C1035

It's getting dark all around, and finally I can't see my fingers.

The black fog passed by them, wet, as if a pair of hands were crossing their cheeks, choosing their prey.

"Blade array." Huang Meng's voice is a little bleak. He walks hard in the dark fog, and finally dissipates, and becomes powerless.

If this is not a well-trained team, I am afraid it would have killed each other in panic.

However, they are warriors who have fought countless times and are able to remain calm even in the condition of extreme fear.

A troop of five hundred people began to bloom like petals.

The long knife is lifted up, and then at a certain moment, the sword awns fly out in circles. When the black fog and the knife awn collide together, they disperse and retreat

Zhang Xiaojian in the air looked at all this coldly and sincerely sent out a long sigh.

Although his 1500 men have been trained, they are far from reaching this level.

If, these soldiers are his, don't need to be too many, 20000 people will be enough, can completely dominate the world, invincible.

It's a pity that these soldiers are not his. Although he has some heartlessness, he has no way.

The umbrella drips and spins in the air, and the black fog continuously tilts out of the umbrella.

The black fog, which was forced back by the blade, gathered again and formed a huge encirclement circle, which trapped all the soldiers of Huang Meng.

The black fog began to deform and black shadows appeared one by one around.

There is a red light in the thousand soul umbrella, like dyed with blood.

The moment the red light appeared, bursts of ghost cry came from all directions, and instantly shrouded the vicinity of Yunmeng river.

The cry sounds frightening and chilly on the back. It's Huang Zhengsheng and Liu Feifei who are far away in the love flower city who have heard this voice.

The two men looked at each other, and Huang Zhengsheng's face became more complicated. At that moment, he finally made up his mind that if he had a chance, he would let Zhang Xiaojian not expand his strength. It was terrible.

Yushi with those old and weak soldiers is also in a tight battle. Standing at the head of the love flower city, she looks like the direction of Yunmeng river. What she sees is only a touch of red light falling from the thousand soul umbrella. And then there was the sound of the occasional ghost cry.

Huang Meng's face was a little pale. The voice made him feel confused. It was really chaotic. He had an illusion in front of him. It seemed that he had seen his comrades who had died for many years. One by one, his body was covered with blood

At the next moment, Huang Meng woke up and yelled, "block your ears, don't listen to this voice, attack, attack."

He knew that only by attacking can people overcome this fear and get out of menopause. If not, today will be the end of their lives.

At this time, the sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded in the air, and the cry of ghosts suddenly became extremely sharp and shrill

One by one, black shadows rushed from all directions. The sound of something colliding with the long knife made people feel uncomfortable.

The soldiers seemed to have lost their senses. Their eyes were red with blood, and waves of swords flew out of the ranks. They continued to fight against those black shadows.

Zhang Xiaojian narrowed her eyes and looked at everything below. One after another, the golden light flew to the thousand soul umbrella.

His body's spiritual power consumption is particularly severe. He doesn't know how many soldiers he can kill tonight, but he knows that he must do his best.

Three thousand, Wanshan, Luoyun is now behind him. His lips are tight. There is no word. The dark iron sword in his hand is slightly shaking.

Tragic, they feel that this is the only word they can use to describe the battle.

Huang Meng's eyes were red with blood. Soldiers fell down one after another. The shrill scream could not tell whether it was in the black fog or from his own soldiers.

There were screams everywhere, blood everywhere, knives everywhere, Black Ghosts everywhere

When Huang Meng commanded the army to fight hard, the deputy general beside him didn't know when he had arrived at his side.

This vice general followed him for many years. Although the relationship between the two was superior and subordinate, when there was no one, he was no different from his brother.

The assistant general carried a long sword in his hand. His eyes were red and his eyes were gloomy and looked at Huang Meng.

When he was ten steps away from Huang Meng, the assistant general suddenly jumped up and his sword went straight to Huang Meng's chest.

The speed, that is, between breathing, may be faster.

Huang Meng felt it was too late, but at the last moment he could see who the other side was.

He didn't understand how his brother who trusted him could do it by himself

After a scream, a soldier fell into a pool of blood.The lieutenant general's long sword did not stab Huang Meng, but inserted into a soldier who rushed from the side to protect Huang Meng with his body.

In the moment that the soldier lay on the ground, Huang Meng felt a sharp pain in his heart.

At that moment, he understood that the vice general was no longer him and had been controlled.

The long knife brought up a silver light. When he crossed the vice general's body, a moment of crystal clear tears fell from Huang Meng's eyes.

He has never cried before, and he still cries today. The feeling of crying seems to be very comfortable.

The adjutant's long sword fell on the ground with a jingle, and the man recovered to normal in the moment when he fell on the ground. Because, there is a good black shadow flash away, floating like the distance.

"I'm sorry," the deputy general reluctantly said three words, and then spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the whole person closed his eyes.

The battle in the distance continues, but Huang Meng's ears have nothing to hear.

Silence, silent silence, his eyes only adjunct before the death of grief helpless.

Yes, in his twenties, life is too short for him.

Retreat, at this time, his heart suddenly appeared in these two words, retreat.

He could not let all the brothers die in this place. If so, he would really apologize to their parents and have no face to see Jiang Dongfu.

He didn't know how many soldiers he had left, but he didn't want to fight. He really didn't want to fight.

What's the significance of the war between the same groups? It's meaningless. It's just a game between the upper class. They're just victims.

At that moment, he thoroughly understood, but the king's world affairs, won the fame before and after death, he really had the heart to exchange the blood of brothers for the red top son on his head, No.

"Retreat..." The long voice of despair echoed over the Yunmeng River, and it sounded very desolate.