Chapter 184 Decisive Battle 3--War Drum, Disillusionment of Mountains and Rivers

"Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong..." The sound was like thunder. In the sound of killing, it exploded clearly in everyone's ears, deafening and making people's blood suddenly surge.

Xin Yimian fiercely pulled out the sword that pierced the enemy's chest, blood, washed his eyes, and was dazzling red. He turned around and looked in the direction of the drums through the smoke-filled battlefield. There, a person in a blue robe and the surrounding air flow swayed crazily, and the cold and decisive face loomed in the chaos of the green silk. The straight backbone is supported by the whole sky away from the country!

Turning back, looking at the frustrated comrades-in-arms, looking at the lives easily harvested by the enemy's swords, anger, and rising suddenly. The sword pointed to the sky, and he was angry and shouted, "How can the son who left the country be so cowardly? How can he be bullied by others?! Look, take a good look at the corpses on the ground. Your negative resistance is worthy of your dead comrades-in-arms and thousands of people! Generals, stand up and pay tribute to the dead with the blood of the enemy!"

As if there is an induction, the drum surface starts from the initial drum and waves, and then stacks layer by layer, and the ripples swings around with the drum surface as the center. The sound of drums is still 'dongdong', but the frequency begins to be different. The sound of the drums is becoming more and more strange. Anger and hard work are intertwined, and the defeat is unwillingness to inspire the determination to win. The flame of revenge from leaving the country is like wildfires, and it is bound to flood the sky and the earth.

"Yes, brothers, stand up! Damn it, kill all those kids. The son who left the country has never been a coke. Kill it!" The red eyes are as fierce as a wolf and leopard. The military uniforms of leaving the country are brilliant and dazzling.

"Brothers, kill!" The sinking horn followed the sound of the drums again, shouting and killing, overwhelming.

"Kill!"

Kill! Kill! Kill! They will never admit defeat. Even if the whole army is destroyed and they try their last breath, they will let the sword in their hands send the enemy to hell first! The soldiers who left the country would rather die standing than live on their knees!

Attack is the best defense. At this moment, the departing soldiers are completely desperate.

A departing general raised his sword and stabbed the soldier in Cangguo's chest, and the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of another Cang soldier's sword towards his left arm. If you avoid it, you will let go of the life in front of you. The iron teeth clenched, and the sword in his hand stabbed forward fiercely without hesitation!

"Z" and "Z" sounded at the same time. In the first sound, the soldiers of Cang opened their eyes and fell back, not closing their eyes!

In the second sound, the left arm of the soldiers who left the country was broken, and the dazzling red on his left shoulder turned into a gorgeous flower.

The soldiers who left the country turned their faces, and their eyes were like beasts locked. They couldn't believe that they raised their swords and looked at him. Their eyes were ** naked and murderous. In the face of such a wolf-like look, although he was the same person, the soldiers of Cangguo subconsciously stepped back, and the panic in his heart rose crazily.

The madman didn't even care about his own life and death in order to kill others. The soldiers who left the country were crazy!

The departing general did not look at his painful left shoulder. He raised his right hand's long sword, and the undried blood slipped from the tip of the sword, drop by drop. His right hand suddenly exerted his strength, and when the soldiers of Cangguo pointed at his neck and picked up a rapid sword flower, which was beautiful and also killing.

Not afraid of beasts with pain, but afraid of lifeless people!

Drums burst, it was clear that only one drum was vibrating, but the sound wave surged from all directions, penetrated into both ears, and filled the mind.

"Ah--" screamed from the mouth of a Cang soldier. He hugged his head and beat it crazily, and his body curled up on the ground and rolled and hit it.

Then, the second and third, more and more soldiers of the Cang Kingdom covered their ears and rolled on the ground.

However, the sound of the drum is like a soul, pervasive, invading and destroying nerves from all over the body. And every fallen Cang soldier will see a sword held high in the hands of a departing soldier and the ruthless smoke behind them at the end of their lives.

The turbulent war drum is a spell for their lives, and it has also become the last Sanskrit sound of their souls.

This sudden change was so sudden that even the wooden tower was caught off guard.

Looking at the soldiers who were attacked by the sound of drums, their gray eyes suddenly became sharp, and their palms spread out, and they absorbed all the power on the battlefield crazily. When they were saturated, they fiercely attacked the thin but resolute figure in front of the drum.

The wooden tower's offensive is rapid and fierce, and at this time, the red sandalwood is completely immersed in the sound of drums, and there is no way to share it.

Thousands of airflows, as sharp as a blade, attacked unconscious people, and in an instant, they crossed the sea of people and went straight to her back heart.

If this blow is hit, it will be useless even if it is not killed.

"Leader!"

"No!"

The fighting of tens of thousands of people suddenly stood still out of thin air, and countless wide eyes watched the streamer flashing in front of them in horror, and rushed to the people on the wooden platform.

"Rumble--" like thunder, the wooden platform collapsed and the dust flew.

"My God, Commander!"

The hoarse shouts sounded on the battlefield, and the eight-foot man roared sadly up to the sky. Ah--!"

