The Guanhe River is deserted, and the sand is stained with blood.
The sound of fighting has stopped, countless broken swords are stuck in the loess countryside, and the desolate moonlight casts off Xiao Xiao's bones.
The cold wind swept the gravel towards the sky, and the man's blood-red eyes reflected the golden dragon swaying in the night.
Sure enough, we still lost...
The moment the real dragon appeared, the golden-armored general knew that the outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt.
But he still fought with the other fourteen people until the last moment.
As said before.
Because this is related to what they value most, the dignity of the two dynasties...
"cough......"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and stood up tremblingly.
The man's injuries were extremely serious, and his leg bones were dislocated and obviously broken.
But he still held the spear in his hand and stood up with great difficulty.
His back was straight and his head held high.
Under the moonlight, the man's body never stopped shaking, and the last trace of life left in his body was rapidly passing away.
But his gaze was extremely firm.
He didn't want to be looked down upon by Wei Changtian like a "winner".
So he must stand up.
"you......"
Taking a deep breath and looking straight at Wei Changtian, who was just two steps in front of him, the golden-armored general said slowly:
"Kill if you want..."
"What nonsense..."
...
The long sword was hung low, and there were several holes in the corners of his clothes.
Looking at the golden-armored general opposite who was trying his best to stand up, and listening to his words, Wei Changtian didn't know what to say for a moment.
Don't want to answer?
Whatever...
He stretched out his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Wei Changtian's current condition was obviously not good either.
Although he had just completed the "1v15" feat, without a borrowed system, this battle was undoubtedly very difficult.
well.
Turning his head to look at the fourteen corpses around him, Wei Changtian sighed heavily in his heart as he recalled the scene just now.
Fifteen high-ranking third-level masters who were already in high positions and respected by everyone, but just now were like fifteen mad dogs, fighting to the end with a style of fighting that was just about sacrificing their lives in exchange for injuries.
Feeling the bursts of pain in his chest, Wei Changtian remembered that this was a wound caused by a dark-skinned man hitting his head after his arms were cut off.
The wound on the left arm was caused by the second-level master who punched out instead of retreating when faced with a sword energy that could kill him.
As well as his right hand, back, legs... all the injuries on Wei Changtian's body were actually caused by these fifteen people at the cost of their lives.
To be honest, these injuries may not be serious.
But facing Wei Changtian, who had gone all out and even summoned the Luck Huanglong, it was incredible that these people could hurt him.
It is precisely because of this that they gained the respect of Wei Changtian.
"General..."
He stretched out his hand and slowly took off the black cloth covering his face.
When Wei Changtian showed his true appearance for the first time tonight, the eyes of the golden-armored general opposite him stagnated for a moment.
He had obviously recognized Wei Changtian, but he did not speak.
Wei Changtian looked at him calmly and said slowly:
"Although I know you won't agree, I still want to ask you if you can..."
"Master Wei."
Suddenly, before Wei Changtian could finish his sentence, General Jin Jia interrupted coldly: "Since you know I won't agree, why bother asking."
"..."
"good."
Nodding slightly, Wei Changtian actually didn't speak any more, but slowly raised the Longquan Sword.
Silver light appeared on the sword again. Although it was very weak, it was no longer possible for the golden-armored general to resist.
No matter how regretful Wei Changtian was if he failed to surrender, he would not let the tiger return to the mountain.
Then all he can do is give the other party a happy...
Since ancient times, heroes have cherished heroes, and since ancient times, heroes have killed heroes.
Wei Changtian didn't know how future generations would evaluate him, whether he was a hero or a villain, if he could really be recorded in history.
But at least at this moment, no matter whether the man opposite him is his enemy or friend, he does indeed deserve the word "hero" in Wei Changtian's heart.
The same goes for the other fourteen people who have died.
"General, get on your way."
After whispering the last words, Wei Changtian silently wielded Longquan, and his sword energy went straight towards the golden-armored general whose name he didn't even know.
