Nightfall Chapter 50: The cry of the deserted man

No one knows whether Haotian will laugh when human beings think, and no one knows whether Haotian will laugh during human wars, but thinking or war is ultimately a matter of mankind, regardless of Haotian Whether it will laugh, humans will continue to do it, or contemplate or shed blood.

The goshawk flies away, the dark clouds are approaching, and the war on the wasteland is still continuing. Every moment, people fall, swords are broken, blood is gushing out, and the smoke gradually disappears, but not I knew whether it was because the cavalry could not charge at high speed or because the ground was soaked in blood and covered by corpses.

In the central area of ​​the battlefield, the mighty deserted warriors kept rushing forward. The cavalry of the Southern Jin Dynasty had been ripped out by them. The legendary extremely powerful Xiling Temple guard cavalry was rushed by them. Some of the formations were unstable, and of course they also paid an extremely tragic price for it, and many deserted soldiers fell on the road to charge.

The leather jacket trembles in the **** wind, and then drags out the afterimages. The **** Tang is like a burning stone, rampaging on the battlefield, flying more than ten horses all the way, tearing them to pieces with bare hands Several priests from the Xiling Temple finally came to Luo Kedi.

Blood water dripped from Tang's body, like a waterfall. It belonged to the enemy, not his own. On his shoulders hung the internal organs of a priest, and the picture looked bloody.

Luo Kedi knew who he was, his face was suddenly pale, fear took over his body and mind, he instinctively wanted to dodge or run away, but he knew that if he avoided or turned to escape, the next moment Tang’s fist would smash him into Fragment, even if he survived by chance, the headmaster would give him a more tragic ending.

With a violent shout, Luo Kedi waved the god-given knife and chopped it towards Tang's head. The blade brought a sharp whistle in the air, and the golden runes on the knife suddenly brightened, and its power suddenly increased.

Tang looked at the falling knife blankly, and punched it straight out. The mountain-like fist slammed on the blade of Luo Kedi, the blade burst, and then the hilt of the knife was fierce, and the tiger's mouth where Luo Kedi was holding the hilt cracked, and then that terrifying huge power followed his The arm invades upward.

The scapula snapped with a click, and Luo Kedi's blood spurted and fell back. He turned the knife in his left hand. He slashed to his shoulders suddenly, and with force, cut off the invasion of that power. Luckily he was not dead.

At the moment he fell to the ground, Tang's body leaped into the air and stepped on top of his head. Seeing the shoe getting closer and closer, Luo Kedi's eyes showed despair.

His emotions at this time are just like Cheng Ziqing who had previously sensed that terrifying hot fist, but just like Cheng Ziqing, at the moment before death came, a thunder and lightning saved his life.

The thunder and lightning in the low altitude of the wasteland have been chasing Tang's figure for a long time, and they have not been able to catch up. But at the moment when Tang seriously injured Luo Kedi, he finally chased him.

Tang Chong stepped on the ground and slammed the thunder and lightning into the ground. The wasteland ground that had been nourished by blood for a long time was shaken for no reason. A lot of blood was squeezed out between the broken grass branches.

Lei Mang masterpiece. A sword appeared in Qingyou, piercing Tang's abdomen.

Tang is walking the Demon Sect, and it may even be the last generation of the Demon Sect. He is very powerful, whether it is the strong sword pavilion Cheng Ziqing. It's still Luo Ke's enemy, neither is his one-one enemy.

In this world. It is difficult to have a sword stab him in the body, but at this time he was stabbed.

Even if he was stabbed, with the strength of Tang’s body, it would be difficult for a sword to penetrate his body, but this sword pierced his body, and the stabbing was extremely deep, with blood leaking from the edge of the sword. Out.

It was not a sharp sword, nor the unparalleled sword beside the Jiange Youtan. It was just a thin wooden sword. The wooden sword was exactly the same as it was ten years ago, except that it had an extra hilt.

The person holding the hilt of the wooden sword is naturally Ye Su.

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Tang is the demon sect walking in the world, Ye Su is the Taoist walking in the world, two people are like two sides of the world, one day, they will meet and collide, and then meet life and death.

They are all the most pinnacle people in the world, each with their own pride. Ye Su turned to Jun Mo and Jun Mo in the Lanke Temple, and he turned around. Today’s wasteland battle is also disdain to kill those ordinary people. Desolate warrior, but only tied the spirit and courage to Tang Yiren.

Of course, there can be no absolute fairness. In addition to avoiding Ye Su’s sword, Tang also needs to protect his own clansmen, fighting with the powerful men of the Dao Sect, and more importantly, he has led the desert tribe on the wasteland. He has fought with the Central Plains for many days. More precisely, he has been fighting for several years.

The spirit has been cultivated for a long time. Ye Su, who was at the peak, faced the tired Tang. The result of this battle is not difficult to imagine. The wooden sword pierced Tang's abdomen deeply, and then let out a thunder.

