Although the Imperial Nine Phantom Sound Palm was not as sharp as before, when the light mist drifted over the high lake and the bright moon, there was still a tragic situation in front of him.

At the moment when Gao Hu and Yue Mingyue suddenly turned around and fled, they disappeared so much that there was not even a bone residue left. The Red Eyebrow Army lined up behind, although there were those who fled, but it was also the last camp. And the soldiers who stood close to Gao Hu and Yue Mingyue were also scattered and turned into ashes. So many bodies disappeared, but there was no trace of blood left on the ground.

In the direction of the city, chaos has already begun. Because Gao Hu and Yue Mingyue fell to the ground and saw no bones, because of the moment the light mist swept by, so many soldiers fell to the ground, and they couldn't see the intimidation of their figures. Soldiers who are far away from the light fog, as long as they can move, can run and flee in all directions. Although the gates were wide open, no one ran to the city.

Flashing his eyes, he raised his eyes again and looked at it, Luo Jingfeng didn't see Gao Hu and Yue Mingyue, so he smiled reassuringly.

Luo Jingfeng, who was standing tremblingly, restrained his smile, bit his lip again to condense the last trace of true qi, and suddenly pushed out the last palm towards the red eyebrow army surrounded on the left.

When the weak black and white light mist slowly floated out, all the red eyebrow troops surrounded instantly confused the camp and began to frantically turn around and flee in all directions. Although, the last time the Imperial Nine Phantom Sound Palm was so weak that it was only one percent of its strength. However, it was also much faster than the soldiers who were fleeing. When the light mist rushed towards the figure and dissipated, the soldier who first touched the light mist fell to the ground and died. Of course, because of the existence of Issei strength, the corpse did not disappear. As the corpses fell, the light mist finally disappeared, and the encirclement was scattered and broken.

The encirclement and suppression formation, which had always worried Luo Jingfeng, finally turned into a figure fleeing frantically. This is all the hope for Lin Zhijun and Zining to escape, and it is the scene he wants to see in the end.

In fact, in Luo Jingfeng's last thoughts, he still wanted Yue Mingyue to be able to rein in the precipice, so that he could get out of Gaohu and return to Lin Zhijun's side. However, because of resentment, let Yue Mingyue die, and did not let go of the vicious plan in his heart.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Luo Jingfeng did not seem to be a battlefield, and those figures who were desperately fleeing were not the Red Eyebrow Army. They seem to have become the most familiar figures, and the people they miss the most have gradually become clear.

Perhaps, at this time, everyone will sort out the past things once, which can be regarded as a complete summary. Of course, it is more about deepening the memory for some people, but serious remembrance for some things.

Wrong and right, it's not much about it, it's important to be able to own the whole process. Moreover, this process is so colorful, but it is so tragic and euphemistic.

When Luo Jingfeng struggled to push out the last palm, he was ready to have a clear memory of all the things that had happened and all the people he had met. Although at that time, I just thought about it, and I didn't expect it to appear so completely.

Nian Shaofeng's honest appearance was the first to appear on the field. Moreover, on his face that rarely smiled, at this time, it turned out to be a happy smile.

Immediately behind Nian Shaofeng was Hou Zishen, although his smiling face was a little weird, but the action of constantly picking his nostrils was very skillful. At this time, his smiling face was already smiling happily. The movement of walking is really a bit like a monkey.

The old man who got up from the pile of dead people laughed even more hotly. It seems that on his face, you can always see the old man and the look of the man.

What's even more peculiar is that at this time, behind Nian Shaofeng, there was a figure of Aunt Yanhong. Moreover, it is still the navy blue collarless tube skirt when they met for the first time, and a blue gauze scarf is covered with it. Touching the long pigtails on his chest with one hand, he smiled so happily and so gratified.

It was Sister Xie Jiali who came over with her red shoulders, who often maintained sad cheeks at that time, but at this time she had a smiling expression. Dressed in a sky blue short skirt and a sleeveless shirt of the same color, she looks so funny and humorous.

Although Qing Yuyan, who was standing a little farther away, did not have a smiling expression, it could be seen that she was also very satisfied with her few words, but her cheeks were crimson enough.

When he saw this, Luo Jingfeng shook rapidly, but he still insisted on standing still and did not fall down quickly.

At this moment, the moment everyone disappeared, everyone who had been at war appeared in front of them.

Although their expressions were blurred, they were vivid.

Siya's gorgeous debut made many things confusing, but in the end, in the lonely struggle of the painting style, all Wang Mang's hopes were ended.

The fierce appearance of the six iron cavalry strangled them, although the whole process added a lot of ups and downs. But it was so short-lived, it was almost short-lived.

