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The black-armored soldiers on Sima Xu's side charged towards the precipitous city of Jiahan County again and again, but they were repulsed again and again under the stubborn resistance of the defenders.

Crossbows and arrows intertwine back and forth, harvesting one life after another.

The so-called life has become so worthless here.

No one had time to grieve over anyone's death, and killing became the only belief in their hearts.

Because no matter which side it is, killing the other party is their only hope of survival.

Yan Guiqiu alone blocked this copper drive and listened to the two barbarian stars with Nan Po, the sword light was staggered, and the spiritual power was cleansed.

Xiahou Ming also took on the heavy responsibility of fighting against the two stars of Tugu Lu and Wanyan Zuoying, although he cultivated to reach the stars because of the reward of the Heavenly Dao, but after all, the time is still shallow, and the face of the two veteran stars with incomparably rich combat experience is also beyond his strength, and he is often in danger, fortunately he is the son of destiny, with the protection of the dragon phantom, he can barely support it, but it is obviously not a long-term plan.

And Hua Fei and the others stood alone in front of Jiahan County, fighting against tens of thousands of enemy troops, although they cultivated to win, but after all, they couldn't stand the enemy's large number of people, and they all had more or less a lot of injuries on their bodies.

Roar!

Above the dome, the beetle snake that had turned into a real dragon let out an earth-shattering roar, and a prince was torn in half under his claws.

But this result did not change the situation, he was hit the back by the remaining nine princes, and one after another hideous wounds appeared on his back, bloody and miserable.

"Little rabbit, it's so ruthless. The beetle snake scolded, his face was fierce, but he knew in his heart that today was probably more than lucky.

He should be extremely strong as a true dragon, but the way of heaven is lacking, and the real strength does not exist in ten, plus these princes explain the role of resurrection from the dead, and have the blessing of divinity, it is unbelievably strong, almost no different from the Taishang, with one as ten, it really makes him embarrassed, to kill one of them, it seems that he has wasted his hands and feet, and has paid a great price, and if he continues to fight, I am afraid ......

Thinking like this, the beetle snake looked at Guo Que who was fighting with Sima Xu in the distance.

This Dimensity is really mysterious.

At this moment, Sima Xu and Guo Que stood out of thin air on both sides, and a gossip array appeared behind them, and a vertical eye flickered in the center of their eyebrows.

When they looked at each other, the space between the two was constantly distorting and colliding, as if some invisible energy was constantly impacting, so that the space was constantly distorted, deformed, and even faintly broken.

However, the expressions of the two were extremely gloomy, and they were obviously engrossed in this big battle, and they had no time to take care of other things.

But as time passed, the beetle snake could clearly feel that Guo Que's body was already trembling slightly, and the sweat stains on his forehead gradually appeared.

Although he couldn't really see the way the two of them fought, it was not difficult to guess that Guo Que had already fallen behind at this moment.

He didn't have time to sigh, and the nine princes behind him came again.

"You're so annoying when you're a snake grandfather, aren't you?" the beetle snake roared angrily, and a sinister aura appeared in its huge eyes.

He turned his head and didn't think much about it, and roared again at the nine princes.

In addition to the beetle, there is also a person in the distance who is anxiously concerned about the direction of this great battle.

That person was Yun Lao, the mourner who followed Su Changan from Xingchen Pavilion to this place.

As a mourner of the Star Pavilion, he was limited by the rules and could not participate in this battle, but that did not prevent him from caring about this battle. It's not because of how deep his feelings are with Su Changan, he follows Su Changan in the name of Hongluan, and he has both the obligation to monitor and the responsibility to protect.

And no matter how you look at the current battle situation, it is not beneficial to Su Changan's side, he doesn't dare to imagine how he can afford it if Su Changan has a good and bad Hongluan to blame, so he is anxious for a while.

He looked at the red barrier in the center of the battlefield, it was the world opened by Xiahou Haoyu, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see through that barrier.

As the undertaker of the Star Pavilion, although his strength does not reach the level of the Taisu, it is far beyond the ordinary star death, but he still can't see the situation in it, which shows how strong this Xiahou Haoyu's strength is.

This undoubtedly aggravated Yun Lao's worries.

He looked at it for a long time, but he still couldn't see the situation in the red barrier, but he vaguely felt that Su Chang'an's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and he was obviously at the bottom of this big battle.

Yun Lao's face changed back and forth at that moment, and finally as if he had made some extremely important but difficult decision, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and took the erhu that had been with him for many years from behind his back.

Then he took a stance, holding the erhu in one hand and the bow in the other.

A long, rapid piece of music sounded in his hand.

Different from the sad requiem, this piece of music is extremely strange, and even hides a hint of a golden iron horse, like a beacon fire that spreads the news of war from afar.

One after another, golden edicts flew out of his erhu with Yun Lao's playing, one after another, and after hovering in front of him for a while, they turned into streamers and flew into the distance.

When the song was finished, Yun Lao put away the erhu in his hand, looked at it, and saw that cracks had appeared on the erhu that had accompanied him for many years, although it would not completely destroy this erhu, but the cracks on this quaint erhu looked particularly hideous.

He smiled bitterly, he has lived for so long, he has no friends, and his relatives have long since died, if there is anything he cherishes, I am afraid that there is only this erhu.

He shook his head and put away the surging thoughts in his heart—this was a big taboo for the mourners who cultivated the Taishang Forgetfulness Record.

Then, he looked up at the sky in the distance, as if waiting for something.

It wasn't a long time, but it was only a hundred breaths, but Yun Lao was quite anxious, and his brows kept frowning tightly.

Finally, his eyebrows suddenly opened at a certain moment, and he saw the same golden edict roaring from the distant sky, and one of Yun Lao's hands suddenly stretched out, and the golden edict poured into his palm at that time.

There was a sound of skin being burned, but Yun Lao didn't care, he hurriedly looked down at his palm?

I saw that the palm of my hand was burned by the golden edict and there was a large blood mark.

And the blood stains were distorted, but they formed two handwritings.

After reading the handwriting, Yun Lao's previous anguish dissipated, and a smile spread across his wrinkled face.

So was the handwriting.

"Got it. ”