Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight blood is exhausted to turn dust and soil sixteen
Yelvzong sat on the snow-white horse, his cold eyes filled with a hint of chill. The two ordinary-faced Khitan warriors beside him had no expression on their faces, looking at the battlefield. Behind them
There are also dozens of brave Khitan warriors holding torches high. Their eyes shine with blazing light. As long as their third prince gives the order, they will rush forward without hesitation.
With a "bang", the young guard who was holding Mo Xiaoshan's body staggered, and was punched in the back by a Khitan warrior who suddenly came. His body swayed, and then the
The young guard who was successfully attacked opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood mist. His face was even more pale. He stabilized his body. He supported Mo Xiaoshan with one hand and Han Mang with the other.
In a flash, he stabbed the Khitan warrior in the chest with his backhand.
With a flying kick, the Khitan warrior who was stabbed by a knife was kicked away. Another young guard had anxious eyes in his eyes. He looked at his brother Paoze with concern, but he could not stretch out his hand. Even though there was something in his hand
The knife shone with a cold light, but they could only shrink themselves within a small area. The shaky Mo Xiaoshan's face became worse and worse, and his expression began to slump.
"Brother Mo" Zhao Kuangyin suddenly had a look of anxiety on his face. He swiped his long stick in his hand to fend off the incoming Khitan warriors, and then supported the crumbling Mo Xiaoshan with one hand.
His internal energy was about to flow away from the person with a sluggish expression. When he took a look, Zhao Kuangyin's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror. He felt that the true energy in Mo Xiaoshan's body was extremely disordered, like a ball of cotton, and the energy in his body was extremely chaotic.
The meridians had long been scattered and severed. How could this not frighten him? He didn't know who it was and what it was, but none of the Khitan warriors present had such unpredictable methods.
"Brother Yu, there is no need to look around anymore. Brother Yu has hurt you. Master Huaisu must not be able to come either. They came well prepared. Brother Yu was severely injured by a sneak attack. I am afraid even the gods will not be able to recover."
It's just that Brother Yu's hard work over the past few years has been ruined, and Yanyun's plan to regain the sixteen states cannot be implemented. Brother Yu is really ashamed of the commander-in-chief, and of my thousands of Han people."
There was blood in Mo Xiaoshan's mouth. He explained intermittently, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes. Yanyun Sixteen States did not reply, and the persistence in his heart was not realized with his own eyes. That sluggish expression
It became more and more serious, and his eyes began to show a bit of sadness and unwillingness.
"Ah?????????", the injured young guard suddenly let go of Mo Xiaoshan's hand, and he roared, an unwilling roar like a lion roaring and a tiger roaring. The young man
Hu raised the knife in his hand and rushed towards the group of Khitan warriors who were rushing up, regardless of his serious injuries. He raised and lowered his hands like a wounded tiger and rushed into a group of wolves with claws exposed.
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The thick darkness of night quickly covered up the figure of the young guard, and he quickly disappeared into the group of Khitan warriors. Several dazzling sword lights appeared, a few wisps of red blood splashed, and the tiger finally
When their strength was exhausted, the wolves attacked in groups. The young guard quickly fell into a pool of blood. Several flashes of cold light rose into the sky with fishy blood. There was no trace of blood on his body.
One spot was intact, and his whole body was covered with thick and gurgling blood. But his eyes were wide open, refusing to close his eyes and not be willing to die.
The wind blew up, the fog gathered, and the sound of the wind was like an elegy, shrouding the dead man. The whistling sound of the wind, the tragic and solemn elegy, and the light mist that seemed to gather and disperse at that time, were exactly
The curtains of cloth are soothing the departed heroes, and the rising white mist is washing the souls of the warriors.
Everything seemed to be still. With the fall of the young guard, and with the swords in the hands of the several Khitan warriors rushing up, everything seemed to be frozen. The blood rushing out of the sky was blown by the wind.
Zhong Ning rises and falls, and the bloody night is lingering in the cold light as thick as lacquer.
