Tiantan six

Feng Lang followed the army and rushed over in a daze. Just as he was wading through the water, splashes of icy cold water also rushed towards him, and his mind was instantly cleared up.

"I'm sorry, master..."

With a wave of his hand, all the thousands of troops and horses stopped moving, and he took off into the air in his original form, came to Jun She's side, and knelt down in front of him: "Master, Feng Lang can come to your side to see you, it's already It’s a lot of hardships, I really want to follow in your footsteps to kill the enemy and defend the country. But I am a fairy, I can’t kill people, if I kill people, the fairy will imprison me, then when can I see you again? Sorry, master ,Please forgive me."

He watched the general stop swinging the spear, and stroked the body of the gun gently: "Tu'er will always guard you, and wait for you to return to your place. Let's eliminate demons and demons together."

He got up and floated up to the clouds, looked around at the densely packed armored soldiers, wiped away everyone's memory with a wave of his hand, the sound of fighting was heard again, and bloodstains of different lengths appeared on the ground.

The sun in the east has already risen, and the holy and white light shines on the blood droplets splashing in the air, like fluttering petals, after kissing the cold and sharp weapons, they sway freely, and finally fall to the ground and turn into sludge.

Feng Lang was silent, watching. He didn't know how long it had been since he had seen such a scene of people fighting fiercely. He only remembered that at the end of an era, he carried his seriously injured master on his back and ran wildly in the last days where there was no water, no trees, and only the afterglow of the sun. , running against the wind, with tears and vague hopes, stepping on the soft sand, sniffing the wind and sand, there is only one word left in my mind: run!

But the distraught God of War is doomed to die, and there is no immortal to save him. He muttered in his mouth to beg the most powerful immortal to save him, but it was a self-deceiving lie.

Gu Mo God of War finally disappeared behind his back and turned into nothingness. He knelt on the ground, weeping and shouting helplessly, and now he is also standing by like this helpless.

Facing the huge universe and countless immortals, how could he resist?How dare he meddle in the affairs of the world? He is a fairy above the heads of thousands of mayflies, and also a little fairy in the eyes of countless gods of war.

Secrets, karma, reincarnation, and fate have long been divided by nature one by one. What is destined to happen, no one can interfere.

The sound of soldiers fighting down below gradually subsided, Jun Amnesty raised the fallen military flag, inserted it straight into the soil, tore off a piece of white robe inside the silver armor, wrapped his hands and mouth around his injured left hand, and resisted the force of the force. The split pain picked up the gun barrel.

There are thousands of people left in Shizhou, and only a hundred people left in Youzhou. The corpses are everywhere, piled up like a mountain.

Seeing that the defeat was decided, General Shizhou looked proud: "Back then you used only 50 troops to defeat our 80 army. It was just a tricky victory. Do you still want to use 80 troops to defeat our army of [-] million elite soldiers? You declare The king is fatuous and incompetent. All the money is used to build palaces and high-rise buildings for the entertainment of the concubines. Your [-] yuan is just a patchwork of things in recent years. The court doesn't care at all. You can't fight us hard. Surrender quickly. ! General Jun!"

Jun She sneered: "Millions of elite soldiers are nothing more than that, not enough for a general to practice. Even if you send out all the country, I will kill them all!"

Feng Lang stood beside Jun She, gently blowing a wisp of warm air to relieve the pain on Jun She's forearm, this was the only thing he could do.

"Oh! Presumptuous!"

General Shizhou rode his horse and whipped his whip, and the horse's hoof stepped on the remains of the corpse, coming with a muffled sound.

Jun She clenched the weapon again, feeling the pain in his left hand gradually eased, he secretly raised his breath and swam around his body, blocking the opponent's move with both hands.

General Shizhou reined in the horse rope, and the blade of the gun drew a dazzling white light on the gravel ground. He swung it vigorously, and used his strength to hit Jun She from behind.

Jun She defended his position with his voice, and guessing his thoughts, he held the military flag in one hand and flew away from the spot. The general flag was planted on the bank of the Jiuliang River, and he turned around and stabbed General Shizhou who turned his horse's head.

The general clung to the horse and avoided it. Seeing the white light flashing by, he did not dare to slack off. He saw that there were still more than a thousand soldiers on the battlefield, while there were only dozens of Youzhou soldiers left: "Come on, quickly surround us!" Enemy country guard!"

Thousands of people listened to the order and surrounded Jun She's position, and dozens of soldiers from Youzhou also rushed over quickly, forming a circle to protect Jun She.

There are many enemies and we are few, Jun She said in order to stabilize the army: "It is too early to say victory or defeat until the last moment, everyone has worked hard!"

"No hard work!" Dozens of soldiers replied in unison.

Looking at the thousand people walking towards them, Jun She calculated in his heart: "One person kills twenty, and I will deal with the rest."

"Yes! General!"

Dozens of soldiers had firm eyes, and some of them were covered with scars, still holding the barrel of the gun with both hands, leaning forward, looking ready to go.

Feng Lang was nervous, but he couldn't intervene. He would collect all the souls of his master and send him to reincarnation immediately after his master died, but he didn't want to see his master die on the battlefield again. I don't want to see it, and it hurts once I see it.

