Twilight War

16

Juyongguan outside.

The corpses of tens of thousands of retainers of the Huangxuan family burned together with the corpses of the strange beasts.

Xiang Liu supported his body to stand up, but his humerus had already been ripped out of the flesh, and every time he moved, the pain was so painful that he was almost suffocating.

"General Xiangliu, there is...no one in the city." Chongming clutched the wound on his chest.

The smoke and sand are all gone, and the blood stains the hundreds of miles like fire.And they tried their best to hold nothing.

But the alien beasts outside the city were still ferocious, biting human corpses on the battlefield.

Everything they did was a joke.

"Is anyone gone?" Xiang Liu plunged the tip of his sword into the soil.

Chongming shook his head.

They are at the end of the road, if Xiang Yu would commit suicide here.

But Xiang Liu suddenly laughed almost insanely, "Is there anyone left! Good! That's great!"

"In this way, I can finally have no worries." Xiang Liu looked blankly at the distant sky.

With nothing to protect, there is no scabbard.

From then on, cut off everything and fight with all your strength.

"My Huangxuan family is not at the end yet." The man tore off the black forehead band in his hair, blood staining the insignia of the double swords red.

He tightly held the forehead belt of the Huangxuan family in front of him, and recited the ghost deed in the huge battlefield outside Juyongguan like a king offering sacrifices to the ghosts and gods of mountains and rivers in the Ming Hall.

"Begging the god of the ancient prehistoric world, I offer it with my three souls, the ancient fierce beast that sleeps in my blood, I feed it with my blood, I call it with my six souls. Xiangliu will be born, and it will become a country."

On the desolate battlefield, it seemed that all the gunpowder smoke stopped flowing in an instant.

The man's body knelt down on the ground, and behind him was a nine-headed giant snake that could only appear in ancient mythology.

Xiang Liu raised his head in front of the gigantic evil minister and snake beast, "My majestic imperial palace, my soul returns!"

The nine-headed giant snake screamed suddenly, and the sky and the earth trembled.

Chongming looked at Xiangliu who was holding the evil minister's sword, and said with a smile, "It's really messed up."

What their young master said was true, the surname Huangxuan only blessed a group of rogue lackeys.

Huangxuanjin is not the only rascal in Huangxuan's family.

Since there are people who are messing around like this, he is not the only one.

He smiled and recited his ghost deed leisurely between the heaven and the earth, "The soul is sacrificed, and the flesh and blood are sacrificed. The bird of Chongming, a hundred ghosts will not invade!"

On the battlefield full of smoke and dust, huge birds and beasts broke through the sky!

So what if the soul is burned out, so what if there is no reincarnation.

Get this life, keep one surname, one family, one country.

enough.

"It's amazing, I want it too." Xuan Xun shouted excitedly watching the Chongming Bird soaring between the sky and the earth,

Fei Yi hurriedly grabbed Xuan Xuan, "Don't, don't, you've changed into a monkey, and your combat power is not as good as it is now."

"Then what about you?" Xuan Xuan looked at Fei Yi with contempt.

Fat Yi read with a proud face: "The mountain of Taihua is cut into a square, its height is five thousand feet, its width is ten miles, and no birds or beasts can live there.

There is a snake named Fei Yi, which has six legs and four wings, and when it is seen, there will be a severe drought in the world. "

"Today, I dedicate my soul to it, and take Bai Zetu as a pact, to summon the beast sleeping in my blood to fight for the return of my Huangxuan family!"

His voice sounded like a big bell, and the heaven and earth were furious.

The man turned into a ferocious snake and rushed to the battlefield.

The frontier soldiers next to them trembled and looked at the scene in front of them.

That is a battle that can only be found in mythology, and the group of monsters in the Book of Mountains and Seas woke up again on this land!

They roared and bit everything.

Southern Desolation and Northern Mang, they returned from the four realms to fight for the 800-year-old Emperor Xuan!

They're nothing but a bunch of rogue lackeys.

