Xin Zhuo killed three second-level and third-level innate masters, but felt the pain all over his body was unbearable, and his blood was surging.
None of the innate warriors who restrain violence are vain.
Seeing the soldiers on the opposite side swarming up again, he immediately picked up the princess and backed away, bouncing back to his demon-blooded green horse. As he retreated, he turned back and asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Okay!" Girl Gege sat in his arms, coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and held the sword tightly in her right hand.
"Be patient and move closer to the edge of the fourth-grade warrior!"
Xin Zhuo reined in his horse and galloped straight to the edge of the east, leaping on his horse and crossing his spear, killing all the way.
There are also a lot of people here, and it seems that the cannon fodders all have this plan to avoid being tortured and killed.
The two of them, Xin Zhuo, used a spear and a sword. They could be said to be imaginative and unfathomable, and there was no one enemy they could combine with.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense...
One hour, two hours...
Unknowingly, it was late at night, and enemy cannon fodder fell one after another around him, but more people had already gone elsewhere.
And at some point, seventeen or eight people gathered around them, and they seemed to feel safer around them.
Xin Zhuo took a breath, wiped the blood from his face, and looked around. He saw that the fog in the valley was getting thicker, and there were faintly fighting figures everywhere, and he didn't know when they started.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard a deafening sound of ringing gold coming from the mountains in the north.
The fighting in the valley stopped for an instant, and the soldiers on both sides separated on their own, and they soon became clear.
Suddenly a mellow laughter came from the top of the mountain in the south: "Old ghost He, I won this battle!"
"If you win, you win! Let's fight next time!" A rough voice came from the northern mountain: "Retreat!"
"Rumble..."
The enemy troops disappeared in an instant.
Someone on the hilltop to the south also shouted: "Back off!"
Our soldiers retreated like water.
Xin Zhuo frowned slightly, turned the reins of his horse, and took Miss Gege away with his own soldiers. He looked back as he walked,
I saw the corpses on the valley floor with no one paying attention, like poor people who could be discarded at will, without glory or purpose, and they didn't even know who they were fighting for from beginning to end.
The pale faces and deathly gray eyes seemed to be telling the unwillingness and confusion of life.
He was a bit confused about the original intention of this joke-like war. Was it a joke by the senior officials? Angry? Child's play?
Who do you think you are, people from outside who are rejected by the "immortal rules of heaven"?
The "Zhan Zi Camp" left the valley, climbed up a mountain, and then arrived at a continuous military camp by the river.
Sun Erye, who was wearing armor, found Hua Wu, Jiang Xiaofeng, Zhiwu and others who were still living killers, as well as seven or eight injured Bai Sanye. Together with Xin Zhuo, they hastily arranged five or six camps and left in a hurry.
When Xin Zhuo jumped off the horse, he found that the girl Gege had passed out, so he had to pick her up and walk into an empty tent.
The tent was small, but it contained marching quilts, medicine bags, elixirs and other items, which were quite considerate. This made him sigh in relief, lay the princess down flat, remove her armor, and pull open her gown.
The knife wound looked very hideous on the snow-white and delicate skin. Fortunately, the innate warrior's body had good self-repair ability, so there was no danger to his life.
I gave Miss Gege an injection, wrapped it in thick cotton gauze, closed her clothes, covered her with a quilt, and then moved her waist and walked out of the tent.
It was midnight, and the dusky sky was filled with hazy stars. A blood moon hung high in the sky, reflecting the vastness of blood in the sky.
At this time, there were still many soldiers walking around in the camp. The water in the river at the end of the camp was sparkling, reflecting the blood moon.
The air is quite fresh.
He sat cross-legged on the grass in front of the tent, bored, staring at the sky in a daze.
"Rich man, are you worried?"
A figure walked next to him. He was a young man with a tall figure, a handsome face, and gray hair. He knew him as one of the three members of the killer team, but he didn't know which one he was among Hua Wu, Jiang Xiaofeng, and Zhiwu.
"Jiang Xiaofeng, the river of rivers." The young man sat beside him, broke a piece of dead grass on the ground, and threw it into the distance.
"Nice to meet you!" Xin Zhuo said.
"It's not a coincidence, I still remember your 50,000 yuan salary!"
Jiang Xiaofeng smiled and suddenly asked: "What do you think of this land of suffering?"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment: "It's not bad!"
"You don't mean what you say!"
Jiang Xiaofeng lay down with his head in his hands, "Have you been here for five or six months?"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "Absolutely."
