Nightfall

No one knows if Haotian laughs when humans think, and no one knows whether Haotian laughs when humans are in war, but thinking or war is ultimately a matter for humans, whether or not Haotian laughs Humans will continue to do so, or think hard or throw their heads and sprinkle blood.

The goshawk flew away, the black clouds were approaching, and the war on the wasteland continued. Every time someone fell down, there was a sword broken, and there was blood pouring out, the smoke gradually condensed, but I did n’t know it was because The cavalry's inability to charge at high speed is due to the fact that the ground is soaked in blood and covered by corpses.

In the middle of the battlefield, the powerful barbarian warriors rushed forward. The cavalry of Nanjin had been torn apart by them. The legendary extremely powerful Xiling Temple guardian cavalry were all rushed by them. Steady, of course, they also paid a very tragic price for it, many deserted soldiers fell on the road of charge.

The leather jacket trembles in the **** wind, and then drags out the shadows of the road. The deep-blooded Tang is like a burning stone, ramming on the battlefield, flying more than ten horses all the way, tearing several Xilings freehand The priest of the temple, then finally came to the front of Roque.

Blood flowed down from Tang's body, like a waterfall. It was all enemies, not his own. There was a visceral organ hung up on his shoulder, and the picture looked bloody.

Luo Kedi knew who he was, his face suddenly pale, fear occupied his body, and instinctively wanted to dodge or escape, but he knew if he would avoid or turn around and escape. Then Tang's fist will smash himself into pieces in the next moment. Even if you are lucky, you will give yourself a more tragic ending.

With a loud rant, Roque enemy waved the God-given sword and cut it down towards the top of Tang's head. The blade brought a sharp roar in the air. The golden lines on the blade were suddenly bright, and the power suddenly increased.

Tang looked at the falling knife blankly, punching straight out, **** like a mountain, and smashing it over the blade of Roque. The blade ruptured, and then the handle was violently cracked, and Roke's tiger's mouth holding the handle ruptured, and then the terrifying great power. Attacked upward along his arm.

The shoulder blade snapped, and Roque enemy's blood spattered backwards. He used his left hand to slash the knife, slashed to his shoulder, forcibly, and cut off the attack of that force before he died.

At the moment when he fell to the ground, Tang's body came into the air and stepped on the top of his head, watching the path getting closer and closer. The soles covered with blood and mud, the expression of despair in Roque's eyes.

His emotions at this time are just like Cheng Ziqing who had previously felt the horror and fierce fist, but just like Cheng Ziqing, there was a thunderbolt that saved his life at the moment before death.

The thunder and lightning in the lowlands of the wasteland have been chasing Tang's figure for a long time, and they have never been able to catch up, but at the moment when Tang seriously wounded the Rock enemy, they finally came.

Tang stomped to the ground. Stepping the thunderbolt stiffly into the ground, the wasteland ground moistened with blood for a long time, there was no way to shake, and there was a lot of blood squeezed between the broken grass branches.

Rayman's masterpiece. In the meantime, a sword appeared in the quiet, stabbing Tang's abdomen.

Tang is walking by Mozong. It may even be the last generation of Mozong walking, he is very strong, neither Cheng Ziqing, the powerful sword pavilion, nor the Rock enemy, is his unifying enemy.

In this world, it is difficult to have a sword stabbing him, but at this time he was stabbed.

Even if stabbed, with Tang's body strength, it is difficult for a sword to penetrate his body, but this sword stabbed into his body, and the thorn was so deep that blood oozed from the edge of the sword.

It was not a sharp sword, or the unparalleled sword by the sword pool, but a thin wooden sword. The wooden sword was exactly the same as it was a decade ago, but with an extra handle.

The person holding the wooden sword hilt is naturally Ye Su.

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Tang is walking in the world of Mozong, and Ye Su is walking in the world of Daomen. The two are like two sides of the world. One day, they will meet and collide, and then they will meet each other.

All of them are the pinnacle of the world, and each has their own pride. Ye Su turned to Junmo in the Academy of Lanke Temple. Junmo turned around, and he turned around. Today ’s Wilderness War is also disdain to kill those ordinary barbarian warriors. , But just tied his spirit to Tang Yiren's body.

Of course, there can be no absolute fairness. In addition to avoiding Ye Su ’s sword, Tang also needs to protect his own clan and fight with the Daomen ’s strong men. More importantly, he leads the barren tribe in the wilderness. Fighting for many days, more accurately he has been fighting for several years.

Spiritual spirit has been cultivated for a long time. It is at the peak of Ye Su. Against the tired Tang, the result of this battle is not difficult to imagine. The wooden sword penetrated deeply into Tang's abdomen, and then thundered.

There was a bright red blood opening in Tang's abdomen, and blood drips from his eyes and nose and mouth. This time it is no longer the blood of the enemy, but his own blood.

