Chapter 42 Victory

In fact, after killing the enemy for seven days, the 200,000 troops carefully trained by Luo Mingyue have already killed the morale of Donghu. This arrogant and arrogant country is doomed to end in defeat. At this time, Luo Mingyue had already killed his eyes red, and his white feather armor had already been dyed bright red, and his face was also stained with a little dark red blood.

The leader of Donghu, their king, although in exchange for such a touching condition, on the battlefield, those soldiers with less than a hundred did not even dare to go forward. They looked at Luo Mingyue's eyes and obviously had panic. They held weapons in their hands and looked at their comrades-in-arms beside them, but they did not A person dares to go forward.

Luo Mingyue, standing in front of them, was like coming from hell. The first moment was terrible, with a bloody and cold light, like a demon, which looked a little terrible in the dark.

Just now, Luo Mingyue waved his knife and cut down the head. It was the most respected, brave and invincible general of the Donghu people. He made countless achievements. Every time the Donghu people fought, they would definitely send him out on an expedition. This time, it was no exception. When Luo Mingyue waved his knife and cut down them without mercy. In order to respect the head of the most heroic and invincible general, this battle can already be divided into winners.

Under the city, the remaining Donghu soldiers of less than 100 people, without the command of the general, without the first fighting spirit, without sharp morale, without the invincibility of the battlefield, are like scattered sand. In the face of the enemy in front of them, the blade in their hands has long been soft. Without sharpness, how can they continue to kill the enemy?

Luo Mingyue looked at the poor people who were doomed to be defeated and smiled contemptuously at them with disdain.

Leng Lin's eyes, with a terrible condensation, a roar, like a curse, like a voice from hell: "Kill me!!! Don't leave one!"

When he marched into the army, Luo Mingyue took the soldiers behind him, cut through the thorns and killed the enemy bravely. In a few moments, these barbarians were annihilated by Luo Mingyue's army. When the last Donghu barbarians fell on the battlefield, the gate was also used by the largest and thickest wooden stakes by the soldiers. , hitting the city gate hard, no matter how the city resists, it is useless after all, in vain, just blindly resisting desperately, and in the end, it still ends in tragedy.

Wei Siliang, who stood in the tower and watched the battle, knew that he had lost the situation. Donghu was defeated, and he had no reliance and no backing. Luo Ming would definitely not let them go.

Her eyebrows condensed, and she flashed through her mind one by one, trying to find something. After thinking about it quickly, her eyes suddenly swung, and her whole body seemed to think of something. She turned around and ran down the city building quickly.

This is the last trump card. She wants to make a bet to see if Luo Mingyue has this woman's position in his heart.

She ran quickly to the tent.

At this time, I was walking in the tent, and I was also very nervous. Since the beginning of the war, although I have been in the tent, I can still know more or less about the situation of the war.

Although she knew that Luo Mingyue had been deceiving her from beginning to end and was just using her, she still hoped that he could win the battle from the bottom of her heart. She still hoped that he could kill the two traitors and that he could save himself from here. As long as it was good, she would no longer ask him to bring her anything. No longer expect the fruitless love, no longer have any emotional sustenance for him.

The hurried footsteps spread to the tent, and the candlelight beat slightly, flashing the faint flame faintly, rubbing with fingertips, blue shadows, walking repeatedly in the tent. There is a faint color of worry between the eyebrows.

Until the curtain was lifted by a pair of white hands, Li Luo turned around in panic. Is it Wei Silang?!

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and a bad premonition strongly spread to Li Luo's heart. She stood quietly in place, looking at Wei Silang, who was malicious opposite, and looking at Wei Silang, who had no deep meaning and a cunning smile, she vaguely felt that something unexpected would happen next.

The gate finally opened, and Donghu also became a defeated country at this moment, with no dignity.

How many soldiers rushed into the city of the barbarians and occupied their city.

And Luo Mingyue, on his knife-like face, a pair of hateful eyes, is glowing with a dark red light.

He was full of breath, galloping, light on the tip of his foot, and unfolding his light power. He jumped up against the high wall of the tower, like an agile flying swallow, like an eagle with wings, stepping on his steps, like wind and electricity, and turned over the tall tower with a few efforts.

The leader of Donghu had already been so scared that he sat on the ground. His forehead oozed sweat, and his body trembled violently. His open pupils were extremely afraid and begging for mercy. There was no demeanor and temperament as a king. Luo Ming looked at him so timid and afraid of death, and silently shook his head as a king and faced death. At that moment, it was not respectful at all. The corners of his mouth outlined a sarcastic smile. The cold sword was slowly raised, and the sword light flashed through his eyes. The fierce chill and murderous intention, Luo Ming aimed at his throat.

