The killing has not ended, because the screams are incessant, and when there are no more shouts of killing on the battlefield, only screams, the battle should be nearing its end. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Those border city warriors are just some ordinary people, they are in contact with war for the first time, the first time they are on the battlefield, this has become the last time in their lives, if they can choose again, they will not be standing here, after all, the longing of life in front of life and death is still far greater than the pain of death, of course, if there is still a chance to survive, Bian Long should also reflect on it, it was he who brought them here, but is this choice right?

At this moment, the people in the city are also very anxious, and everyone is eager to try it with enthusiasm, after all, this door and death still seem pale to them.

A dejected figure appeared in the streets, he was still him, he still held the original sword in his hand, but he was no longer like the cold and arrogant swordsman he used to be. No one can achieve absolute self-confidence, often hanging on the face of self-confidence is like a delicate flower, beautiful and moving but fragile and easy to break, when the swordsman begins to doubt himself, what he needs most is a baptism of blood!

Wen Yunfeng, who has no master of the six gods, doesn't know how he came here for no reason? When he raised his head and looked at the Xicheng Tower, there was a hint of dodge in his eyes, it seemed that he did not come to this place on purpose at this moment, on the contrary, there was more resistance in his heart.

Just as Wen Yunfeng was about to turn around and leave, he was attracted by the bustling crowd and the boiling shouts here.

Worry, curiosity, and justice are all the instincts of a swordsman, so in the end he still didn't leave.

Wen Yunfeng muttered to himself, "What happened, how could the people of the border city gather here?"

Wen Yunfeng stepped forward and tried to ask these anxious people about the situation outside the city, but he forgot that he was still a traitor, so he was quickly abused and spurned by everyone.

Although nothing was achieved from the mouths of the people, Wen Yunfeng also heard from their words that the situation was critical and the troops were approaching the city.

Without paying attention to these shouting people, Wen Yunfeng rushed to the West City Tower alone, and these people also followed Wen Yunfeng and squeezed into the city tower.

Before climbing up the tower, they may have already thought about the tragic scene outside, but the word tragic is a bottomless pit, and they never know how tragic it is without seeing it with their own eyes?

Looking out of the city, the people on the city tower, including Wen Yunfeng, were silent, except for Bian Long, who was still resisting to the death, the other warriors who went out of the city to fight were all fallen in a pool of blood, and the tragic death was definitely something that the people here had never seen before.

Wen Yunfeng's silence was not because he was frightened by this tragedy, but because he knew that the most important thing to do at this time was to analyze the opponent and then find a way to defeat the opponent.

But in the face of the Qing soldiers who were like a flood beast, Wen Yunfeng sighed and shook his head again and again, seeing that Bian Long was about to be unable to hold on, and if he didn't make a move, Bian Long would definitely die.

Just as Qingyan was about to unsheath, those questioning eyes and insulting words suddenly flashed in Wen Yunfeng's mind, at this moment the grief and indignation and justice in his heart were fighting to the death, one voice told him not to go, it was not worth it, while another voice urged him to hurry up to save Bian Long and save Border City.

Suddenly, the sound of Jin Ge on the battlefield stopped abruptly, and then he saw that the saber in Bian Long's hand was also taken off, for a swordsman, the knife was out of his hand meant death, and the current scene was no exception.

Seeing that the knives of the Qing soldiers were slashing towards Bian Long and dying in an instant, Yongzhan on the side was laughing, looking at this situation, Wen Yunfeng couldn't bear it anymore.

With a "whoosh" sharp sword breaking through the air, with a burst of cold light and several sword flowers falling, in the blink of an eye, Wen Yunfeng also came to Bian Long, and those Qing soldiers were also repelled dozens of steps.

If it was before, then these Qing soldiers should have fallen, but today is a little different, they are almost unscathed, under Wen Yunfeng's powerful sword qi, they are just forced to retreat.

