671 kills you!

People......

Blood...

Battle Flag......

The corpse...

The drums have stopped, and the shouting is still the same.

People seem to have forgotten their fatigue, just keep waving the weapons in their hands, regardless of the rolling blade, regardless of pain, only keep cutting, cutting... until they fall to the ground.

I can't tell which army it is, because everyone is stained with blood and blurs their robes.

I can't distinguish between men and women, and I can't distinguish between old and young, and I can't distinguish between invaders and defenders.

Some people were originally running for their lives, but they were able to wait for weapons and were forced to have no way out. Suddenly, they turned around and fought hard.

At this moment, there are no heroes and cowardice, but only those who fight for survival.

Maybe they don't know what survival is. They just shout desperately in countless swords and kill back and forth.

Boom......

Another palace door was knocked open.

A group of people with bright silver armor broke in, and the sharp blade flew wildly, regardless of the enemy and me.

"Qian Yumo, hand over Wenwen!"

A cold light, like a sweeping banner, turned into a sharp and huge blade with a thunderous momentum, roaring at a snow-colored figure.

The snow-colored figure, like fallen leaves blown by the wind, rose and retreated from the other party's offensive. His sleeve flashed, and even he turned into a line of white light, like an arrow, straight open the "flangle"...

I only heard a crisp sound, as beautiful as a jade strike, and suddenly burst out a dazzling starlight.

Looking again, it was a jade flute that held the square sky painting halberd.

The long halberd is thick and fierce, which is overwhelming. However, although the jade flute is beautiful, it is four or two thousand catties.

The blades are opposite, and the four eyes are opposite.

The airflow flipped in silence, and the eyes competed in silence.

I don't know who let go first or took action, but the two of them retreated back a few feet together. However, in an instant, Fang Tianhua halberd came with the momentum of splitting the stars and cutting the moon.

"Gun over Wenwen!" Thousands of wings roared.

"Qian Yuyi, do you want to kill her?"

Qianyu Mo waved his sleeves to hold the offensive of Qianyu's wings.

"Did I hurt her? You are the one who hurt her!" Yang Ji swept and attacked repeatedly: "Gun over Wenwen!"

Qian Yumo sneered and avoided a move: "I won't let you hurt her..."

"I want to protect her, idiot!"

"Protection?"

He flew up, as light and graceful as a butterfly. He even had time to look at another wave of incoming enemies... The four palace gates were all broken.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, but with a wave of his hand, a white light pointed directly to Qian Yu's wings: "Protect? So many people want to get her, can you keep it? You are so confident!"

"That's because I have this ability!" The halberd picked and smashed the white light's attack: "I want to show you that even without the dragon, I can still win the world!"

Qian Yumo stepped back a few steps, suddenly covered his chest, and the jade flute in his hand burst into pieces.

Qian Yuyi was stunned and laughed loudly: "Qian Yumo, you are crazy. There is not much time. Why don't you catch it quickly?"

As soon as the cloak was displayed, the night owl pressed up like: "Give Wenwen over!"

"The Holy King of Heavenly Wings has great magical power, when you know that she has not been in the palace for a long time..."

However, the halberd was cut down: "Give Wenwen over--"

The sharp blade was with the wind, and the blood of Qianyu ink surged, and he couldn't dodge. Suddenly, an opening was cut under the ribs.

The blood soon oozed out of the white clothes and slowly spread.

"Okay, you go and find her, and I'll return her to you..."

"Bulls, she is mine!"

Under the roar, another airflow swept down.

Qian Yumo is no longer multilingual, but only responds calmly.

But he has supported for more than a month, and his physical strength is weak, and his movements have obviously slowed down. In just a while, his body was stained with a little plum blossoms.

"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn!" The halberd pressed the jade flute, his black eyes sprayed fire, and secretly joked: "Do you want to die on the battlefield? You are ridiculous. Do you plan to be a hero at the last moment and not be underestimated by her? Or do you want to die under me and let her hate me for the rest of her life?"

Qian Yumo smiled faintly, as if he had opened to the last luxury. The transportation force bounced away from his oppression, but did not escape, and attacked again in an instant.

"I don't know if I'm alive!"

Thousands of wings waved their halberd.

With a loud bang, a canopy of blood sprayed on the halberd and dripped down.

He fixedly looked at the ink jade-like eyes opposite him.

The eyes looked at him with a smile, cold and boringly.

He suddenly smiled and said to the person in front of him in a voice that both of them could hear, "Actually, I know she is not here..."

The eyes flashed: "I just want these people to capture your palace for me. I don't want to bear the charge of usurping the throne!"

Qian Yumo smiled and said, "You are refined!"

