragedy and heroism, but these footprints are not really set foot on the road, no one knows the sadness, and no one knows what kind of scenery is on this road? Because the people who set foot on this road are basically dead, and even if they don't die, they should become immortals. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wen Yunfeng was embarking on this road, Bian Long was also stepping on this road, and the only thing that sent them away was the lonely city behind them and the lonely old man.

The yellow sand under the night is more desolate and tragic, and the west wind is more cold and bitter than the north wind.

Wen Yunfeng is in front and Bian Long is behind, the two of them are in a hurry, if they change places, Bian Long will definitely be able to find Wen Yunfeng's footprints, but this is a desert, the traces of the previous moment will be wiped out the next moment. They should have intersected, but it seems that there is no intersection in this life, and the distance between life and death may not be far, or it may be the distance of this piece of yellow sand.

Wen Yunfeng held the Qingyan scabbard tightly with his left hand, he never looked down at the hilt of the sword, but tonight he looked down at the pitch-black hilt from time to time, and as he got closer and closer to the Qing army camp, Wen Yunfeng's footsteps became slower and slower.

Wen Yunfeng was not a person who hesitated and entangled, let alone a person who was afraid of life and death!

Wen Nan muttered to himself as he walked: "How many last days in life, but there is always a last time that will come true, pity those who silently guard, death is not a terrible thing, what is terrible is the disaster brought to the living, I can be afraid but there is no reason to escape, the only thing I can do is to try to survive!"

When he said this, Wen Yunfeng's mind was full of the shadows of Lan Lin and Wen Nan, he didn't dare to think about it but couldn't help but think about it, but in the end he still controlled his emotions, because his pace quickened, and he didn't look down at the hilt of the sword hesitantly.

For a person who has no worries, no baggage, and no nostalgia, he only needs to have expectations, Bian Long is undoubtedly such a person, but Bian Long is still hesitant and entangled, he should not be afraid After all, his life and death can be decided by himself, so there is nothing to fear, but where does his hesitation and entanglement come from?

It's still that scimitar, it's not the best knife in the world, it's not enough to be famous for eternity and it's not enough to hunt the world's injustices, but just like that, a knife has lived out a style that doesn't belong to it.

Bian Long didn't look back at the direction of the night, there was nothing in that direction but the boundless night, and in Bian Long's eyes, there was a most beautiful city and the most worthy confidant, once people felt that the world was still beautiful, it was impossible to be carefree on the way to death.

While walking, he laughed, and said with a smile: "Who has not died in life since ancient times, but after I die, can I still meet this confidant and beautiful city?"

Bian Long's words are always full of poets, but he is not destined to be a poet, so the time for him to recite poetry is definitely not the right time!

There were hesitations and entanglements, but Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long did not flinch or evade, and their eyes and footsteps were the guidance of death.

Death is not far away, and the place where you can naturally die is not too far, no matter how slow it is, as long as your feet are still moving, you will definitely reach the end.

Looking at the sparks in front of me, listening to the faint noise, I couldn't see the vastness of the Qing army camp in the dark night, which could more or less dispel some fear and tension.

The cannon was a heavy weapon, and it must have been located at the rear of the Qing army's camp, which was not the safest, but it was enough to make it difficult for people full of non-dividers to reach because there were 100,000 iron horsemen in between.

But no matter what happens tonight, Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long are bound to win, and they will definitely succeed.

Looking ahead, Wen Yunfeng smiled, and the moment the smile disappeared, a familiar and unfamiliar sound of "whoosh" pierced the sky and the cold night again, and the cold light flashed, and the cold light and Qingyan were ready to drink blood.

Wen Yunfeng quickly rushed towards the Qing army camp, his light figure was like a nighthawk in the night, if he didn't want to be discovered by the other party, then it would be difficult for the other party to find out, but his task tonight was to let the other party find out.

The Qing army camp, which was about to calm down, finally boiled, and the firelight and shouts suddenly exploded, and everyone was shouting: "There are assassins, there are assassins, there are assassins", but they never saw where the assassins were? No one knew what the assassins looked like.