Soon, these Qing soldiers rushed up with swords again, looking at this group of devils who didn't know pain and were not afraid of life and death, Wen Yunfeng couldn't help but be shocked in his heart: "What kind of people are this?"

At this time, Bian Long, who was lying on the ground, shouted hoarsely: "Brother Wen hurry up, this group of people can't be killed, you don't have to waste your life in vain, I blamed you before!"

Wen Yunfeng turned his head to look at Bian Long and smiled and said, "Brother Bian Long, if you apologize, you should still be alive to say to me, if you can't apologize to me in person in this life, it will be the regret of my life!"

Looking at Wen Yunfeng's clear and resolute gaze, it was this kind of gaze that made Bian Long feel not lonely, and today it is this kind of gaze, and at this moment, with Wen Yunfeng's somewhat complaining but encouraging words, Bian Long knows that there is no reason in this world to let himself doubt the man in front of him!

Wen Yunfeng turned around, Yong Zhan also walked over, and a hundred Qing soldiers who were like devils stood behind Yong Zhan and looked at Wen Yunfeng angrily with their steel knives tightly in their hands.

Looking at Wen Yunfeng, Yong Zhan smiled and said, "There are such stupid people in the world, do you know why our alien race can stand here today and show off their might?"

Wen Yunfeng shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't want to know!"

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "But I think you should still know that the reason why we can stand here is because we are open-minded, trusting, and have a broad vision. ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled coldly and said, "Even if we are backward, questioning each other, and short-sighted, at least our blood is still red and warm!"

Yong Zhan looked at the dead soldiers behind him who were eager to try and couldn't wait, and then looked at Wen Yunfeng, who was weak and lonely, put away his laughter and said coldly: "Let me and the one hundred and one falcons behind me send you and your sword to see Qingshi today!"

The wind rises, the sand rises, the sword light is like a phantom, and the sword flower is like a cold light, each of which is a stunning scenery in this world, but at this time it has become a soul-snatching and bloodthirsty crime.

Soon Wen Yunfeng was surrounded by this hundred people, and his sword seemed to be much faster, but as the sword became faster and faster, there were fewer and fewer people he could kill.

There was another sharp whistle, and the hundred dead soldiers of the Qing army were no longer entangled in Wen Yunfeng, and quickly and orderly gathered behind Yongzhan in a strange and strange formation.

The people above the tower could clearly see the formation, as their name suggested, like an eagle waiting to hunt its prey.

The yellow sand in the sky rose again, and the wind and sand hit Wen Yunfeng's side, making Wen Yunfeng a little unable to open his eyes and could only feel the murderous aura getting closer and closer to him.

When Wen Yunfeng struggled to open his eyes, a huge humanoid eagle was looking at him fiercely, Wen Yunfeng was also a little overwhelmed in front of this behemoth, he still firmly believed in the sword in his hand, but he didn't know how to start? After all, the opponent was dozens of times his own and dozens of times bigger!

At this time, Bian Long and the people on the city tower could no longer see what was happening below, all they could see was a huge mass of wind and sand that kept surging in place, and whether Wen Yunfeng was dead or alive, victorious or defeated, in the wind and sand, had no way of knowing.

Everyone was worried about Wen Yunfeng, no one would doubt whether he was a traitor at this moment? No one would abuse and ridicule him anymore, because what he was doing was a big thing to save people and save the city, and for Wen Yunfeng, so many pairs of eyes were looking at him, he had to succeed!

What is the situation in the sand? Only they know, and outsiders are just waiting for a result, because this result cares about the person who made the result!

Perhaps Bian Long should be an exception, looking at the wind and sand, he muttered to himself: "Brother, you must survive, what does the border city mean to me without you?"

The words that people say when they talk to themselves naturally are often true, because these words often do not need to be pruned and filtered by the brain, and when Bian Long said this, his eyes seemed to be full of relief in addition to expectation and anxiety, a relief to prepare for death!