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Yelu sat on top of the snow-white steed, his cold gaze shining with a hint of chill. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The two ordinary-looking Khitan warriors beside him looked at the battlefield with no expressions. Behind them were dozens of fierce Khitan warriors holding torches alof, their eyes shining brightly, and as long as their three princes gave an order, they would not hesitate to rush forward.

With a "bang", the young guard who was holding Mo Xiaoshan's body staggered and was hit in the back by a sudden Khitan warrior. The figure shook, and then the young guard who was successfully attacked opened his mouth with a "poof" sound, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist. And his face was even more pale, he stabilized his body, he held Mo Xiaoshan with one hand, and with a cold flash with the other hand, he stabbed directly into the chest of the Khitan warrior who succeeded in the sneak attack.

Flying together, the Khitan warrior who was stabbed with a knife was kicked away. An anxious look shot into the eyes of the other young guard, who looked at his robed brother with concern, but his hand could not be extended. Even though the knives in their hands were shining, they could only shrink themselves into a small range. The crumbling Mo Xiaoshan's face became worse and worse, and his expression began to languish.

"Brother Mo" Zhao Kuangyin suddenly surged out with an anxious look, and the long stick in his hand swept away, blocking the surging Khitan warriors, and holding the crumbling Mo Xiaoshan with one hand. Reaching out his internal strength will go to the veins of the person with a depressed expression, and when he probes, Zhao Kuangyin's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror. He felt that the true qi in Mo Xiaoshan's body was extremely disordered, like a ball of cotton, and the meridians in his body had already been dispersed and broken. How could this not make him frightened, he didn't know who it was, but none of the Khitan warriors present had such an unfathomable technique.

"Brother Xian, don't look any further, Brother Fool has affected you. Presumably, Master Huaisu shouldn't be able to come, they came prepared, the foolish brother was hit hard by a sneak attacker, and I'm afraid the immortals will not have the power to return to heaven. It's just that Brother Yu's hard work in the past few years has been ruined, and the recovery plan of Yanyun's sixteen states cannot be implemented. The foolish brother is really ashamed of the handsome, and ashamed of my thousands of Han people. ”

Mo Xiaoshan's mouth was stained with blood, and he explained intermittently, with a touch of sweetness in his eyes. Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures did not reply, and the attachment in the heart cavity was not realized with his own eyes. The sluggish face became more and more serious, and his eyes began to reveal a bit of sadness and unwillingness.

"Ah?????????h The young man raised the knife in his hand and threw himself at the rushing group of Khitan warriors, ignoring the serious injuries on his body. He rose and fell, rushing like a wounded tiger into a pack of wolves with their claws exposed.

The thick night quickly covered the figure of the young guard, and he quickly disappeared into the group of Khitan warriors. A few dazzling swords flashed, a few strands of red blood splashed, and when the tiger finally ran out of strength, the wolves attacked it in groups. The young guard was about to collapse in a pool of blood, and several cold rays of light flashed with bloody blood, and there was no one left intact on his body, and his body was covered with thick and gurgling blood. But his eyes were wide open, and he was not willing to die.

The wind rose, the fog gathered, and the sound of the wind enveloped the dead man like an elegy. The whistling wind, the tragic and tragic elegy, and the light mist that dispersed when it gathered, it was that scene of elegy that was soothing the departed heroic spirit, and the white mist washing the soul of the warrior.

Everything seemed to stand still, as the young guard fell, and as the swords in the hands of the surging Khitan warriors rose up, everything seemed to freeze. The blood gushing out of the sky rose and fell in the wind, and the bloody night was as cold as lacquer.

Ling Tianyun quickly picked up the scimitar in his hand, he didn't know how many knives his body had been cut by the enemy, the group of Khitan warriors who were surging up were like a group of evil wolves, and he was the food in the eyes of that group of evil wolves. The black clothes were also stained with the blood of I don't know if it was my own or the enemy. The scimitar in his hand didn't know how many cocoons he had chopped up, and there was a trace of respect in his heart, a deep respect for the unknown man.

"Bell", a flash of lightning, several transformation knives shaped like crescents were blocked by the knife in Ling Tianyun's hand, stirring up a few sparks, which looked extremely dazzling in this dark night. And the huge impact from his hand lifted the Khitan warriors backwards. It was only after the Khitan warriors took a few steps back that they were able to stabilize themselves, and their eyes were even more fiercely lit up, like a faint light in the eyes of the wolves.

After Ling Tianyun retreated from the group of Khitan warriors who were surging around him, his body couldn't help but move closer to Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan. When he leaned towards them with great difficulty, he found that the Khitan warriors who were surging in were like maggots attached to the bones, and they couldn't get rid of them at all. At the moment, he silently carried the mantra in the Heart Sutra, and the internal force of the pure and yang surged wildly towards the scimitar in his hand, and the raised scimitar brought up a bloodthirsty sword, and swept towards the Khitan warriors around him.

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the group of fierce Khitan warriors felt a light in their hands, and they were so shocked that they found 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 weapon in their hands was cut off, and their hearts swelled with endless fear, they didn't expect that their scimitar made of fine iron was so vulnerable and easily cut off by the other party. And they no longer had any weapons on them, so they retreated one after another. The wolf-like style of not being afraid of life and death has been greatly discounted at the moment, and people who are not afraid of life and death will be frightened by nature when facing opponents who are stronger than themselves.

