Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 50: The Cry of the Wild People
No one knows whether Haotian will laugh when humans think, nor does anyone know whether Haotian will laugh when humans fight, but thinking or war is ultimately humans' own business, regardless of whether Haotian will laugh.
, Human beings will continue to do it, either thinking hard or throwing their heads and blood.
The eagle flew away, the black clouds approached, the war on the wasteland continued, and every moment, people fell down, swords broke, blood gushed out, and smoke gradually disappeared, but I didn't know it was because
The cavalry could not charge at high speed because the earth was soaked in blood and covered by corpses.
In the hinterland of the battlefield, powerful deserted soldiers kept rushing forward, and the cavalry of the Southern Jin Dynasty had already been torn a huge hole by them. The legendary extremely powerful cavalry of the Xiling Temple escort were all rushed to some extent by them.
Stable, of course they also paid a very tragic price for it, and many deserted soldiers fell on the road to charge.
Leather clothes trembled in the bloody wind, and then afterimages were dragged out. Tang, who was deeply bloody, rushed like a burning stone, rushing around the battlefield, shaking more than ten war horses all the way, and tearing several Xilings apart with bare hands
The priest of the temple finally came to Luo Kedi.
Blood flowed from Tang's body like a waterfall. It was all the enemy's, not his own. There was an internal organ burst out from a priest hanging on his shoulders, and the picture looked extremely bloody.
Luo Kedi knew who he was, his face suddenly pale, fear occupied his body and mind, and instinctively wanted to dodge or escape, but he knew that if he could dodge or turn around and escape, then Tang's fist would smash himself into pieces in the next moment, even if
If you survive by chance, the head sect will give you a more tragic ending.
With a loud shout, Luo Kedi waved the God-given sword and chopped down at Tang's head. The blade brought a sharp roar in the air. The golden talisman line on the blade suddenly became bright and its power suddenly increased.
Tang looked at the falling knife expressionlessly and punched it straight. A mountain-like fist hit Luo Kedi's blade. The blade suddenly cracked, and then the handle of the knife was sharp. Luo Kedi held the handle of the knife.
The tiger's mouth cracked open, and then the terrifying huge force invaded upwards along his arm.
The shoulder blades broke with a snap, and Luo Kedi's blood gushed back and fell back. He turned into a knife with his left hand and slashed his shoulders violently, forcing his strength to cut off the invasion of the force. He was lucky enough to not die.
The moment he landed on the ground, Tang's body came into the air and stepped on his head. Looking at the sole of the shoe getting closer and closer, full of blood mud, despair appeared in Luo Kedi's eyes.
look.
His emotions at this moment were like Cheng Ziqing who had sensed the terrifying and hot fist intention before, but just like Cheng Ziqing, at the moment before death, a ray of lightning saved his life.
The lightning in the low altitude of the wasteland had been chasing Tang for a long time and could not catch up. But at the moment when Tang seriously injured Luo Kedi, he finally chased him.
Tang Zhongzhong stepped onto the ground and stepped on the lightning into the ground. The wasteland that had been moistened by blood for a long time was shocked and a lot of blood was squeezed out between the broken grass branches.
A thundering masterpiece was made. A sword appeared in Qingyou and stabbed Tang in the abdomen.
Tang is walking in the Demon Sect, and it may even be the last generation of the Demon Sect. He is very powerful. Neither Jiange's powerful Cheng Ziqing or Luo Kedi are his one-union enemy.
In this world, it is difficult for a sword to stab his body, but at this time he was stabbed.
Even if he was stabbed, with Tang's physical strength, it was difficult for a sword to penetrate his body. However, the sword stabbed into his body, and it was extremely deep, and blood oozed out from the edge of the sword.
It was not a sharp sword, nor the unparalleled sword beside the Sword Pavilion, but just a thin wooden sword. The wooden sword was exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago, but 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, and Ye Su is the Taoist world. Two people are like two sides of the world. One day, they will meet and collide, and then meet in life and death.
They are all the most peak people in the world, each with their own pride. Ye Su faces Jun Mo in the academy in Lanke Temple. Jun Mo turns around and he turns around. Today's battle in the wasteland, he also disdains to kill those ordinary warriors of the wasteland.
, but only ties his spirit to Tang Yiren.
Of course, there is no absolute fairness. In addition to avoiding Ye Su's sword, Tang also needs to protect his tribe and continue to fight with the strong men of the Taoist sect. More importantly, he led the Wasteland tribe to have already been with the Central Plains people on the wasteland.
He has fought for many days, and to be more precise, he has fought for several years.
Ye Su, who had been at the peak of his life, faced the tired Tang. The result of this battle was not difficult to imagine. The wooden sword pierced deeply into Tang's abdomen and then made a thunder sound.
A bright red bloody mouth bloomed on Tang's abdomen, and blood flowed down from his eyes and mouth and nose. This time it was no longer the enemy's blood, but his own blood.
As soon as they met, they were seriously injured. Tang still had no expression on his face, let alone any fear.