The firelight and shouts slowly moved towards the rear of the Qing army's camp, and Wen Yunfeng and Qingyan Sword were also submerged in the encirclement of the 100,000 army.

Hearing the noise and noise outside the tent, Yong Zhan, who was resting in the big tent of the Chinese army, also turned over and walked out of the tent, watching the soldiers of the brigade draw their swords out of their sheaths and carry lanterns and hurried towards the back of the barracks, Yong Zhan was also surprised.

Yong Zhan quickly stopped a soldier and asked, "What happened? What are you doing here?"

The soldier stumbled, "There are assassins, there are assassins, running towards the rear of the army!"

Yong Zhan shouted in surprise: "There are still people who dare to assassinate our army, I want to see what kind of immortal this is?"

With that, Yong Zhan picked up his saber and chased after the soldiers.

The lights were bright ahead, and there were a few guards standing here and there, which should not have been disturbed for a long time, and a few guards were also standing in place and dozing.

Wen Yunfeng immediately concluded that this was the place where the cannon was hidden, although there were few guards, but Wen Yunfeng clearly knew that this place was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface, and there must be a hidden killing machine under the sparse guards, and there must be a dense number of organs here.

Wen Yunfeng slowed down, and the pursuers behind him were about to catch up. Looking at the open space in front of him with a few things covered with red cloth, Wen Yunfeng recognized at a glance that it was a cannon, but the cannon must be full of traps around it, if Wen Yunfeng didn't break in, then in the end it would definitely kill Bian Long, so no matter what was in front of him, Wen Yunfeng couldn't care so much!

Wen Yunfeng Yang Jian waved and jumped into the open space in front of him like a dragonfly, and at the moment when his feet touched the ground, suddenly the sound of the wind sounded around him, and Wen Yunfeng immediately realized that this was not the sound of the wind but a dense rain of arrows.

At this time, it is already difficult to withdraw, even if he can withdraw, the withdrawal mechanism will be stopped, and then the remaining arrows will fall on the side dragon who is about to come here, so he has no reason to withdraw, he must use his own strength to exhaust all the arrows hidden in the mechanism, so that the side dragon can hit with one hit.

The Qingyan Sword swung around Wen Yunfeng's body, and those rapid rain of arrows were instantly shattered the moment they were about to reach his body. But after all, manpower is limited, Wen Yunfeng will always slow down, as long as he slows down, he will definitely show the gap, and he will definitely be injured or even die here, because the arrow rain does not seem to have any intention of stopping.

One arrow, two arrows, three arrows.....

Slowly, countless arrows pierced Wen Yunfeng's flesh, his blood was no different from the blood of ordinary people, it was still red, then he must be in pain, but he couldn't stop, he had to use his life to exhaust the arrows here, he thought that he could kill a few more opponents, but now it's almost impossible to happen!

Suddenly, the sound of the wind gradually became smaller, and a burst of applause sounded in Wen Yunfeng's ears, and when Wen Yunfeng raised his head from exhaustion, he was already tightly surrounded by the Qing army.

Facing Yong Zhan's smile, Wen Yunfeng held back the pain and smiled.

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "Wen Daxia, I didn't expect you to be a person who doesn't keep the gambling contract!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "National righteousness is coming, what is personal reputation?"

Yong Zhan smiled and said: "You are very powerful, you are the first to survive in my arrow array, but you have an old saying called 'outnumbered', and the cannon is behind you, I really can't think of any other way for Wen Daxia to complete your mission tonight?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Some things are not in a hurry!"

With that, Wen Yunfeng used his last strength to flee to the west.

Even when he was scarred, his speed was breathtaking and uncatchable. Yong Zhan immediately ordered everyone to go and surround it, and ordered: "No matter what, Wen Yunfeng must be captured alive!"

Suddenly, this clearing was quiet again, and the cannon was quietly located there, and everything seemed to have happened but it had already happened, because a lot of broken arrows and blood fell on the ground, this was Wen Yunfeng's blood!