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Chapter 950 She's Back
When Yiqianzi closed his eyes, the originally slowly dark sky seemed to suddenly darken a lot.

Because the world is missing a little fox with red fur.

It has fallen from dawn to dusk, but on the battlefield, the bloody battle is still going on.

There are fewer and fewer people in the Hall of Death and Life, and the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.Even the defensive facilities built by Wanyu were completely destroyed.

In the end, Xuan Yi, Qi Qinglan, Yan Han, Zhu Wu, and Zhu Yan who were scattered all over the battlefield were all forced to one place.

Looking around, they have completely fallen into the enemy's line.

Qi Qinglan clenched the sword in her hand, her eyes were bloodshot, her chest heaved violently, and the armor made the sound of metal clashing.

"Are we... going to be unable to hold on..."

And the two veteran generals, Zhu Wu and Zhu Yan, were already in tears, muttering in their mouths:

"Master! Master! This old slave has lost the Great Hall of Death and Life. How can I see you again after I leave the ghost?"

Only Xuan Yi, after looking around, saw that apart from a small group of enemy troops surrounding them, the rest of the rebellious army was still shrinking inward.

Xuan Yi knew that Jing Shi Jialan was still alive.

Xuan Yi smiled wryly and let out a long sigh.

Although this battle has reached a point of no return, if Jing Shijialan hadn't held back nearly one-third of the enemy's army, the army of dead and alive would not be able to last at all.

From the very beginning, Jing Shijialan entered the center of the enemy line not to eradicate the Manzhu family, but to use his own power to attract the most attacks and give the remaining people a little more life.

In front of Xuan Yi is a vast enemy army.

But Xuan Yi took one step, and never retreated.

He didn't look back, but he knew that standing behind him was Yan Han.

Yan Han also turned her back to Xuan Yi, not retreating a step.

In the Hall of Death and Life, Xuan Yi and Yan Han spent several months together day and night, but they didn't even say a word.

They all know that there is no going back in the past; there will be no future.

No amount of entanglement will only increase the sadness.

At this point, at the end of their lives, they still don't say a word to each other.

Yes, there is only the pace of not retreating to death.

At this time, the enemy troops who were hesitant and no one dared to attack first, after a loud shout, all rushed towards the besieged Xuan Yi and others.

Xuan Yi and the others were determined to die, and after shouting loudly, they were ready to swing their swords to meet the enemy again.

Seeing that the weapons of the two armies were about to face each other again, they heard a loud and clear cry, shaking the eardrums and heartstrings of everyone present.

Immediately, a purple phoenix was seen approaching from the sky, flapping its huge wings, rushing straight towards Xuan Yi and the others.

The purple phoenix, the king of phoenixes, stretches its arms as long as a hundred men.

When such a huge monster came, it knocked down a lot of people in an instant, and then took Xuan Yi and others together, and left quickly.

They were rescued suddenly, and before they recovered, they saw a cloth bag hanging around Zihuang's neck.

Open it and see that there are five spirit cards.

That was the spirit card of the Fifth Poison Master originally enshrined in the Hall of Undead.

Bringing out all the most important things in the Hall of Death and Life, Jing Shijialan came out of the Hall of Death and Life today, and never thought about going back.

Looking down at the battlefield from Zihuang's back, Xuan Yi and the others finally saw Jing Shijialan.

Jing Shijialan's white clothes were already dilapidated and covered with blood.

But in the gray crowd, he was still so conspicuous.

At this moment, Xuan Yi and the others looked at Jing Shijialan, and Jing Shijialan also looked up at them.

Summoning Zihuang to take Xuan Yi and the others away, it was Jing Shijialan who was dying, the last breath of strength.

The current Jing Shajialan has lost even the strength to stand up and hold the sword.

With such a long distance, Xuan Yi and the others clearly couldn't hear anything.

However, when Jing Shijialan's sword dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, when Jing Shijialan slid down like ungraspable silk and fell straight to the ground, there was clearly a loud "bang" in their hearts.

"Jing Shijialan!!"

Jing Shijialan's knees landed on the ground, and before his body could fall forward, more than a dozen swords were stretched out in all directions, forming a tight circle, completely trapping Jing Shijialan's body.

Jing Shijialan's whole body was pressed against by the sword, and he couldn't even fall down.

However, Jing Shijialan, who was trapped in the formation of thousands of troops and was helpless, seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to raise his weak arm, all the soldiers around him reacted fiercely and blocked it with their swords.

However, Jing Shijialan didn't take the sword, he just untied one side of the armor, reached into his arms, and slowly took out something.

It was a spiritual card, Wanyan's spiritual card.

The original cold wood, being protected under the armor and above the heart for a whole day, has become a little warmer.

Jing Shijialan held the spirit tablet tightly in his arms, as if holding the person written on the spirit tablet.

Yan'er, I failed to defend the Hall of Death and Life for you. Now, I'm here to find you and apologize to you.

At this moment, above the sky, the last ray of skylight also disappeared.

it's dark.

On the high hill, Feng Nai looked at Jing Shijialan kneeling in the middle of the crowd, feeling quite good.

Feng Nagifu once again bent the bow and set the arrow, drew the bow fully, and pointed the arrow pointing directly at Zihuang who was leaving quickly.

The arrow burning Ziwei Tianhuo, like a poisonous snake, was looking for the direction of Zihuang, and approached quickly.

"It's all over..." Feng Nagifu said softly.

Seeing that the arrow was about to catch up with Zihuang, a gust of wind swept past like a wave and knocked down the arrow.

Almost at the same time, the gust of wind was like a butcher's knife, viciously inserted from the edge of the desert, and then lifted all the sand in the desert in one fell swoop.

At that moment, all the sand grains in the Northwest Uninhabited Land were swept into the wind.

The entire desert formed a sandstorm, which flooded into the human world in an instant, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth.

In the vast ocean of sand, millions of troops were defeated in an instant, let alone opening their eyes, even standing still, tens of thousands of people were swept into the sky in an instant.

There are clever ones who fill their mouths with sand, but still shout: "Pull together! Pull together!"

The result of this was that the human wall formed by dozens of people was rolled into the sky, like a flying banner.

Almost instantly, the original battlefield turned into a sea of ​​sand.

And everyone is a drowned person in the sand sea.

Except Jing Shijialan.

In the gust of wind, around Jing Shijialan, several tight barriers were erected, protecting Jing Shijialan within.

The sea of ​​sand was raging, and the storm was raging. There was not a grain of sand or a wisp of wind around Jing Shijialan.

The people without the enemy blocked him, and Jing Shijialan's weak body finally fell to the ground.

Under the eyes of Jing Shijialan, the tears of the right eye fell into the left eye, and the tears of the left eye fell into the sand.

"what……"

Jing Shijialan curled up holding the spiritual tablet, crying for the first time in his life.

She has come back.

　Here she comes! Here she comes!She's back with a new vest!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)