The second day of the No Regrets battlefield ended with cruel blood splashing...
Seven people...died.
Forty-eight... people were seriously injured.
Slight injuries... countless.
The appearance of black ant snakes has taught these greenhouse flowers a sad and ferocious lesson...
In the evil monster world... there are not only stupid monsters like pigs, but also cunning and weird black ant snakes... Even the black ant snakes are still low-class evil monsters...
What will they face on the third day?
Or, who will die.
Is it you?
Is it me?
Or us?
have no idea!
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Of the seven corpses, only two were dragged back...the remaining five were cut into pieces and eaten by the pigs, leaving no bones left.
The city where the dead were dead was filled with sadness... They buried the bodies silently... If there was no body, a simple wooden monument was erected.
17 years old, an age when they laugh and curse, are high-spirited, and imagine that they will make trouble in the future... Their souls rest in peace and are buried forever in the battlefield without regrets.
No regrets!
It's not that you don't complain or regret...it's that you don't even have a chance to regret.
Desolate and desolate... a cloud of sadness.
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outside world!
Under the giant screen, everyone was solemn... in silence.
The human race has never been safe... Every brick and stone in the solid city wall is the corpse of a hero... There is hot blood bonding between the bricks, making them impregnable.
At this time, the giant screen screen was cut from the battlefield without regrets.
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Qinggu Country, an unknown town.
A uniformed soldier shed tears and caressed his 4-year-old daughter... When he turned to leave, he did not dare to see his wife, daughter, or elderly parents.
In that battle, the entire army was wiped out.
Outside the broken mountains and rivers, ferocious monsters roared... Thousands of miles away in the city, a young wife looked into the distance... That glance at her husband's back marked an eternal farewell.
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Qinggu Country, a military camp.
A general sat cross-legged in the empty mess hall!
In front of him, there was a pile of steamed buns as high as a hill.
The fat and white steamed buns are filled with steam, soft and fragrant... Across the giant screen, people seem to be able to smell the fragrant aroma of wheat.
"Old Zhao, we guarded the Monster Canyon and ate ferocious monster meat for three months until our intestines were broken... You said that after the war is won, we will eat a mountain of steamed buns."
The general grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"There are so many ferocious monsters, too many... Of our five brothers, the eldest is dead, the third is dead... the fourth... and you... are all dead after draining the last drop of blood."
The steamed buns were stuffed into his mouth one after another, and the general's belly bulged high.
But he is still eating...eating hard...
"I promised you to protect a city and 3 million civilians...I did it..."
The general's face was red, his face was covered with stubble, and he was a nine-foot strong man. Suddenly, tears burst down his face... It was like a mountain torrent collapsing, and he could no longer hide his helplessness.
"I promised you that I would eat up a whole mountain of steamed buns, and now... I have done it!"
eat!
The general is still eating endlessly.
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"Die for the people and die well!"
A loud slogan broke through the sky.
Tens of thousands of expeditionary troops are ready to go... The camera bugs in the sky can't be seen to the end.
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These passionate images were like a giant dragon roaring, moving the entire Qinggu Kingdom.
Without sacrifice, there is no peace... Without dedication, there is no peace...
Soldiers...die for the people...die well.
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salute!
The whole country put their right fists on their left chests and performed a heroic salute.
In the outskirts of Xiangfeng City, Lu Xiu Ming solemnly placed his fist on his left chest...with unprecedented seriousness.
Lingluo Villa... A teardrop flowed from the corner of Mr. Liu's eyes...
Do you regret it?
Repent!
But...it's worth it.
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Boom!
Inside the battlefield without regrets.
"The Sun List" shines with golden light.
Wang Junchen... is still number one... the number of demon dust... is 1,235...
There is no suspense.
Two days, over a thousand!
This is the most horrific result in the past thirty years.
Two times ahead of the second place... a clear winner.
He sat cross-legged in the distance, feeling a little tired... These black ant snakes were not easy to deal with.
