A Sword of Frost

Jiang Lingfei arrived in time, splitting his hands and knocking the mad Wu En to the ground, and the soldiers on the side immediately rushed forward and tied it with a rope. Gegen also stumbled and ran back at this time, Jiang Lingfei commanded: "All mad people will be handed over to you and Vice Admiral Zhou. This witchcraft evil gate, if it cannot be bound, including your brother, kill without pardon!"

"Yes." Gegan's back sweated and nodded in shock. "Master Jiang is assured, I know what to do!"

Jiang Lingfei turned over and ran towards the front.

The horn cut through the sky, and the lonely star in the sky was cold.

Ji Yanran wore a black armor and squatted beside the bed. "Wait for me to come back."

Yun Yifeng nodded: "Okay."

But don't worry about it. After Ji Yanran left, he still walked out of the camp with his clothes on in order to see what was going on outside. After suppressing those captives who suddenly went mad, the army has restored order, without the confusion and noisy imagination. The soldiers are running in line according to the organization, holding the long | guns, torches everywhere, Light up the night like day.

Li Yi limped, and was assisted by two soldiers, with more gauze wrapped around his head. Once he complained about the authorities, he was completely sincere and didn't even think he was deceived by the "friends of the rivers and lakes". Only when he didn't master the essentials, otherwise the gadget was broken and he wanted to ask how to repair it.

Yunyi Fengdao said: "So long, really never pressed?"

Li Yong patted his thigh, of course not. I always remember what you said.

Yun Yifeng returned to the camp, and after a moment, he took out a white leather wristband and replaced the old wooden box for him.

Li Zhi puzzled and studied the clever secret buckle for a long time: "What is this time again?"

"The real storm needle." Yun Yifeng urged: "The war is imminent, and Pingle Wang must also be more careful."

Li Yan promised again and again that he heard the phrase "real" and didn't respond that he was wearing fake stuff all the time, only comforting: "Playing a night wolf witch clan is a piece of cake for seven brothers, you Don't worry too much, just wait here. "

Not far away, the drumming of the attack was already sounding.

With Wu En and the captives having gone mad first, everyone has a bottom in mind, probably knowing what they are about to face. The blaze of fire on the battlefield illuminated the **** and lively faces of the Allied soldiers, and the opposite of it was the entire deadly black on the opposite side, such as the pale white mask in the dry mud loach, and the ghost face changed its heart. Became a ghost.

Lin Ying was shocked and looked at Ji Yanran tentatively. He originally thought that although these ghost-faced people were fascinated for a while and joined the cult and the night wolf tribe, after all, they were not big evils. If they could be saved, they would still want to save one. But at this moment, it seems that ... it is inevitable that there will be a fierce battle.

Unlike the usual two armies, this time there is no coach or even a leader. I did n’t know where I was hiding, but I sent out this puppet army that could not see the edge, such as the billowing smoke and turbulent waves, and weird torn roars in his throat toward the Alliance army Howling came.

Ji Yanran has a sword out of the sheath.

Behind him are tens of thousands of young soldiers. In fact, they have never seen such an opponent. They are stiff and stingy. If you usually walk on the street, Leng Buding meets two or two strange people dressed like this, but I'm afraid they will be frightened, but now, but at this time, in the face of the dense black robe face that can't see at a glance At that time, everyone was suddenly not afraid again. They all held the knife in their hands and had only one idea in their hearts-they must not be allowed to leave the desert grass dunes, they must not be allowed to invade the Gobi and grasslands, and invade the border of the beam.

If viewed from a high altitude, this alliance army forms a sensible dividing line. In front of it is the terrible terrible evil spirit, who is roaring and roaring, and in the far back, there are white tents, cows and sheep with low wind and grass, stars and dew with wet grass, working. One day the herdsmen had slept quietly, and the whole beam had fallen asleep.

Lin Ying took the lead and rushed into the enemy. The red sword was sprayed with red blood mist everywhere. Yerten led his army to kill from the right. Only at this time, he barely considered the same with Ji Yanran, dragged a blue sharp knife in his hand, and easily cut off the heads of dozens of people, and surrounded him. The armed forces of the Kudzu tribe were all first-class warriors, riding the best war horses and killing the sky.

