The Prodigies War

Late at night.

In Lintian's room, ABI squatted on the ground and drank bottle after bottle of spirits. Tears could not stop falling from her face.

Since Lintian told her about Hu Tong's death, she has been like this. She seems to have lost her soul and is helpless.

Lintian sat and watched quietly, but his mood was quite complicated.

Hutong is dead.

The body was found on the battlefield. It was already broken. Its eyes, nose, heart... Almost everywhere was used as booty and was dug up by the enemy. It died too tragically.

When Lintian found Hu Tong's body yesterday, he could hardly believe his eyes.

A top person in yanlunjing, an old strong man who has been galloping on the blood killing battlefield for seven years, died like this

Lintian remembered the time when he had been drinking with Hu Tong a few days ago. It seemed that Hu Tong's heroic and hearty laughter sounded in his ears.

Finally, ABI was still drunk and lay on the ground with some vague words in her lips. Even though her eyes were closed, tears were flowing down.

Lintian picked her up and put her on the bed, while he sat on one side in a daze.

Death and parting is undoubtedly the most painful thing in the world.

And how many times has ABI experienced the same separation as today in these years in this bloodkilling battlefield?

When the news of the death of friends, comrades in arms and partners appears again and again, who can bear the blow and grief?

Lintian remembered that the first time he saw ABI, it was very late at night. She was alone and kneeling on the ground, crying in a low voice.

"Bloodkilling battlefield... Perhaps the cruelest thing is not fighting, but the blow and sadness brought by death..."

"Everyone may face death. No one is sure who will die first, but as long as you live, you may have to face the bad news that happens inadvertently..."

"The taste may be deeply felt only in the battlefield of killing blood."

Lintian's thoughts were flying. He took a deep breath for a long time, and his black eyes flashed a firmness, "one day, all this will change..."

"The enemy will eventually be destroyed, and the Obsidian flower will never be defeated!"

Lintian suddenly realized that maybe Zhao Tai sent himself to the blood killing battlefield to witness all this.

……

In the following days, the atmosphere in the bloodkilling battlefield became tense, and the army of the Witch and barbarian family went out frequently and roared on the battlefield, becoming more active and belligerent than ever before.

On the imperial side, the defense line was tightened and turned from attack to defense.

Even so, the situation is still not optimistic.

All imperial practitioners knew that they had little material left, and could only hold on until the next time they opened the passage to the Empire.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to engage in a large-scale war with the enemy. Otherwise, once there is a shortage of materials, the imperial camp will fall into civil strife and collapse without waiting for the enemy to kill.

The witch barbarians took this opportunity and began to attack frequently and dispatch their troops recklessly to give a heavy blow to the imperial camp.

The situation is serious!

Even Lintian deeply realized this.

In camp 7, the number of casualties of imperial practitioners who went out to fight increased significantly, and the shadow of death was like a haze, enveloping the hearts of every imperial practitioner.

The atmosphere in the camp became more and more gloomy and depressed. There was no excitement in the past. There was a smell of killing and tension everywhere.

……

This day.

Blood killing battlefield, silver snow ridge

"Kill!"

A large army of witches and barbarians with a size of more than 1000 people rushed out with a vigorous figure and rushed up with a heavy sword when they just passed Yinxue mountain.

At the beginning, the wuman army was surprised and immediately burst into laughter.

Their faces showed ferocious disdain one by one. An imperial female monk jumped out foolishly. Where is this ambush? It's clear that she died!

This situation is indeed somewhat absurd. A person, faced with thousands of witches and elite armies, seems too small and unbearable.

But on the contrary, she seems fearless, coming head-on, with a vigorous figure, like a strong wind, moving forward bravely!

She has a head of millet colored hair flying in the wind, and the sword in her hand is wrapped with a sharp evil spirit. She is like a brave man fighting to death alone. Although ten thousand people are gone.

This man is Abby!

Poof! Poof!

As soon as there was a confrontation, two powerful witches were killed and their blood burst. They were stunned when they were dying. They still couldn't believe that such a woman really dared to fight with their army to the death.

The enemy was a little restless. They were all angry and shouted. They surrounded ABI like a tide to erase it.

ABI looked fearless, and her beautiful face was almost numb calm. Only a pair of clear eyes glittered with the color of hatred like fire.

Kill!

She clenched her silver teeth and impacted recklessly, like forgetting life and death, throwing everything behind her head, just trying to kill as many enemies as possible.

