Northern border, Qishan Mountain.

Luoyan Peak, Beiyan Pass.

It was originally made of huge rocks, passing through the clouds and geese, almost standing in the sky. It was cut off by the sky and shrouded in clouds and mist. It was like a huge gate in the sky. I don't know how many heroes and heroes were stained by the blood and bones, and how many literati were broken.

The pen and ink of a poet.

At this time, nearly half of it had collapsed.

The towers and walls on the left and right sides had been broken off due to some heavy blow.

Every boulder brick is dark red in color, as if soaked in blood.

Under the city gate and in front of the valley entrance, all over the mountains and plains, there are ghost armies wearing blood-red leather armor, even their beards and hair are blood-red, like a sea of ​​blazing flames.

Beiyan Pass is in sharp contrast with it, with broken flags, broken armor, broken walls, and broken corpses everywhere.

Among the ghost army, a giant man who was more than ten feet tall, with a naked upper body and bloody hair, rode a blood-red ferocious beast that looked like a wolf but not a wolf, walked out of the formation, and slowly came to the entrance of Guanxia Valley.

Behind him was a somewhat elegant middle-aged man wearing a Daji literati costume with a long beard reaching his chest.

The giant man raised his head, looked at Beiyanguan City, and waved casually.

The middle-aged man behind him came up on horseback.

Chaoguan City shouted: "Where is General Han Xiong?"

Although this man was dressed as a scholar, his blood was really strong. Even though he was several miles away, he did not exert much effort, but his voice spread far and wide and was heard everywhere.

Not long after, a man walked out from the top of Guancheng.

His hair is disheveled and his armor is broken, but he is as strong as a mountain.

Standing at the top of the city, Guancheng, which was already in a state of ruin, seemed to have turned into the majestic barrier of the past.

The scribe shouted: "General, now that things have come to this, why don't you surrender to my royal court?"

There was no joy or anger on Han Xiong's face, and he only said in a deep voice: "How dare a slave who has betrayed his ancestors and forgotten his lineage do something evil and bark like a dog in front of me?"

The scribe was not angry when he heard this. He just sighed and said: "General, I don't need to say anything about today's situation. The general will understand it for himself."

The scribe's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, with excitement and excitement: "The country of Ji has been defeated in consecutive battles, and even the people in the market know the reason for it. With the wisdom of the general, if you investigate it with an open mind and calmness, it is not difficult to know the reason for its defeat."

"The defeat of the Ji State today is not the fault of the generals and Prime Minister Hong alone. It is because the Ji State adheres to the rules and regulations, and all the officials in the government and the public are living in a state of disgrace and living in a camp."

"Nowadays, the country of Ji is full of flames, people are mourning everywhere, bones are exposed, and the evil atmosphere is hard to get rid of. The building is already about to collapse, and there will be no turning back."

"The general is brave enough to champion the three armies and is the most powerful in the world. At this time when the country's fate is in dire straits, how can he just surrender himself to the turbulent waves and serve the country loyally to the emperor?"

"Don't you know that the Ji Kingdom is old, but it has lasted for eight thousand years, stretched across millions of miles, and has a huge territory in the history books. How difficult is it to make it prosperous and prosperous?"

"The building is about to collapse. It cannot be supported by a single tree. Since the situation is unstoppable and the time is not favorable, the general should prioritize the prosperity of the world and the survival of the people. Why should he care about trivial matters?"

"If the general surrenders to my royal court and serves as my king and lord, he will one day collect all the land of Ji and make an unparalleled contribution. He will establish the country as an orphan, support thousands of miles, drive away the evil spirit of thousands of miles, save hundreds of millions of people in the old Ji from water and fire, and relieve the common people from suffering.

Hanging upside down, how strong it is!"

"How can we be stubborn and resist in a corner? How can we be loyal and brave but die in vain? How ridiculous is it?"

On the city wall, Han Xiong kept his eyes lowered and said nothing while the scribes made impassioned speeches.

It was only then that the scribe looked at him with sincerity and expectation, and Han Xiong opened his eyes and said, "Are you done?"