His legs suddenly burned, and the bright red flames were like magma in a volcano, with a blazing high temperature but a real weight. His right leg left the ground at a very strange angle and kicked it downwards!
He was standing on the ground, and his right leg was only lifted to a height of half a man, but when his right leg fell down, the foot in leather boots seemed to step down from the sky and from the clouds!
A crisp sound was heard! Tang's right foot stepped on the wooden sword, and the wooden sword broke from the middle!
The wooden sword was being penetrated deeply in his abdomen at this time. Tang stepped on the wooden sword with his right foot, and waited for it to hit his abdomen hard and stir up his internal organs, but there was still no expression on his face.
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Ye Su's face turned slightly pale, and he let go of the hilt of the sword with his right hand and abandoned the sword without hesitation. The thin Taoist robe danced lightly in the wind in the wasteland. An extremely ethereal energy of heaven and earth came and retreated a hundred feet with the wind!
Tang Rushan's right fist was already clenched, hanging on his waist, about to hit but not, because Ye Su's figure was gone in front of him, and he could only hit the air even if he hit.
Blood kept pouring out, and a look of fatigue finally appeared on Tang's face. Then he reached out and pulled out half of the wooden sword from his abdomen, slowly knelt down on one knee, and gasped in a low voice.
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Tang, the most powerful master of the deserted people, was seriously injured by the Taoist sect walking Ye Su. The war on the wasteland was at this moment, and it seemed that the ending could finally be clearly seen.
The sound of fighting on the battlefield gradually became low, and the desperate advance of the deserted people was finally blocked by the Southern Jin cavalry and the escort cavalry of the Xiling Temple, while the charge of more than 10,000 Tang cavalry in the West was so unstoppable.
Just before the deserted tribe was facing the disaster of extermination, a low and neat sound of chanting scriptures sounded. Those deserted warriors who were seriously injured and could no longer fight began to sing a scripture along with several elders.
That passage of scripture is not long, but the syllables are very complicated, and it is obviously not the popular Central Plains text. The people used the Central Plains text. It is more like the original text from the western front of Yuelun Kingdom, the soldiers of the desert and the leading singers.
The elders didn't know that passage of scripture, which came from the legendary scriptures of Heavenly Books.
As the sound of the scripture echoed on the wasteland, a faint breath began to emerge on the battlefield. This breath was extremely compassionate and extremely quiet, as if the blood and twists and deformations or falls from the battlefield.
The corpse cut through transparently shows the meaning of death and reincarnation.
The great elder of the deserted tribe stood up with difficulty with the help of a young man, looking at Tang who was kneeling on one knee in the middle of the battlefield, and a trace of determination appeared in the deep wrinkles on his face.
The great elder also began to chant the scriptures and recited the same passage. His voice was hoarse, but it was extremely bright, like the wind, blowing on the wasteland, almost like a shout.
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The tall figure standing in the tower of the giant chariot tower in the center of the Xiling Temple condensed slightly. The head sected the sutras on the wasteland and the shouts of the elder of the wilderness, thinking silently, if it weren't for those in the Hanging Temple.
If a monk does not obey the orders and refuses to come to the wasteland to help in the war, you will not even have this chance to fight for your life.
The great masters of the Buddhist sect in Hanging Temple are not there, so someone needs to fight with the great elders of the deserted people with their spirits. Otherwise, if the old man's almost shouting scriptures continue to float on the battlefield, then whether it is the coalition forces of the Central Plains or the Xiling Temple.
All of his escort cavalry will pay a very tragic price.
Faced with the shouts and chanting of the great elders of the deserted people, even the tall figure on the giant chariot could only protect themselves. So who is qualified to fight for his life? In the Xiling Temple coalition, only that old man is qualified.
The wrinkles on the face of the great priest Tianyu became deeper and deeper. He listened to the chanting of scriptures from the distance from the north and the old man's shouts, and said calmly: "Tianyu is dark, the beginning of light."
Then he said again: "Tianyu sacrifices, the beginning of goodness."
Finally he said: "The heavens are the beginning of light."
After saying these three sentences, the wrinkles on the face of the great priest Tianyu seemed to be engraved into his cheeks, flesh and even bones, and two extremely thick blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes.
Around the chariot where the great priest of Tianyu was located, the faces of the seven red-clothed priests had already been withered, their black hair suddenly turned white, and they had grown old for hundreds of years in an instant, and they had no breathing.
The elder of the Huangren slowly closed his eyes and fell backwards.
The young warrior who was supporting him didn't know what happened. He held his body and was speechless. The wounded people around him struggled to stand up and then kneel down.
The great elder's mental power is very strong, and there is still a very small gap compared to the great priest of Tianyu, who is the most powerful mental power in the Xiling Temple, so the final outcome is that he dies.
This is a seemingly simple but actually extremely dangerous war. The great priest of Tianyu finally consumed the lifespan of seven red-clothed priests before they won. The great elder of the deserted man did not use any deserted man until his death.
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In this sense, I don’t know who is stronger.
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