Running dogs are meant to bite!

The word Huangxuan has never been distinguished. For 800 years, it has always been just homeless desperadoes hiding under this surname.

This northern land was the territory of my Huangxuan family 800 years ago!

A battle of red pine, 30 cavalry, half of the rivers and lakes rushed from the huge Donghuang.

People may be truly alive.

Those people rushed to the battlefield just because of this sentence.

——Even if my generation, Huangxuan, donated his life here today, as long as Xuanyuan's blood in the Great Wall is not extinguished, the people of Donghuang will be at peace.From now on, someone will raise the battle flag for my Huangxuan family!

——The battle to the death!

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

The iron cavalry and quacks who came 800 years ago are fighting on the same battlefield as the Huangxuan family today.

Quantai's old department, come back!

Now this is our battlefield again!

What makes you fight with all your might, what makes you rather become a monster that is neither human nor ghost, but also not fall down!

From now on, death is no longer your destination, but the Huangxuan family is.

Several frontier soldiers were too frightened to speak.

Xuan Xuan quickly pretended to be indifferent, waved his hands and said to the border soldiers beside him, "Small scenes are all small scenes."

"I used to see this scene a lot in Jinling."

"...After all, our Huangxuan family is also a group of beasts."

After saying this, he pulled out the sword from his waist and charged into the blood-burning battlefield again!

——In the past, I took a car from Kunlun to Fusang.In the past, I followed the sun and drank all the rivers and rivers.I am Jiangnan Huangxuan, my bloodline is Xuanyuan!

Give it all up and fight.

You have nothing left to protect.

So, forget the scabbard you used to have, and fight as a sword that was born to cut everything!

Zichen clenched the sword that was stained with his own blood.

The sharp sword swung towards General Lu Cun, his speed was almost unbelievable.

That's the power and speed of a beast.

However, General Lu Cun's body also rapidly turned into a beast, as hard as iron that is invulnerable to swords and swords.

The sword blade slashed on General Lu Cun's body, bringing out sparks one after another.

The two were fighting on the top of the cloud platform at the highest point in Juyongguan.

The battle flags of the Huangxuan family outside the city fell one after another, but Zichen never took a look.

The wind blows through hundreds of old pagoda trees with black forehead bands in the city.

The red bloodstains under the young man's eyes are strange and beautiful, like the red silk of a sacrificial priest.

He should have lost all consciousness.

But at this moment, he felt that he was more awake than ever.

He could hear the movement of any breath in the wind.

The branches and leaves of the locust tree, the black forehead band, the fluttering hem of the clothes...

He even remembered during the spare time of the battle that Huang Xuanzhou taught him how to practice swords in a large sycamore forest a long time ago.

His hands are full of wounds, cut by his own sword.

And no matter how hard he tried, his sword couldn't reach the man.

In an instant, General Lu Cun disappeared from his eyes.

He gripped the sword tightly, looking for it at a loss.

The figure of General Lu Cun suddenly passed by him, and his sharp claws scratched his shoulder.

"Your sword is too weak." Huang Xuanzhou said.

"You can only see me, but you can't see yourself." The man directly dropped the sword in his hand, "The Dao seeks the way of immortality, the Buddha seeks the way of Buddhism, and the Huangxuan family seeks the way of humanity. Do not abandon the family. Only by not letting go of the ego can you have me."

Zichen suddenly thrust the sword in his hand backwards.

Blood spattered his hands.

"You... how could you find me here." General Lu Cun grinned grimly and covered his wound.

"I didn't look for you, I just kept my place." Zichen drew his sword.

However, the wound on General Lu Cun's abdomen has healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huangxuanjin, I am no longer a mortal. You can't kill me." General Lu Cun said with a grin.

"Oh, then I'll kill you until you die." Zichen swung his sword again, so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage.

The young man's eyes are white mountains and black waters, black and white are distinct, but the bloodstains in front of his eyes are coquettish and ferocious.