When a person no longer cares about life and death, he is either forced to the extreme, or has retreated.

ABI is different. She just wants to kill the enemy!

Her former comrades in arms, friends and partners passed away one after another, which made her almost collapse and filled her heart with endless grief and hatred.

It's better to die in killing the enemy than to live like this!

Kill!

The blood was flying and shooting, and the roar of the enemy sounded one after another. The eyes were full of red color.

ABI is happy in her heart. Although shocking scars have already appeared on her body, and the blood dyed her into a blood man, she feels very happy!

It seems that as long as one more enemy is killed, her inner grief and hatred can be vented once, and those lost comrades in arms can die in peace!

However, she is only a person after all. Even though she is not afraid of life and death, she is too small and unbearable in the face of thousands of witches and barbarians.

Just for a moment, she had suffered a heavy blow and was besieged there. It was like a trapped animal still fighting and could be killed at any time.

ABI had no mood swings at all. She fought all her battles like a madman.

The resolute and fierce posture even surprised and moved those powerful witches, and immediately became angry.

How dare a woman despise them so much!

Kill!

They were also completely angered and attacked with all their strength.

"Hahaha, a bunch of bastards. Even if my aunt dies today, she will pull you on your back!"

ABI was laughing, her tears were streaming out, her blood was gurgling, and even her beautiful long millet hair was dyed red.

She's not crazy. She knows death is not far away.

But so what?

Yes, if you die, why should you be afraid?

Shua!

A sharp bone gun came and tore up the void. It killed ABI town with an unstoppable terror.

ABI knew that she couldn't stop it, but she didn't step back. Instead, she rushed up. Ignoring the possibility of being pierced into her chest, she cut off the owner of the bone gun with a sword.

Life for life!

ABI seemed to have been waiting for this moment, determined to the point where there was no hesitation!

However, before the bright bone gun fell, it broke from the middle, and the head of the owner of the bone gun was thrown up.

It's too fast!

It's too late for ABI to respond. The enemy has been ambushed and killed.

This

ABI was stunned.

Puff, puff... A dull noise sounded one after another nearby, and I saw that the enemy besieged nearby was killed on the spot at almost the same time!

The corpse on the ground was red, and the nearby area was covered with blood.

Buzz!

Also at this time, ABI saw that a broken blade as white as snow and as transparent as a touch of streamer floated in front of her, filled with a clear and holy silver glow.

"Go!"

A voice sounded in her ear. ABI had no time to respond, so she was grabbed by someone and fled to a very far distance.

"How is it you again!"

ABI finally saw the familiar face clearly, but she was not moved. Instead, she was a little angry and shouted, "why do you want to save me? I want to die and you have to take care of it?"

"If you want to die, you can't die in the hands of the enemy!"

Lintian was the one who came. He looked calm and his voice was calm, but there was an indisputable smell.

ABI was struggling, but where could she break away from Lintian's arm?

"Chase!"

In the rear, a group of powerful witches roared and were completely angered. Just a couple of dogs and men, they dared to treat them as nothing. It would be a great shame if they escaped.

"Kill!"

They are fierce, like the tide, crazy impact.

However, as far as Lintian was concerned, although there were a large number of people in this army, almost all of them were at the level of witch brute force. Even if they were the leader, they were just a strong person in the spirit enlightenment realm.

In Lintian's eyes, such forces were not worth a sunburn.

Poof poof!

I saw the broken blade sweeping the air, crisscross, waving a dreamlike brightness, whistling and shuttling through the void. At the same time, one after another Witch and man were killed on the spot.

Too sharp!

The broken blade was manipulated by Lintian with his divine sense. It was like a ghost, which vividly interpreted the power of "divine soldiers".

In just a few breaths, dozens of powerful witches and barbarians were killed like paper paste, like the wind rolling the clouds, destroying the dry and decaying!

There were sharp screams and bursts of angry roars in the field. Those who were strong and powerful were shocked, some frightened and unbelievable.

They really can't imagine how a young man can be so terrible, just like the legendary young demon god named "Lin 12".

The only difference is that Lin twelve is good at the way of bow and arrow, while the boy in front of him uses a mysterious broken blade that can be called terror.

"No! That guy... That guy seems to be the legendary Lin twelve!"

Suddenly, the leader of the Wu Man Army seemed to realize something. His face suddenly changed and shouted out.

As soon as these words came out, those wuman armies became more and more restless, frightened and flustered, Lin twelve! How could it be him?

At this time, Lintian had already flown away with ABI.