A warrior of the Yunzhu tribe was hit to the ground, and the ghost-faced people around him immediately tangled up like leeches smelling blood. Fortunately, Yinzhu arrived in time and waved his sword to rescue him. Originally intended to kill the front again, but a **** shadow rushed over, lying on her horse, and opened her mouth to bite.

"The boss is careful!" Someone exclaimed behind him.

Yin Zhu kicked him down, and a panic thought flashed in his heart-these people could not be killed.

In other words, unless they can't stand up, they don't seem to feel pain at all, even if they are bleeding, they will stagger into the next round of slaughter.

Soon, the rest also discovered it. The enemy who is not afraid of death is already very difficult to deal with, and this time the other party is not only afraid of death, not even the pain. This alone can offset the difference in numbers between the two sides. Even more frightening, when the ordinary army is defeated, it may surrender and will actively drop its sword and beg for mercy, but they will not, this group of irrational ghosts are fighting blindly and frantically to the last minute of.

I never wanted to keep them alive.

At this time, the culprit may have left the desert grass dunes, with a huge amount of wealth plundered from the believers, and found a place again, and began to live incognito. Isn't that true for cults? With the broken and **** tears of tens of thousands of families, a bright and blood-stained "God" is enshrined. When it comes to the end, "His Royal Highness King Xiao and the leaders of the 13 tribes will be **** and cruel. It is rumored that it will be used to pave the way for the next great upheaval and resurgence. It is extremely dirty.

Ears screamed endlessly, and the war ignited the whole grass mound, spreading to the distance with the howling wind. The moon finally showed a half face from behind the dark clouds. The battlefield was illuminated more brightly, and it was more like a ghost realm. The war-horse warrior stepped over the fire. On the side of the red-eyed soldiers, it was shaking, leaving only half The ghosts of the body, the dust and the internal organs are mixed together, dripping dripping.

Jiang Lingfei is covered with blood, the blood of others. From the moon to the moon, it has long been impossible to count how many people were killed, the battlefield, the flames, the casualties ... His eyes were black and dark as the deepest lake, but there was no emotion. At this moment, death has become one of the most common words. In the meditation, he even feels that a certain soul is coming through the clouds, leading thousands of horses, and killing enemies with himself and fighting in blood. .

Allied camps were also attacked.

A small group of ghost-faced people did not know where they came in, and they slashed everywhere with a knife. When Li Kuai saw this scene for the first time, the soul was frightened, and he instinctively hid behind Yun Yifeng. Hurry back to the tent! "

Yun Yifeng was helpless: "What about the hidden weapon I gave you? Press!"

Realizing that, Li stretched his left arm straight, and "slammed" his right hand.

Hundreds of cows shot with poisonous needles and penetrated the chests of those ghostly people. The other party just shook it a little, and then continued to pounce forward. Li Ye didn't see the silver needle ejection at all, so he just cried without tears and said, "Why is it bad?" Life is bitter!

Yun Yifeng's palms were cold. He realized the seriousness of the matter and dragged Li Zhi into his tent with his collar: "Keep on!"

"No!" Li Min said anxiously. "You still have injuries. Where are you going?"

Yun Yifeng had already picked up the flying sword on the table and strode out of the camp.

The number of ghosts in this squad is small, and the soldiers stationed in the camp are sufficient. Yun Yifeng didn't delay too much. He pulled the Cuihua horsewhip and threw it, and the headwind rushed towards the front. When Li Xun's legs and feet chased out softly, he had no time to see a snow-colored back.

...

On the battlefield, Fei Shuangyu jumped down from the high post and ran towards the distance. Ji Yanran clenched the stable with one hand, and the vast wind lifted his cloak high, and dried the contaminated blood on Long Yin. After nearly a night of fierce assassination, most of the ghost-faced men have fallen to the ground. The remaining ones are enough to deal with, and he is now going to do another thing.

No matter which book of soldiers, it is said that the thief captures the king first.

"Drive!" On the wasteland, two horses were galloping side by side. Suddenly, he felt a bit obscure, and felt that he had been deceived by this cult leader. He had originally been a bandit in a barren dune, and when he did a good job, it suddenly appeared that a person would pull himself to be rich and rich. It sounds like an inestimable prospect. Who knows how to end up this way-not to mention the alliance army of the beams and the 13 tribes, let alone the old nest.