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He Jianggui...the second...number of demon dust...682 grains...
It's far away from first place.
But at this moment, his eyes were not looking at Wang Junchen... Instead, it was the young man in scholar robes from Xiangfeng City who caught his attention.
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Ji Dongyuan...third...number of demon dust...669 grains...
Almost biting He Jianggui.
This is a well-deserved dark horse.
He comes from Xiangfeng City!
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White Page Dragon... was overtaken and fell to fourth place... 507 pieces of demon dust...
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Wang Zhuqing... still fifth... 482 pieces of demon dust... Living in Wuhui City, he knows that creatures like black ant snakes are hard work, but there are some ways to deal with them.
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sixth!
A name that no one expected... Huang Lingling... also comes from Xiangfeng City.
She harvested 445 pieces of demon dust... Most of this terrifying achievement came from her top-quality robe... Perfect True Color Light.
The sneak attack of the black ant snake is almost ineffective.
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Seventh...Jiang Xiangyi.
Eighth...Ning Xiaojing.
Ninth...Chen Jingtao.
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Tenth...Xiangfeng City...Feng Haoyan.
It’s the mysterious Xiangfeng City again.
But as the leader of Xiangfeng City, he was overtaken by the two Eight Meridians. He had a frosty look on his face and couldn't express his frustration and anger.
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"Mistress...two days have passed...the weakest genius has collected more than 50 demon dust...you only have 11 here...not optimistic."
"Tell me the truth...you came to the Wuregret battlefield to enjoy the scenery."
Ji Dongyuan looked at Zhao Chu, who was sitting upright like a rock, with a puzzled look on his face... What does this confident expression mean...?
Yes, it should be fake.
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"Teacher, senior brother..."
Huang Lingling ran over and said timidly:
"Senior brother, um, thank you for the robe you gave me...but many formations...are broken..."
Hearing this, Zhao Chu raised his slightly closed eyelids and stared at Huang Lingling's delicate body, scanning back and forth without saying a word and frowning slightly.
Huang Lingling was panicked and said quickly:
"Senior brother... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's already very difficult for you to give me such a priceless treasure... Time is so tight, and you don't have time to mend the spiritual robe... I'm so greedy, I'm so selfish
people."
Huang Lingling's pretty face was covered with delicate guilt.
"Hmm... big, getting bigger day by day... oh... big... why is it bigger than Teacher Ze Yanhua's... She is indeed a growing girl... the front is convex and the back is curved, and the skin is tight...
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call out!
Zhao Chu nodded seriously, as if he was possessed by the critic... But before he could finish his next sentence... a strong sword light reached his throat.
"Ji Dongyuan, if you dare to stop me, I will kill you!"
Huang Lingling was so angry that her chest rose and fell more obviously... like a thrilling little white rabbit.
"No...sister, Xiaosheng is just asking if you need a little expert in digging holes? I am responsible for burying...shameless people, and everyone will find them and punish them!"
With that said, Ji Dongyuan rolled up his sleeves and dug a hole.
"Junior sister, you are already old. You are rude and careless... The essence of Wanxiang Jin lies in opening and closing. Your power is greater than that of teacher Ze Yanhua. I am very happy for you... Also, you have understood the fist shape.
, but the difference lies in the boxing intention."
"The front and back are curved, the muscles and skin...the most subtle evolution, and also the most important opportunity for breakthrough...the fist intention...do you understand?"
Zhao Chu shouted loudly, with a look of hatred that iron could not turn into steel.
Bang!
When the magic sword fell to the ground, Huang Lingling's pretty face turned pale, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
The senior brother worked hard, but he misunderstood his bad intentions.
Afterwards, Zhao Chu acted like a serious senior brother and gave Huang Lingling meticulous guidance on his cultivation.
"Sure enough, it's a bit brainless!"
Zhao Chu secretly broke into a cold sweat...Huang Lingling's current eight meridians...it's time to awaken!
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Ji Dongyuan slapped his head three times, making every pore messy: