Chapter 609 The state of near death

Since the beginning of the world, the world has always regarded conquering the peak as greatness and success. In the end, they piled up bones and corpses to build a larger mountain. They fought for the main road to the top of the mountain with intrigues, but in the end they could only see the small mountains at a glance. There will never be anyone.

It is more majestic and magnificent than the mountains, but I can only end up trapped in this mountain...

The sound of the sword and gun touching made Lin Qian feel like he was riding alone deep into the forest of guns, letting this strong feeling surround him tightly. He knew that once he entered this mountain, it would be difficult to escape. Looking along the tip of the gun,

He looked hard and saw the blade of his own hatred blade. No matter how happy he was, he could never leave the majestic mountains - he was just a swordsman who was lucky enough to reach above the mountainside. He had no exit and no way out.

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Han Zeye calmly watched the Yinhen Dao sink into the vast forest of guns without a trace. Since he had just taken action, the defeat was already determined. All places where miracles could occur were sealed. He turned back to look at the golden soldiers playing drums on the opposite side: Not bad.

, Xue Qingqing neither wants Lin Qian to compete with him, nor does he want to see Lin Qian's immediate skills. What he wants is "within the three tongs and drums, Lin Qian will be defeated"!

Lin Qianruo had just encountered He Ruosong's internal strength, which was severely damaged. He was holding the soul in one tonggu, only defending but not attacking. I'm afraid his physical strength had been exhausted. What's more, his horsemanship skills were not as good as Xue Wuqing's! Lin Qianruo was in two tonggu.

He is still alive, but he is also seriously wounded, scarred, and dying. His subordinates are afraid that they will have abandoned their armor and followed their troops, and then the whole army will be annihilated!

Not even a moment later, Lin Qian was already exhausted, his sword skills were messy, and he showed signs of being shot. As the war horses kept changing, everyone was dazzled, and they couldn't tell which one was Lin Qian and which one was Xue Qingwu. There was only one spare gun.

, a pair of knives...

There were no complicated moves, but it was the fastest battle Lin Qian had ever lost! He insisted on not being defeated, but he heard his breathing becoming more and more uneven, and his mood became heavier. Xue Qingqing's spear was like a dragon swimming on the plains.

, Holding a mountain and swallowing a river, if Lin Qian's sword is said to be a thunderbolt that shakes the nine states, then Xue Qingqing's spear is the sea of ​​gushing water that admires Qizhou's nine points of smoke from afar, and is more boundless than his drinking hatred sword!

At some point, Lin Qian felt a cold sting on his arm. After being hit by the first shot, he couldn't resist the next shot. His flesh and blood body couldn't handle it!

White floating shadows in the peripheral vision overlapped and moved rapidly. His shoulders gradually seemed to be pressed down hard by two invisible hands. The hot wind burned his wounds and scalded his blood - there was no chance to turn defeat into victory.

.How can this small boat, which has experienced strong winds and heavy rains, stand up to the waves that swallowed up countless giant sails!

However, because of the pressure, he proved that his arms and shoulders were safely in his body. He had not completely failed yet - Lin Qian was sweating and gave up the attack. He relied on the remaining strength to mobilize from every corner of his body, and

Xue Wuqing faced his exhausted self, but he was able to do so with ease and with overwhelming force!

Lin Qian couldn't say anything, and couldn't be distracted by anything. However, even if he hadn't participated in the fierce battle with He Ruosong just now, he probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him in three rounds!

Why is this tonggu so far away and so long-awaited? Lin Qian's heart was also beating loudly. The exhaustion of energy in his weakness made him extremely anxious. Han Zeye could clearly see the red blood on the tip of the gun and understood that Lin Qiannao was

After going around and around, I still can't get out of the dead end. The future is really full of stars and dark...

Han Zeye frowned slightly; if I join the battle, I will definitely be able to help my lord relieve a lot of physical strength, and I can also compete with Xue Qingqing, killing two birds with one stone. However, if we fight two against one, it will be tantamount to denying the lord's strength and weakening our own morale. In this battle, resisting

The root of the enemy lies in this word - morale!!

At the moment of losing consciousness, Han Zeye heard another familiar sound, and at the same time Tang Yu screamed. Zeye followed the sound and couldn't help but also shouted slightly -

He didn't know whether his face was pale or gray at that moment, and he didn't know whether his eyes revealed the fear in his heart at that moment... He only remembered that he was worried about what kind of tragic situation would be without Lin Qian in the Short Blade Valley.

When the shot went down, Lin Qian immediately spattered the scene with blood and died before he could take action! The scene he was most afraid of suddenly appeared without warning at the moment when he was most resistant. His throat was tightened, and he thought of too many things in the future.

, but no matter which one is missing Lin Qian in the future, it will not be established!

What is the end, what is the end, what is the end, what is the grave?!

Qian has never been so close to collapse and death, and has never been so desperate and self-abandoned. He knows that it is impossible to win but is unwilling to win. He is unwilling but has no sense of proportion or certainty! He has forgotten who he is and has forgotten that he has been with him all his life.