The only comfort is the gold and silver buried under the desert, enough to splurge for three or four lifetimes.

Thinking about this, he touched the long knife on his waist, and inevitably moved other thoughts. After all, it is also two thousand gold. There is still a big difference between one flower and two people. He seemed to guess his thought and laughed mockingly: "The vision of the patriarch is so short-sighted."

Inserted the knife back fiercely, and sneered in disdain.

However, although he returned to the sheath, the puppet was still shot down in the sand by a huge force, a blood spewed out, his eyes stared straight ahead, and for a while, he turned back tremblingly.

Ji Yanran slashed his horse and looked at him coldly.

Behind him was a round of Jin Yang spraying thinly.

Seeing that the situation was not so good, he gritted his knife and killed him. Being the patriarch of the Night Wolf Witch clan, his kung fu is quite capable of matching his ambitions. A silver sword made the clouds flow, and even when the head was smashed, even the dragonsword was shaken slightly.

Ji Yanran frowned: "You also took medicine."

He was horrified at the bottom of his heart. He instinctively glanced at the puppet on the ground, and wanted to ask another word, but the body had begun to be out of control, and the darkness gradually attacked the brain. Burned by the fire, the only enemies in front of me are left.

Like a wild beast, he entangled Ji Yanran. He took the opportunity to climb up on his horse and wanted to continue to run away, but a black horse fell from the sky, and the iron hoof hit his shoulders heavily, kicking the bone and crushing it.

At the same time, Ji Yanran cut off the fierce first stage with his backhand, and his beard-bearded head rolled down a few times on the ground, bringing out a piece of blood that was dirty and smelly.

Yun Yifeng was dressed in white, his expression was innocent, and his sword was too late.

I knew you could fix it, then I won't come.

This is good, but we have to be trained again.

So quickly please: "I was wrong."

Ji Yanran said: "Dare to dare next time."

Yun Yifeng: "..."

I dare not, really.

Several relatives also caught up at this time, Ji Yanran threw the puppets to them, and asked, "Do you really want to go to the battlefield so much?"

Yun Yifeng pondered for a moment, always felt that there was a trap behind this remark, and said, "I don't want to, I just want to lie in the quilt."

Having said that, I took Cuihua's **** and wanted to run, but Ji Yanran grabbed her wrist and pulled it to her.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

The master of Cloud Gate was still thinking about whether he could hypocritically evade two sentences, but Fei Shuangyu had already stepped on his four hoofs and rushed towards the battlefield like a thunderbolt.

Cuihua: "..."

The wind blew his cheeks and killed him.

This is really not a good place for romance.

Yun Yifeng was held in his arms by his entire body. Opening his eyes was a bright red blood, and then opening his eyes again was a head flying forward.

The war is coming to an end, but the killing gas has not diminished at all, but it is more and more depressed as the darkness before dawn. The corpses were piled up like mountains, with broken limbs struggling to stretch out, as if still wanting to stand, fingers exposed with bones were convulsed, and the ground was also dug out.

Yun Yifeng felt trembling.

Even though he had been accustomed to killing, even though he had suffered a lot since he was born, it was still inevitable that his body was cold. Compared with the war and the tens of thousands of killings, the individual's mood is too small, such as a millet in the sea, a dust in the sky and the earth, it is almost negligible. Only when the flames of war are extinguished and the country is stable, can the farmer catch the cows at leisure in the evening and sunset, the merchants can spit and calculate this account, the literati can splash the ink in the drunken drunk, and the girl can embroider the handkerchief with peace of mind, and then stand on the Lantern Festival Under the lights, she blushed and threw it to her sweetheart.

These soldiers are guarding the country, and all ordinary people's three meals a day, with their ordinary mourning and joy.

Thinking of this, Yun Yifeng almost paid tribute to Ji Yanran. He only knew that he was a general, and he was to guard the rivers and mountains and the people, but he did not think about how heavy the word "shou" was, so at this moment, everything was presented to the eyes in the most cruel and real situation. He I'm afraid I can't write even the seventeen or eight scholars who have been caught in my heart.