Ling Tianyun quickly swung the scimitar in his hand. He didn't know how many times he had been slashed by the enemy. The group of Khitan warriors rushing up were like a group of evil wolves, and he was the food in the eyes of those evil wolves.
The mysterious clothes all over were stained with the blood of one's own or the enemy's. The scimitar in his hand cut off countless cocoons, and a trace of respect flowed through his heart, a strong feeling for the unknown man.
Respect.
"Dang", there was a flash of lightning, and several crescent-shaped knives were blocked by the knife in Ling Tianyun's hand, sparking a few sparks, which looked extremely dazzling in the dark night. And the sound coming from his hand
The huge impact pushed the Khitan warriors back. After the Khitan warriors took several steps back, they managed to stabilize their bodies, and their eyes became even more fierce.
The light is like the faint light shining from the eyes of wolves.
After Ling Tianyun blocked the group of Khitan warriors who were swarming around him, he couldn't help but move closer to Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan. When he moved towards them with great difficulty, he found the Khitan warriors rushing towards him.
The warrior was like a maggot attached to his bones and could not get rid of it at all. He made a decision at that moment. He silently chanted the formulas in the Heart Sutra, and his pure and yang internal energy rushed towards the scimitar in his hand. The raised scimitar brought up
Wiping his bloodthirsty sword light, he swept towards the Khitan warriors around him.
There was a sound of metal clashing, and the group of menacing Khitan warriors felt a lightness in their hands. They were horrified to find that the extremely sharp scimitar in their hands had been cut off by the scimitar in the hand of the seventeen or eighteen year old boy in front of them.
.The weapons in their hands were cut off, and endless fear surged in their hearts. They did not expect that their scimitars made of fine iron were so vulnerable and could be cut off easily by the opponent. And they no longer had any skills that they could handle.
The weapons retreated one after another. The wolfish style of not fearing life and death was greatly reduced at this moment. People who are not afraid of life and death will naturally feel fear when facing an opponent who is stronger than themselves.
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Ling Tianyun made a mistake and used his strong body to shuttle through the group of Khitan warriors who only had half-cut scimitars in their hands. He soon arrived at Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan, and the ghostly waiter was already unable to bear the burden.
The wandering figure also slowed down. There were already several wounds on his body, and the dazzling bright red blood stains were shocking. However, he still stood around Zhao Kuangyin fearlessly, attacking one wave after another.
The attack by the Khitan warriors was blocked.
Ling Tianyun's arrival just relieved his pressure. The two of them took their positions in a tacit understanding, protecting Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan in the center. The last young guard who was supporting Mo Xiaoshan had a trace of absolute despair in his eyes.
With the ray of light, he completely handed Mo Xiaoshan into Zhao Kuangyin's hands. The resolute face on his face was filled with tenacious pride. His body swayed and he rushed towards the group of Khitan warriors who were rushing towards him.
He was like a drop of water falling into the sea, without even a splash, and was submerged in the dark night. Only the blood and a fierce aura that filled the sky were there in the cold. The wind lingered for a long time. Even the Khitan warriors who were rushing in showed heavy eyes. They rushed forward one after another without flinching at all, just to fight for even one breath of time for their companions. They were not afraid, even if Having lost their lives, they didn't even frown. The bodies that turned into flesh and blood, with their heavy obsessions, condensed in the desolate night.
The blood is strong and the night wind is sudden, but on this two-three-mile-long street, under the remote Wutai Mountains, layers of white mist are condensing, like curtains fluttering in the wind. The white mist rises all over the sky. The bloody smell, the bloody flowers that spread on the ground, are just for that life's persistence. The blood has been shed, and it has long been transformed into the dust and thick soil covered with blood shadows. No one flinched, and no one Fear, the blood rushing to the nose was like a mental enhancer, stimulating everyone's nerves, making people feel intense excitement all over their bodies unconsciously.