As soon as he met, he was seriously injured, and Tang's face still had no expression on his face, let alone fear.

His legs suddenly burned, and the bright red flame was like the magma in the volcano. The blazing high temperature had a real weight. The right leg leaves the ground at a weird angle and kicks down!

He clearly stood on the ground, his right leg was only lifted to a height of half a person, but when his right leg fell down, the foot in leather boots seemed to step down from the sky from the sky!

Kara clicked! Tang's right foot stepped **** the wooden sword, and the wooden sword broke from it!

Mu Jian was deeply inserted in his belly at this time. Tang's right foot stepped on the wooden sword, and if he hit **** his abdomen, disturbing his internal organs, but his face still had no expression. !

Ye Su's face was pale, his right hand loosened the sword handle, and he did not hesitate to abandon the sword. The thin robe danced in the wind of the wasteland. An extremely vague world spirit struck and retreated with the wind!

Tang Shanshan's right fist has been clenched tightly, hanging over his waist. He is about to strike but has not yet shot, because there is no Ye Su figure in front of him, and the shot can only hit the air.

Blood kept pouring out, and finally there was a trace of tiredness on Tang's face. Then he reached out and pulled out half of the wooden sword in his abdomen, slowly kneeling on one knee and gasping lowly.

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The first master of the wasteland, Tang, was seriously injured by Ye Su, who walked on the doorway. At this moment in the wilderness, the war seems to be finally clear.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield was gradually low, and the unprecedented breakthrough of the unremarkable man was finally blocked by the cavalry of the Nanjin cavalry and the **** cavalry of the Xiling Temple, but the assault of the more than ten thousand Western Tangqi was unstoppable.

Just before the barren tribe faced the annihilation of the genocide, there was a low and tidy chanting sound. Those barren warriors who were severely injured and could no longer fight, along with several veterans, began singing a verse.

That verse is not long, but the syllables are very complex, and it is obviously not a common Central Plains script_The wild people use the Central Plains script_but more like the original texts of the ancient kingdom of the lunar kingdom before the ancients, the desert soldiers and the leading singers The veteran, he didn't even know that passage, from the legendary Tianshu Mingzi.

As the Scripture's voice echoed on the wasteland, an arrogant breath began to emerge on the battlefield. This breath was extremely pitiful and silent, as if from the blood on the battlefield and the distortion or the number of stagnation. The truncated body reveals the meaning of death and reincarnation transparently.

The veteran of the barren tribe stood under the help of a young boy and stood up hard, looking at Tang, who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the battlefield, with a certain expression in the deep wrinkles on his face.

The elder elder also began to chant the Scriptures, reading the same verse. His voice was hoarse, yet extremely magnificent, like the wind, blowing on the wasteland, almost shouting.

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In the middle of the Allied Forces in the Xiling Temple, the tall figure standing in the terrace of the Juyong Tower slightly condensed, and taught the adults to listen to the sounds of the wasteland, the shouting of the old man of the deserted man, and silently thought, if not the hanging temples If the monk does not listen to the decree and refuses to come to the wasteland to help, you will not even have the opportunity to fight.

If the Buddhism of Xuankong Temple is not there, then someone needs to fight with the elder elders in spirit. Otherwise, if the old man ’s almost crying chanting continues on the battlefield, then whether it is the Central Plains Allied Forces or the Xiling Temple His own cavalry cavalry will pay a tremendous price.

In the face of the chanting chants of the ghastly elders, even if the tall figures on the giant dragon can only protect themselves, who is eligible to fight? In the Xiling Temple Coalition, only the old man is eligible.

The wrinkles on Tian Yu's face were deeper and deeper. He listened to the chanting sounds from the far north and listened to the old man's shouts. He said calmly: "Tianyu is dark, and the beginning of the light is also.

Then he said again: "The decree begins with sacrifice, and the good begins."

In the end he said, "Tianyu is bright, the beginning of man."

After finishing these three sentences, the wrinkles on the face of God ’s Oracle, as if to be carved into his cheeks, flesh and even bones, two very thick blood flows from the corners of his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot. com ~ Around the gods where the oracle priest is located, the faces of the seven red-clad priests have dried up, their black hair suddenly turned into white snow, and they were instantly hundreds of years old, and they have no longer breathed.

The old man of the barren slowly closed his eyes and then fell backward.

The barbarian young soldier who supported him didn't know what was happening, holding his body sad and speechless. The barren wounded around him struggled to stand up and then fell to their knees.

The elder veteran's spiritual power is very strong, and there is still a very small gap compared with the most powerful spiritual priests in the temples of the Xiling tombs, so the final outcome is his death.

This is a seemingly simple, but extremely dangerous war. The oracle priest finally consumed the life of the seven red priests, and won the victory, and the savages did not use any savages until they died. .

In this sense, it is unknown who is more powerful.

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(Four chapters tomorrow.) (Unfinished to be continued ...)