Chapter 10 Heaven and Earth

The blood-red mountains and forests are surprisingly quiet. Jiulong's feet are blood-stained on the earth, holding a knife with one hand and pointing diagonally to the sky. The majestic face is shocking. The blood-stained long hair is windless automatically, and the strong body is as hard as steel. The whole mountain is full of windy, and there are blood-situdes everywhere.

The overlapping encirclement was impenetrable. They waited and stood solemnly. They looked at Kowloon, Kowloon looked at them alone, blocking thousands of troops and confronting each other. Time was fixed at this moment. The space condensed at this moment. Kowloon was bathed in blood, like a demon king crawling out of the blood pool, standing like a sculpture. , quietly precipitated with gorgeous sadness.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded, "If you capture the Kowloon, you will get a reward of 10,000 taels, get the earldom, and give a manor!" Kill the Kowloon, reward 10,000 taels, give the marquis, and give a manor!"

With this sound, all eyes focused on this person, but just after this sound, another voice also sounded, " capture the Kowloon, reward 10,000 taels, get the earldom, and give a manor! Add 5,000 slaves! Kill the Kowloon, reward 10,000 taels, give the title of marquis, and give a manor! Add a thousand slaves!"

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Countless pairs of eyes moved to the person who made the second sound. Hearing this sound, Jiulong also slowly turned his head, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who am I? It turned out to be my master, Count Leren Foli!"

buzz——

Suddenly, Jiulong waved the dragon sword that pointed diagonally to the sky to the laborious, a sudden change, which scared Leren to tremble. He shrank his neck in fear and quietly stepped back.

buzz——

Kowloon took a step back, brushed it, and pointed the sword to the owner of the first voice. The hoarse laughter sounded again, "Who am I? It turned out to be my former master, Count Galial!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Jiulong looked up to the sky and smiled. His eyes slowly turned, and a familiar face appeared in front of him. He recounted, "You are my comrade-in-arms General Quintus Kebu, you are my comrade-in-arms General Sadarne Bobby Ball, and you were once the most respected general, General Mites Coreyce... , who did I see? Isn't this the Lonko Paris I once hated the most?

Kowloon waved the dragon sword and narrated one by one. Every time he pointed to a person's name, the man lowered his head deeply. At the end, when he pointed to Paris, Jiulong's sneering look was self-evident. Although Paris also lowered his head, at the moment when he lowered, the fierce light in his eyes It broke out.

Suddenly, Paris suddenly raised his sword in his hand and shouted, "If you capture the Kowloon, you will be rewarded 10,000 taels, get the earldom and give you a manor!" Five thousand slaves! Kill the Kowloon, reward 10,000 taels, give the title of marquis, and give a manor! A thousand slaves!"

Boom——

With the sound of this sound, suddenly, the quiet dense forest suddenly began to vent. The soldiers whispered and talked one after another. Under the so-called reward, there must be a brave man. The trick of hard work and Galile can be said to be insidious. All the sergeants who were shrinking and dared not move forward summoned up courage one after another, and they began to be ready to move.

"Come on, the man is angry and the blood splashes five steps!" Jiulong laughed, and then he moved his head to Euro Tatison beside him and sighed faintly, "Brother, I don't have to run away. Brother Jiu and brother, you go to Huangquan together!"

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Suddenly, all the Leren iron riders began to charge. They suddenly urged the war horses, waved the cold and shining blades, and only took Jiulong with the momentum of thunder.

choking——

Huo Ran, Jiulong's long knife shook, and the dragon sword also seemed to feel Jiulong's unyielding fighting spirit and the determination to return to death. The long knife sounded a thousand times louder than usual!

Stab! Stinger! Stinger! The strong knife burst out, and the long knife of Jiulong rotated like a wind wheel. Where the long knife passed, there was no enemy. All the swords were broken, and all the flesh and blood were cut, including the trees in the forest and the sand and stones of the hills, all turned into flying ash and became the ghost under the knife of Kowloon.