But at this moment, the latter took the lead and suddenly raised his right palm, and then hit his chest hard.
"boom!!!"
Amid the dull and unexpected muffled sound, Wei Changtian's eyes paused, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes.
But he understood the next moment.
Would you rather commit suicide than die in your own hands...
With a flick of his wrist, the sword energy that was supposed to pierce the heart of the golden-armored general suddenly missed a few inches, streaked along the latter's side, and then struck the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of sand and gravel.
The dust was flying, obscuring the two figures in the night.
Holding Longquan in his hand, Wei Changtian looked at the man opposite him without saying a word, who was completely dead but still standing upright with a spear in his hand. Only the latter's last roar before his death echoed in his ears.
"Although I die today! But I will return to eternal prosperity forever!!"
"Eternal prosperity!!"
"Eternal prosperity!!!"
"..."
...
The dust fell to the ground, the real dragon disappeared, and everything returned to peace on this night that was destined to be recorded in history.
"Master Wei!!"
When the six figures rushed closer along the "bloody road" that Wei Changtian had fought in the military camp, the latter was looking up at the moon in the night sky.
The stars are sparse and the shadows of the river are turning, and the frost is heavy and the moon is solitary.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the moonlight tonight seems particularly desolate.
"Young Master Wei, your Majesty saw the real dragon appear in the world and knew that the young master was in crisis, so he ordered us to come to rescue him."
"Sir, how are your injuries?"
Beside them, the six people sent by Xu Suisui were talking and looking around, their eyes gradually becoming horrified.
Although they guessed that Wei Changtian must be "showing off his power" just now, they never expected that he would exaggerate to such an extent.
Thirteen third-grade, four second-grade, a total of seventeen upper-grade third...
So, Wei Changtian killed all these people alone? !
Judging from the expressions of the six people, it was obvious that they couldn't believe that all of this was true.
But judging from the current situation, they couldn't think of the second possibility.
"Wei, Mr. Wei, this..."
Finally, a third-grade deputy general couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to ask Wei Changtian about the specific situation.
However, another eminent Buddhist monk was relatively calm and knew that now was not the time to talk about this, so he interrupted first:
"Mr. Wei, does your injury matter?"
"If we can still hold on, let's go back to the city first."
"..."
"Well, I'm fine, let's go."
After looking at the six people around him, Wei Changtian nodded calmly and put the Longquan Sword back into the star scabbard.
He did not take away the body or the head of the golden-armored general as a trophy, but turned around silently and walked step by step towards Fengyuan City.
Six upper-level third-level masters were vaguely protecting him, and the sound of footsteps was particularly obvious in the dead silence.
Now there is no longer a third-grade general in the entire Qianhui army, which means that no one has the ability to stop a group like them.
However, when the seven people had walked less than a dozen feet, a figure suddenly appeared from behind a broken carriage, blocking their way.
"Um?"
The Buddhist monk walking at the front narrowed his eyes and looked at the person blocking the road.
But the next moment, the vigilance in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of surprise.
Because the person standing in front of the seven of them was not a top expert, but an ordinary soldier of only ninth grade.
Soft armor covered with dust, the most common standard long knife, a slightly green face, and an angry and nervous expression.
Obviously, this soldier should not be very old, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
In addition, he only has a ninth-grade cultivation level, so he must be just a pawn at the bottom of the Qianhui army.
But this is the weakest person, but now he stands in front of seven third-level masters.
In fact, Wei Changtian and others knew what he was going to do.
But this act of sending oneself to death...
Um?
Suddenly, Wei Changtian's expression froze.
Because at the next moment, he saw figures one after another coming out of their hiding places.
One hundred, five hundred, one thousand, two thousand...
Soon, an unknown number of ordinary soldiers slowly gathered together, surrounding Wei Changtian's seven men with the courage to die.
They were holding weapons tightly in their hands, some were pale, and some were trembling.
It's obvious that they all know where they'll end up.
But just like the fifteen people just now, none of these weakest ants escaped at this moment.
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