Twilight War

04

The wind and sand in the desert swept across, and General Lian Zhen looked down at the people of the Huangxuan family from a high place in the sand.

"Master Jin, have you made up your mind?" General Lian Zhen patted his horse, his eyes full of hostility, "To kneel or not to kneel."

"I am Jiangnan Huangxuan. If the emperor doesn't kneel, why would he kneel to you?" Zichen said word by word. He raised his head to look at General Lianzhen, his black eyes were like obsidian.

General Lian Zhen inexplicably felt cold, as if startled by Zichen's eyes, obviously he was just a weak young master.But those eyes look like there are thousands of troops behind him.

General Lian Zhen made up his mind and shook off the imperial decree on the jade axis.

"Fengtian Chengyun, the emperor summoned the day." General Lianzhen's eyes flicked from the imperial decree to look at the young master Huangxuan who was neither kneeling nor worshiping among the kneeling crowd.

"Jiangnan Huangxuan, treasonous and collaborating with the enemy, conspired with Arthur Fana and other barbarians, intending to endanger the foundation of Donghuang Baishi."

Suddenly, thousands of arrows rained out from the dragonriders!The rain of arrows covered the sky, turning the scorching desert into a hell under the shadows.

The black-feathered arrows piercing through the air are like a swarm of crows!

Just now, all the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family put their swords sheathed on the desert in front of them, a rain of arrows came, and most of them were hit by the arrows before they could draw their sheaths.

"Today in the desert of the Western Regions, punish him!" General Lian Zhen slowly put away the imperial decree of the jade scroll on top of the large shadow cast by the rain of arrows.

"Kin this!"

The dust is flying, and the flags are covering the sky.

Zichen pulled the rein of the horse and looked up at General Lianzhen, his lips were almost white.

He picked up the Que Xie sword beside him, as if he was about to draw his sword and fight.

"Young Master Huangxuan is plotting rebellion? It seems that those secret reports are all true. As expected, the Huangxuan family has conspired with those barbarians like Arthur Fana." General Lian Zhen said with a smile.

Bi Fang pressed the sword in Zichen's hand, "Young Master Jin, no!"

Zichen looked at General Lianzhen who was sneering from above, and suddenly felt that his smile was as cold as ice blades.

He remembered that when he was eight years old, he was led by his father to visit Emperor Changgeng in Chang'an, and Emperor Changgeng's face was blocked behind twelve bead curtains.

His father told him that it was the crown, and the crown was the front, so it blinded the eyes;

Ming sees something, Cong does not hear it.

The emperor promotes great virtues and forgives small crimes.

But he clearly saw the sneer at the corner of the emperor's mouth after the slightly shaking crown, so he forgot about the emperor's reward and the courtiers' worship, and only dared to hide behind his father, watching the emperor wave at them with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The back of the hand is facing outwards, and the four fingers are raised backwards, step back.

But now, the Huangxuan family is really about to retire.

He looked at the sneer at the corner of General Lian Zhen's mouth, and suddenly remembered the smile at the corner of the emperor's mouth that year.

Zichen looked up at General Lianzhen, the black forehead band on his forehead was stained with blood, his eyes were like a trapped beast.He raised his sword towards the high place, "Kill!"

——Who is home?

——Which is the country?

Now his home is gone, and his country wants him to die!

He saw the blood, the fighting, and the sneer on the corner of the emperor's mouth.He raised his sword and rushed towards the sneering man at the highest point. The horse's hooves sank in the yellow sand, blood splashed from his side, and he was just charging tirelessly!

He seemed to break through the Chang'an where the sky was low and the clouds were dark!

Chang'an, where the temples are gloomy and the courtiers kneel in scarlet robes!

He raised his sword and wanted to stab General Lianzhen.

A number of dragon cavalry in black iron heavy armor died under his sword.

General Lian Zhen couldn't help leaning back, but he still looked at the boy.

"Young master Jin, you should think about it, your sword will really be treason and conspiracy! The 800 years of loyalty and bravery of the Huangxuan family will be buried in your hands. From then on, the word Huangxuan will be an eternal shame." !"

Zichen suddenly felt that his wrists began to tremble. He could be accused of treason, but what about the Huangxuan family?

The family and the country are always there, and the members of the Huangxuan family were originally a group of displaced people. When they joined the Huangxuan family, they took the mountains and rivers as their home and fought for the country.

If they are included in the crime of treason, where should they go!

The sword in Zichen's hand did not fall in the end.

