Lin Beichen went over and patted his father-in-law on the shoulder, comforted him in the softest tone, and said, "Cry a lot."
Ling Junxuan slapped him.
Lin Beichen said again: "A manly man, chase your wife back after she runs away. What's the point of crying all the time? Let me tell you, there used to be a guy named Dong Yong. He met on the broken bridge in Hangzhou.
We arrived at a fairy named Weaver Girl..."
He told all the traditional Chinese stories about picking up girls.
After hearing this, Ling Junxuan blinked, wiped his saliva, and said angrily: "This Dong Yong is such a gangster. He actually peeped on the princess taking a bath and hid the girl's clothes to force her to get married. Such behavior is unacceptable to a gentleman.
, It is not a pity for such a person to die, don’t let me meet him, if I meet him that day, I will definitely ask him for advice on his experience in picking up girls.”
Lin Beichen:(￣ェ￣;).
The sudden excitement broke my waist.
"Okay, Lao Ling, please stop complaining here. Take a good bath, get some sleep, and put your appearance in order. When I come back from Zhaohui City, then..."
"Introduce me to a more beautiful one then?"
"Fuck... when the time comes, let's go to Tianwai to get our wives back together. You chase your wife, and I'll chase your daughter. Then we two brothers will embrace the beauty together, wouldn't it be beautiful?"
"It makes sense...just this seniority?"
"Don't pay too much attention to such unimportant details."
Lin Beichen made some jokes to comfort her, and Ling Junxuan also cooperated to let herself go, finally breaking away from the previous atmosphere of separation and death.
"When brother comes back, I will take you to heaven."
After Lin Beichen finished speaking, he rose into the sky, drove a bronze carriage, and rushed to the great city of Zhaohui.
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The shouts of killing shook the sky.
The fields are filled with blood.
The water in Xinjiang River has been completely dyed red.
The corpses floating on the river rolled in the red waves, like logs floating in the turbid waves in a mountain torrent.
Bang.
Gao Shenghan was hit with a palm in the chest, and his figure fell from the sky like a broken paper kite, slamming into the bright red river.
"die."
The pursuer is a Half-Step Heavenly Lord from the Daqian Empire.
A palm was pressed down from the void, and the turbulent clouds instantly transformed into a giant palm more than twenty meters long, which slammed into the water.
A clear six-finger palm print was immediately pressed on the water surface.
An unknown number of the sea tribe soldiers lurking in the water died in an instant, and there were also many dumb fishes that instantly turned up their white bellies and floated among the floating corpses.
high
Shenghan spit out a mouthful of blood and survived with a trace of divine power in his body. He immediately distanced himself and raised his hand to push towards the sky.
Repair and rest.
The sword energy roared.
Driven by the innate profound energy of the water system, countless water blade sword energy burst out of the river, densely packed like tornadoes, and swept towards the enemy in the sky.
He has been fighting all day.
The number of powerful men from the God King Army who died in his hands was over a hundred.
There were also three Half-Step Heavenly Beings killed by him.
This kind of achievement can be called remarkable.
Although his realm has barely reached the level of a fifth-level celestial being after his recent breakthrough, because he has practiced the techniques taught by Chief Priest Qin and mastered the silver divine power, he can rival the Half-Step Heavenly Lord in terms of combat power.
But with such endless consumption, he almost couldn't hold on anymore.
He had a vague premonition that his end had come.
Today's battle is the battle of his downfall.
Before death really comes, Gao Shenghan knows that he must continue to fight.
Not far away, on a tilting battleship whose rear half had been submerged in red water, the fighting was continuing.
Ling Wu stood at the front of the team.
There were eight silver long swords floating around him, constantly spitting sword light. In his hand, he also held a giant sword with a half-meter-wide blade and flashing sword light all around. His whole body was covered in blood, with several wounds on his skin and flesh.
Even to the bone, there were several bloody wounds on his handsome face, as if he had been injured by stray arrows...
Surrounding Ling Wu were Long Xiang's elite warriors who never stopped at night.
He is also his direct personal soldier.
It's just that the number of personal soldiers is now less than half.
On the front, like a tidal wave, the sand warriors from the Quicksand Kingdom were attacking like crazy. They had thick shields and heavy swords. They were very difficult to deal with, forcing Ling Wu, an elite elite scout from the empire, to use a big sword.
Slash straight to the ground.
"General, medicine."
A guard captain rushed forward, put the last [Beichen Pill] into Ling Wu's hands, and said loudly: "You are too seriously injured, retreat and recuperate, I will block you here."
"You're blocking your ass."
Ling Wu swallowed the pill in one gulp. He didn't have time to refine it, so he directly used Xuan Qi to force it, and the eight swords floating around him shot through the air.
Puff puff puff puff.
The eight experts from the Quicksand Kingdom who rushed forward were instantly nailed to the deck.
But these eight warriors from the Liusha Kingdom were extremely fierce. Even though their bodies were pierced and they were nailed to the deck unable to get up, they still grabbed the flying swords with both hands, making it impossible for Ling Wu to recall them.
"kill."
Amidst the roaring sound like a violent wind blowing sand,
Sha Lifei, the leader of Liusha Kingdom who had been waiting for a long time, finally caught the opportunity and took action violently in an instant.
The heavy yellow sand sword weighing thousands of kilograms, like a crescent moon, split the air, carrying the flame of the yellow sand profound energy, mercilessly slashed towards Ling Wu.
Ling Wu roared like a beast.
He immediately gave up recalling the flying sword, and the giant sword in his hand slashed like lightning. The muscles all over his body tensed under the force, and blood burst out from the wounds. The scars on his face collapsed, and his face was covered with blood. He roared and took the initiative to fight.
Go up.
Clang Clang Clang.
The heavy sword and the heavy sword collided crazily.
Clusters of sparks splashed up, as bright and beautiful as fireworks in the dusk air.
The battlefield is filled with anti-inflammation.
The smell of blood filled the air.
Ling Wu's arms were numb with excitement, and his body was in severe pain, but like nails, he stood still without taking a step back.
Because their location is the most important defensive point of Zhaohui Dacheng Port.
This is also the water 'grave' of the only remaining titanium-class battleships in the North Sea Empire - twenty-three titanium-class battleships were sunk here, and were stacked up by the sea warlocks with the help of the water, forming a place to guard Xinjiang, the great city of Zhaohui.
The defense line of the port.
Once this water surface defense line is lost, the fleet of the God King Army can pour in instantly, inserting into the central area of the Alliance Army like a scimitar, blooming more points, and breaking up the Alliance Army's formation!
Ling Wu was not originally the commander guarding this place.
But the main general Guan Feidu had died in battle.
The second, third, fourth, fifth and seventh commanders under Guan Feidu also died in battle. Now it is the turn of Ling Wu, the eighth commander, to become the leader of this defense line.
Supreme Commander.
Like the seven who died in the previous battle, Ling Wu took the lead.
In such a battle, strategy and tactics have lost their meaning.
Everyone is fighting crazily.
Ling Wu didn't know how long he could survive.
It's already dusk.
According to the original battle plan, when night comes, the Alliance Army will retreat, and Chaohui City will become the last line of defense against the God King's army.
further away.
Lingchi stood high on the flying ship, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The incalculable number of deaths made the Xinjiang battlefield seem like a huge millstone of life. Countless creatures and strong men died in large numbers in this area, making the world between heaven and earth vaguely filled with an unsettling aura...
…
"Order, withdraw..."
Ling Chi spoke slowly.
But before he finished speaking, unexpected changes occurred on the battlefield without any warning.