Indescribable Invincibility

　　 Outside the free day.

　　 There was a crying cry, and it started to rain lightly, and even God was sentimental.

　　The Heavenly Fire Sect Army lost 670,000 people, but Daqin lost 30,000 people.

This ratio seems to be very small, but before this battle, they had fought two battles, and nearly 100,000 people died in the two battles. In this battle, most of the 30,000 people died before 500,000. In the case of 700,000, nearly 120,000 people died in the three wheels.

　　The collision between the dynasty and the gods is a hell, tens of thousands of people are killed and injured every day.

　　 "Woo..."

　　 The horn sounded, echoing around the ears of soldiers.

　　 "Take Da Qin Erlang home!" The blood-clothed man issued an order.

　　'S voice is very soft and soft, completely opposite to the coldness of the previous conversation with the wild man.

　　 As he said, his figure slowly fell, and he picked up the corpse of a soldier with a broken arm. Under the soldier's iron helmet was a young face, only about twenty-one years old.

　　 "Go home." He whispered.

　　 did not choose to go to the air, but step by step towards the free day.

　　 "Go home."

　　 "……"

　　 Similar words echoed on the battlefield, with the sound of rain lingering.

　　 The Great Qin Army returned to the city.

　　 There are trumpets in Tianxianguan, and they become arrogant and drums beat.

　　 This is not a signal to start war or retreat, it is a triumphant tone, and it is also a mourning for the dead.

　　 The gate opens.

　　 Two rows of torches, the light is soft, like the soul road of the dead, silent and no noise, only the soul-sending song formed by the sound of horns and drums is ringing.

　　 Yan Wu rarely did not play, he was stained with blood, standing outside the city.

　　 By his side is Fang Xuan.

　　 The two stood outside the pass for a long time. They were the only outsiders in this battle, not from the Great Qin Dynasty.

　　 Yan Wu looked at all this.

　　 There was a sigh in his mouth, "Being born in Daqin is happy and unfortunate."

　　 "They are more of happiness." Fang Xuan's voice spread from the side.

　　 Hear the words.

　　 Yan Wu was startled, and nodded immediately.

　　"Da Qin...Da Qin..." He said a few words, but was not talking.

　　 silently watched the army return to the city for a while.

　　 Yan Wu looked at Fang Xuan, "What do you plan to do with the two of them."

　　 There are two mummified corpses beside the two of them. More precisely, they are two strong men who have no strength and are not as good as dead.

　　 Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng panted. They wanted to walk but they didn't have any strength at all.

　　 "You can't kill us." Yi Xiaocheng tried his best to speak, his voice hoarse.

　　 He is very afraid of death, he is a person who is afraid of death, otherwise he would not find Zhang Wu to accompany him to do the task given to him by the elder.

It’s just that he hasn’t counted all the calculations. He and Zhang Wu went down the mountain and failed to escape the death. This made Yi Xiaocheng unwilling and frightened. He thought that no matter how difficult the task was, there would be no risk of life. In the end, This is actually the case.

　　 Zhang Wutong did not speak, his pupils stared at Fang Xuan.

　　 He is so much better than Yi Xiaocheng, he doesn't care about death, he has some cruel eyes in his eyes.

　　 "I thought of the result when I fell into your hand, let's do it." Zhang Wutong's voice came.

　　 Fang Xuan holds the Sword in his hand.

　　 He looked at Zhang Wutong and then at Yi Xiaocheng.

　　 The two have diametrically opposite faces, one sees death as home, the other fears death.

　　 "Puff puff......"

　　 did not pay attention to Yi Xiaocheng's begging for mercy, Fang Xuan cut off the heads of the two of them, and the dry sword swallowed the two corpses and souls cleanly, turning them into boundless devilish energy.

　　 "These two brothers are really interesting." Yan Wu smiled, he noticed the expressions of the two.

　　 Soon, he looked at Fang Xuan.

　　 "Xiao Tongtian died in your hands, and now two more people are dead, the people in Biyou Palace will not be able to sit still."

"so what?"

　　 Fang Xuan asked with a smile.

　　 Yan Wu shrugged, he knew and expected Fang Xuan's attitude.

