Chapter 154 I and the hero defended the god of war
ps: Supreme-Lonely, thank you for your companionship for so long!
In the past, you said that it was shameful to watch piracy, and that you would make up for it in the future. But today, as soon as I opened Q, I saw that you had fulfilled your promise.
It's just that you have to leave Wutang.
In fact, I would rather not give up the reward, I just want to spend the last few months with you.
Supreme is very aggressive, has always been aggressive, and has been able to support it until now. It is because of you that I have persisted until now.
Regardless of whether it is a pirated version or a genuine one, they all support me. Just like Silan Kira, who always supports Supreme with his recommendation votes.
Maybe many years later, my son will ask, father, have you ever written a popular online novel?
I would shake my head. I once wrote a very disappointing book, but during those years, I had a group of the cutest readers spending time with me, in book reviews, in forums, and in groups!
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Blood and sand were rolling, and the melodious sound of horns swayed in the miserable evening wind.
The dark figures were like a tidal wave. The Blood Prison Army and the elites of the Empire were waiting eagerly, their eyes gathered at the end of the Sword Tomb.
The monstrous sound of killing was like a piece of music, echoing in the vast sword tomb.
The sound of killing made the soldiers present ready to move. Their knives were polished and their swords were sharpened. As long as Ye Wushuang gave the order, this army would rush outside the territory without hesitation.
As a soldier, they yearn to gallop on the battlefield and be wrapped in horse leather.
The face of each soldier is written with fortitude and determination, and behind him are the mountains and rivers for which they have fought their whole life.
For this homeland, they want to spill their blood outside the territory and dye the sky red.
"All troops, attack!" The deep voice fell on the ears of the army like a bolt from the blue.
A look of extremely ferocious violence flashed in the eyes of these soldiers, and extremely powerful auras burst out one after another, with hundreds of millions of auras.
In order to resist the menacing Yan-Zhao coalition forces, Ye Wushuang had been preparing for this battle for a long time.
He even personally stationed himself at the Sword Tomb. Dressed in a blue shirt, Ye Wuwu shed his previous elegance and replaced it with a fierce and murderous aura.
"Fight!" Ye Pojun's eyes were bloodshot. He pulled out the giant sword from behind and pointed the tip of the sword at the end of the sword curtain. That was the battlefield outside the territory and the resting place of countless soldiers.
"Fight, the God of War's cavalry will be invincible!"
"Kill, attack and defeat all enemies. Defeat the foreign invasion!"
Ye Pojun roared at the top of his lungs, his voice as loud as thunder, arousing the fighting spirit of the soldiers from all directions.
"Fight, shame on the snow-capped mountains and rivers, show off the power of my God of War!" Waves of louder shouts gathered together, forming an unimaginable sound of heaven and earth, impacting the world.
Countless soldiers screamed heart-breakingly. They were far away from their homeland, far away from prosperity, far away from their wives and children, and far away from their fathers. They became a soldier without hesitation, just for this day.
Looking at the army with fighting spirit in the sky, Ye Wuwu felt desolate in his heart. He knew that in today's battle, many soldiers will stay outside the territory forever, and how many families will be broken up. The old man has lost his son, Fenghua
Zhengmao's wife lost her husband, and the child who was learning to speak lost his father. This was an inevitable war, a fight for survival. Ye Wushuang sighed silently in his heart, took a step forward, and tilted the feather fan in his hand downwards.
Pressed and hoarsely said:
"The war satisfies the Tiangang people's aggressive instinct and their desire to plunder, destroy and slaughter living beings!"
"However, war has deprived us of the peace of the God of War!"
"Tiangang's hundreds of millions of soldiers are coming fiercely, trying to defeat the God of War, with mountains and rivers of flesh and blood!"
"Gentlemen, this is a long war, and it is also an arduous war. You gave up prosperity and comfort, and you bravely and proudly fought for the God of War. You are an extraordinary group of soldiers. Today, we face death together.
, accept the baptism of death together. Finally, what I want to say is that I, Ye Wushuang, am proud to be able to fight with you. Perhaps, some of us will be buried on the battlefield forever, but we turn swords into plowshares and use them to fight.
Blood brings the dawn of hope."
"If I survive this battle, in the future, my descendants will ask, was grandpa a hero who defended the God of War?"
"No, I will raise my lips and tell him with great pride that I am not a hero, but I have defended the God of War together with you heroes!"
With an extremely hoarse voice, Ye Wushuang's eyes swept across the young faces, "In this battle, you may wish to be buried outside the territory!"
"I am willing!" A famous soldier raised his head, looked at Ye Wushuang firmly, and roared.
"Then fight!" Four hundred-foot-long heavenly dragons roared upwards, pulled up their chariots, and galloped between heaven and earth, heading straight to the end of the Sword Tomb.
"Fight!" Ye Pojun and Ye Fanbai shouted hoarsely, leading the army out in a mighty manner, like a flood that burst the embankment, covering the entire sword tomb, following closely behind the chariot, swarming toward the end of the sword curtain.
go.
In the sword tomb, in a lonely courtyard, a lonely figure stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the army going to the battlefield.
A plate of remnants was placed in the courtyard, surrounded by blood and sand. However, in this courtyard, patches of snow fell slowly.
The lonely figure stood in the wind and snow, just like this snow catkin.