Ling Tianyun made a mistake at his feet, and with the help of his sturdy body, he shuttled through the group of Khitan warriors who only had half a scimitar in their hands. Soon came to Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan, and the ghostly shopkeeper was already unable to bear the heavy responsibility, and his wandering figure slowed down. There were already several wounds on his body, and the dazzling red blood stains were shocking, but he still stubbornly stuck around Zhao Kuangyin fearlessly, blocking wave after wave of Khitan warrior attacks.

Ling Tianyun's arrival just relieved his pressure, and the two of them tacitly stood in their respective positions, protecting Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan in the center. The last young guard who was supporting Mo Xiaoshan flashed with a trace of absolute light in his eyes, and he completely handed Mo Xiaoshan into Zhao Kuangyin's hands. And the resolute face on his face was that tenacious pride, and his body shook and rushed towards the group of Khitan warriors who rushed in.

He was like a drop of water falling in the middle of the sea, and without even a splash, he drowned in the dreary night. Only the blood that filled the sky and a fierce aura lingered in the cold wind for a long time. Even the Khitan warriors who came in a frenzy also showed heavy eyes, one after another, without the slightest flinch, only buying time for even a breath for their companions. They are not afraid, even if they lose their lives, they have not even frowned, the body that turned into flesh and blood, with their heavy obsessions, in this miserable night, thick and condensed.

The blood is thick, and the night wind is sudden, but this two-to-three-mile-long street, under the remote Wutai Mountain, the condensed white mist is layered on top of each other, like a curtain fluttering in the wind. The bloody breath that rises in the sky, the blood flowers that spread the ground and condense, are only for the persistence of that life. The blood has flowed out, and it has long been turned into bloody dust and thick soil. No one flinched, no one was afraid, and the blood and gas rushing to the nose were like a spiritual enhancer, stimulating everyone's nerves, and making people unconsciously full of intense excitement.

The tower-like man in front of him, the passionate blood that drove away the different all his life, but slowly withered with a look of unwillingness. A lifetime of obsession, but in the end turned into a sea in the vast night, but the bright eyes showed a little heavy helplessness, no one understands, heroes just attract. Only they can understand what each other is thinking, and the red-faced man with tears in his eyes is also this kind of person.

"You don't have to comfort the foolish brother, if there is a day, you can fulfill the foolish brother's wish, and you have not forgotten to put a pot of good wine on the grave of the foolish brother, and tell the foolish brother that you can rest under the nine springs." Mo Xiaoshan suddenly grabbed Zhao Kuangyin's hand and shouted loudly. And his dead gaze became hot, and his eyes looked eagerly at the red-faced man.

"Okay, I, Zhao Kuangyin, swear here that I will definitely recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun in this life. In order to comfort Brother Mo's long-cherished wish in his life, if there is a violation of the sky, there will be five thunders. Zhao Kuangyin had tears in his eyes and said in a deep voice. As soon as his words fell, he felt that the powerful big hand that was clutching his hands suddenly lightened, and Mo Xiaoshan's fiery gaze also became dead, his hands hung down weakly, and his body slowly fell from Zhao Kuangyin's hands.

Zhao Kuangyin's face was quiet and solemn, he looked down at the Zheng Zheng man lying on the ground, and a cold wind blew, blowing the placket of the chest of Mo Xiaoshan's corpse. Zhao Kuangyin's eyes shrank slightly, and a chill arose from the bottom of his heart, because he saw a black palm print on Mo Xiaoshan's chest, and it was the black palm print that forcibly cut off all the vitality of this proud man. And the black palm print, he has no impression, and he has no idea where to start. He silently swore another oath in his heart, and then he lifted the dragon shadow hovering like a dragon stick.

Ling Tianyun had already felt Mo Xiaoshan's fading aura, and finally that aura had dissipated in the night, and he had already determined that the iron-clad man had died. Inexplicably, endless sadness still swelled in his heart, but he was no longer the Ling Tianyun of the day, and he had transformed all this grief into a huge force. The scimitar in his hand was like a splashed silver pour, rushing with thunder, pressing towards the Khitan warriors who were surging in.

There were no earth-shattering battles, only the solemnity of the night, the hero, who just grew overnight. Heroic, like a sprout that grows into a tree, Ling Tianyun at this time was accustomed to seeing life and death, and seeing too much flesh and blood flying, he had only one thought in his heart, the knife in his hand turned into an endless force and shrouded towards the enemy. The scars cut under his legs and on his back seemed to have lost any feeling, and had been ignored by him.

A dragon roared, and the sound of the dragon's roar that resounded through the night sky echoed back and forth in this Wutai Mountain, echoing through the mountains.

But it was Zhao Kuangyin who lifted the long stick in his hand and let out the stuffiness in his chest, and in his dazzling tiger eyes, there was a transcendent and majestic aura spontaneously. With a long stick in his hand and a chest crossed, the man who stood on the top of the sky and the earth stood proudly under the night dome like a god of war. The stick that emitted a faint golden halo could faintly hover the dragon dance, wanting to break through the confinement of the night and rush towards the sky.

"Bell", "bell", "bell", ?????????????

There was a sound of metal clashing, but it was Zhao Kuangyin's long stick that swept away, directly sweeping away the weapons in the hands of the remaining ten Khitan warriors. What's more, the weapons in the hands of several Khitan warriors were swept away by Zhao Kuangyin, and they flew away directly, disappearing into the night.

At this time, Ling Tianyun didn't know how many Khitan warriors had fallen under his feet, but he didn't have any fatigue, on the contrary, he only felt that the more he fought, the more courageous he became. On the other hand, the shopkeeper with strange footwork showed fatigue, his face was covered with blood, his whole body was covered with blood, and a layer of dense sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was not as pale as blood. He was gasping for air, and his whole body was trembling slightly.