　　 Since Fang Xuan dared to kill Su Qingmu, he wouldn't care about it.

　　 Then the two walked towards Tianxianguan.

　　 The death of the two people in Biyu Palace didn't make the two of them feel a little fluctuating from beginning to end, as if the death was not two gods, but two ants.

　　……

　　In the city.

　　The army triumphantly, everything is in order.

　　Doctors, healers and even noble pharmacists are all running.

　　 Those with minor injuries are also helping.

　　 There are no triumphant celebrations, only busyness, preparing for the next war, and the enemy will come. This is not the end of the battle. It is just a chapter in the future when people write ancient history, a glorious page.

　　 Fangxuan and Yan Wu go inside the pass.

　　 They are quite special people in the city.

　　 No one said anything about them. Fang Xuan was originally the highest combat power in the Guan. He didn't need to be busy with this. After all, he was not a member of Da Qin, and he was grateful to Da Qin soldiers to help them block the princes.

　　 As for Yan Wu, they don't know who this is, but they have heard that this person is not from Daqin. He can be respected as much as he can play. Whether it is his cultivation level or Yan Wu's behavior, it is respectable.

　　 Everyone is busy with their own affairs, and occasionally someone passes by them.

　　 One of the monks was carried into the tent.

　　 The monk did not have the misty dust in the eyes of ordinary people, and some half of his body was gone, blood and blood, he gritted his teeth, and did not hum.

　　 He was carried into another account just like that.

　　 There were several partners around the monk. Some of them had lost their arms. They were all wounded. There was a pharmacist beside Fang Xuan, who hurriedly passed by Fang Xuan, constantly muttering the word "Support".

　　 "That person..." Fang Xuan looked at the tent.

　　 The person has no chance of rescue, not far from death.

　　 Yan did not notice Fang Xuan's gaze, and questioned, "What's wrong."

"he……"

　　 Fang Xuan is ready to speak.

　　Suddenly, crying came from inside the tent.

　　 That was not the monk's voice, it was made by his companion.

　　 "He is dead." Yan Wu understood why Fang Xuan would go to see, "You can see that he is going to die, don't you?"

　　 "He can't hold it for long."

　　 Fang Xuan saw that person, and he immediately knew that person was not far from death.

　　 The cultivator died. He gritted his teeth from beginning to end without yelling at all, until he died there was no pain.

　　 He survived the victory, but finally passed away in the pass, still not able to survive...

　　 on the way to the small courtyard of the residence.

　　 I saw the yard not far away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and on the way, I could see Xiaodou and Xiaolu.

　　 Xiaodou works carefully.

　　He was very scared after I came to Tian Xianguan, even now he is also scared, he saw too many **** pictures, his body trembled.

　　 It’s just that although Xiaodou is timid, he is still sensible and comes out to help.

　　 The small body was busy shuttled, he opened a curtain.

　　 The white tent cloth was lifted up.

　　 Let Yan Wu be surprised, Xiaodou did not walk in the first time.

　　 Following his line of sight, from the side of Xiaodou, he saw the scene inside the tent.

very common.

　　 There are sixteen people lying on the mat in the account.

　　 They were seriously injured, and they were very difficult to act without being able to participate in the war.

　　 Following Xiaodou's line of sight, Yan Wu discovered the reason why Xiaodou was standing still.

　　 Near a mat outside the tent, there was a man standing with blood on his body that was the blood of the enemy, holding a red silk scarf in his hand.

　　 The man lowered his head.

　　 There is a middle-aged man lying on the mat with no stubble on his face.

　　 The person beside the bed seemed to be saying something to him. The middle-aged soldier did not respond. He raised his arm to cover his eyes and part of his face. If you look closely, you will find that tears are flowing from the gap.

　　The middle-aged soldier's shoulders twitched, his lips were clenched, as if he didn't want people to hear him crying, which affected the rest of the injured in the tent.

　　 Xiaodou stared at this scene in a daze, and he remained silent for a long time.

　　 At this moment, he heard footsteps coming from behind.

　　 turned his head and looked back.

　　 is Yan Wu and Fang Xuan.

　　 Xiaodou hurriedly saluted. He didn't dare to talk to the other party Xuan Dalai a few days ago, some of them were in awe...

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