Heavenly Dragon

A gust of wind rose from the ground, sweeping across the world, flying sand and rocks, and billowing dust and smoke in an instant. Countless soldiers swayed and retreated in the gust of wind, and some of them were directly blown into the air.

This is a natural disaster, which makes people unable to connect with manpower, but just now everyone saw that it was the majestic man who pushed forward such a huge wind with his palms, creating such a great trend.

All the people were terrified and trembling. They had pierced their armor in all battles. They had never seen any scenes, what kind of momentum they had never encountered. Life and death had long been forgotten for them. Everyone who stepped on the battlefield Having already buried half of their bodies in the loess, what else in the world can shake their hearts.

But at this moment, this almost weird scene, which can be called a miracle, made each of them spontaneously feel angry, chill, and timid.

The violent wind gradually calmed down, and the flying rocks and sand in the air gradually fell down, hitting everyone's heads and covering their bodies, but everyone didn't care about these.

They stared blankly at the front, their limbs were so stiff that they couldn't move, bang, bang, Duan Zhengming violently shook his sleeves, and then his whole body was shaken, his energy surged, and the dust on his body was shaken away.

At this time, he looked up and looked forward, but Wu Wu and others had disappeared, as if they had disappeared out of thin air, and were swept away by the sudden gust of wind, but this gust of wind was made by Wu Wu, so how could it be Will be swept away, thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and his gaze shot to the distance, where the remaining dozen or so people from the Jianghu were running desperately towards the distance under the leadership of nothingness, one by one at an extremely fast speed, in a panic.

Just when he was hesitating whether to continue the pursuit, beside him, Sima Fan Hua, one of the three lords, had already flicked off the dust from his body. Wu Wu and the others immediately yelled, "All officers and men listen to the order, quickly attack me with all your strength, and we must wipe out all the rebels." The hatred for these people in the Jianghu surged in his heart.

As soon as all the soldiers heard his words, they all turned their heads to look at the leading general, but they saw that Lu surnamed raised his long sword and swung it forward, "chase", and then rushed forward at the head of the horse, followed by all the soldiers Follow it.

After fleeing and chasing, they quickly disappeared from the sight of Duan Zhengming and others, and all rushed into a dense forest in front of them, disappearing without a trace.

"Your Majesty, are you all right?" Fan Hua turned around and asked Duan Zhengming worriedly. Duan Zhengming waved his hand, "I'm all right, let's see how the others are doing?"

The few people looked around at the moment, and found that there was nothing serious except for a few people who suffered minor injuries. As for the three elders of Youshan and the chief escort of Tianwei Escort, Zhao Baxian, they were all shot Stabbed to death.

Presumably those later soldiers didn't know them and regarded them as a group with those Jiang Hu people, "Your Majesty, Fan Sima, look quickly", at this moment Zhu Danchen shouted loudly.

"What's the matter?" Duan Zhengming walked over, and asked in a deep voice, Fan Hua also moved forward, looked at Zhu Danchen's body, his eyes widened immediately, and he called out sadly: "Old bus", you are one step ahead He snatched it up and hugged a corpse on the ground.

"Old bus?" Duan Zhengming came to his senses immediately, and looked again. Isn't it Sikongba Tianshi that Fan Hua is holding in his arms?Wasn't he sent down the mountain by me?Could it be that he was killed in the chaos after he came up?Thinking of this, Duan Zhengming was saddened. In today's battle, Dali's three princes have gone to the second place. There is only Sima Fan Hua left. Looking at Fan Hua who is still sad there, his brows are deeply frowned. .

The Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations has high cliffs and deep valleys, steep cliffs on both sides, and prominent dangerous rocks. It looks terrifying and dangerous at all times. Below it is a dense pine forest, forming the bottom of the valley.

In the dense forest, Wu Wudang led a group of people to gallop forward at a high speed. None of these people who survived was intact.

The battle just now left traces of battle on his body. Everyone had at least several wounds on his body, blood soaked his clothes, and some even lost an arm, and the broken arm was bloody and bloody. , The bones are thick, and the blood has been stopped.

But they didn't dare to stop to take a rest, because behind them, the sound of shouting and killing was still resounding. sound.

All this again shows that the enemy is not far behind. If there is a slight delay, they will be forced to fight again. When they think of the battle just now, their hearts tremble. It is an indelible nightmare in their lives.

Nothingness ran at the front to lead the way, and those people followed closely. Although they didn't know where they would be taken, but at this moment, the only way to be safe was to follow him.

A group of people turned to the left for a while, turned to the right for a while, twisted and turned, and within a short time all the soldiers behind them were thrown away. voice.

Everyone's hearts gradually relaxed, and after following the nothingness for about a quarter of an hour, they had already left the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations and came to an empty space.

Arriving here, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as they relaxed, the fatigue and pain on their bodies also hit their hearts one by one, and the soreness spread all over the body, and everyone felt a burst of weakness and fatigue.

In twos and threes, everyone randomly found a place to sit down and rest, and then took out healing medicines such as gold sore medicine from their bosoms to apply and bandage them, and some immediately sat down cross-legged to adjust their inner breath.

No one has the strength to say a word, they are all silently doing their own things. After this great battle, a haze has shrouded their hearts forever, and I am afraid it will be difficult to let it go in this life. .

"Ah", a man with a broken left hand gritted his teeth and cried out in pain. Beads of sweat rolled down his face immediately. His right hand tightly held a piece of cloth, which wrapped the wound on his left arm, leaving traces of dirt on it. Blood seeped from between the cloth strips.

Pacha, a man covered in blood, grabbed his right leg with both hands, abruptly reattached his broken bones amidst the sound of bones, rolled up his trousers, and wiped some on his leg. A dark green liquid, this liquid exudes a strong smell of medicinal materials.

After the hearty battle, there are endless sequelae of pain. The world only sees the heartiness and shock of the battle, but few people see the painful pain behind the scenery.