"I have been here for six years, no, including the years when I fell into coma and fell into the memory of death, it should be thirteen years.
Outside, I am a genius from the Shuixin Pavilion of the Millennium Sect. I have been extremely talented since I was a child. There is no martial arts that I cannot learn. There is no opponent for me in the same realm. The elders of my sect are vying to accept me as their disciple. There are countless girls who like me. Too many to count.
I have always thought that I am a genius, a person who can defeat an era. I am proud and proud. I even feel that I am the darling and protagonist of the world!
It was just that year, the master who had always loved me was killed. She was a pure and pure woman who had never provoked anyone. I couldn’t understand or understand. She grew old overnight and forcibly entered the seventh level of the Earthly Immortal in three months. In the next seven days, one hundred and eighty-two people were massacred, and then they arrived at this hellish place...
I thought that no matter where I went, I would not be mediocre with my abilities. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Geniuses are everywhere here, and people with extraordinary talents are everywhere.
If you think of something, others can think of it. If you can't do it, others may do it.
I was unwilling to give in. I wanted to climb up and find my way home. It took me six years to enter the fourth level of Xiantian. At this time, someone found me and asked me to organize killers to alleviate the hostility in Cangshan.
I thought I was being used in a big way, and I was in a good mood, but after killing geniuses from outside one after another, I suddenly felt very tired. What's the point of this...?
Later, the army extended an olive branch to me. I was destined to be a soldier. This was the ladder for me to climb again. But you have also seen it today. How ridiculous is this place? "
He just wanted to find someone to vent his anger and futility. Even if he was a pig, he could still nag for a while.
However, Xin Zhuo felt deeply and asked casually: "What is the significance of the commanders' expedition?"
"Why do you want to grab so many fourth-grade cannon fodder to get into the martial arts baptism, and can cultivate thousands of miles in an instant? It's just to grab more places. To put it bluntly, it means training troops, survival of the fittest, and selecting the best. , The person with the most talent and luck will go to the West Pole in the future!"
Jiang Xiaofeng sneered: "But in the process of military training, you will either die or become a cold-blooded person who only knows killing. The geniuses outside have become playthings here. How ridiculous is this?"
Xin Zhuo looked at the sky and felt that it was quite boring. After a while, he said: "Don't lose hope. Maybe you can go home."
Jiang Xiaofeng said: "Do you really think you can go back?"
"Have you heard of Deng Taixuan?" Xin Zhuo asked with a thought.
"I know!" Jiang Xiaofeng said: "It is said that he was a legendary figure from eight or nine hundred years ago. He pushed and killed people all the way. If he can be passed down to this day, he must be a genius!"
Xin Zhuo asked: "Do you know where this person went in the end?"
He heard Miss Yaya talking about Deng Taixuan that day, so he was determined to find out about this guy's relevant experience, but he was too pressed for time and was focused on breaking through the realm, so he didn't have time.
"You don't think he left here, do you?"
Jiang Xiaofeng sneered: "When I first heard about this person, I thought he was a great person, so I went to Tianya Hall to exchange books about this person. There are many legends, but most of them are hearsay. After all, except for the state of suspended animation, there is no way to enter the world. In the Nineteenth Realm, he only has a lifespan of less than two hundred years at most. Who has really seen him?
The last place where he lost his trace was the West Pole. He was probably killed by those monsters! I’m not afraid to tell you frankly, I checked the records of countless famous people or people with strange whereabouts, and finally found that no one can leave here, no one..."
The land of the West Pole!
Xin Zhuo looked to the west, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
The night is getting darker, and the wind feels cool on my body.
Jiang Xiaofeng said with a smile: "It's better to enjoy yourself in time, be a common man, take every step, and live as long as you can. I want to marry Hua Wu, keep each other warm, and have a companion! By your side Miss Gege is also a good woman!”
Get up, pat your butt and leave.
Xin Zhuo smiled faintly, broke off a blade of grass, held it in his mouth, and lay down. Then he saw Miss Gege.
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She sat down on one side and was in a daze silently for a while before saying, "Thank you very much!"
"No, let's keep each other warm." Xin Zhuo crossed his legs out of boredom.
Miss Gege remembered Jiang Xiaofeng's words just now and laughed out loud, then raised her chin and said after a long while: "Brother Qing, do you think you can still go home?"
"must be able to!"
"Um!"
The wind became stronger, blowing across their determined faces.
