In the midst of despair, people often burst out with extraordinary strength. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This point is vividly exerted in Hua Fei's people and others.

With this determination not to be afraid of death, relying on the surprise attack of the sudden kill, the army even suppressed the millions of male soldiers in Sima Xu's hands in a short period of time, and almost harvested the lives of 50,000 enemy soldiers in a quarter of an hour.

Even, they even snatched back Mu Liangshan's body.

After all, he is a star, although for some reason no mourners came to the funeral, but as a star, the body is buried on the earth, and the heroic soul returns to the sea of stars, which is the case since ancient times.

This is the treatment he deserves, and it is also the process that every star must go through.

Such a humiliation was unfair to Mu Liangshan, and it was also a shame for the army led by Xiahou Ming, so they recaptured his body and sent someone to escort him back to Jiahan County.

And such a victory was completely crushed when the eleven figures under Xiahou Haoyu came to the battlefield.

The eleven figures were so cold, so gloomy, as harsh as a sculpture, with the majesty of death.

Even if they hadn't made a move yet, the aura emanating from them alone was enough to make everyone present feel a chill.

They were the former five kings and thirteen candidates of the Great Wei Dynasty.

In addition to the dead British King Xiahou Yuan, Wu Wang Fu Sanqian, and the Zhenxi Shenhou in Laiyun City, four others died on some unknown battlefield, and now only eleven remain.

But each of them has the strength to be infinitely close to the Taishang.

The presence of each one is enough to turn the tide of victory or defeat on a battlefield.

And when they came to the sky above this battlefield, they did not rush to make a move, but looked at them coldly for a while, but their faces showed little interest.

Under Xiahou Ming, except for the Taibai Daoist, who can be regarded as a star death, no one can enter their eyes.

For them, attacking such a group of ants should be called humiliating.

So one of the eleven stepped forward - it seemed to them that one man would be enough to deal with such a miscellaneous fish.

In fact, it is also the case.

The person who shot it can be regarded as Su Changan's old acquaintance.

It was an old man, with a gloomy face, a little wrinkled on his face, but not old, and his waist was straight, like a pine.

His name is Gu Qingfeng.

King Jin of the Northland, Gu Xianjun's grandfather, Gu Qingfeng!

It's just that unlike the previous few meetings, Gu Qingfeng's face at this moment can no longer find half of the seriousness and love he once had, and he has become cold, just like the snow in the north, pure and cold.

He opened his hand, and the battlefield that was still full of murderous aura suddenly cooled down.

Even the air seemed to freeze at that moment, and a bone-chilling chill rose from everyone's bodies, and they didn't have time to wonder where the chill was coming from. Behind Gu Qingfeng, rows of ice spikes flashing with cold light suddenly appeared.

They lined up behind him like soldiers, and with Gu Qingfeng's soft shout, his big hand immediately pushed forward, and those ice spikes flew out like arrows off the string.

Accompanied by bursts of heart-rending screams.

The soldiers on Xiahou Ming's side fell in pieces like wheat straw.

Their bodies seemed to be frozen into ice, and as they fell, there was a loud thud that shattered their bodies into a jumble of pieces.

Xiahou Ming, who was at the forefront, naturally couldn't avoid becoming the target of the ice thorn, but Xiahou Ming's eyes were already red, and he didn't react to the roaring ice spike at all, and the ice spike had already come to him. At this time, his heart was in shock, and he hurriedly forced back the enemy troops who rushed up with his sword, wanting to take this opportunity to block this ice spike with a horizontal sword.

But his cultivation was still too weak after all, and the speed of the ice spike seemed to be beyond his expectations, the ice spike had reached the center of his eyebrows, but his sword had not yet been raised in front of him. His pupils dilated suddenly, and the shadow of death hung over his body like a thick mist.

Seeing this, the Taibai Dao people who had been sweeping the formation for Xiahou Ming on the side hurriedly shouted, and the spiritual power in his hand was urged, and the spiritual pressure had gushed out, and it was dangerous to shatter it at the moment before the ice spike touched Xiahou Ming's eyebrows.

"Huh?" Gu Qingfeng, who felt such a strange situation, turned his head to look at the Taibai Daoist, his brows furrowed, obviously extremely unhappy with the Taibai Daoist's move.

With another wave of his big hand, rows of cold ice spikes resurfaced, and this time, they no longer scattered into the army as before, but aimed at Na Xia Hou Ming in unison.

As a cold light flashed in Gu Qingfeng's eyes, those ice spikes flew out again.

Xiahou Ming was young after all, and in the face of such a large number of murderous ice spikes, he suddenly panicked, and he even forgot to try to dodge, and froze in place in a daze. Let those ice spikes come to him at a rapid pace, and they will shoot his body into a hornet's nest.

But how could the Taibai Dao people on the side treat him like this, he didn't care about anything else, and his body flashed in front of Xiahou Ming.

A huge spiritual power barrier was suddenly condensed by him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The ice spikes slammed into the spiritual barrier, one by one turning into powder.