General Lian Zhen suddenly waved the Qinglong Xuanniao flag in his hand, "Kill."

Thousands of dragonriders rushed down from the highest point. They were wearing heavy armor, their horseshoes were stuck in the sand, and the sand flew all over the sky.

The yellow sand was soaked red with blood.

Zichen looked back at the Huangxuan family members, "No!"

The blood started to turn cold.

——I swear that I will return with my soul, and my family and country will live forever.

Those dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family could die for the country, but now they have to raise their swords against Donghuang's own army.

They hesitated and struggled, but there were no Dragonriders. Those dressed in hideous and gluttonous black iron clothes swung down and raised the Golden Armor from Dragonriders.

This was a siege, and the Huangxuan family lost from the very beginning.

They raised their swords for their country, but now they died under the sharp arrows of their own country.

"Little Lord!"

Someone shouted in the bloody battlefield.

General Lian Zhen's long knife suddenly swung towards Zichen, but Zichen was still looking back at the people of Huangxuan's family.

Bi Fang, covered in blood, threw Zichen off his horse, and the two of them rolled down from the sand.Zichen's horse had already been killed by the knife.

"Huangxuanjin, what did you see?" Isabel held Huangxuanjin's hand, and found that his body was so cold that there was almost no temperature at all.

Huang Xuanjin was lying in the bathtub, the wound on his body burst open, staining the cold water red, and the blood spread in the water like red silk. "No, there's nothing. I didn't see anything." He shouted almost collapsed.

But he saw it, he saw the blood in the yellow sand all over the sky, he saw the blood of the Huangxuan family's dead soldiers stained from the dragon rider's buttocks, he saw death.

He curled up almost in pain, and those bloody memories appeared in his eyes again.He can't forget, can't forget.

"Young master! Let's go!" Bi Fang hugged Zichen in his arms. Zichen had already been shot by several arrows, and his black armor was stained red with blood, but he didn't feel any pain.

He turned his head and looked behind him, those who were chasing from the dragon riding horses, wielding the dark copper drifting hammer in their hands, and the iron chain hooked the copper hammer like the trajectory of a meteor.

Before they could catch up, dozens of dead soldiers from the Huangxuan family rushed forward roaring!

"Protect the young master!"

They gritted their teeth and drew their swords!

Just now they did not draw their swords even if they died under the sword, because they knew that once they drew their swords, it would be a name for treason.

But now, they are forced to draw out their swords and fight against their own country!

"Send the young master away!"

The battle armor of the Huangxuan family's dead soldiers was splashed with layers of blood, and after one layer of blood dried up, another layer was splashed.

"I can't leave! Huangxuan's family is here, how can I leave!" Zichen almost roared, his mouth was filled with the taste of blood, raw and cold like rust.

"You are here, so the Huangxuan family will be here." Bi Fang gritted his teeth and said, the strong man ran desperately on the wild sand.

Lian Zhen looked at Zichen and Bi Fang who were fleeing in the wild sand from a distance, with cold and dark eyes.He is not in a hurry to chase, no matter how big the desert is, there is no room for Huangxuan Jin.Even Donghuang is so big, it can't accommodate a Huangxuan family.

He slowly drew his bow, facing a man who was fighting with a sword, the cold arrow pierced through the air, and blood burst out from the man's back.

"Chase."

he whispered.

"Does the Huangxuan family really want to be rebels?" A dragonrider shouted at the Huangxuan dead warrior who was fighting, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips.

"The Huangxuan family...has never had the slightest intention of treason." The dead soldier of the Huangxuan family said while clutching his wound.

"But now, you are."

The sharp blade pierced the air, and the iron cavalry rolled up the mat.

The dead soldiers of Huangxuan's family gathered together, back to back, holding swords.

The wind and sand in the desert were as sharp as cutting people, and those dragon riders passed through the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family over and over again, and the golden spears fell and swung.

In the end, there was only one dead soldier left on the dust, who inserted his sword into the sand and supported himself to stand up.

"In the past, I took a car from Kunlun to Fusang! In the past, I chased the sun and drank all the rivers and rivers! I am Jiangnan Huangxuan, and my blood is Xuanyuan!"

He shouted in the middle of the vast desert, as if trying to use up all his strength.

The blood-stained man pulled out a sharp blade from the dust and rushed into hundreds of cavalry!

——I am Jiangnan Huangxuan, my blood is Xuanyuan!

