Cinnaphtha, holding a torch alof, drove the pony forward.

"There was no wind. ”

Peel Feather was dressed in silver armor and looked out at the distant scenery.

"Has the leader failed?"

The naphtha was stiff and tightened the reins beside the feathers.

He rolled over and dismounted.

"Stones?!"

His lips squirmed slightly, and he frowned as he looked at the naphtha walking forward.

"Feather. ”

The body of the stone brain paused slightly, and stood still in place.

"What is providence?"

What the?

Peel Feather looked puzzled, and the brow on his forehead furrowed even tighter.

"What is it?"

Didn't hear Peel Feather's answer, Naphtha's eyes narrowed slightly, but there were tears flashing between his eyes.

“......”

"Does it matter?"

Significant?

Peel Feather suddenly looked away from the naphtha and turned his face to the side.

"Stone, meaningless. ”

"The existence or absence of meaning itself depends on the person. ”

Cinnaphax opened his eyes and raised his head slightly.

His face reflected compassion, but his tone was relieved.

He smiled.

"Yu, my soul has been lost. ”

"My wife is dead. ”

Dropping the sticks that lit the fire, the naphtha looked at the torches falling to the ground by the light of the setting sun and the first moon.

"What's my point?"

Where?

Where is the soul?

Feather walked forward in silence and walked to the side of the stone brain.

He threw down the torch he held in his hand, and it fell to the ground.

Countless soldiers walked to the level of the two, and countless torches fell to the ground.

The wasteland is not Middle-earth, and in early spring and late winter, many of the dried leaves of the withered yellow old stems have not yet decayed into moist spring mud between the tender green buds.

The dead grass that has been soaked by the scorching sun becomes the nourishment of the fire.

"Bang!"

The fire on the ground in front of him was rising, and the heat of the skin was rushing towards his face.

The naphthalm stood in front of the fire, in the withered grass, with tiredness and indifference in his eyes.

Feather stood beside him, watching the waves of flame with him.

"Is this where we belong?"

More than 5,000 soldiers were not far behind the two, and no one left.

Everyone looked at the flames that spread across the land.

"It's beautiful. ”

The rolling flames were approaching, but the naphtha used his eyes to catch the countless embers that were covered with sparks.

The smile on his face was even brighter.

"Whew~!"

The sun was setting, and the wind was blowing in the night.

The wind swept up the red flags in the ranks of the soldiers and towered towards the ground.

Blow away the fire that spreads in all directions.

Stunned to stare at the waves of fire that suddenly disappeared with the wind, the stone brain quickly retracted the smile on his face, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Feather stretched out his hand and placed it on the shoulder of the naphthal.

His body was trembling too.

Trembling with excitement.

"Zheng!"

The sword at his waist was unsheathed, and Shi Nao raised his sword forward, shouting, "Go!"

The next moment, more than 5,000 soldiers gathered behind the two raised their weapons one after another, and rushed down the high slope with the waves of fire that were swept away by the wind.

Along the way, they extinguished countless dwarf fires left behind by waves of fire.

His unkempt hair was blown apart by the sudden wind, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a bonfire that had been blown to the point of being extinguished.

"The terrain here is low, and the air flow is drawn by fire, and the air flow is stacked at the high place, and it is blocked by the earth slope. ”

"How can you not be windy at night?"

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and with a slight smile on his face, he flipped his right hand and pointed the palm of his outstretched palm to the ground.

The golden glow exuded the iron blade, and a long knife that was entwined with golden rays and had a blue surface rose from the ground.

Holding the blade vigorously, the cold touch stimulates the nerves under the skin.

Yougen waved the iron long knife in his hand horizontally, and the golden and green vitality extinguished the bonfire scattered in the wind.

In the camp, countless bonfires were extinguished, and the canvases of countless barracks were removed.

Under the canvas, countless porcelain jars filled with fuel were shattered.

"Huh?"

Chen Fu frowned and tightened the reins.

He drove his horse to stand in the night, and suddenly it was much darker in the camp.

On the ground in front of him, something seemed to be flowing slowly.

Chen Fu swung the broad long sword in his hand and stretched the tip of the sword to the ground.

Picking up the axe in his hand, Zhou He, who frowned, clearly saw the liquid silk that slipped from the tip of the round axe to the ground.

Staring at the stalk of the withered grass and the scattered ears of seeds scattered among the viscous oil on the body of the knife that was as solid as autumn water, General Feng's face immediately turned pale.

"Stop!"

The six cultivators all shouted loudly.

But in order to be wary of Liu Heng and Yougen, the six cultivators who were unwilling to fight alone deliberately did not widen the distance between them and their own soldiers.

Six cultivators have entered the camp, and the coalition infantry vehicles have also entered the camp.

Most of the cavalry of the coalition army also entered the camp.

"Retreat!"

The shouts of the six people were as loud as thunder drifted into the depths of the camp with gusts of reverberation.

The wind is faster than their sound.

The waves of flames are rolling with the wind.

More than 15,000 soldiers were neatly arrayed, and most of Liu Heng's soldiers who were gathered on the periphery were holding shields and standing on the charred ground that was burned through the fire.

A little fuel had flowed into the waterway in front of the camp and floated among the dripping horses.

"Bang!"

The firelight illuminated the black curtain, and the waves of fire swept into the camp, and the camp suddenly became a sea of fire.

The tongue of flame raged in all directions, and the coalition soldiers were suddenly in chaos.

There were only more than 5,000 soldiers led by Naphtha and Peeling Feather, but they brought all the flags and drums and gongs, plus more than 15,000 soldiers hidden in the camp.

Shouts of killing immediately erupted.

This time, he wanted to suppress the thieves, and most of the soldiers led by the cultivators of the six counties followed him for a long time, and they were all his pro-army.

If more than 10,000 soldiers are lost here, not only will the strength of their own county be greatly damaged, but their status will also be greatly reduced.

A man in green armor, a white beard, and an unusually handsome face, and a middle-aged man in pitch-black armor took the lead in turning the horse's body and quickly ran towards the subordinates behind him.

A man dressed in green armor rushed to the front of the soldier who was also wearing green armor with lightning speed, and he waved the steel knife in his hand, and the cyan wind and lightning quickly formed a wall of qi.

However, the wind fueled the fire, and the fire that grew more and more in front of the wind wall flew to the other side.

And the fires that had already rushed into the wind vitality wall were also difficult to extinguish.

A middle-aged man in pitch-black armor kept waving the spear in his hand among the soldiers.

Bursts of azure Gangyuan spread through the spear body.

The water extinguished the fire, but the fire was surging, and with the help of oil and grass, it extinguished this place and started again.

Within a moment, the middle-aged man was exhausted.

Zhou Heda's bloodshot eyes stared at the countless soldiers struggling in the sea of fire, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't continue to use his vitality to erect in front of his men the only earthen wall that worked in the fire.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's not that the vitality in his body is depleted.

It's that he can't.

The world is so small.

Yougen looked at the old man in front of him with bloodshot eyes and trembling hair, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"But let me find you. ”

"With an axe. ”