Chapter 53 Nanke's Dream?

"Kill!"

The second brother roared to kill a general of Xuanyuan, but he didn't expect that through a long arrow on his chest, he knew that this was the dark arrow that killed their brother. At this time, he also followed, with blood surging on his chest and a trace of blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth. He fell from the wild beast, but his eyes stubbornly looked at Chiyou's figure and did not close it. Maybe he was still praying for the moment before his death that his king and his brothers could escape from the siege.

His barren beast stood next to him, hissing up to the sky, and the sky became more and more depressed. The barren beast was mourning. Not long after, the four-hoeed barren beast knelt down, lay on the ground and closed his eyes.

The wind roars, the wind moves, the wild beasts and weeps; in the grassland field, the knives and guns are fired, and the battlefield is not regretful.

"Second brother!"

That's old seventeen. He was not far from the second brother and saw the second brother fall under the dark arrow. Old Seventeen is more than eight feet long, powerful and powerful. He saw the man in the distance, roared, and throwing a battle in his hand at the little man.

Seeing that he had killed the little man, Lao 17 suddenly felt that his body had been stabbed by something. He turned around and saw the sword of a Xuanyuan soldier pierced his back. The little thief dared to stab himself, and the old seventeen roared at the man.

"Drink!"

The man was shocked to death by this sound. Lao 17 ignored it and turned around again to see his second brother.

After taking a step, he stopped, his body stiffened, and blood spewed out of his mouth. His eyes were still looking at the second brother lying on the ground, but he could no longer move. His hand struggled to reach for the second brother, but soon fell from the air, lost his vitality, and threw straight on the ground.

There were dozens of weapons in his back, and dozens of pale Xuanyuan soldiers. When they saw Lao 17 fall, they all softened. However, they forgot that this was a battlefield, and even if they were distracted for a while, they might lose their lives. Several wild horses rushed in front of them, leaving their heads behind and galloping away.

After all, the number of people is small, and soon the remaining five, thirteen, twenty-nine and seventy-four people were surrounded in a corner. Jiuli's warriors are almost gone on the battlefield, and only a few of them are still fighting desperately.

Seeing such a form, Lao Wu wiped the blood on his face and roared up to the sky. When the other three saw Lao Wu like this, they all laughed, as if they were not worried about their own safety and disdained to die. Because they saw their king, their eldest brother and the rest of his brothers have rushed out of the siege and left. It's safe. They should laugh and deserve a smile.

"Puff"

Lao Wu stabbed himself and smiled at the place where Chi You left. Kneel on the ground and face the distance, which is the direction of the Jiuli tribe.

Old Thirteen wiped the knife in his hand and laughed.

"The fifth ghost is very good. I know how to find the second brother first!"

"He is afraid of getting lost!"

Twenty-nine smiled and ignored the Xuanyuan warriors around him.

"I'm the youngest, it's my turn!"

Seventy-six is tight, and the dagger in his hand is inserted into the heart.

"Puff, Puff"

With two sound weapons into the flesh, the four of them ended their lives in their own way and leaned against each other.

The warriors of Xuanyuan retreated, and Chiyou also left, leaving only a group of lonely souls wandering on the grassland. No, there was another person, Qin Feng. He bit his mouth and witnessed all this, and tears quietly slid down.

"Boom"

with a blast.

Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the gray sky. A drop of water passed through his face, but he felt it. Not long after, the downpour leaked down, like the nine-day Milky Way breaking the embankment and pouring down on this grassland.

Maybe he is going to wash away the dirt and blood on the grassland. Or, he is crying for those warriors who died in the battle, Xuanyuan, Jiuli.

Qin Feng looked at the thirteen or four old people leaning together and said to himself, is this true or a dream?

Tears fell down his cheeks, drop by drop.

Qin Feng closed his eyes and couldn't bear to see these warriors and the heroes throwing their bodies in the wilderness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still in the cave, and there were still countless weapons that had not changed. Of course, if you insist on saying something, now there is a black gun in front of Qin Feng, and the black gun is a little rusty, but it still can't hide the sharpness of the peerless soldier.

Qin Feng suspected that he was dreaming, but his fingers gently touched the tears on his face. The wetness told Qin Feng that it seemed to be true. Nanke's dream? He is confused and doesn't know what's going on. Is it really as simple as a dream?

He also noticed that the long gun in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't recognize it. Reaching out and grabbing the long gun, Qin Feng's heart trembled. That feeling, that call, he felt that his blood was beginning to boil, and he felt that this was his thing.

The dark long gun was inserted straight into the ground, pointing to the sky, as if trying to tear up the world that bound it. The hair on the head of the gun has long been lost, bare, but the tip of the gun seems to swallow the human light.