General Lu Cun's body kept getting injured and then healed and hardened again, while the young man just kept waving his sword forward.

The animalized sharp claws slashed across the boy countless times.

The young man was covered in his own blood.

But as if he didn't know the pain, he didn't avoid it at all.

Blood was burning inside him.

Maybe he was just a machine, without pain, fighting until it was broken.

He fought, like a fool stubbornly waving his wicker to chop off a boulder.

Blood kept splashing on the cloud platform, and the snow that fell all around had already been ruined beyond recognition.

The gate of the temple was broken open.

The majestic and treasured Buddha in the Daxiong Hall is compassionate and forbearing.

All Tathagatas, body, speech and mind karma are all pure.

Zichen stood in front of the huge Buddha.

His figure was thin and frail.

Holding a bloody sword in his hand.

If the Buddha is merciful, he should always have pity on me.

But the Buddha didn't pity me, so I had to become an Asura.

The boy smiled wildly, and then swung his sword desperately again.

The scriptures that the old monk posted a few days ago were spattered with blood.

There is no smell of incense anymore, nothing but the smell of rust.

General Lu Cun desperately avoided the young man's sword.

But his sword seemed inevitable.

The boy's eyes were fierce like a wolf chasing its prey at night.

The sword in his hand swung down again and again, cutting into the animalized flesh again and again.

The bronze bell hanging from the eaves was chopped down, and the red silk piles fell to the ground.

The sword in Zichen's hand had been cut off.

He looked at the sword in his hand, smiled, and threw the sword aside.

Then he walked towards General Lu Cun who fell to the ground step by step.

He grabbed General Lu Cun's collar directly, and then punched violently.

If you want to kill, you can do anything.

A knife can do it, a sword can do it, a folding fan can do it, a heart can do it... bare hands can kill him with blood spattering.

The boy punched again and again as if he was tireless.

The blood on the cloud platform slowly flowed down the steps.

17

"If I die, if I bury my bones in the north of the Great Wall, I will kill the eternal enemy with you..."

In the deserted city of Mobei, it seems that someone is singing the song of the Northern Land.

Fuzhu covered the wound on his abdomen, gritted his teeth and got up from the pile of corpses on the watchtower.

Zhao Yiming's body was lying beside him, and he didn't know when and how he died.

Fu Zhu closed Zhao Yiming's eyes, and picked up the blood-stained drumstick beside him.

He beat the huge Kui drum with all his might.

The blood on the drumsticks splattered and wiped away on the Kui drum, like a freehand splash-ink landscape painting drawn with blood.

He dared not stop.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

"anyone there……?"

Anyone else?

Come on!

Several strange beasts climbed up along the female wall.

Fu Zhu gritted his teeth and beat the Kui drum recklessly.

But in the end, no one.

The wind blows through hundreds of old pagoda trees with black forehead bands in the city.

Fuzhu fell to the ground, the drumstick in his hand dropped.

He looked at a small flower growing in a crack in the masonry of the watchtower.

The flowers are very small, and it can be vaguely seen that they are about to bloom.

In the past few months, the weather in Mobei has been strangely cold, except for the grass, there is no green.

This flower has been blooming since the day of Jiuxun Festival.

In fact, he didn't want to guard the hegemony of the emperor, he didn't want to guard the common people, he... just wanted to guard this flower.

Fu Zhu took off the armor on his head and put it on the little flower swaying in the wind.

He picked up the sword in the pool of blood and rushed towards the beast!

"I am Jiangnan Huangxuan!"

If I die... If my bones are buried in the south of the Great Wall, I will see the peaceful world with you.

18

During the Spring Ritual, the young leader wore a white feather crown.

That was the best time.

There are flowers and plants, birds and feathers, men and women who like each other, children and old people.

Those people slaughtered and sacrificed, danced in the wind, beat drums and played music.

All dance freely between heaven and earth.

The author has something to say: "I remember, my name is Huangxuanjin. Huangxuanjin from the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River."