There is a way of being the July fire.

As the Great Mars travels westward, the Central Plains is extremely hot, and the weather turns cooler. However, the Western Liang in July is in a state of hot summer and it is hard to be hot.

The barbarian army, which had been hoarding outside the pass for several months, finally set off on this day and launched an attack on the last portal leading to the Central Plains like a tide.

The guard of the army was called Fu Chengtian, the adopted son of King Wu Fu Sanqian. The barbarian army was approaching the border. The court woke up as if he was a dream. The messenger rushed all the way and ran to death five best horses and ran to Xiling Pass. The purpose was not to bring reinforcements or to give some strange strategies. Instead, he was granted the name of Fu Chengtian as a god general, and then returned hurriedly, as if he was afraid that the Xiling would be destroyed and the fish would be affected.

King Wu has been in charge of Xiliang for many years and has countless powerful soldiers and generals in his hands.

However, when facing the barbarian army that gathered millions of people again, it still seemed like a stunning tree.

Therefore, even now, the King of Wu is still huddled in the Xiling Pass, without any intention of showing his face.

On the contrary, his adopted son, Fu Chengtian, who had no cultivation, led his troops to fight with millions of barbarians outside Xiling Pass for five hours.

From sunrise to sunset, from early morning to evening.

Fu Sanqian's hands were cut by the court again and again, and the only 100,000 elite soldiers left in the end were finally completely swallowed up by the tide of barbarians.

In front of the huge Xiling Pass, corpses and rich blood energy were piled up on the ground and became haze, which did not dissipate on the battlefield for a long time.

The sunset casts the last scarlet blood light, shining on Xiling Pass.

As if I wanted to take a last look, the pass that has been standing for thousands of years.

The sound of drums on the shut stopped, and the last defender was shot and killed by the dragon falcon brought by the barbarian army.

Fu Chengtian slashed the head of a barbarian army in front of him with one sword, and hot blood spurted out, watering his body.

The blood made him angry, mad, and despair.

He stood up silently, and the murderous intent spread all over his body made the barbarians dare not move.

He looked around and except for him, all the 100,000 troops fell in front of Xiling Pass.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Fu Chengtian was panting, his hands began to tremble, and he could no longer hold the knife in his hand.

His eyes finally stopped at the pass that was now empty. He knew that there should still be an old man sitting there, and he should be drinking as usual.

He always does this.

Since several years ago, he has been like a different person.

Become greedy for life and fear of death, and become addicted to things in the cup.

There seems to be nothing in this world that can make him interested any more except wine.

Fu Chengtian once admired that man extremely.

His majestic back as majestic as mountains and rivers was once the most reliable city wall for the people of Xiliang.

The halberd in his hand was a nightmare that scared the barbarians.

And now, he is just a coward, and he is unfaithful and unkind by the world, and Fu Chengtian also thinks so.

For this reason, many of his veterans who had followed him for many years were discouraged and returned to the field.

But Fu Chengtian doesn't.

After all, he is his father. Even if he is just an adoptive father, in Fu Chengtian's heart, Fu Sanqian is his father.

He stayed and led the last 100,000 troops to fight the barbarians with a decisive battle.

This should be to pay back the debts of the people of Xiliang for their father.

Thinking of this, the only spiritual power left in his body surged out.

"Kill!" He let out anger, and a cold light suddenly appeared on the long sword. The barbarians around him were shocked by his momentum at that time and subconsciously retreated. But Fu Chengtian was a powerful person in the Dao Realm after all, and even if he was about to die, he was definitely not something that ordinary barbarians could dodge.

His sword came to the barbarian's voice at a very fast speed, and he was about to cut off his head.

But at this moment, his body seemed to be cast by someone, and he was stationary.

A stream of blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth at this moment, his head looked down with great difficulty, and his chest was pierced by a sharp arrow.

His body was kneeling down at that time, and the barbarians around him rushed over to see this, and the swords and halberds in their hands almost submerged him in that moment.

Fu Chengtian did not look back and see who shot the arrow that took his life.

He just widened his eyes and looked at the pass through the gaps between the swords and swords. His eyes seemed to be able to pass through the dilapidated city walls and see something that others could not see.

"Father, the baby is gone." He let out such a whisper that no one could hear clearly, and his head finally hangs down weakly and will never wake up again.

Tuoba Yuanwu walked to the front of the team again, and four stars stood beside him.

They are Nan Po Ting, Wanyan Zuoying, Tongduxiang, and Tugu Lu.