Weird and natural, this is a good gun!

Does the halberd sink into the sand? Qin Feng didn't know why he thought of such a word, and his mood was a little sad, as if this was a sad place, and this gun had its own story. What surprised Qin Feng most, and what surprised him most was that he thought of Chiyou.

Yes, this gun is very similar to the black gun in Chiyou's hand. Qin Feng still remembers the coldness of the black gun scratching his neck. Although he did not take his life as imagined, Qin Feng really felt it.

I don't know how many warriors harvested with that black gun, and all the enemies in front of it have fallen down. Let's ask the heroes of heaven and earth, who has dared to handle it in ancient and modern times! Its owner is a god, and it is God's weapon.

Touching the body of the gun, the mottled rust witnessed the changes of many years, ups and downs. For thousands of years, things have been changed, and the ancient history has become more difficult to recognize and chaotic.

Touching the body of the gun, Qin Feng was more sure. This was Chiyou's black gun, which made the sun and moon lose its glory and let the heroes avoid. Qin Feng doesn't want to delve into anything. History has long been buried. No matter how much he knows, it won't help. It will only make him more uneasy.

Looking around, everything is the same as when you enter the cave, cold and obscure.

At this time, all the weapons have not vibrated, restored calm, and the spirit of killing has also weakened. It seems to be facing Qin Feng like a pilgrimage. No, it should be the black gun in front of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng opened his eyes and didn't look around. First, he found his tears, and then saw the black gun. Now I have the heart to take a good time. There is no need to know that he will never be still in the place where he came in, because when he came in was a sword in front of him, a sword stuck in the ground.

Now it has become a long gun. He knows that he has definitely moved, and he vaguely feels that he has come to this place in the midst of dreams and illusions. Now the place where he stands is the center of the cave, which can also be said to be the center of all weapons.

At a glance, the dense magic weapon was inserted upside down on the ground, and only the black gun in front of him was inserted.

This scene seems to be a little strange, and the layout is even more confusing to Qin Feng. Although he doesn't know what the problem is, he will never be so calm. Qin Feng likes this black gun very much. He has regarded it as Chi You's magic soldier, the weapon of that god-like man. He admires Chi You!

However, this gun is destined to fight on the battlefield, and its future owner must also stand at the peak. It is a unique magic soldier. It should be the king of all weapons, just like its owner.

Qin Feng likes it very much, but his dream is not to fight on the battlefield. In recent years, he has killed a lot on the grassland. He is the killing god on the grassland, the nightmare of the grassland people, and the master of the grassland people. He really doesn't like killing, and the same is true for prairie people. He has no unbridled slaughter. He only killed those grassland nobles who dared to invade the border, plundered the Han people, and killed the leaders.

But he still can't finish killing. In fact, he also knows that if he wants to solve it completely, he has to pay attention to one principle, that is, to kill him. Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai also said, but Qin Feng really can't do it. He hasn't grown up yet.

Therefore, although his opponent was extremely fond of holding a barrel gun, he never thought of taking it away, and he would only make the divine soldiers dust. He will not allow himself to do such a thing, because it is Chiyou's weapon, because the gun will only be in Wang's hands, and he Qin Feng can't be king now.

Qin Feng let go of his hand. The black gun seemed to know that Qin Feng didn't want it, and his body trembled slightly.

Now he wants to go out, but the problem arises. He doesn't know how he got in and how to get out now?

"Have you decided?"

At this time, the old man's voice came from nowhere, and Qin Feng looked around.

"Don't look for it. Now that you have decided, close your eyes and go. You will come out."

Qin Feng closed his eyes without hesitation and strode out. Even if he knew that there were thousands of weapons in front of him just now, Qin Feng did not hesitate. Because he believed that the old man would let him out, but he couldn't get out himself.

"Boom"

A voice from ancient times shook Qin Feng's eyes away. In front of him was an old Taoist priest. The old man smiled, and Qin Feng also smiled.

Maybe he didn't reach the answer in the old man's heart, but the old man still admitted himself, and Qin Feng smiled. But he didn't know why the old man laughed, so he was a little confused.

"Teacher, what are you laughing at?"

The old man pretended to be mysterious and slowly shook his head.

"Buddha can't be said!"

Qin Feng didn't say anything and walked towards the way he came, muttering something.

"Cut, pretend to be a ghost, a magic stick. It's ridiculous for an old Taoist man to talk about Buddhism.

"B bastard, what did you say?"

But he didn't expect the old Taoist priest's ears to be so smart. Qin Feng ran far away and disappeared on the road.

At this time, Lao Dao became serious again and looked at the closed cave and said to himself.

"When the sun and the moon are together, you will come back!"