It was already noon, and the scorching sun was high in the sky. It was already unbearably hot. In addition, the east wind picked up again, and the flames and smoke rushed towards the barbarian army, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes.

Due to excessive panic, the barbarians danced with swords and guns in the smoke, and the military formation became a mess.

"Han slaves deserve to die!" Grandmaster Scar saw his friend's death, his face twisted, and he drove his twin axes down.

Gu Changan's game is to risk his life.

All the inner strength he brought from breaking through the realm was put into one sword, and today he will play the death funeral song, killing as many as he can.

Without the shield's defense, the two axes fell as heavy as mountains, striking both arms, and Gu Changan's entire body was knocked away.

"Devil!"

Grandmaster Scar's expression was shocked, his limbs were strong, like a body forged from thousands of years of meteorite iron, and the strongest blow only produced the sound of bones breaking.

Gu Changan fell down in the yellow sand, and some bone residue the size of fingernails fell out of the two bloody holes in his arms.

He tried to straighten his body, but the pain just now was so painful that it hurt even to the bone to move his body.

puff!

After crawling for a few steps with difficulty, he picked up the blood sword and pierced his shoulder. The familiar pain and pleasure made him stand up slowly, and blood began to spread around him.

"Hurry up and set up the net!"

Yue Jiuling noticed the scarlet sword energy and almost went crazy in the carriage, shouting filial piety, and the armrests of the chair were smashed.

There was a cry from the battle tower in front of the formation, and there were actually colorful roc birds sitting on the wooden railings. They spread their wings and soared as if in tacit agreement, and spoke one after another with the mesh in their mouths.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. A giant colorful net shrouded the man in red robe, which was strange and mysterious.

"good!"

Yue Jiuling waved her fist fiercely. This was the weapon brought by the old man from Huyan, the roc raised in the abyss.

On the battlefield of Western Shu, the 100,000 reinforcements from Beiliang and Zhao were suppressed by the empire's new weapons, slaughtering Han slaves like pigs and dogs.

Show all your cards and sing the funeral song!

"Fire the arrow!"

Due to excitement, Yue Jiuling's face turned red, and her posture returned to her previous arrogance.

As the order was conveyed, thousands of powerful crossbows were fired in front of the formation, and the thick and long arrows were plunged into the colorful net like a storm, and they were densely packed without falling.

The bloody sword energy expanded ninety feet outward. Gu Changan raised his head and looked at the world where the arrow was lost. He knew that he would dance with the God of Death today.

"Destroy the bandits!!"

Guarding the isolated city for the first time, Gu Changan roared hysterically, as if he was going to vent all his strength for the rest of his life at this moment.

The scarlet sword energy of Burial surged out wildly, and the blood-colored space condensed above the military formation. Every ray of sword energy oozed blood, like a vicious beast opening its bloody mouth.

At the highest guard house in the city, Carpenter Qin and a few disabled old men had wet eyes. They saw the boundless barbarians, and they also heard Chang'an's unwilling roar.

Maybe death is a kind of relief, Chang'an is too painful.

The moment the city was broken, they, these burdens, would surely kill themselves and die for the country, and they must not fall into the hands of the barbarians.

For sixty-two years, no one in the Anxi army failed China.

But the nation has failed Chang'an!

Why!

Why not give him a glimmer of hope? He was born in despair twenty-two years ago and will die in despair. Why can't this huge divine continent give him light?

Even just a little bit.

On the desert, the bloody swords formed a huge fan, and the sound of destroying the air machine was clear and terrifying.

The barbarian soldier trembled and staggered, but the moment the sword energy entered his body, he let out earth-shattering howls one after another.

"mother……"

I don’t know whether the voice was calling for help or the moans of the hungry ghosts in the Abi Hell.

Before dying, you may long to return to your original place of birth, to return to your mother's belly.

The sound of "Mother" resounded through the sky, and corpses that were beyond recognition lay in front of the formation, covered with flesh and blood and mud on the yellow sand.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

Yue Jiuling's heart felt like a knife piercing her heart, and her fear and anger prompted her to keep repeating these two words.