The scribe said sincerely: "General, please be careful!"

"Whoosh!"

What responded to him was an iron arrow.

Han Xiong opened his bow and drew an arrow in an instant.

Without aiming, the iron arrow seemed to have eyes, and it shot right between the scribe's eyebrows in an instant.

"when!"

However, a huge fanged blade arrived first and slashed down, completely cutting the iron arrow into pieces.

The scribe almost fell off his horse and was so shocked that he was sweating coldly.

"Grrrrrr!"

The giant man next to him seemed to be irritated. He cursed and slapped the horse under the scribe's seat with his huge fang blade.

"Hiss??~!"

This very majestic horse neighed miserably and flew backwards, including the man and the horse.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

The giant man roared and roared while waving his fanged giant blade, and then he saw the ghostly beasts riding in the mountains and fields behind him dancing with their swords, and they also roared and roared, driving the ferocious beasts under them.

The next moment, only a bloody craze was seen, rolling and raging with overwhelming force, rushing towards the northern Yanguan City.

Seeing this, I was shocked to see that the tide of blood was boundless, coming in waves like heaven and earth.

Han Xiong didn't show any panic, he just looked around calmly:

"You guys, are you afraid?"

"Your Majesty, I am not afraid!"

"well."

Han Xiong nodded: "We join the army to defend the country and defend the land. We have no regrets in life and death. What we do today is just death."

The soldiers on the left and right shouted loudly: "Defend the country and defend the land. You will have no regrets in life and death. The only thing is death!"

Soon, the voice spread above the city gate.

The remaining 100,000 soldiers in Guanzhong chanted that they would live and die without regrets.

Following Han Xiong, he jumped up and landed outside Guancheng. Everyone stood up and rushed out of Guancheng.

The one hundred thousand Ji army, in front of the endless blood tide that seemed to last for days, seemed extremely small, like a floating leaf on the sea of ​​blood.

Not long after, Ye Piaoping and the city gate behind her were drowned by the blood tide...

…

Not far away, on a solitary peak, a rugged and skinny old man in white and broad robe stood alone on the solitary peak, with his big sleeves fluttering, looking at the flesh and blood rolling down below.

There was a trace of sadness in his eyes that disappeared in a flash.

"A hundred and twenty thousand men marched to conquer Di Rong, and a hundred thousand men fought together to die in righteousness..."

"Your Majesty...you are so cruel..."

The old man sighed sadly and staggered.

Then he smiled happily: "Hahaha..."

"General Han, gentlemen, you and I will die together today to preserve our loyalty!"

The old man suddenly stretched out his big sleeves, and his long gray hair and chest-length beard suddenly turned completely white.

White as frost and snow, dancing fiercely with the wind...

The already extremely weak and jagged body suddenly became taller and taller, less than seven feet tall, yet had the power to stand tall against the sky and the earth.

This power also alarmed the ghost army who was killing crazily.

The giant man at the head saw this inconspicuous and thin old man at a glance, but he roared in shock and anger: "Gulu, Gulu!"

The bloody craze suddenly branched off and surged towards this direction.

The old man glanced at it indifferently, then arranged his clothes calmly.

I touched the top of my head, but there was no hair crown.

The old man straightened his loose white hair and threw it behind his shoulders as if he felt a little regretful.

He folded his hands, bowed respectfully and meticulously three times towards Beiyanchengguan.

Mouth chanting:

"A hundred and twenty thousand men marched to conquer Di Rong, and a hundred thousand men fought together to die in righteousness..."

"Iron-blooded and loyal soul forges Beiyan..."

“Yellow sand and white bones embrace the Great Wall!”

The sound just fell...

The next moment, a mighty energy soared into the sky, filling the sky in an instant.

The great sun in the sky turned into a bloody sun, and the sky and the earth were covered with a thick layer of blood.

Outside Qishan Mountain, thousands of miles of yellow sand rolled up like a huge sea.

Crazy salon volume, one after another.
Chapter completed!