Huangxuan Jin roared in the icy water, and countless cracks appeared on his body like molten gold.

He remembered the day Fenrir asked him why he was still alive.

Yes, he is already like this, why is he still alive?

But he is still unwilling and angry, isn't he?

He still remembered the smell of blood, in the air, splashed on his face, flowing from him.

He could still hear the roar of the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family drawing their swords and fighting.

Those things kept him from falling asleep every night, so that he could only keep his eyes open every night, watching the car lights passing by the window over and over again.

He is the alpha wolf who has lost the wolf pack, and will never join any wolf pack again.

He will always look at the world with the coldest and most suspicious eyes.

It was as if he was always on guard against the world taking anything away from him.

But he obviously has nothing.

The sound of the iron hooves of the dragon rider came from behind, and the dust all over the sky was like a sacrifice.

Zichen was wounded by an arrow, and Bi Fang hugged him and fled the battlefield desperately.

"Young master...you have to live, you have to leave here." Bi Fang smiled suddenly, his voice had become sandy, as if stained with blood, "Young master, go back to Jiangnan, you are the Huangxuan family You must return to Jiangnan, you must take root and germinate in the soil of Jiangnan."

"The day the Patriarch died, he asked me to find the Young Master... I failed to die with the Patriarch, and I also failed to find the Young Master. I have been guilty until now, and today I finally have the opportunity to do something for the Young Master. The Young Master... "

"Before I joined the Huangxuan family, I had no family."

"Bi Fang, don't die." Zichen said almost in panic, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Master Jin, don't worry about me. Have you forgotten what I told you? From the moment I joined the Huangxuan family, death is no longer my destination, but the Huangxuan family is."

Zichen shook his head, he didn't understand what Bi Fang was talking about, but he felt faintly uneasy, like the desolation overflowing from the bottom of his heart.

Bi Fang smiled, closed his eyes and said slowly: Beg the god of the ancient prehistoric world, I will offer it with my three souls, the ancient fierce beast sleeping in my blood, I will feed it with my blood, I will give it with my six Soul calls it.See you at the end, the world is on fire!

——Bi Fang sees, the world is on fire!

Zichen felt his blood cooling down little by little.

The contract retainers of the Huangxuan family are all in the name of ancient fierce beasts. When they made the oath, they used their own three souls and six souls as the basis to obtain the blood of the fierce beast. The contract retainers of the Huangxuan family can use their own Their souls and blood summoned the beasts sleeping in their veins.

And the price is that the soul will be scattered, and the jade talisman will not be allowed...

All Kuangsha fell silent in an instant.

Even the air is stagnant.All the war horses began to feel uneasy, their hooves stepped on the yellow sand, and the war horses were instinctively sensitive to danger, and at this moment all the war horses seemed to want to run away.

The horses of the dragon riders have received very strict training, even if they encounter fierce tigers, they will not be afraid, but at this moment, they are so afraid that they are almost trembling.

A wildfire fell from the sky, burning all the wildernesses!

The desert is full of wild sand, and there is nothing that can ignite a flame, but the fire is getting stronger and stronger, as if it is going to engulf the sky.

Among the thousands of flames, Zichen saw the giant bird flying on its own.

——Bi Fang, do not eat grains, but swallow flames.

In the battle in ancient times, Bi Yi was at the side of the Yellow Emperor's carriage pulled by Jiaolong.Bi Fang is a sign of the fire bird, and the phoenix is ​​a god, but it also brings disasters to the world.

The sky is full of fire, blood and fire come from the same source.

"So it's true." Bi Fang looked at the fire bird soaring in the sky like a child looking at the kite in the sky and smiled, "I'm afraid the road ahead will have to go on my own... I can't help it." Just like before, I went home with the young master on my back."

Flames ignited behind Bi Fang.

But he was still holding Zichen, with blood flowing from his mouth, and he was still walking hard step by step, as if he wanted to send Zichen away from this desert even with his last breath.

"That day in Wusun country, I heard the young master of the Si family make a fortune, saying that it was good luck and bad luck... I thought about it for a long time. Many things happened that day, and they were all bad things. Only the young master came back... It's a good thing. Young master It's good to be back."

Bi Fang never spoke much, and in his memory he just kept looking at Zichen.

Zichen remembered that every time Bi Fang sent him to Weichen Temple, he would stand in front of the Baili steps and look up at Bi Fang. Head, we will meet again, he said.

