"It's beautiful. ”

The man with an old face in purple scale armor looked up at the snowflakes floating in the air and soaked in blood.

He sighed and sighed.

"What a beautiful view. ”

The old man lowered his head, looked at the distance not far away, and slowly walked towards a figure on the wall.

The pupils in the old man's eyes moved slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "General." ”

"The snow is coming from outside the walls. ”

"The battle, which started last night. ”

"Now, there is no sound of fighting. ”

"The battle should be over. ”

The man who walked towards the wall suddenly stopped and raised his head to look at the snowy sky.

That man was a naphthal.

Blood-soaked snow covered the face of the naphthalm.

Naphtha looked at the blood-red snow and clasped his hands tightly together.

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

"Wen Dou. ”

"Blood is so fresh. ”

"Bang!"

The red flame enveloped the body of the naphthalm.

He turned into a red flame and flew up the wall.

The first thing he saw on the wall was a corpse.

Many corpses in armor were left in a mess on the walls of the pass.

A few corpses, with some slender weapons, maintained a standing posture.

Most of the corpses were ordinary foot soldiers.

Among the corpses of many ordinary people, very few barbarian bodies can be found.

The naphtha clearly saw that both the corpses of ordinary people and the corpses of barbarians were wearing armor styles belonging to their own camp.

He was silent for a moment, and then he roughly understood what was happening.

His mood. At the same time, it sank into the abyss.

Lift your feet, step over the dead bodies on the ground in front of you, and step into the pool of viscous blood that has accumulated on the surface of the marble.

The naphthalm stepped on the blood and walked to the wall, which was already very broken and dilapidated.

He was in front of the platform, raising his head slightly, looking at the top of the platform, the red satin flag fluttering in the wind.

On the surface of the banner is a tiger pattern covered in crimson snow.

There is a root, but he has become king. But the red flag in the army has never changed.

Tears flashed in the eyes of the stone brain.

He suppressed the grief in his heart and swallowed back the tears.

He drove the body Gangyuan and flew up the stairs.

He flew to the red flag and slammed his fist on the flagpole.

The flagpole was shaken, and a large amount of snow shook off the flag, spilling onto the body of the naphthalma.

The morning sun also sprinkled on him.

His eyes were already bloodshot. Staring at the area not far from the pass, the ground was also full of dead bodies.

His gaze quickly crossed over the dead bodies everywhere and landed on the camp a kilometer away from the pass.

Fire in the camp. It's already a lot smaller.

Many of the barbarians in the camp have been burned to death.

And the surviving barbarians have already walked out of the camp and have been assembled.

Most of the brutes who survived. Du Ben is the soldiers and horses of southern Xinjiang.

A small number of barbarians are the soldiers and horses who came to support the feathering.

But these few brute pawns are arranged very neatly. All of them wore silver helmets and silver armor with sharp maces, and stood out from the crowd among other barbarians holding spears and wearing rattan armor.

Peeling feathers, I clearly saw those, different brute pawns.

He curled the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"Haha. ”

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha......!"

The continuous laughter, piercing and sharp, grew louder and louder.

Shi Nao's laughter came from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't use the vitality in his body at all.

Except for Wen Dou and other cultivators who had just flown up the wall, the only ones who could hear the sound of the naphtha were the Gongsun clan people whose senses were far more sensitive than ordinary people.

Originally, Gongsun Xuanri, who was standing in front of the barbarians, looked at the top of the tower on the wall in the distance, and stood next to the red flag and laughed wildly.

His face was a little stunned, and his brow furrowed tightly.

"How?"

"Isn't the barbarian the only reinforcement?"

Of course not.

Outside the plug, outside the barren mountains.

The wind and snow that permeated the mountains gradually stopped.

Standing in mid-air, Yougen opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he turned his head to look south of the wasteland.

His gaze, through the barrier of space, saw the junction between the Western Wilderness and the Southern Xinjiang, scattered with blood-soaked snow.

He saw the soldiers who died on the wall and outside the pass, and he saw the barbarians who had gathered among the ordinary barbarians and originally belonged to him.

After a moment of stunnedness, Yougen already understood.

Anger filled his heart.

White light flashed between his hands, and pitch-black spheres the size of palms disappeared from his hands.

A broadsword, covered in rust, appeared in his hand.

He stood up, headed south of the wasteland, and slashed with his sword.

"Bang!!"

The endless sword momentum slashed into the white clouds covering the sky, and in an instant, it reached a million miles.

Middle-earth, Spiritual Mountain.

In the Tianyin Temple, Brahma felt something in his heart and immediately raised his head.

He gathered all his strength in his right hand and slammed his palm into the southwest.

The surging palm power passed through the boundless distance and space in an instant, and met the sky-breaking sword momentum above the heads of the Gongsun clan.

"Boom !!"

The loud sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth was like the most thorough thunder.

The palm strength and sword qi stir up the boundless wind and clouds.

There is no snow in the sky, only the wind.

On the barren mountain, there was a slight condensation on his face, and the broad sword in his hand was across his chest, and he slashed out with another sword to the southwest.

On the spiritual mountain, Brahma's right hand moved slightly to make a pinching flower fingerprint, and the palm of his left hand was slightly raised upwards towards the sky.

The golden Buddha lotus surrounding the Lingshan Mountain Range immediately radiated the extremely bright Buddha light, and the bursts of Zen sound in the mountains immediately made all beings lose their voices.

The sharper sword qi and the more powerful Buddha power collided again in the air above the heads of the Gongsun clan.

The sound of thunder was deafening.

The power of coercion swept the heavens and the earth.

The naphthol turned a blind eye to the coercion pressed on his body.

He pulled up the flag that was planted diagonally on the balcony beside him, tore off the cloak that hung on his back, and rolled the cloth around the flagpole.

He threw the cloak he had torn off onto the platform on the side of the building, and threw the red flag rolled up into the sky.

He took a step back and slammed his fist into the tail end of the red flag.

"Phew!!"

The red flag pierced the sky and rushed to Gongsun Xuanri, who was standing in front of the barbarian thousands of kilometers away.

The speed at which the red flag struck, it was so fast.

So much so that only Gongsun Xuanri was the only one in the Gongsun clan who could see the trajectory of the flagpole moving.

He pounced directly on the incoming flagpole and landed his palm on the top of the flagpole.

"Boom !!!"

The thunderous sound in the sky drowned out all the sounds on the earth.

But in the golden and white light scattered in the sky, Gongsun Xuanri's wide-eyed eyes and his trembling right arm all showed the shock in his heart at this time.

He raised his head sharply and looked at the stone brain standing on the platform, stunned.

He clearly realized that the power contained in the red flag that pierced the sky just now was no longer below him.

The red ring that surrounded the Naphtha Divine Prefecture gradually faded into countless tiny red points of light.

Shi Nao exhaled, his face was a little puzzled, and said, "This is, an almost illusory feeling. ”

"It seems that in every meridian on the body, there is a river flowing slowly. ”

"It's like it's unreal, and it's like reality. ”

"Is this the hole?" (to be continued......

PS: Hmm.

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