The fierce fight, the horse turned upside down, the blood shot, the trees fell to the ground, and the blood flowed into a river. Jiulong stepped on the body and slowly climbed to the high platform, allowing the swords and shadows to fly over... The fresh face, one by one, the comrades-in-arms who had been fighting against each other, fell down one.

The sky and the earth are dark, the wind and clouds are changing, the wild geese are crying, and the blood is whimpering, as if they are generously singing for the hero's final curtain call!

scenes were released in front of Kowloon. In that world, there are their own parents. They worked hard and grew up for themselves; and the young little girl with sheep's horns braids... In this world, there is the beautiful Mesomea, that happy time, the warm picture; the battlefield He fought with blood, and his comrades-in-arms advanced and retreated together; Helen riding on the back of a jujube red horse...

Suddenly, Jiulong remembered a poem in his hometown. The world-class hero who killed himself by the Wujiang Lake was seriously injured, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand and roared loudly: "It's amazing! The time is unfavorable! It doesn't matter if it doesn't die! Yu Xi, what can you do?"

He also remembered more tragic poems. The hard throat of the Wujiang River will never stop. "I live as a hero, and I will die as a ghost hero; so far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong!"

............

At this moment, the sky collapsed, at this moment, the earth sank, at this moment, the blood river was cut off, and at this moment, the memory was interrupted...

In the camp with military tents, Leren Eneox, the commander of the 500,000 Leren army, wore a python robe. He sat quietly at the table and read a volume of war reports. Suddenly, he frowned slightly, put down the war report in his hand, and sighed a long sigh, "A star that is about to rise has been strangled in the cradle..."

Slowly, he lowered his head again and continued to read the war report.

Suddenly, a bodyguard ran in and saluted the leader Laren Ene-Ox and said, "President, Deputy Commander Cowall Howard, ask for a meeting!"

Leren Eneokes did not look up. He was still reading the war report and said slowly, "Let the deputy commander come in!"

"Yes!" The guard retreated.

After a short time, the deputy leader Kowal Howard came in in a hurry. When he saw the leader, he even forgot the march and said loudly, "Commander, this is the urgent news that the chief has just sent 100,000 yuan with the transmission magic array!"

"What?" Hearing this, Leren Enneox stood up and quickly took the sealed letter handed over by Kowal Howard. Suddenly, he thundered and fainted with a bang.

Deputy commander Kowal Howard was shocked and quickly helped Leren Enneox sit in the handsome chair and looked at the leader anxiously. Slowly, Leren Enneaux opened his eyes.

"Chief, what's going on? Why did the chief deliver the message in person!"

Leren Enneox handed the letter in his hand feebly to the deputy commander Kowal Howard. Kowal Howard opened it and saw a few strokes written on it, "My son Enieaux, give up the pursuit of Kowloon quickly. If there is a mistake, the Leron tribe will definitely disappear!"

"Ah!" Kowal Howard was shocked, and then suddenly looked at Leren Enie Oaks and said anxiously, "Your Commander, gather the two people who chased Kowloon!"

"It's over...!" Leren Eneokes's heavy voice sounded, and then he turned his eyes to the war report on the table.

Following the eyes of Leren Enieaux, Kowal Howard hurriedly picked up the war newspaper and read it. Suddenly, he was struck by lightning and was stunned. Unable to help it, he muttered softly at the corners of his mouth, "Kowloon died in a fierce battle...!"

With a heavy step, Leren Eneox slowly stepped out of the military tent. He looked up at the sky. The poor blue sky was cloudless, and a row of wild geese slowly flew north. The long mournings rippled between the open world. It was so desolate!

Plop-

Leren Eneox knelt down with a roar, and desolate tears slowly slipped down his cheeks. He cried out, "Father, why didn't you hear the news earlier? Is it God's will to play tricks on people, or is God going to kill Laren? ...Father, the destruction of Lailun is not a crime of war, a crime of inhumanity!"