"In the past, I sent the young master away. This is the last time I send the young master away. It's a pity... we can't see you again." Bi Fang babbled, as if he wanted to say all the things he hadn't said in his life .

The lines like molten gold bound Huangxuan Jin like a dense net. He was still drowning in the icy water, and Isabel held the boy in her arms tightly.

The boy gasped almost exhausted, as if someone had strangled his throat.

His eyes stared into endless nothingness.

Isabel didn't know what exactly he saw.

But she knew that there should be endless flames and... blood.

Every night the boy sleeps in these flames and blood.

The fire gradually died down. Bi Fang's birds were raised with Bi Fang's flesh and blood, and Zichen understood what this meant.

He once vowed to guard Jiangnan, Donghuang, and Huangxuan's family.But he couldn't protect anything in the end, what he cherished, what he cared about, left him one by one.

"Young master, I can only send you here..."

Bi Fang suddenly fell on top of him.

Patterns of molten gold emerged from Zichen's body, but he couldn't even scream.

He has no way to restore anything, he can only stand still and watch the things he wants to protect disappear one by one.

Those who protect a family are scholars, those who protect one side are heroes, those who protect a town are heroes, those who protect an area are generals, and those who protect a country are kings.

But in the end, he found that he couldn't protect anything.

That's good, since he can't protect anything, why not let him be the enemy of the world!

He remembered that when he was in Jinling, he was knocked to the ground by those young masters, his head was immersed in the Qinhuai River by them, he lifted it again and again and sank it again and again, the last time he felt the suffocation to death.

The Qinhuai River, which has flowed from ancient times to the present, seems to still be bloody in the brightly lit and prosperous Qinhuai River.

Surrounded by the laughter and noise of those young masters, separated by the water of the Qinhuai River, it was so far away, as if in another world.The smiles at the corners of those young masters, the sneer at the corners of the emperor's mouth after the crowning ceremony in the palace hall, the grinning smile of General Lianzhen watching his blood soaked in the wild sand from the highest place in the desert.

Everything overlapped together, doing this in the desert seemed to burn him, but he seemed to feel suffocation, the suffocation of being submerged in water.

Want to protect what you want to protect, so it is possible not to get blood on it?Zichen was lying in the wild sand of the desert and suddenly smiled with the corners of his mouth twitched.

Bi Fang was still protecting him, his back was full of sharp arrows, like a hedgehog.

Even though he is dead, he is still protecting his young master Jin.

Zichen gritted his teeth and pushed Bi Fang away. Several arrows on Bi Fang's body were broken due to rolling.

In the dust and flames all over the sky, Zichen crawled forward desperately, the sword was right in front of him.

His leg was injured, and every movement was painful.

Have you ever tried everything to get something?

At that moment, the young man was bloody, and his sword was right in front of him.

He remembered that year in Chang'an, when he accidentally broke into the Lingtai in Dijiao.He was wearing a wide-sleeved robe with cloud brocade patterns on a dark background, and he raised his head to look at the huge astrolabe made of burnt gold mud.

And finally he saw the old man sitting in the corner with lotus.

"What is Young Master Jin looking for?" He heard the old man's voice like a dead tree branch.

He walked up to the old man with some puzzlement, "Who are you?"

"I'm a surveyor, young master, would you like me to do a fortune-telling survey for the young master?" said the old man.

The young man spread his hands in front of the old man.

The old man was relieved at first, then suddenly laughed, and finally held the boy's hand almost in horror.

"Young Master Jin knows his fate!"

"Of course I don't know. I won't know until I've lived a hundred years."

The old man tightly held his hand, his gaze was like a candle lamp in a dark room, "Young Master's star is Xuanyuan Star, compassionate and weak, Tu Lide, salty all things."

"But if the young master has grievances in his heart, it will definitely lead to a war of war in the world! The common people will die! Future generations will name the young master in the name of a tyrant."

"I'm not the emperor." The boy pulled out his hand.

"It will be, it will be." The old man said almost crazily and madly: "The blood of the young master is Chi You, God of War, but he has Xuanyuan's surname."

"Xuanyuan Mianjiu Banner, when Xuanyuan Huanglong wakes up, the world will be in chaos, and the young master will ascend to the imperial city!"

"What did you say! You're crazy!"

The young man fled almost in panic, and Yun Jinyi swept across the copper-poured ground of Butian Palace like a tide.

But the old man is still screaming like crazy:

"You will eventually join the world with nine tins and twelve crowns!"