Once upon a time, Tuoba Yuanwu passed by, the Holy Son was the spokesperson of the gods. A person with firm belief in him could gain eternal life under his glory.

Most of the barbarians were somewhat suspicious of it, but after the barbarian army without a leader returned to Yongning Pass that day, within a few days, these people had watched the death of Xingyue in front of them with their own eyes and appeared in front of them alive.

So they put away their only doubts and became even more fanatical about the worship of those holy sons. At the battle of Xiling Pass, everyone was not afraid of death and only wanted to get the mercy of the holy son.

"As soon as the Xiling Mountain is broken, the human race will no longer compete with us for capital. By then, if Chang'an is taken down, the fortune of heaven and man is destroyed, our Lord will come to the world again." Tuoba Yuanwu, who was walking in front of the team, raised a gloomy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Such a smile also appeared on the faces of the four people beside him at that time.

"Human race, barbarian race, demon race. These humble reptiles and forgetful jackals, it's time for them to pay the price." The bronze elephant glanced at the fanatical barbarians behind him and said.

The smiles on the five leaders' faces became more and more strange at this moment.

They led the army to advance towards Xiling Pass.

This pass that has protected the human race for thousands of years is now empty. His city gate is open, with dense corpses lying around him. Some places at the close are still burning with fire, and a dilapidated state.

But Tuoba Yuanwu, who was smiling, suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face suddenly restrained at that moment.

The army behind him also stopped immediately and looked in the direction of the pass with a puzzled look on his face.

At that time, they saw clearly that at the city gate in the dark, a figure slowly came.

It was an old man with white hair and extremely sloppy. There were even some wine stains on his clothes all over his body, but his eyes were so calm, as if he had just woken up from a thousand years of sleep. The halberd of his hand was also a flash of cold light. Even in such a dark night, a hundred feet apart, everyone could feel the chill coming from the blade.

Finally, he arrived ten feet in front of Tuoba Yuanwu. He stopped, and the halberd in his hand fell and steadily inserted it into the ground. The force was so strong that the barbarians could feel that the earth seemed to shake at that time.

"Your Excellency is King Wu Sanqian? I'm here to Tuoba Yuanwu, I've been looking forward to it for a long time!" Tuoba Yuanwu bowed, with a gentle smile on his face.

But the old man had no intention of talking to him.

He looked around himself, his eyes cold.

He swept the corpse all over the ground, the soldiers who had followed him for many years.

He remembered their current appearance in his heart, thinking that if there was a next life, he would definitely apologize.

His eyes froze and finally stopped not far away, the figure who was still holding the long sword in his hand.

He recognized the knife.

That was what he gave him when he was eighteen years old.

He vaguely remembered that the young man held the knife tightly and told him with a blushing face that he wanted to be a hero like him and use this knife to protect the people of Xiliang.

He did it.

When the old man thought of this, something finally began to surge in his calm eyes.

At that time, he raised his head and looked at the stars.

He said to the star called Ziwei.

"Xiahou Haoyu, you, to save the country, will inevitably be killed or injured. I believe in you, so I stained millions of blood to make you live and die, and build up this wonderful river and country."

"You are also a big trouble, and Xiliang is the gateway to the Central Plains. I also believe in you, so I led a large army away from Chang'an and guarded Xiliang for you for nearly a hundred years."

"But you, again, your foundation will be broken and you will be established later. I don't believe in you, nor can you believe in you. But you are an emperor, I am a minister. I have to repay you for your kindness. So I have been carrying this infatuation for you for decades. I have given you this infatuation of unfaithfulness and unkindness for you for decades. I have handed over the country that my brothers once sacrificed their lives and forgot to build for you."

"Today, as you wish, the distant clouds were broken, I did not send a single army, Yongning was lost, I also watched from the wall, and even my son died under the chaotic blade, I still drank and poured myself."

"It's just that you asked me to go to the north again and build a foundation with you forever. But I dare not. I repay you for your kindness of your past, but I owe a million lives."

"This debt must be paid with my life."

After saying that, a big halberd in his hand crossed, and the stars suddenly lit up. A ray of starlight shot down. His clothes were floating and his face was cold.

He stood in front of the pass with one man and one halberd, with millions of barbarians in front of him and ruins behind him.

"Da Wei Erlang, I would rather die than surrender!"

He shouted loudly, and the sound was like a yellow bell, cutting through the night and surging the sea of ​​clouds.

"Kill him." Tuoba Yuanwu's face turned cold and he said.

The millions of troops behind him roared at that time, and roared like a tide.

Fu Sanqian's mouth smiled at that time.
To be continued...