When the last ghost-faced man fell, the armor of each Allied general was blood-stained. They held their swords, dragged their exhausted bodies, and sat on the ground, sitting in the **** of Shura field. No one spoke.

To the sound of the sky, only the horn sounded.

The fires burned the barren dunes.

Ji Yanran asked the person in Huaizhong: "Why not stop talking?"

Yun Yi's windbreaker was covered with blood, such as drumming her heartbeat has not completely calmed down: "I haven't figured out how to boast."

Ji Yanran lowered his head and gave a quick poke at the corner of his lips.

Yun Yifeng: "..."

The two were at a high place at this time, and this dear, everyone saw it.

The scorching sun is heading, and the wind is huge.

The general Xuanjia sword, the son of black hair.

After a short period of silence, there was a shuddering laughter, and finally there was a trace of lively air on the deadly battlefield.

The Cloud Gate owner went out with the sword male stunned, and the momentum was quite strong, but half of the enemies did not hack, but he was kissed in public, and the momentum suddenly diminished. The pony slipped back.

Li Yizheng was waiting at the camp. When he saw him, he burst into tears, his face filled with tears, joy and sadness, and he stuttered for a long time. It was said that when the ghost-faced men attacked the camp, Pingle Wang bravely raised a knife and helped to kill and kill the two.

Yun Yifeng perfunctory: "Congratulations."

Li Yan said firmly: "I'm a big man now!"

Yun Yi wind said: "Yes, yes, yes."

Li Yan asked again, "Where am I?"

Yun Yifeng replied, "I didn't find it."

Li Yan opened his mouth blankly: "Ah?"

According to the public's previous thinking, the Red Crow Church took away Su Minghou's family, and it was definitely going to work together to do something big, but nobody knew that there was no shadow. In fact, Yun Yifeng is also puzzled about this matter. I can't say that Yang Boqing was brainwashed and became one of the ghosts? That's too ... somehow.

Li Yan was still sighing, Yun Yifeng had already entered the tent, and poured three large cups of herbal tea in one breath. As for whether the scalding was because of his frail body, or if he was kissed by His Royal Highness alive, it doesn't matter. In short, he doesn't plan to go out today anymore.

Li Yan sighed for a while, then thought for a while, and felt that he was safe in the barracks, so he put Aside for a while and stepped forward to take care of another big event: "The battle was won, you Not ... "He rubbed his fingers, his face unpredictable.

Yun Yifeng said, "What do you rub, I owe you money?"

"What owes me money." Li Yan dragged the bench again, and squeezed to his side, "celebrate it." If it was written in the storybook, this is also a fairy tale.

Yun Yifeng: "..."

Li Yan continued to ask: "When will the seventh brother return?"

"It's early." Yun Yi wind said, "The battle is over, and the mess has not been cleaned up yet. How are those mad captives, haven't they died?"

"Mr. Mei gave them medicine, and they were unconscious," Li said. "Is the culprit caught?"

"Yeah," Yun Yifeng said, "I'm guessing it's under trial now to see if I can spit out antidote."

Even if he disregarded the more than thirty captives, at least he had to rescue Wu En, the other party was in danger alone, and he knew that Stonehenge was buried with explosives, and he was still willing to destroy the battlefield. This is a first-class warrior. Just be alive.

The account is still noisy. The wounded soldiers and war horses need to be treated. It is dark when they are busy.

凫 徯 After the soup was poured by Meizhusong, although he woke up, he bite and refused to say the antidote. He didn't respond when he heard Yang Boqing's name, only staring at the crowd with black holes. Yerten looked irritable, and stood up and walked out: "Kill them together, and save another mess."

Lin Ying told Ji Yanran: "It's better to give it to his subordinates. Wang Ye rest assured that he will find a way to pry open his mouth."

Ji Yanran nodded: "There is work."

It is noon the next day until everything is done. Ji Yanran got dizzy and went back to his camp account. After a quick wash, he had no appetite to eat, and fell asleep. Yun Yifeng covered him with a quilt. When he went out, he saw that Li Yan was standing in place, carrying his hands, shaking his head and sighing, sighing, oh, did my seventh brother know what he had missed?

Yunmen raised his hand.

King Pingle narrowed his neck and ran faster than the thief.