The long roar rushed to the sky, and the person's eardrums were torn. Under the red and dazzling sunlight, the corners of the iron-blooded eyes flashed.

"What are you shouting?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from under the ruins.

Everyone was stunned, and saw a thin hand under the ruins on the collapsed wooden board, and a blue figure stood up slowly but as if nothing had happened. Although he said it to them, the eyes were always staring at the wooden tower, and the eyes were cold-blooded and ruthless that they had never seen before.

Then, she bent down and carefully removed a man in silver and white armor from under the board. The man's face was whiter than paper but blood red opened at the corners of his mouth, which was shocking.

"Young, young general." The soldiers were shocked. At that moment, it was too fast. They only saw a fierce airflow attacking the commander, and then a white light seemed to flash, and then it looked like this. At the critical moment, it was the major general who blocked the fatal blow with his body as the commander.

"You," red sandalwood quickly took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly, there were mixed feelings. Why did he save her? Save her regardless of her own life? He has always been lull to her. Why did he take on the attack for her that he couldn't bear at all? There are so many questions in my heart, but it turns into a dry word: "How do you feel?"

Xin Yimian gasped with difficulty. His pale face was still cold. His narrow eyes closed, leaned against her shoulder, gritted his teeth and said coldly, "I'm fine."

It's okay, it's weird!

The heart is damaged, which is the most difficult to cure. In the future, he will be accompanied by irregular angina for a lifetime.

Red sandalwood's heart was depressed and suddenly blocked. If it hadn't been for her... it was all for her!

Her eyes suddenly raised, she carefully put him down, and then straightened her spine and stood up.

Xin Yimian lay on the ruins and watched him get up. His narrow eyes only reflected the thin figure, covering the pain in his heart without saying a word.

She turned around and saw that the form of the battlefield had been reversed, and there was a pair of gray eyes in her eyes.

"They can't participate in our battlefield." The man obviously didn't move his mouth, and the sound of death came to her ears.

Yes, they are far from the same level as these ordinary soldiers. If they want to fight, they should have their own battlefield.

Using actions instead of words, the red sandalwood flew up directly and ran to the distance with a few flashes, followed by a gray figure behind him.

Where she couldn't see the corners of her eyes, a red light followed the two silently.

On the hot battlefield, no one saw how the two disappeared, but when they felt something, looking back, the person was no longer there.

The red sandalwood was extremely fast, and the wooden tower followed closely and was not dropped at all.

Her heart is sinking. She has always practiced speed. The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable. Even at the same level, she has an advantage in speed. However, on the wooden tower, her advantage does not seem to be obvious at all.

When the figure flashed, I saw a blue and a black line passing through the sky. They were not far behind, and there was a dazzling red line following. Three colors jump between the desert Gobi.

Suddenly, the red one stopped.

Wu Cang Juelan has never felt so depressed. He has always been fearless, but the man in the way in front of him gives him a lot of depression. That kind of depression is like the thick black ink that can't be melted in the Black Valley, with a strong smell of death.

"You can't go." The voice filled with the breath of death appeared in his ears, more powerful than the wooden tower. "It's not fair."

This man is very strong, and he is by no means an opponent. Wu Cang Juelan's slender hand was secretly close to the cuffs. It was not until the palm of his hand fell cold that he calmed down and pulled away the evil smile. "What you said is not fair. I don't know what the younger generation means."

The person who blocked Wu Cang Juelan held a wooden sword in his arms, put his chin on the collarbone, hung his head, and his neck was stiff, as if he had not lifted it since he was born. The gray posture gave people a super aggressive power. You two, one wooden tower, it's not fair.

The waves flashed in Danfeng's eyes, and he smiled, "You seem to be nosy, don't you?"

"It's all over the world." When a person with no sense of existence says words without a sense of existence, he doesn't seem to communicate much with people. His tone is intermittent, "You can't, kill each other."

Killing each other? This made him frown. They are completely opposed to the wooden tower. Why did they kill each other? What is this person's thinking? He looked at the square in front of him, and the two figures had long disappeared. His heart tightened and he knew that he could no longer drag it down. Amu's skills may not be better than the wooden tower. If she had any accident...

Danfeng's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't care so much.

The hilt of the red phosphate stone sword was held, and the sound of the sword was getting longer and longer. At the moment when he sobbed, his whole body was like a sharp sword, and the light was unrewary.

Without greetings and words, a sword in the air, the blood suit hunted and danced, and the airflow gathered at the tip of the sword, swarming to the blockers with a strong attack.

In an all of an eye, the light was shining, and the white light was dazzling, rising to the sky.

And this huge offensive only exchanged three words from the other side: "Weak, weak, weak."

The wind was calm, and the man holding the wooden sword still stood in the initial position.

Wucang Juelan's eyes have always been careless, suddenly sinking, deep and dark, not seeing the bottom. At first, he could feel that this person was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong. He only used it once in a hundred challenges three years ago and once when Yushan was attacked. This was only the third time, but even if it was like crying blood, he did not hurt this person at all. He couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"