"Wei Cheng, save me quickly--" As soon as the words for help were finished, his throat was pierced by Luo Mingyue's sharp sword. The sharp sword pierced the throat of the leader of the Donghu clan. He opened his eyes wide and watched Luo Mingyue, who killed himself, and dark red blood burst out of his throat. The blood stained the bright sword, and also dyed the flag hanging high on the tower representing Donghu. The flag slowly fell down in Luo Mingyue's sarcastic smile and roar, just like its country.

Luo Mingyue turned around and happened to see that the old fox Wei Zhen had the intention to escape. He smiled contemptuously and raised his sword to move forward, trying to run? It's not that easy.

Yin Hong's bloody sword is on Wei Zhen's neck like this. The distance between the sword and his neck is only a few inches. At such a close distance, Luo Mingyue only needs to move a little. I'm afraid that the scene will appear again. Therefore, Wei Zhen, who also doesn't want to die, when the cold sword is on his neck, his expression is also panicked. It was also fear, and it also made Luo Ming's extremely sarcastic smile. Wei Zhen's eyes flashed fear, panic, and surprise.

"Where else do you want to go? You have no way to escape." At this time, the wild wind blew, dancing Luo Ming's black hair, blowing his handsome face, full of hatred, and staring at the father-killing enemy in front of him.

Today, he can finally stand here, holding the sword of revenge in his hand, and standing in front of him is his father's enemy.

Today, he carried the knife in front of him, in order to end this person with his own hands. Well, he dreamed of putting him to death.

Today, he finally did it.

He has been planning for so long, and his eyes are fierce: "As I said, today is the time of your death, and you can't escape."

The knife is on his neck. As long as he exerts a little force, Wei Zhen can die under his sword as he wishes. Wei Zhen looked at Luo Ming with begging for mercy. His face was old and his face was tense. He slowly squatted down and knelt on the ground with a fluttering voice. He trembled and said, "Don't Kill me, don't kill me, for the sake of supporting you in the past, don't kill me, I... I'm not a human, I'm not a human..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help slapping himself in the face.

The more Luo Ming looked at it, the more condensed his heart became. He didn't expect that the old fox would be so scared before he died. Luo Ming snorted faintly and said, "No matter what you do, I will never tolerate a traitor like you. On that day, it was you who poisoned my father. So, today, I want you to die under my sword. Remove your bones to feed the hungry wolf in the desert, remove your skin and flesh to feed the fish and shrimp in the sea. Finally, I will take your blood and your scorching heart to worship my father's spirit in heaven."

Wei Zhen was even more frightened when he heard it. In this way, doesn't it mean that if he dies, he has to make his bones gone?

Luo Mingyue looked at Wei Zhen with anger and hatred in his eyes and said, "Today, your life is over!"

When he was about to stab Wei Zhen's heart with a sword.

" Stop it!" A beautiful girl sounded.

Luo Mingyue and Wei Zhen raised their eyes at the same time and looked forward. Suddenly, Luo Mingyue's eyes frowned, and his eyebrows were surprised.

At this moment, standing in front of them were Wei Siliang and Li Luo. However, Li Luo was bound with his hands by Wei Siliang, and a bright and sharp, small and delicate machete was against Li Luo's white and slender neck at this time.

Seeing him again, Li Luo felt as long as a century. Although it was only a few days, even if it was only a few days, although he stood in front of him, although he was only a few steps away from him, it made Li Luo feel that he was so far away from him. Far away.

She didn't see her for a few days. She didn't expect to meet again, but in such a way, such a scene, such a place, she clearly saw that Luo Mingyue in front of her, like Shura, white feather armor, had been dyed red by blood. In this dark night, it was strangely red, red to tears, and a handsome face. It was also stained with red blood, and the blood blossomed into a blooming red plum on his knife-like handsome face.

Li Luo has never seen him like this, and he has never seen him.

At this time, Luo Mingyue was like a messenger from hell, with red eyes and anger and hatred.

Lian Liluo looked at it and couldn't help frowning. She could feel that when Luo Mingyue looked at her, there was more pain in her eyes than the night. In his deep black pupil, the pain seemed to be enough to drown a person. Looking at her pupils were so unbearable and painful.

There was a high fight in her ear. Looking down to the city building, she saw that many people were either surrounded or entangled, fighting together crazily. The blades were handed over and made a harsh sound. At a glance, there was already a river of blood under the city, and there were millions of corpses. A pungent smell of blood stimulated the tip of her nose. She saw that the dark sky seemed to be reflected red by this eye-catching blood.