There is a way to be a fire in July. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Great Mars traveled westward, and the Central Plains was extremely hot, and the weather became cooler, but the western cool in July was just hot and hot.

The barbarian army, which had been hoarding outside the pass for months, finally marched on this day, attacking like a tide towards the last gateway to the Central Plains.

The guard of the people's army is called Fu Chengtian, is the righteous son of Wu Wang Fu 3,000, the barbarian army presses the border, the court wakes up like a dream, let the messenger hurry all the way, and even run to kill five good horses, galloping in Xiling Pass. In order not to bring reinforcements, nor to give any strange strategies, but to seal the name of Fu Chengtian as a god general, and then hurriedly returned, as if he was afraid that Xiling would be broken and affect the pond fish.

King Wu has been in Xiliang for many years, and there are countless capable soldiers and warriors in his hands.

It's just that in the face of the barbarian army that has gathered millions of people again, it still seems to be a grasshopper shaking a tree.

Therefore, even now, His Royal Highness the Martial King is still cowering in Xiling Pass, without the slightest intention of showing his face.

On the contrary, it was his righteous son, Fu Chengtian, who was not able to ask the question, led the army to rush and kill, and fought with a million barbarian troops outside Xiling Pass for five hours.

From sunrise to sunset, from early morning to evening.

The hands of the floating three thousand were cut again and again by the imperial court, and the last remaining 100,000 elite soldiers were finally completely swallowed up by the tide of brute soldiers.

In front of the Xiling Pass of Nuoda, the ground was full of corpses, and the rich blood and gas accumulated into a haze, which did not disperse on the battlefield for a long time.

The setting sun cast the last scarlet blood light, shining on the Xiling Pass.

As if you want to take one last look, the pass that has been standing for a thousand years.

The sound of the drums stopped, and the last one was shot by the dragon falcon brought by the barbarians.

Fu Chengtian slashed off the head of a barbarian soldier in front of him, and hot blood spurted out and poured out his body.

The blood made him angry, it drove him crazy, and it made him despair.

He stood up in silence, and the killing intent that permeated his body made the barbarians dare not move.

He looked around, except for him, all the 100,000 troops fell in front of this Xiling Pass.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Fu Chengtian gasped, his hands had begun to tremble, and he could no longer hold the knife in his hand.

His gaze finally rested on the now empty pass. He knew that there should still be an old man sitting in it, and he should still be drinking, as usual.

He always did.

Ever since a few years ago, it had been like a different person.

Become greedy for life and fear of death, and become addicted to the things in the cup.

There seems to be nothing in this world that can interest him except wine.

Fu Chengtian used to worship that man immensely.

His majestic back like mountains and rivers was once the most reliable city wall for the people of Xiliang.

The halberd in his hand was a nightmare that terrified the barbarians.

And now, he is just a coward, the world says he is disloyal and unkind, and Fu Chengtian thinks the same.

For this reason, many of his veterans who had followed him for many years were discouraged and returned to the field.

But there is no floating sky.

After all, he is his father, even if he is only a father-in-law, but in Fu Chengtian's heart, Fu Sanqian is his father.

He stayed, leading the last 100,000 troops to fight the barbarians in a decisive battle.

This should be, for his father, to repay the debts of the people of Xiliang.

Thinking so, the remaining spiritual power around him rushed out.

"Kill!" he let out a roar, and a chill appeared on the long knife. The surrounding barbarians were shocked by his momentum at that time, and they subconsciously wanted to retreat, but after all, Fu Chengtian was the power of the Dao realm, and even if he checkmated, it was definitely not something that ordinary barbarians could dodge.

His knife came to the brute's voice at great speed, and he was about to cut off his head.

But at this moment, his body seemed to have been cast by a spell and froze alive.

A streak of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his head looked down with great difficulty, and his chest had been pierced by a sharp arrow at some point.

His body knelt down at that moment, and the barbarians around him rushed to see this, and the sword halberd in his hand almost instantly overwhelmed him.

Fu Chengtian didn't look back to see who shot the arrow that killed him.

He just stared widening his eyes at the pass through the gaps in the swords, and his gaze seemed to be able to see through the dilapidated walls, seeing something that no one else could see.

"Father, the child is gone—" he murmured in such a voice that no one could hear, and his head hung limply at last, never to wake up again.

......

Tuoba Yuanwu walked to the front of the team again, and there were four star deaths standing beside him.

They are Nan Po Ting, Wan Yan Zuo Ying, Tong Qi Xiang, and Tu Gu Lu.

Once, Tuoba Yuanwu said that the Holy Son is the spokesman of the gods, and those who have a firm faith in him can attain eternal life under his radiance.

Most of the barbarians were somewhat suspicious of it, but after the leaderless barbarian army returned to Yongning Pass that day, within a few days, these people had seen the star die in front of them with their own eyes, and appeared in front of them alive.

So they put away the only doubts in their hearts, and the worship of those holy sons became even more fanatical, so that in the battle of Xiling Pass, everyone was not afraid of death, and only wanted to be able to win the mercy of the holy son.