The Taoist priest's face was pale. This was the most terrifying battle he had ever experienced. That sword strike would probably be etched deep into Gu Changan's soul forever.

"Send away!"

The fly whisk was waved gently, and there was actually a purple air lingering around him, like a small cloud of thunder descending in front of him, pushing out horizontally, trying to devour the lonely person dripping with blood.

Gu Changan's body did not fall. The sudden death of piles of barbarians gave him a boost of vitality. The blood sword slashed out diagonally, shaking the enemy and destroying the fortress.

The moment before they touched the purple mass air machine, thousands of arrows covered by the colorful net fell one after another. Dozens of them were nailed to Gu Changan's body, and the others worked together to knock away the blood sword.

boom!

Purple energy surged in, and bleeding from Gu Changan's seven orifices did not flow out, but poured in from the outside.

"Han slave!" Master Scar rushed over in an instant, picked up Gu Changan's hair, spun it and threw it back, crashing into the bloody abyss.

The blood sword fell beside me, the peach blossoms bloomed lushly, and the branches were stained with blood.

I ran out of breath and the wind stopped.

Gu Changan's body was filled with arrows, and he stared blankly at the increasingly darkened colorful net.

So be it.

The noisy and crying battlefield gradually became quiet, and the battle formation that stabilized the morale of the troops moved forward.

"Magnificent!!"

Yue Jiuling opened her arms and embraced the scarlet blood mist shrouding the sky.

She lost three thousand men with one sword. Before the secret weapon disappeared, this tough and hateful Han slave finally fell.

It also means that she gets rid of her inner demons, defends the dignity of the empire, and eradicates the last ray of spiritual brilliance of Chinese civilization!

"The continent of God is in the east, I cannot die facing the west."

Gu Changan tugged at the corner of his bloody mouth, twisted his head with difficulty, and looked toward the east of Mo Lake with distracted eyes.

"I'm tired, I tried my best, but I couldn't do it, I'm sorry."

The bustle and sunshine were leaving him, and the past years of defending the city were reappearing in his mind frame by frame.

I actually never regret it.

It's great to die in the Central Plains territory.

The Taoist priest turned his eyes aside, not even daring to look at the man at the bottom of the abyss.

He witnessed with his own eyes how powerful a person's spirit can be, and how a lonely man in the darkness shed his last drop of blood.

"stop!"

Seeing Grandmaster Scar about to throw his two axes, Yue Ya rode out of the military formation and said loudly:

"By the order of your Majesty, all sons and daughters of the empire must cut off a piece of flesh, calling it glory!"

If Zhe Lansu were present, he would probably be furious and dizzy.

He had told these four words "Kill him with one strike" countless times. Why didn't he carry it out?

But the old woman with flying silver hair in the carriage was still blinded by the fact that she had the chance to win.

"Sprinkle salt." Yue Ya reined in the horse and looked down at the abyss.

There is no crueler torture in the world than this.

In an instant, salt grains were flying all over the sky like willow catkins, and countless barbarians threw refined salt into the abyss, almost piling up more than eight feet.

"Hahahahaha..."

Gu Changan could no longer make a sound, he was just laughing maniacally in his heart. He had more than a thousand wounds all over his body. When the salt grains mixed with the blood, the capillaries were stagnant, and the seven souls and six souls were trembling.

It's snowing.

Let the blizzard come more violently, bury my lonely soul and wash away the suffering of the nation.

"Cut the flesh!"

The cold voice fell, and a warrior jumped into the abyss first.

Gu Changan's consciousness dimmed. He couldn't feel the pain of the gun blade piercing his thigh, but he suddenly remembered the young eagle he had seen flying.

The young eagle fell on the top of the mountain, struggling desperately and crowing unwillingly. When it was about to be shattered to pieces, it learned to spread its wings and slowly flew to the top of the mountain, and even to the higher sky.

Before death, there is still room for redemption.

Yes, there is.

The smell of vitality awakens a dying, bloodthirsty beast.
To be continued...