Kanto Jiujiao was indignant, but in the calculation of the bald guy, only Qing Yuyan died in the end.

The Eight Monsters of Jiangnan were originally the most promising to become fierce rivals and be able to hold the power of strangulation, but because of the chaos of their father, they changed the final demise.

Slowly, Luo Jingfeng remembered Tan Liucheng and Qiao Tianying. These two mortal enemies, in the whole process of entanglement and fighting, have the most contact and the most battles, of course, they have won the least number of victories, so few that there are almost no memories to remember.

What made Luo Jingfeng feel most sad was that when he saw his father, he didn't have time to call his father in person. What made him feel most excited was that in the battle of Kunyang City, he was able to subdue so many ten thousand beasts, and he could easily fight against the fierce generals.

Right now, what makes Luo Jingfeng want to smile for the last time is that Lin Zhijun can be kept alive, Lin Zhijun can continue to return to Handan City, and he can be reunited with Haitianchou. This is what he is most happy about at this time.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through, and all the scenes in front of him disappeared without a trace. On the entire battlefield, even the soldiers of the Red Eyebrow Army could not be seen.

The next moment, Luo Jingfeng didn't know what else he could see or remember, just at the moment when he felt his whole body paralyzed.

Plop, bang.

Luo Jingfeng's body was not tall, and at the moment when the light mist completely disappeared, he fell to the ground.

"Shocking Wind! Shocking Wind......"

Lin Zhijun's desolate shout was stirred in the air, but at this time, Luo Jingfeng couldn't hear it at all, nor could he feel it.

When she picked up Luo Jingfeng's broken bones and burned corpse, the torrent of tears was like a torrent that broke the embankment, and it was directly poured for thousands of miles.

Wow!

The moment Zi Ning fell, he began to cry loudly.

Although, he didn't know why he was crying and what he was crying for. However, he understands very well that the crying at this time is unstoppable, and it is also unprepared crying. Perhaps, for him, who rarely cries, this crying is even more natural and unhesitating than the crying when his sister passed away.

He cried on his knees, but with his upper body upright, with his head tilted up, and cried loudly.

Lin Zhijun hugged Luo Jingfeng's body, although it was not a loud cry, but the continuous torrential tears already explained the rupture of her crying and the sadness of her crying.

Luo Jingfeng's life is not happy, but it is very vigorous. Although it was a little short-lived, it was a flash in the storm.

At this moment, although Luo Jingfeng closed his eyes tightly, what appeared in Lin Zhijun's teary eyes was black and shiny hair, clear eyebrows and double eyelids, and a high and straight nose. The slightly thin lips are slightly open, and you can see the white, shiny teeth. The original old face was pale at this time.

His smart and studious, but lively and cute personality, although he attracted Chu Tianmei's stalking, attracted Yue Mingyue's resentment. However, after all, it is a character that people like.

In his short life, Lin Zhijun still remembers his gentle speech, his uneasy anger, his persistence in doing things very attentively, his dedication to the set goals, and his tolerance and generosity towards everyone. All of this is an unforgettable, but nevertheless unforgettable memory.

Slowly changing to a holding position, Lin Zhijun wanted to make Luo Jingfeng lie more comfortable. Of course, at this point, this is just an unattainable expectation.

The first time I knew Luo Jingfeng, and therefore became the key to fighting side by side, was because of Hai Tianchou's full struggle and continuous persistence. Without his efforts, it would not have been possible to come together.

When he thought of this, Lin Zhijun's tears couldn't be stopped.

Before Luo Jingfeng made the decision to give up the resistance and fierce fight, he still did not lose his concern for Haitian Chou. In fact, in Lin Zhijun's heart, she understood that Luo Jingfeng kept her until the last evacuation, not really to bring Haitianchou anything, but to return to Handan City and see Haitianchou.

Lin Zhijun understands that Luo Jingfeng firmly believes that if he sees Haitianchou, he will definitely be able to stay by Haitianchou's side, and he can stay with him for the rest of his life.

After thinking about it, she cried even more sadly, and it was still crying out with sadness and pain. This cry precipitated all the worries and remembrances in her heart under the torrent of tears into her heart and engraved them in the bone marrow. What she didn't expect was that Luo Jingfeng died in front of her eyes, and at the end of her life, she fell into her arms.

At this moment, it was evening, and the sunset in the west seemed to burn up the last of its afterglow, leaving behind the faint floating clouds in the sky. In the sky above the city, wisps of cooking smoke slowly rose in the evening breeze.

The address of this site is to enter any search engine: to access!