A dragon rider raised the knife in his hand and wanted to slash at the young man who was still desperately crawling forward.

Those who can get the head of the young master of Huangxuan will be rewarded with ten thousand gold!

When the heavy Mo knife slashed down, the evil spirit sword cut through his abdomen first!

In the endless burning flames, the boy holds a sword in his hand.

His figure flickered in the flames and yellow sand.

Blood dripping, young boy in black and red silk

When he holds the weapon in his hand, it is the time when Xuanyuan Dragon wakes up!

—— "Huangxuan Zichen, do you know what Chi You's mad blood is?"

He knew, of course he knew.

The so-called Chi You's mad blood is to burn his own blood, and it means that a person bears the murderous spirit and hatred to the death of the dead soldiers of Huangxuan in the past dynasties in the jade talisman.

For 800 years, the jade talisman is full of unwilling and angry souls who died on the battlefield, and the person who uses Chi You's blood will bear the killing and anger of 800 million souls with his own soul.

But after all, he was going to fight and fight.

Since this is a battlefield, he must take up his sword.

Dark red battle patterns slowly appeared in the boy's eyes.

He swung the flame-burning sword, and the flames burst into flames in an instant. After all, the bird saw that the world was on fire.

And Huangxuanjin is a phoenix with five colors and writing. Under his sword is a flame that can burn everything, and he will be reborn in thousands of flames.

He has come and nothing can stop him anymore.

Blood above the wild sand, death above the flames.

Since they had written his betrayal in the will, then he had no choice but to obey the order!

The young man's sword rose and fell, he no longer retreated, no longer scruples about anything.The blood of the dragon rider has washed his evil sword again and again.

Zichen gritted his teeth, fighting like wild beasts and evil spirits who came out of hell.

Immediately, General Lianzhen looked at the young man in the bloody flames and took a step back in fear, "Kill him! Quick! Kill him!"

"Whoever can kill him, I will reward him with a thousand households! Reward him with ten thousand hectares of fertile land! Reward him..."

But still no one could stop that young man from fighting.

He walked step by step on the yellow sand, every step was a step of death.

The huge astrolabe that was running all night 16 years ago, the star official running around in the Butian Palace, and the astrologer who fiddled with gold-plated calculation chips.

The cinnabar ink on the porcelain blue paper is still wet, and the chief inspector of ceremonies rides a red horse on the long embankment, from the Lingtai to the burning palace lantern in Chang'an.

All the people waited all night just for one word.

Just for the boy with the sword.

That young man had Xuanyuan's surname, but was bleeding Chi You's blood.

The young man chopped off the fire sword and fell to the banner of Canglong Tengyun, burning in the fire, and he stepped forward step by step on those flames and yellow sand.

He didn't remember how long he had been killed, only that the blood flowed on the burning black fire sword.

He thought of Si Tianming and asked him, I know you hate Vaner, and I know you have never been able to care about it.But are you going to kill those Vana officials alone?Are you the only one in the Huangxuan family?

Of course, he is not the only one in the Huangxuan family.

But just like Huangxuan Liyu and Huangxuan Jiuzhu, they are not like him, they still have jade talismans, but they know the huge backlash caused by Chi You's mad blood, so they don't want to use the jade talismans, but burn With his own blood, he killed all the kings of the six tribes in Beimang by himself, and guarded Jiangnan by himself.

Why?Because you have to kill some people with your own hands, and you have to avenge some revenge with your own hands. You want to see their blood on your hands, and you have to stain their heads with your own hands.

Others, no.

Your hatred can only be reported by yourself.

——What is home and what is country.

He can't control it, he only knows that he wants to protect what he wants to protect, and kill what he hates.

General Lian Zhen fell off his horse in a panic. He had never seen such a young man before. It was obvious that the young man was weak and looked like a girl just now, but at this moment, the young man seemed to have come out of hell. is death.

He finally understood why the Huangxuan family was able to guard the south of the Yangtze River for 800 years. It was a terrifying and powerful existence.

And the young man held the sword like this, and stepped forward step by step, as if he was walking towards his throne.

The blood on the sword dripped on the yellow sand, and the young man smiled slightly.

"General Lian Zhen." The young man said, "Remember who I am, so I can report my name to the dead soldiers of Quantai Huangxuan's family and tell them that their blood will not be shed in vain."

"I am Huangxuanjin of the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River."

He stepped on General Lianzhen's shoulder, and then suddenly swung the Yehuo sword down, like an executioner.

"General, it's noon!"