"As soon as Xiling is broken, the human race will no longer have the capital to compete with us. At that time, take Chang'an, destroy the fortune of heaven and man, and my lord can come to the world again. Tuoba Yuanwu, who was walking in front of the team, had a grim smile on the corner of his mouth.

Such a smile also appeared on the faces of the four people beside him at that time.

"Humans, barbarians, demons. These lowly reptiles, jackals who forget their roots, it's time for them to pay. The bronze elephant glanced at the fanatical-looking brutes behind him.

And the smiles on the faces of the five people led by him became more and more strange at this moment.

They led the army and began to advance towards Xiling Pass.

The pass, which had protected the human race for thousands of years, was now empty, and its gates were open, surrounded by dense corpses, and some places on it were still burning with fire, looking dilapidated.

But Tuoba Yuanwu, who was smiling, suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face suddenly retracted at that moment.

The army behind him also stopped, looking in the direction of the pass with a puzzled expression.

At that time, they saw clearly that at the gate of the city in the darkness, there was a figure slowly coming.

It was an old man, with white hair, and he was extremely sloppy. Even there were some wine stains on his clothes, but his eyes were so calm, as if he had just woken up from a thousand years of slumber, and the halberd in his hand was also the cold light flickering, even in such a dark night, a hundred feet apart, everyone could feel the chill coming from the halberd blade.

Finally, when he came to the ten zhang in front of Tuoba Yuanwu, he stopped, and the halberd in his hand fell and was firmly inserted into the ground. The force was so great that the brutes could feel as if the earth was shaking at that moment.

"Your Excellency is the Martial King Fu Sanqian, right? Tuoba Yuanwu is under Tuoba Yuanwu, long admiration!" Tuoba Yuanwu said with a warm smile on his face.

But the old man had no intention of talking to him.

He looked around with a cold gaze.

He swept over the corpses that had followed him for many years.

He remembered all their appearances at this moment, and he thought that if he could have an afterlife, he would apologize for their sins one by one.

His gaze wandered, and finally stopped not far away, on the figure that was still holding the long knife in his hand even though he was still dead.

The knife, he recognized.

It was something he gave him when he was eighteen.

He vaguely remembered that the young man at that time, holding the knife tightly, told him with a red face that he wanted to be a hero like him and use this knife to protect the people of Xiliang.

He did it.

The old man thought like this, and something finally began to surge in his calm eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the starry sky.

He said to the star named crape myrtle.

"Xiahou Haoyu, you said, in order to save the society, death and injury are inevitable, I believe you, so my hands are dyed with millions of blood, and you are born and died, laying this great river and mountain. ”

"You also said that barbarism is a great disaster, and Xiliang is the gateway to the Central Plains. I also believe in you, so I led the army, far away from Chang'an, and guarded Xiliang for you for nearly a hundred years. ”

"But you also said that the foundation of the world can only be established when it is broken. I don't believe you, and I don't dare to believe you. But you are the emperor, and I am the courtier. I have the grace of knowing each other, and I have to repay it. So this infamy of disloyalty and infamy, I have borne it for you for decades. Give up the country that the brothers once sacrificed their lives and forgot to die for you. ”

"Today, as you wish, the distant clouds are broken, I don't send a single soldier, Yongning is lost, I also watch from the wall, even if my son dies under the chaotic blade, I still drink and pour myself. ”

"It's just that you asked me to go to the Northland again to rebuild the eternal inheritance with you. But I don't dare, I repay the kindness you had back then, but I owe a million lives. ”

"This debt will have to be paid with my life. ”

After saying that, the halberd in his hand was horizontal, the stars above his head lit up suddenly, and a starlight shot down, his clothes were scattered, and his face was cold.

He stood in front of the pass with a halberd alone, with millions of barbarians in front of him and ruins behind him.

"Da Wei Erlang, I'd rather die than surrender!"

He shouted violently, like a yellow bell and a big lu, piercing the night and surging the sea of clouds.

"Kill him. Tuoba Yuanwu's face turned cold and he said.

The million-strong army behind him roared and roared like a tidal wave.

A smile appeared at the corner of Fu Sanqian's mouth at that time.

The smile was so genuine, like a child.

He seems to have returned to a hundred years ago, the five kings and thirteen candidates of the Great Wei are all here, they dominate the world and are invincible.

His hand slowly opened at that time, like an eagle with wings spread, and as if he was embracing the dream of the prosperous era of the Great Wei.

......

Northland, Beilan City, the residence of King Jin.

A boy suddenly woke up from his slumber, and he sat up, his face grim and unusual.

As if sensing something, he slowly turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes a little melancholy.

He looked at it like a sculpture without moving.

Until a long time later.

He finally woke up from some thought, when he let out a long sigh, and then his expression became solemn and resolute.

That night, King Wu was killed in battle, Xiling was broken, and the barbarian army entered the customs.

That night, the way of heaven collapsed, the number of Great Wei qi was dispersed, and above the dome, lightning and thunder roared, as if there was the wrath of the gods.