Lin Ying was coming over with a stack of confession, saying that he couldn't stand the torture, and finally let go. Senior Mei was already studying the antidote based on his confession. As for the whereabouts of Su Minghou's family, it seemed that he really didn't know-even like he had never heard of it.

Li Xun asked, "What does it mean that I haven't heard it? Isn't my Xuan taught away by the Red Crow, but someone else?"

Lin Yingdao: "For the time being, indeed."

Yun Yifeng speculated: "So the other side chopped off the fingers of the people in the middle of the house with great fanfare, and made some altars pretending to be gods and ghosts, just to mislead us to think about the Red Crow cult, thereby hiding the true movement of the Yang family?"

Lin Ying said: "It should be."

Who will it be? Yun Yifeng frowned, thinking of the three times, trying to provoke the backhand behind the contradiction between Li Yan and Ji Yanran.

The haunting souls are not scattered.

...

Ji Yanran slept for six hours. It was dark and drowsy, and it was rare to wake up, discerning where he was for a long time.

The brazier on the ground was still burning, dissipating the coldness of midnight, the quilt was warm and warm, the person in his arms was breathing long, and he was sleeping soundly. The fragrance in the pillows was like a cherry forest in spring.

So he couldn't bear it anymore, tightening his arms tighter, lowering his head to that cool hair, thinking about some post-war things in his mind. The night wolf tribe is gone. If Yerten is right, he is one step closer to the blood Ganoderma. As for the third condition that has no roots ... Thinking of this, his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled and his hands are not. I consciously stroked on the thin back, wanting to exchange for a peace of mind.

In this way, Yun Yifeng should wake up even if he fell asleep.

"I'm so noisy to you?" Ji Yan then stopped after knowing.

Yun Yifeng stood up, holding his voice and said, "I want some water."

Ji Yanran got out of bed, poured warm tea for him, and drank three or four glasses by himself.

Coarse tea enters the throat, and is no longer thirsty or sleepy.

Ji Yanran leaned on the head of the bed, her coat fluffed loosely, revealing a sturdy chest, with a few new injuries on her head. He continued to think about his heart, so he only patted the person on the pillow with only a hand, a pair of eyes reflected the fire, a little more lazy and gentle than usual, and a little inexplicable ... how to say, Ruoyun The doorkeeper would embroider the quilt, but I was afraid that he would pull out the needlework basket on the spot and embroider him seventy or eighty in one go.

The color makes Zhizhi faint and human nature.

It is this "color" that is born too tall and mighty, and it is not easy to drag the sick body lightly.

Ji Yanran: "..."

Yun Yifeng pulled his belt and asked, "Can't you take it off?"

His Royal Highness King Xiao was silent for a moment: "Yes."

Outside the tent there were patrolling and speaking of soldiers. Although the heavy curtain was firmly fixed to the ground, when the wind was stronger, it still slipped in a bit of cool air, blowing everyone into a small cricket. Ji Yanran didn't say anything about pulling the quilt, covering the person strictly, just when the host of Cloud Gate secretly lamented that it was bad, and felt that Bacheng was going to be forced to sleep well, a soft touch came from his lips.

Ji Yanran pressed his hand to the side of the pillow, kissed affectionately and hotly, intertwined with his rapid breathing, and it should be hot even on a cold night. The silk satin brocade was rubbed into a ball, covering his head and covering his legs. In this dark and narrow space, Yun Yifeng felt that he would almost be fused by his dying kisses and love words, and his entire face was Hot, hotter body, red | bare feet are hanging outside, blown by the cold wind without a trace of warmth, more and more like a cold fine jade.

The conditions in the army were difficult. His royal family's candlesticks could not match even the rich people.

Yun Yifeng was lying in the pillow, black hair like satin slipped over his shoulder, and the scald burn was about to fade away. I wonder if it was a psychological effect. I always felt that the newly grown skin was more itchy, such as this time After being swept away by the breath, he was already shrinking and trying to hide. Ji Yanran held his thin waist and leaned down to hug the person tighter into his arms.

"Don't be afraid."

The low, hoarse words made Yun Yifeng tremble with it, turning his head to look at her, but covering his eyes gently.

In this way, the world is left with floral fragrance.

When it was about to dawn, the empty porcelain jar rolled to the ground, "snapped", and even the lid broke.

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