Tang's abdomen opened with a bright red blood mouth, and the blood dripped from his eyes and nose. This time it was no longer the blood of the enemy, but his own blood.

As soon as they met, he was seriously injured. There was still no expression on Tang's face, let alone any fear.

His legs suddenly burned, and the bright red flames were like lava in a volcano, blazing high temperature but with real weight. The right leg leaves the ground at a weird angle, then kicks it down!

He is clearly standing on the ground, his right leg is obviously only raised to a height of half a person, but when his right leg falls down sharply, the foot in leather boots looks like from the sky from the clouds Step on it!

A crackling sound! Tang's right foot slammed on the wooden sword, and the wooden sword broke!

The wooden sword is now deeply inserted in his abdomen. Tang's right foot stepped on the wooden sword, and he waited if he hit his abdomen severely, stirring his internal organs, but his face was still No expressions!

Ye Su's face was pale, his right hand released the hilt of the sword, and he abandoned the sword without hesitation. His thin Taoist robe danced in the wasteland wind, an extremely vague heaven and earth vitality struck, and he retreated with the wind!

Tang Rushan's right fist has been clenched and hung on his waist. He was about to strike out but failed to strike out, because Ye Su was no longer in front of him, and he could only strike in the air.

Blood kept pouring out, and Tang's face finally showed a tired look, then he reached out and pulled out the half wooden sword in his abdomen, slowly fell on one knee, panting lowly.

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Tang, the first master of the desert, was seriously injured by Ye Su who walked on the road. At this moment in the war on the desert, it seems that the ending can finally be clearly seen.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield gradually became low, and the wild people rushed in desperately, and were finally blocked by the Southern Jin cavalry and the guardian cavalry of the Xiling Temple, while the charge of the Western Wanyu Tang Qi was so unstoppable.

Just before the deserted tribe was facing the disaster of extinction, there was a low and neat chanting sound. Those deserted warriors who were seriously injured and unable to fight anymore began to chant a passage along with several elders.

The scripture is not long, but the syllables are very complicated. Obviously, it is not the prevailing Central Plains script. Huangren also uses Central Plains scripts. It is more like the primitive scripts of the West Coast of the Moon Kingdom. The veteran who led the singer didn't even know the scripture, which came from the legendary book of the Ming scroll.

With the sound of the scripture echoing on the wasteland, a breath that seemed to exist on the battlefield began to emerge. This breath was extremely compassionate and silent, as if it came from the blood and distortion on the battlefield. The corpses that were left in several pieces clearly showed the meaning of death and reincarnation.

The elder of the deserted tribe stood up with difficulty, supported by a young man, and looked at Tang, who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the battlefield, with a decisive expression in the deep wrinkles on his face.

The great elder also began to chant the scriptures, reciting the same passage. His voice was hoarse but extremely loud, like the wind, blowing on the wasteland, almost shouting.

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In the center of the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple, the tall figure standing in the giant tower condensed slightly. The head teacher listened to the scriptures on the wasteland, and listened to the cries of the deserted elder, thinking silently, if not The monks in the Xuankong Temple did not listen to the orders and refused to come to the wasteland to help fight, you would not even have this chance to fight for life.

The Buddhist great virtues of the Xuankong Temple are not there, so someone needs to fight with the elders of the deserted people's great elders. Otherwise, if the chanting of the old people continues to float on the battlefield, whether it is the coalition forces of the Central Plains The guard cavalry of Xiling Temple itself will pay a very tragic price.

Faced with the shouting and chanting of the elders of the deserted people, even the tall figures on the giants can only protect themselves, so who is qualified to fight for their lives? Among the coalition forces of Xiling Temple, only the old man was qualified.

The wrinkles on the face of the great priest of Tianyu became deeper and deeper. He listened to the chanting of the scriptures from the far north, and listened to the shout of the old man, and said calmly: "The Tianyu is dark, the beginning of light Also."

Then he said again: "Heaven is to sacrifice, and good is the beginning."

Finally, he said: "Heaven's word is bright, and man is the beginning."

After speaking these three sentences, the wrinkles on the face of the great priest of Tianyu seemed to be carved into his cheeks, flesh and blood or even bones, and two very thick blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

Around the deity where the great priest was, the faces of the seven priests in red were already withered, their black hair suddenly turned into white snow, and they were several hundred years old in an instant, and they had no breath.

The veteran of the Huang People's Congress slowly closed his eyes, and then fell backward.

The desolate young soldier who was supporting him didn't know what happened, holding his body in grief and speechless, the desolate wounded around struggling to stand up, and then fell to his knees.

The spiritual power of the great elder is very strong, and there is still a very small gap compared to the gods of the gods who have the strongest spiritual power in the Xiling Temple, so the final outcome is his death.

This is a seemingly simple war, but in reality it is extremely dangerous. The great priest finally consumed the lifespan of seven priests in red before winning, and the elder Huangren did not use any of them until his death. Desolate people.

In this sense, I don’t know who is more powerful.

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