The iron-tower-like man in front of me, who was full of passion for expelling foreigners all his life, slowly withered with a hint of unwillingness. His lifelong obsession finally turned into a blue sea in the vast night. Su, but there was a trace of heavy helplessness in those bright eyes. No one understood how heroes could just be attracted to each other. Only they could understand what the other party was thinking, and that red face with tears in its eyes But men are also such people.
"You don't have to comfort Brother Yu. If something happens to you, you can fulfill Brother Yu's long-cherished wish. Don't forget to put a pot of good wine on Brother Yu's grave and tell Brother Yu that you can rest in peace under the Nine Springs." Mo Xiaoshan Suddenly, he grabbed Zhao Kuangyin's hand with force and shouted loudly. And his dead eyes became hot, and he looked eagerly at the red-faced man.
"Okay, I, Zhao Kuangyin, swear here that I will regain the sixteen states of Yanyun in this life. To comfort Brother Mo's long-cherished wish in his life, if he violates his long-cherished wish, he will be struck by thunder." Zhao Kuangyin said in a deep voice with tears in his eyes. And his words As soon as he fell, he felt that the strong hands that were tightly grasping his own hands suddenly lightened up, and Mo Xiaoshan's fiery eyes turned lifeless. His hands hung down as if powerlessly, and his body slowly moved from Zhao Kuangyin's Fell into his hands.
Zhao Kuangyin's face had a look of calm solemnity. He lowered his head and stared at the tall man lying on the ground. A gust of cold wind blew open the clothes on the chest of Mo Xiaoshan's corpse. Zhao Kuangyin's eyes shrank slightly, A chill came from the bottom of his heart, because he saw a black palm print on Mo Xiaoshan's chest. It was that black palm print that abruptly cut off all the vitality of this proud man. And He had no memory of the black palm prints, and had no way of starting. He silently swore another oath in his heart, and then he raised the dragon stick that looked like a hovering dragon shadow.
Ling Tianyun had already felt Mo Xiaoshan's aura gradually fading away, and finally the aura disappeared in the night. He had determined that the iron-clad man was dead. Inexplicably, he still felt endless sadness in his heart, but He is no longer the Ling Tianyun he was back then. He has transformed all this grief into a huge force. The scimitar in his hand is like splashing silver, running with the force of thunder, pressing against the incoming Khitan warriors. go.
There was no earth-shattering battle, only the solemn desolation of the night. The hero just grew up overnight. The heroism was like a sprout that was about to grow into a tree. At this time, Ling Tianyun was used to seeing life and death, and he had seen too much. Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and there was only one thought in his mind. The knife in his hand turned into endless power and shrouded the enemy. The wounds cut under his legs and on his back seemed to have no feeling at all, and he had ignored them.
There was a long roar of a dragon, and the roar of the dragon that resounded through the night sky echoed and fell in the Wutai Mountains, echoing through the mountains.
But it was Zhao Kuangyin who raised the long stick in his hand and let out the suffocation in his chest, and a transcendent and majestic aura emerged spontaneously in his exquisite tiger eyes. With the long stick in his hand and across his chest, the man who stood tall and upright was like a god of war. Like, standing proudly under the night sky. The stick emitting a faint golden halo can vaguely resemble a dragon dancing and circling, trying to break through the confinement of the night and rush towards the sky.
"Dang", "Dang", "Dang"?????????????
There was a constant sound of metal clashing, but Zhao Kuangyin swept across with his long stick, directly sweeping away the weapons in the hands of the remaining ten Khitan warriors. In some cases, the weapons in the hands of several Khitan warriors were swept away by Zhao Kuangyin, He flew away directly and disappeared into the night.
At this time, Ling Tianyun didn't know how many Khitan warriors fell at his feet, but he didn't feel any fatigue. On the contrary, he only felt that he was getting braver as he fought. On the other hand, the waiter with weird footwork showed fatigue, and his face was full of fatigue. There were blood stains all over his body, a layer of dense sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was as pale as bloodless. He was breathing heavily, and his whole body was shaking slightly.