The hesitation and perseverance that have been struggling so hard, forgetting the Drinking Hate Knife in his hand that is no longer easy to hold, forgetting every sleepy and waking night on the battlefield that he has experienced since childhood, what is it that supports him to survive; forgetting every night

The air and moonlight flowing through the night, as well as his only shadow cast on the ground, slowly and gradually changed as the years passed...

He didn’t understand why this was death, exhaustion, desolation, desolation, helplessness, fragility, loneliness, bitterness, hatred... It turned out that no matter how long-term the plan, how heartwarming the dream, or how many and tiring the burden, no matter how heavy the burden,

No matter how dangerous the journey is, he may still not survive tomorrow. He is still being fooled by life and death involuntarily. He is insignificant. No matter how many enemies he kills, he is still chasing a dead end on the road to death.

In the endless nightmare, he is just a speck of dust in the wind or a gravel in the sand. He drifts away before he can discern the direction and sinks in an instant. He is just a fleeting flame that dies before he can light the curtain, leaving no bones.

Save! How long has he been on this road? Five years? Ten years? Twenty years? I don’t know how far away it is. From the moment he strengthened his belief, he blurred the boundaries between life and death. No blow could erode his determination. He was crazy.

He loves war so much, but he doesn't understand that this kind of gambling is actually arrogance! When he puts everything, everything, his whole being and his whole heart into the fight, why can't he just remember his burning passion?

The blood was finally defeated by an ordinary spear point and an ordinary sword?!

People have empty bodies, and weapons only have sharp blades. However, people can control the weapons, but they can easily be killed by the weapons. These masters, who take it as their duty to conquer natural dangers, always ignore this point. Their martial arts are unparalleled, invincible in the world, and everyone bows to them.

, the five lakes are professed, so what? In the crowded and noisy history, they were just fanatics talking to themselves and admiring themselves. In less than a hundred years, they were completely wiped out.

With a quality that is weaker than grass and trees, it competes with swords and guns, competes with the sun and moon, is stronger than gold and stone, and is stronger than mountains and rivers. It is a life in the rivers and lakes, just like a worm shaking the tree, the end of the world is broken, and an empty soul is of no use!

The moment Lin Qian's horse stumbled, all he felt in his heart was the panic, fear and cowardice of the sudden death. When he fell to the ground, the disaster of annihilation hit him, and the empty twenty-one years whizzed away.

, no memories can come into my mind. There is no youthful feelings when the three Tai'an brothers became sworn brothers, there is no fatherly love shown by Chu Jiang before his death, there is no loneliness, loneliness and confusion in Chuan Yu's eyes when he confronts him, there is not even

Yin'er! Maybe he doesn't want to think about them...

Only the pain that pierced his heart and lungs effortlessly occupied his thoughts. He couldn't see whether his chest had been pierced by a gun, but his back could no longer straighten. The severe pain spread fiercely through his upper body, accumulating turbulently.

Explosions of varying degrees of severity severed his head, neck and body, and his blood and bone marrow suddenly emptied. The remaining ice after the confrontation with He Ruosong had no time to melt and had already turned white-hot to the other extreme. He could not understand whether it was pleasure or pain.

His entire upper body was solidified into a brittle frame of bones that could break with a single blow. The force on his upper body was too strong, and his legs and feet were almost atrophied, causing him to collapse to the ground helplessly! At that moment, what was going on in his heart and mind

There is no less than a second thought: Is he still alive? Is he still alive? He has no will and belief. He has no hope that he can survive, and he does not want to live anymore - the feeling of fragmentation in his body and head in a different place... this life

Is this the reason?!

The desolate valley he broke into alone confuses him with withering all the way. On the dark narrow road, only the vague outlines of distant mountains remain around him. The sky is not completely dark, but the brightness is getting weaker and more erratic.

, he stared eagerly, waiting for the second person to appear, eager for the night to completely submerge him so that he could welcome the next day, but in the near earth-colored light, what he saw were rugged rocks, flying rocks hanging in the air, and winding

At the end of the road, one road after another crisscrosses each other, and the only thing that is missing is life - not even the sound of wind and cranes... No, he is the only one, living in this position miserably, with no one in sight...

Boundless and without territory, time continues to sink, valleys disappear, rocks are pierced and solidified, boats sink and float, the peak of the sky is cut into a bottomless rift valley, the lonely island is moved to the land thousands of miles away, bones, rotten Ke, the sky collapses

The ground is hanging, the sea is changing... There is nothing more powerful than nature, more heartbreaking, more powerful than fate, and making him feel lost in the long loneliness, unable to throw away punishment. Infinite boredom, endless

Monotonous, for tens of millions of years, things have become more prosperous and things will reverse. The only thing that remains unchanged is that he has always been the only one. The memory is far away, and the wind passes by like crying. He does not listen to the complaints of the mayfly, and does not envy Peng Zushou. He just wants to wake up.

Come here, escape from his nightmare alone, escape from this all-too-real illusion...

The mountains are covered with wind and snow, and there is no way to clear the sky.

Behind the cold wind, thick lead-filled clouds are flying, pressing so urgently, planning to bring disaster, life and death, who can really control it?!
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