A red glow slipped out of the fiery air dome, and the dazzling red light streaked across the sky, leaving a thin mark.

It was an afterimage.

The scorching wind blew the scattered hair ends and blew the flag of the "king" character general.

Under the flag, General Wang, who was standing in front of Ma Blood, frowned, and a solemn look flashed on his face.

"Shh~!!"

Beside him, there was an exclamation from the soldiers.

On the passing chariot, the soldier tightened the reins of the restricted horse.

Several chariots scattered around General Wang, spreading out an area.

The soldiers in the car all looked behind General Wang.

Look at a man with an iron halberd.

The loose hair, as usual, stayed at the back of Liu Heng's head.

The cloak behind it was stained with fine dust in the air, and the color of the cloak changed from crimson to crimson.

Part of the cloak, dragged to the ground.

The ground was littered with crushed plants, and green juice flowed from the cracked plants, soaking the mopping red cloth along with the blood of the horses.

Stand still in place, stand still under the banner of the general.

On the hazy and dark halberd, the flame-like runes gradually became clear, and the halberd crawling with runes trembled alone in Liu Heng's hands.

"Buzz~!"

The strings of the harp sounded, and the skin was sung and sung.

The continuous overlapping "hum" sound clearly echoed in General Wang's ears.

Beside General Wang, the staggered chariots slowed down their advance.

General Wang felt that everything around him seemed to slow down.

Whether it's the carriage passing by, whether it's the breeze blowing on your body.

Only the strange singing in the ears continued to drown out the sound of the army's march that should have resounded in this world.

This kind of singing made the blood that had just boiled in the general's body quickly calm down.

This kind of singing made the general's body seem to have a thin layer of frost that can only be found on the broad leaves at the dawn of winter.

The hand that raised the long sword slowly lowered, and General Wang put the long sword at his side.

Then, the "buzzing" that lingered in his ears stopped.

Liu Heng raised the halberd, and the halberd stopped trembling.

The feeling of suffocation in his body disappeared, and General Wang immediately turned around, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

Manual, halberd fall.

The human head dropped its body and flew into the sky.

The human blood that spurted from the severed body splattered onto the ground, mixing with the blood of the horse, which was still warm.

On the surface of the pool of blood that gradually raised the water level, the last thing that was reflected was the figure of Liu Heng wielding a halberd and slashing the flag.

The banner that fell to the ground, the wide flag covered with blood.

Liu Heng stepped on the flag, and the red light penetrated the runes on the iron halberd in his hand.

Liu Heng waved the halberd, and with each swing, a red pillar of light would emanate from the halberd.

Whenever the chariot was swept by a pillar of light, the carriage would be cut in half by the halberd intent in the red light.

Scorching flames erupted from the cut in the severed carriage, and many of the fallen soldiers were covered in flames with a miserable howl.

The situation took a sharp turn, and the front of the forward car formation soon fell into a raging sea of fire.

The screams of death, the burning chariots, the weapons and armor that were discarded at will.

Everywhere you look, it's all bodies struggling in the fire.

The armies were in turmoil, and the armies retreated.

stared at the sea of fire behind him dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that there was a root that had escaped from death, and he was stunned in place.

At this time, there was no luck in his heart, only a panic and a loss.

A strong wind struck in front of him, and Yougen Huo Ran turned around, and the oncoming dagger glowed with cold light, piercing his chest.

Blood flowed from the wound, and the handle of the dagger pressed against Yougen's chest, trembling in Luo Miao's hands.

Luo Miao shouted, pressed his palm against the top of the hilt, and vigorously pressed the dagger that had been pierced into Yougen's chest towards Yougen.

Yougen let out a cry of pain, his hands set aside Luo Miao's arm against the hilt, and kicked Luo Miao's lower body with all his strength.

This kick is completely full of strength.

This kick was between Luo Miao's legs.

"Phew!!"

jumped three feet high, and when Luo Miao fell back to the ground, he squatted straight on the ground.

The blood-stained face revealed a hint of iron and blue.

"Woo~. ”

A muffled sound came out of Luo Miao's mouth intermittently, he stared at Yougen, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak in pain.

And opposite him, Yougen, who staggered back a few steps, clutched the dagger inserted into his chest, and fell to the ground.

The consciousness of the roots began to blur.

In a haze, the last thing he saw.

Li Xi, who rushed from afar, with a look of shock and anger on his face, waved the shiny short knife in his hand and slashed at Luo Miao's head.

A faint flame floating on the charred solid wood.

Curling smoke is hidden in the darkness of the night.

The barbarians reached out and grasped in the torn cloth bags, and picked up countless millet grains.

The sound of laughter spread in the team, but Liu Heng, who was sitting by the fire, had a sad face on his face.

He had a dagger in his hand.

The dagger was half a foot long, and there were three diamonds on the hilt.

The color of the diamond is as red as blood.

Liu Heng flipped the blade of the dagger and roasted it on the fire for a while.

It wasn't until the blue blade was turned red by the fire that Liu Heng raised the dagger in front of his face.

After looking at it for a moment, regardless of the temperature on the red knife, Liu Heng stretched out two fingers and put them on the knife.

White smoke rises from the point where the fingers come into contact with the blade.

The smoke is like steam rising from boiling water, but there is not the slightest smell of burning.

Two red dots flashed in the brown eyes, and the fingers against the knife turned red.

Reddened fingers slid over the crimson blade and stopped at the tip of the blade.

The red color on the body of the knife quickly moved towards the tip of the knife, as if attracted by Liu Heng's fingers.

Until the last trace of redness faded away from the blade.

Liu Heng's fingers left the tip of the knife.

Feeling the wetness on his fingers behind leaving the knife, Liu Heng's brow furrowed even deeper.

He looked into the tips of his fingers and saw blood.

The blood was bright in color, warm, and fresh.

"Ding, ding, ding. ”

With three consecutive "dings", the dagger that was being held in Liu Heng's hand began to tremble.

The blue knife body was white.

Like infected fuel, the white, which could not blend with the blue, quickly scattered and covered the blue, and soon became the master of the sword.

Facing the changing colors on the knife body, Liu Heng, who frowned, focused his eyes on the tip of the dagger.

"Phew~. ”

A lingering sound came from the tip of the knife.

The sound is like the sound of a loose balloon, when the accumulated gas rushes to freedom after losing its restraints.

With this sound, a stream of blood gushed from the tip of the knife.

As blood poured out from the tip of the knife, the diamonds on the hilt quickly faded red.

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