But his barrier shook as it swayed with the impacts.

The chill in Gu Qingfeng's eyes was even worse, and with a wave of his hand again, the ice spikes, which were even more huge than before, shot out again.

The spiritual power barrier of the Taibai Dao people shook more and more violently, and even his body seemed to be affected in some way, becoming a little trembling, his face gradually became pale, and dense sweat stains appeared on his forehead.

Bang!

Another ice spike shot out, and a crack like a poisonous snake suddenly appeared on the spiritual power barrier, and the body of the Taibai Daoist was also shaken at that time, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Father!" Xiahou Ming, who saw all this in his eyes, couldn't help but let out an exclamation, with some kind of irrepressible cry in his voice.

Yes, he called the Taibai Dao people his father.

Unlike when his father called Sima Xu the second father, which was forced by the situation of helplessness, Xiahou Ming called Taibai Daoren from the bottom of his heart to thank him for his help along the way, and in time he betrayed his relatives in Jiangdong, Su Changan monopolized power, and Taibai Daoren still stood firmly by his side, therefore, he had already regarded it as a second father, and this statement was sincere and sincere, and there was no falsehood.

Bang!

Several more ice spikes shot out, and on the spiritual power barrier in front of the Taibai Daoist, cracks began to spread like dry earth, and soon they were densely covered.

And Gu Qingfeng's offensive did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and several ice spikes followed.

They were like the straw that broke the camel's back.

With the impact of the ice spikes.

The spiritual barrier shattered like glass.

And the body of Taibai Dao was also stabbed by the ice spike that passed through the barrier at that time, and he was suddenly unable to stand steadily, and he fell to the ground with a stumble.

Seeing this, Xiahou Ming on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

At this time, with Gu Qingfeng's move, Xiahou Ming's army, which was not dominant, was instantly defeated, and a large number of soldiers died at the hands of enemy generals.

Xiahou Ming could only support the body of the Taibai Daoist under the cover of some soldiers, and fought and retreated.

It is also strange to say that after Gu Qingfeng defeated the Taibai Dao people, he lost the interest of continuing to shoot, and retreated to the ten Dao figures like him, looking at all this in front of him with cold eyes.

Soon, Xiahou Ming and his group retreated to the gate of Daojiahan County, and there were only less than 40,000 of the 100,000 troops left at this time, most of which were killed by Gu Qingfeng. And most of the 40,000 people who survived were also wounded.

Sima Xu's army was still approaching, and they tried to drive Xiahou Ming and his people into a dead corner, and then completely wiped them out.

Everyone was naturally aware of this, but in the face of such a difference in numbers, as well as an almost invincible high-end combat force like Gu Qingfeng, it was difficult for them to organize any effective counteroffensive at all, and they were forced into a dead corner step by step and eaten away.

"Ya Father, Ya Father!" At this time, a heart-rending cry suddenly sounded in the crowd, and Hua Fei, who was resisting the fierce attack of the enemy army in front, glanced back yesterday, but saw that Xiahou Ming, who was covered in injuries, was kneeling in the crowd at the moment, holding the body of the already cold Taibai Dao and crying.

There is no need to ask, Hua Fei also knew yesterday that this Taibai Daoist was dead.

Their last star died.

The shadow of death came as expected, enveloping them.

"Hold it for me!" Mu Guiyun let out a loud shout at that time, and the sorrow and anger in his heart turned into guns and wiped out all the enemy troops that were killed.

"At least when Taibai's predecessor's heroic soul returns, I can't let Sima Xu detain his body and soul anymore!"

He said this, although he was extremely displeased with Xiahou Ming, and even blamed Mu Liangshan's death on him for a time, but at this moment, those mustards had long since dispersed. He had already tasted the pain of his father's corpse being wantonly humiliated, and he didn't want this to happen again, so his last belief was that way.

"It's useless. And at this moment, such a long sigh suddenly sounded among the eleven princes.

"Bai Heyuan is dead, and Xingchen Pavilion is now too busy to take care of itself, how can there be any mourners to bury Xing Di. A tall figure stepped out of the eleven figures at that time, so majestic that it almost obscured the light from the sky, making him look as if he was shrouded in shadows.

And his hand was stretched out at that time.

The corpse of the Taibai Daoist who was held in Xiahou Ming's arms flew into his hands at that time.

"But I'd love to help you and ...... his body."

The tall man paused, glancing at the astonished crowd.

A playful smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"Powder!"

Accompanied by his cold voice, a majestic spiritual pressure gathered from his palm, and he was about to kill the corpse of the already cold Taibai Dao person.

"Don't!" the exclamations of the people rang out with anger mixed with fear. But this did not stop the man's action, his hand was wrapped in majestic spiritual power, and he still slapped it straight down.

But the next moment.

He was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Because, he didn't shoot anything, and his hand carrying the corpse of the Taibai Daoist was empty at some point.

And a long and vicissitudes of erhu sound suddenly sounded at that time.