Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, tangling in the nostrils, making people feel nauseous.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

The wind blew past the ears, bringing the sound of tragic fighting in the distance.

As far as the eye could see, there was a mess, with new corpses falling on top of old ones, and the corpses of comrades in arms and the corpses of enemy soldiers were next to each other.On this day, tens of thousands of lives were lost. No one knew whose hands they died, and no one knew who they killed. Some people did not understand why there was a war until their death.

The two riders stood on the hillside close to Yunzhong City, looking at the battlefield for a long time.

When they arrived here, the war had already started, Ying Qiu and the Tuoba army were fighting together, it was difficult to tell who was who.One life after another fell, and they didn't know if there were any people they knew well among those who fell. [

"Sir, it looks like Duanhua hasn't arrived yet, will he not come?" The little book boy turned his head suspiciously and looked at Menghua's side face.

That face, which was five points similar to Duanhua's, looked extremely pale in the spring sunshine, as if it would turn into countless stars and disappear with the wind at any time.

Menghua hasn't smiled for a long time, he seems to disdain to pretend his inner emotions.In fact, he has always been very depressed. Since he stepped out of the land of Biye, every step he takes is closer to death. It is better to die in his own hands than to die in the hands of others.

"Sir, shall we join the General?"

Xiaoshutong doesn't care about Menghua's gloom, if a person's life does not belong to him, and will be terminated by the people around him at any time, I believe no one will be happy.Menghua has done a good job. She has been smiling all these years, as if she is always very confident, but when death is approaching, everyone will feel fear.

Menghua didn't answer, as if she wasn't listening to the little book boy at all, and was always looking at the bloody battlefield.

He was looking for someone, a woman, a woman who was neither enemy nor friend.

At the moment when a large group of Tuoba fighters fell, he found the woman he was looking for.

Raising his whip and spurting his horse, Menghua swooped towards the battlefield where swords had no eyes.He is a strategist, without martial arts, he will surely die when he enters the battlefield, but he rushed into the battlefield recklessly.

The little book boy was startled, and he didn't understand what Menghua's behavior meant, because it was too sudden, and he didn't have time to think deeply, so he had to follow behind, blocking wave after wave of life-threatening attacks for Menghua.

Menghua's eyes were tightly locked on the only woman on the battlefield.

The woman's face was covered in blood, and it was unknown whether it belonged to her or someone else's.He could barely recognize her face, but he recognized that thin figure. He had watched her, watched her, and looked at her quietly from a distance countless times. It was hard for him to forget her figure.

Sometimes he would think, maybe he spent more time looking at her than Duanhua, he could find her among tens of thousands of people, but Duanhua might not be able to do it.

The saber that was slashing at Menghua was blocked by the little book boy one by one, but Menghua subconsciously hoped that he would die on the way to chase her, on the battlefield, or in the hands of the enemy, so that he would not have to approach her according to his own consciousness. She, many things can be buried forever with his death.

As the distance drew closer, the little book boy also saw Zixi.

Zixi didn't seem to notice them, and was slowly moving towards them driven by the flow of people.

The little book boy suddenly realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.