The strong wind howled and rolled in this world, and the rustling sound was endless, like a person crying miserably.
The man stood there quietly, with blood gushing out from his neck. The tip of a shiny black sword was suddenly withdrawn. He fell down with a sound, his eyes bulging greatly, and he was extremely horrified.
"The devil...killed...well!" Kurosawa swallowed his saliva, slurred his speech, and spat out a few words vaguely, as if he had spent a lot of effort.
His eyes were slightly closed, and at the last moment, with the corner of his eye, he saw the domineering and arrogant demonic figure walking towards him in a bizarre way, and then he completely lost consciousness.
Marquis Wei was even more seriously injured. He did not notice the scene of the enemy soldiers being slaughtered, but could hear several miserable screams faintly. He thought it was Kurosawa's last counterattack, and he smiled bitterly in his heart, making himself desperate.
Fall into deep sleep.
In the sky, the setting sun was like blood. The frightened horse broke away from the reins and ran wildly across the land. The cold wind blew across the land and towards the sky, hitting Lin Zixuan's back. His knees softened and he made a plop.
Kneel down.
The increase in strength caused by the dark demon exceeded his maximum load. His spiritual power was exhausted, his breath was sluggish, and he was dying.
But Kurosawa's two men were in worse condition than him. One had his blood spirit burnt, and the other was beaten to a bloody pulp.
Lin Zixuan told himself that he couldn't sleep. He tried to keep himself awake. He took out the space pendant from the man's body, walked up again, and picked up the two high-level spiritual magic weapons used as bait. He thought about it, if Kurosawa
, Wei Hou woke up and gave it to them. Anticipating their happy expressions, Lin Zixuan also smiled, smiling so comfortably.
He walked towards the two Kurosawas, helped them up one by one, hugged them with both hands, and walked towards Tianlan City step by step, one on the left and the other on the right.
Finally, perhaps due to lack of physical strength, Lin Zixuan fell down, leaned against the bodies of Kurosawa and the others, and fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Zixuan had a long dream. In the dream, he came to a dark world without color, emotion, or aura. Everything showed desolation and desolation. But he saw a sword there, bathed in the water.
In the radiance of the golden holy way.
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"Are they back?" Chen Huan stood on the tower, looking into the distance, extremely anxious.
Leaving aside Lin Zixuan, Kurosawa is his right-hand man. It will be a matter of time before he is promoted to centurion. Why doesn't he feel anxious about his disappearance?
And Lin Zixuan, the person brought by the deputy city lord himself, is a light attribute monk with unlimited future. If he is caught and killed by the enemy, he will bear an unimaginable price.
A figure walked towards him like a wisp of smoke and stood on his left side. His body was thin and his face was sickly and pale. He gave the impression that he was like a stick of firewood. Any gust of wind could blow him down.
In his eyes, the same emotions as Chen Huan appeared, anxiety and anxiety.
"Marquis Wei has not come back either." His voice was very faint, like the whisper of a mosquito. If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear it at all.
Chen Huan looked at the man next to him, his eyes were more solemn. He did not dare to underestimate the man next to him. On the surface, he looked weak, but in fact, he was very ferocious. His confusing body gave the enemy a headache.
Chen Huan didn't say anything. Wei Hou and Kurosawa were close comrades-in-arms, and the whole army knew that Kurosawa's disappearance was inextricably related to Wei Hou.
"If we don't see you tomorrow, you and I will go to the enemy camp to look for you personally." His voice was very soft, like a silver needle falling to the ground, making no waves.
Chen Huan secretly complained in his heart that the enemy camp was so dangerous that even a strong captain would not dare to rush in, but he could not refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and nod.
The man's figure flashed and disappeared. Chen Huan looked at the beautiful red clouds and cursed in his heart.
"Kurosawa, Kurosawa! You've really hurt me."
The boundary line between the two armies was fifty miles away from the enemy. A few yellow leaves on the dead trees were swaying in the wind. Lin Zixuan and the other three were leaning on the big brown tree trunk, with peaceful faces.
A gust of breeze blew, and Lin Zixuan suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was an extremely sharp edge, shining with a scorching light.
Then, his eyes dimmed again and returned to their previous look. He looked at the two people who had passed out, and felt strong humility in his heart.
If he had come a step earlier, this situation might not have happened to the two of them. He hated himself for not being able to make a decisive decision. When he was trapped, he should have taken action boldly.
He looked at the space pendant he got in his hand. It belonged to the enemy centurion. There should be the healing elixir he needed there.
He sent out his spiritual thoughts and probed into the pendant. It was a small space with only a brass token with a snow-white full moon engraved on it and a few white jade bottles.
It seems that this centurion was also extremely shrewd and did not take all his belongings with him.
Lin Zixuan took out the jade bottle and pulled off the red scarf. A stream of emerald green mist spurted out along with the strong medicinal fragrance.
Lin Zixuan smeared it on the wounds of the two of them. The viscous ointment blended into the flesh and blood, and granulations sprouted quickly. The pus-filled wounds immediately scabbed, and their faces improved a little.
Seeing the changes in the two of them, Lin Zixuan suddenly felt that this elixir was extraordinary, and its efficacy was many times more powerful than what his family had given him.
Lin Zixuan was not stingy because of this, but used the remaining spiritual fire to extract the pure medicinal energy, followed the mouths and noses of Kurosawa and others, and was inhaled into the body.
The two of them did not wake up because of this. Lin Zixuan no longer hesitated, hugged the two of them and ran away quickly.
Outside the city gate, the sentry stationed at the battle post looked at Lin Zixuan holding the token high and holding the injured two people in his hands, and immediately opened the city gate.
They did not suspect that they were enemy spies. After all, the injuries on those two people were real. Which city lord would send seriously injured and dying soldiers to detect the enemy's situation?
Entering the city, Lin Zixuan also went straight to the military doctor's office. After revealing his identity, he handed the two of them over. With the latter's superb medical skills, the two finally saved their lives, but there was no progress in recovering their strength.
Lin Zixuan also breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He was alive and well, which was his greatest relief. His strength could still be gradually restored through cultivation in the future.
Playing with the enemy's centurion token, he gradually came to a white tent, opened the curtain, and saw a sheepskin placed on a huge long table, with densely drawn route directions on it.
Lin Zixuan took a look and saw that the locations of the two cities were drawn there. It seemed that this should be a very important battle map.
Behind the long table, there is a short square sandalwood table with golden patterns embroidered on the legs; behind the table, an old man with black hair is lying leisurely on a rocking chair, looking calm and comfortable.
Lin Zixuan's eyes shrank, this old man's strength was somewhat unfathomable.
When Lin Zixuan placed his token and the enemy centurion's token in front of the old man's desk.
The old man's eyes suddenly opened and he stared at the pale full moon and yellow luster on the token. It took him a while before he spoke.
"Your token shows that you only killed more than forty people, but one of them was an enemy centurion. According to the iron law of the army, any centurion who kills an enemy centurion can directly become our soldier.