"Over there, in the north, the king of Youzhou Xuan Dynasty indulged in fun, drinking and having fun with three thousand beauties, why did the master fight hard here! Why!"

A red light gushed out from the depths of Feng Lang's eyes, and he stood there motionless, with strands of black energy enveloping him from the inside out, the contrast between the white clothes and the black energy was particularly eye-catching.

At that time, Tan Yuan in the demon world was carving a statue with his own hands. It was a woman with her eyes closed, pointing to the sky with her left hand and her right hand. She wore long curly hair and a slim dress.

She stood upright, with a noble posture, a black line emerged from the tip of the index finger of her left hand, spreading endlessly into the distance, and a white line appeared from the tip of the index finger of her right hand, faintly glowing with white light, extending endlessly.

Tan Yuan leaned over and lightly pressed the black thread, the black thread beat like a pulse under his palm, he suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Feng Lang, you will be an excellent demon."

After finishing speaking, he carefully carved the long robe of the statue with a knife, with a serious and cautious expression.

Feng Lang felt that he was about to become a demon, and when the demon's heart was about to control him, a group of small dark green things fell from the sky and just passed in front of his eyes. They were human-like in shape, green all over, and less than the size of a palm, one after another. Line up to the battlefield.

The demon energy around him disappeared, and he stared at these little people in surprise: "Army...Army soul..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at those little things that climbed onto the bodies of the dozens of soldiers one by one. These soldiers were immediately full of strength, and they were even more fearless of death.

He turned his gaze to the sky, and the fairy in the sky just looked back indifferently, turned around and disappeared.

Junhun is the patron saint of the mainland, and he doesn't usually show up easily. If he does, it must mean that the country is not on the verge of extinction.

The upper body of the army soul is like Shura, who knows no tiredness, pain, or death. He is full of divine power, and he will die if he is blocked. Even if there are only one or two people left in the defeated country, the army soul can turn the situation around.

The remaining dozen or so generals were bewildered, killing and slashing frantically, the situation where the enemy was strong and we were weak turned upside down in an instant.

Shi Zhoubing had pierced the Youzhou soldier through more than a dozen holes. He watched the soldier cut off the gun barrel on his body with one hand, with amazing strength, his eyes were scarlet, and he kept chasing after him, baring his teeth despite the blood all over his body. The enemy continued to hack.

"The demon... the demon has changed..."

Shizhou soldiers were so frightened that they threw away their weapons and ran away. Thousands of people fled in fright when they saw this.

"Come back! Come back to this general! All the deserters on the battlefield..." Before he could say death, a cold and sharp thing pierced his chest quickly, and a lot of sweet and warm liquid gushed out of his mouth , he turned his head stiffly, seeing Jun She ruthlessly drawing out his weapon, he felt dizzy in his mind, and he had rolled off the horse in an instant.

The outcome was over, and the little dark green things got out of their bodies, kicked their calves, and set off to the sky.

Feng Lang touched them lightly, although the little thing was green all over and his facial features were unclear, but they solemnly raised their weapons and slapped Feng Lang's hands away, one after another they rose to the blue sky.

The soldiers who had lost their military spirit lay limp on the ground. In fact, most of them were already dead. Jun She knelt on the ground powerlessly. Seeing Shizhou soldiers and horses walking away, he finally lost his last thought and passed out completely.

Feng Lang sighed: "The Xuan Dynasty is like this, but it is not exhausted. It is not appropriate to subjugate the country. It is probably because you were born in this country, and your life should not be terminated."

Feng Lang picked up Jun She and put him on the horse's back, because the immortal communicated with all living beings in a single thought, and communicated with the war horse with his eyes, the war horse understood and let out a long roar, carrying the general on his back, and ran to the north at a leisurely pace .

Feng Lang looked at the soldiers on the upper body of the army soul just now, and let the horses send back all the breathable ones.

The soldier's corpse was already terribly cold, but his eyes were wide open. Feng Lang stretched out his hands to caress his eyes: "Find a good family in the next life, don't come to Youzhou."

The end of this battle has blessed Youzhou with a stable time for more than ten years.

Jun She has married a wife and had children, and the children are seven or eight years old. He has not slackened a single point in the past ten years. He has been practicing marksmanship, reading warfare books, and teaching his children to practice military skills.

Their family style is loyal, filial and polite, and they are the only ones in this family.

The debauchery of the king's city spread everywhere, and the common people followed the example of the king to have fun. There were images of wine and meat everywhere, and the dogs were lying on the ground with big bellies.

Feng Lang walked through all the streets and alleys alone, and seeing those little ghosts gathered in front of the earth temple, smoking incense, shaking their heads and enjoying themselves, he couldn't help but sneered: "Youzhou is a treasured place of geomantic omen, people have physical bodies to enjoy themselves, you people without physical bodies Had a good time, too.”

The little ghosts shrank in the corner in fright, afraid to speak, the land god of the earth temple arched out from the ground and smiled and replied: "Responding to the fairy tales, things will always be reversed, but in Youzhou, when you enjoy the past few years, the more gorgeous and graceful the outside, the more beautiful the inside. The more rancid and empty the country is, the desires of people can no longer be filled, and there is no foothold, just like this king has grown tired of playing with women since he was a child, and he has replaced him with a man, isn't he?"

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