Nightfall

The tongue of fire danced wildly on the silver mask and black eyes, like an electric awn in Xia Yu. []

It is now the winter season, the snow flakes are falling, and it is not the Chang'an City where the world's vitality is shaking. Naturally, there is no lightning, it is a real flame.

The snow-covered fields and beautiful and quiet villages along the official roads were supposed to be extremely beautiful pictures. They were burned by fierce flames and suddenly turned into scorched and desolate waste soil.

The Longqing prince looked quietly at the picture in front of him. His expression was indifferent, and he could not see any excitement. Only the hand holding the reins revealed his true emotions.

After leading the East Barbarians to the Tang realm, he only ordered his subordinates to set off two fires, one far east, and the other fire in the village at this time.

With 2,000 of the most elite cavalry subordinates, he rushed to Changan at all costs. No matter the Tang Dynasty's volunteers or the difficult cavalry cavalry, they could no longer catch up with him.

It is very close to Chang'an City.

When he lost to Ning Que in the mountaineering test of the academy, he took the Xiling Temple mission and **** cavalry, and left Chang'an sadly, he took this road.

In the officialdom of the year, he remembered the pictures he saw, recalled the feelings of the year, and then remembered the ambitions he had made in the past. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel

"I'm going to push down all these unsightly people's residences in the Tang Dynasty, shovel out all the **** flowers in the fields, and then burn all the fire to burn away those sins and dirt, leaving only a bright world."

He is about to return to Chang'an City, which left him endless humiliation and pain, and changed his life in a certain sense. His spiritual practice and strength are far superior to those of that year. His eyes are no longer pure and bright.

In the fields beside the road, the **** flowers have not yet grown, and the dwelling houses painted by the farmers in Tang Dynasty are as beautiful or ugly as they were then, so let all the fire burn out.

By the way, tell the people in Chang'an City, I'm here ... Chang'an City is snowing. Rain is falling in the north of Weishan Mountain, but it is the same cold. The rainwater soaked the armor jacket. Seeping into the cotton coat and reaching the body, it seemed even more difficult.

In the cold rain. All the Zhennan Army marched northward, and the mountains and forests of the Kazan Mountains were full of Tang Jun figures, densely packed, like the leaves that had fallen for thousands of years in the forest.

The march was very difficult. The cold weather and rain, rotten leaves and trampled and messy mountain roads were all their enemies. Many people along the way had been left behind.

More people are moving on, even if they are pale. Feeling exhausted physically and mentally, he still clenched his teeth, lowered his head, and followed the people in front of him in the muddy mountains.

Only clenched teeth can continue to support, only silence can save the last trace of physical strength. Only with their heads down can the tired people see clearly where the march is.

More than one hundred thousand Tang troops walking in the mountains did not make much noise, only the crackling sound of military boots stepping on the mud, and occasionally heard the sound of heavy objects falling. []

This silence is heart-wrenching and it is where they fear the enemy most.

From General Tang Jun to ordinary soldiers firmly believe. Even if the Xiling Temple Alliance is really a rumored million army, as long as they can arrive, they will be able to stop the other party.

They had to rush to the north of the Qingxia. The Xiling Temple Allied Forces left them little time. They had no time to sleep, no hot food, and they were on the road all the time.

They walked in the daytime, at night, they walked in the snow, walked in the rain, and ventured to find shortcuts in the pallid jungle, and they kept walking on the road.

However, after all, the route was too far away, and the Zhennan Army tried its best. At this time, it was still some distance away from the north of the Qingxia, and a few days had passed since the arrival date requested by the military department.

It stands to reason that the Qingxia Gorge should have lost its ground. The Zhennan Army has no meaning in rushing past, but it is dangerous. The most important thing they should do at this time is to probe the enemy and then retreat to aid.

But the town army is still desperately rushing because they have not received a new military order, and their task is still to rush to the Qingxia and defend on the spot, because they almost blindly believe in the ability of the gentlemen of the college.

Because of them, they are not reconciled ... On the side of Weishan, the clouds are thin and the rain is thin.

The rain fell down the ground, sprinkled on the calm field, and was instantly absorbed by the soil. It was impossible to wash away the blood stains accumulated during the seven days, but added a little bit of wetness.

The ground in front of the Qingxia, because it has been continuously crushed by the strength of the world of three peerless strongmen, is relatively hard, and the rain seeps slowly, accumulating in the messy horseshoe seal.

There was a rumbling sound in the far south of the wilderness, the ground began to shake, and the shallow water in the hoof marks began to shake.

"Nanjin's trebuchet finally arrived."

Brother Six looked at the figure that appeared in the distance, and felt the shock from the soles of his feet. There are countless bloodstains on his body cast like cast iron, and deep marks have been cut on the hammer.

The four senior brothers sat under the iron canopy, holding up the river plate, and struggling against the false sword left by the Lord a few days ago. Except for him, all the other disciples of the academy were seriously injured.

There is a flower in Wang Chi's temple, the blood stained is already black.

Simon did not confuse blood on his front, and his face was pale like paper.

Bei Gong Weiyang's hands fell on a piano covered with mottled blood, twitching like a bird's claw.

Junmo changed into a new shirt, plain and bloodless, and the sleeve on the left was blowing in the cold wind. After the light rain that fell from the sky, he lowered his head and was very tired.

He looked at the water in the hoof prints in front of him and said nothing.

There are stumps and corpses everywhere in front of the Qingxia, only his body is relatively empty.

After Liu Bai retreated, there was a series of battles in front of the Qingxia. When the Alliance Allied Forces devoured the disciples of these academy every time they saw it, there was always the sound of Jian Guangqin between the pool of blood.

Ye Hongyu stood far away from the opposite side, ruling that the robe was stained with blood to a real blood color.

Seven days later, she finally saw the dawn of victory.

After all, the Academy is not Haotian.

Junmo slowly bowed, picking up the high crown that landed on the ground.

Since he fell off the battle with Liu Bai, he has never ignored it because there is no time.

The crown was stained with blood and gray.

He frowned slowly, trying to brush off the blood and ashes.

But he holds the crown with his right hand and has no left hand.

Muyou approached him, took the crown cap, and wiped it carefully with the embroidered handkerchief in his hand.

Jun Mo leaned forward and seemed to salute her.

Muyou's eyes were slightly wet and she smiled in return.

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Jun Mo calmly said: "It's so good."

Muyou put the crown hat on top of his head and was serious and correct.

This is the crown.

Jun Mo said, "Due to the death, be courteous."

Muyou said: "It's reasonable to die together."

A crying cry rang in front of the Qingxia, and the crying hissed his lungs.

Bei Gong Weiyang broke the strings, blood was splashing, and he burst into tears and shouted: "Not reconciled ... Tomorrow starts two chapters, two chapters of three thousand words, please supervise, then, please vote for the recommendation I wrote it carefully and hard, I wo n’t let everyone vote unwillingly, thank you.) RQ

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