Qian Yuyi also smiled: "You gave her to Xuanyuan Shang. Xueling has always been cautious because of the Duke of Ning. No one wants to get the handle and get help from all sides. I just want to go back to Wenwen, but there is no excuse, but..."

The breath suddenly approached: "If she heard that you were killed, would she appear?"

The bottom of his calm eyes suddenly fluctuated, and Qian Yumo was furious: "Despicable!"

Qian Yuyi laughed and said, "I learned it from you. How do you think Hu Lun's eun can escape from this siege?

The black eyes flashed slightly: "I deliberately opened a door for him..."

"Hahaha... He got a chance and must go to find Wenwen. That A Zi finally came in handy. However, will Wenwen appear or not? Her eyes were deep and thoughtful: "Qian Yumo, do you want her to appear or not? Which one will make you happier?"

"Thousand wings, I'll kill you!"

The jade flute suddenly burst out a powerful light, like a sharp sword, stabbing thousands of wings.

Qian Yuyi laughed and dodged, but did not meet Qian Yumo's next round of attack.

When I looked up again, I saw him standing on a high treetop.

It is a huge maple tree. At this time, the red leaves are like fire.

He stood there, his white clothes fluttering, and the blood stains on it seemed to be stained with frost leaves.

He raised the jade flute and put it gently on his lips. A stream fell like a flying maple leaf, which swept through the eyes.

It is a very light song. It doesn't see the light of the knife, but it is hidden with grief and indignation. It doesn't smell bloody, but it seems to unfold in the bamboo forest under the moon. There is even a woman running on the forest path from time to time, sometimes staggering, as if looking for it.

The music is leisurely, soft and comfortable. It has been submerged in the shouting of killing several times, but it is like a stream. Even if it encounters obstacles, it still persists on moving forward.

But there is murder in this softness.

Together with the sound of the flute, Qian Yuyi felt stuffy in his chest and was about to stop it, but he found that his body seemed to be bound by countless invisible silk and difficult to move, and the silk unconsciously penetrated into the veins, involving him in any direction, as if to tear him.

is the secret art of the dragon!

He hurriedly mobilized his true qi to protect his heart.

However, the sound of the flute was soft, and for a while, the killing sound filled my ears was replaced by moans. Weapons fell to the ground, and there was the sound of breaking bones and flesh. The sharp blade just now became sonorous and became mournful in an instant.

In the wind and red leaves, the long hair in the clothes are scattered like a man intertwined with the night and the moonlight, but there is a rainbow sliding down at the corners of his lips, one drop, two drops... falling on the snow-white clothes, like red plum blossoms, like maple leaves.

"Stop, stop!" Qian Yuyi roared: "Secret counterattack, don't you want to live?"

The charm of the corners of his lips became deeper, Qianyu Mo lowered his eyes, as if he had entered an ethereal dream, so the sound of the flute was continuous, just like his hair scattered in the wind, drifting in all directions...

"Amo, Amo..."

In the melodious, it seems that someone is calling him.

He was immersed in his dream unconsciously.

"Amo, Amo..."

The deeper consciousness seems to have hit something.

His eyebrows tightened...

"Amo, Amo..."

The corners of the eyes jump...

Clouds!

He raised his eyes.

What pierced into my eyes was a sea of corpses and blood.

Clouds......

"Amo, Amo..."

The voice is still unknown in the distance, but it seems to be close to the ear and in the heart.

Moyu-like eyes looked in the direction of the source of the sound for a long time.

Suddenly took away the flute, turned around quickly, and left.

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"Amo, Amo..."

Luo Wen'er ran wildly from a mess.

Around him was a soldier or palace man who was at a loss in the face of the enemy's sudden fall. When he saw a brightly colored woman suddenly appear, he couldn't help but turn his eyes and look at it dullly.

But no one could keep her eyes. She crossed a cold corpse and left crooked footprints in the blood stains all over the ground, but she never found the man in white.

Amo, Amo...

Just now, she heard his flute. At that moment, she seemed to return to the night when she first met him.

In the courtyard, under the moonlight, on the grove path, she followed the faint sound of the flute to find him...

But now...

The wind blows the sweetness of this season, but it is wrapped in the smell of rust and blood.

Red leaves, red leaves all over the sky, like blood flying into the air.

Amo, Amo...

The more panicked, and my feet began to stag. I didn't know what I stepped on, and suddenly I heard a scream.

It was this scream that cut through the stagnation.

People look at the weapons in their hands and lift them...

After fighting again, Luo Wener made light skills and hid skillfully, but she didn't dare to be too anxious for fear of missing a person she wanted to find.

But where is Qian Yumo?

Hu Lun said that he was in the palace and wanted to coexist with the boundless.

He is indeed not afraid of death, but now, now...