"The era of heroes is destined to be an unfortunate era. It's a pity that there are thousands of miles outside the territory, and there are many autumn grasses in the bones of war every year!" The cold voice echoed in the courtyard, and was eventually buried in the rolling sand of blood.
Outside the courtyard, there are many tombstones, including brand-new tombstones and tombstones from thousands of years ago.
Next to these tombstones, a guardian of the famous Martial God stood with a sword, staring at the courtyard with fierce eyes at the figure dressed in white like snow.
Five generations of moon gods and countless guardians whispered softly.
"Fifth Generation Moon God!" His white right hand held the falling snow, and a flash of determination flashed in the young man's eyes. "Before you return, I am the Fifth Generation Moon God. I have always been, defending this homeland for you!"
The young man, now a prince, has been fighting for several years, which has left an inexplicable heaviness in his eyes. In the past year, he has seen countless killings, and his disgust for killings has become more and more intense.
"The god of war is a feast for the god of death, but peace requires resorting to blood and iron!" The prince murmured softly, turned around, and the snowflakes in his hand turned into a white piece, which quietly landed on the chessboard, causing a shocking killing blow.
The spirit of cutting:
"My name is Ye Chen. Since I am the Moon God of the Fifth Generation, I should lead the disciples of the Martial God to defend the Martial God!"
"Today, Tiangang's hundreds of millions of soldiers are approaching fiercely. If you, gentlemen, can still hold the sword, I hope you will gather at the Sword Tomb in the Wasteland and follow me to resist Tiangang's army!"
The figure slowly floated up, and the prince's deep voice turned into an unimaginable sound of heaven and earth, breaking through the many restrictions of the sword tomb, like a storm raging between heaven and earth, sweeping out.
Throughout the Martial God Continent, the prince's voice was hovering in the sky.
At this moment, any bustling noise fell silent, and was replaced by extremely firm voices: "I am willing to be the guardian and defend the territory of the God of War!"
In the courtyard of Luoxia Imperial Capital, Mu Chen danced with a sword, and withered yellow leaves were flying all over the sky.
The moment this voice sounded, Mu Chen suddenly stopped and looked at the blue sky, with a look of helplessness in his eyes, "Aren't you back yet?"
Shenjian Villa used to be a second-rate sect in the Martial God Continent, with a majestic appearance.
However, during the Zongbi competition decades ago, the owner of Shenjian Villa was defeated by Ye Chen's sword. He was in a trance and became a lunatic.
The owner of the villa became a lunatic, his disciples dispersed in a hurry, and the Shenjian Villa was quickly defeated.
The Excalibur Villa of the past is like yesterday's flowers. The entire villa looks extremely desolate. Only a few disciples who are very attached to the Excalibur Villa still stay in the villa.
In the dilapidated villa, several female disciples were cleaning the courtyard.
A white-haired old man was sitting in the courtyard, sometimes giggling, sometimes beating his chest and feet.
These female disciples were all accustomed to the old man's strange behavior, but when they looked at the old man's eyes, they felt a little more sad. The former powerful martial arts master of Shenjian Villa no longer existed and was reduced to a lunatic.
"Old owner, I have been suffering from this disease for more than ten years but it has not improved!" A pretty woman of about 10 years old said softly, with a helpless look on her face.
"No, if the old villa owner hadn't committed this disease, Shenjian Villa would not be in the same situation as it is now!" The older young woman sighed slightly. She had seen Shenjian Villa prosperous and almost became a first-class sect.
"Senior sister, it is said that the old village owner contracted this disease after he was defeated by the Fifth Moon Goddess?" the pretty woman asked curiously.
"Well, the cause and effect of life and death, the reincarnation of thousands of lives!" The young woman's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, "But this can't be blamed on the Five Generations of Moon Gods. During the battle, one party will inevitably be injured."
"Indeed, it's no wonder that the Fifth Generation Moon God is now leading the Guardians of the Martial God to suppress the Sword Tomb and repel Tiangang's enemies!"
"Without the fifth-generation Moon God, the God of War would not be as peaceful as he is now!" The pretty woman showed a grimace and giggled. But at this moment, the prince's voice sounded in the sky, "My name is Ye Chen, and I am the fifth-generation Moon God.
, you should lead the disciples of the Martial God to defend the Martial God!"
"Today, Tiangang's hundreds of millions of soldiers are approaching fiercely. If you, gentlemen, can still hold the sword, I hope you will gather at the Sword Tomb in the Wasteland and follow me to resist Tiangang's army!"
Hearing this, the young woman and the pretty woman showed shock in their eyes. This was the voice of the Fifth Generation Moon God!
Tiangang's hundreds of millions of soldiers are attacking, and the God of War is in danger!
"Junior sister Xuanxuan, you are taking care of the old owner at the villa, I will go out for a while!" A simple sword appeared in the young woman's hand, and she said solemnly.
The pretty woman's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she immediately guessed the young woman's thoughts: "Senior sister is going outside the territory?"
"I am a warrior of the Martial God. Although my cultivation is not good, how can I survive now that the Martial God is in danger!" The young woman said neatly, but at this moment, a terrifying will surged out of the villa!
This martial arts will comes from the owner of Shenjian Villa, Bu Cun, who looked blank and said plausibly: "Ye Chen? The fifth generation moon god? The God of Martial Arts is in danger?"