Two figures, one red and one black, collided on the snow-capped mountains, making a violent roar.
Leng Jiu and Xue Lingqiao looked a little worried. Will there be an avalanche if this continues? And they also heard about the Eighteen Sacrifice Formation, what on earth was it?
Hua Ci'er stared blankly at the figures fighting fiercely in the air. She was familiar with Dong Wuli's hoarse and hysterical appearance just now, but she didn't expect that she would still be heartbroken when she saw him again.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away out of grief, isn't it true that she still feels sorry for this man when she hasn't given up on her heart yet?
Hua Ci'er looked back at the eighteen sacrificial maidens. Perhaps, she was indeed a kind woman. Since Feng Qingchen didn't give the soldiers crossing east a way to survive, then she would let the entire Xixi be buried with them.
If you want to die, let¡¯s all die together!
Hua Cier waved the small flag in her hand. The first flag was red. Instantly the sky and the earth changed color, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a burst of red mist spread from the horizon.
"No!" Suddenly, a man rushed over, it was Lie Yan. He waved a cold sword in his hand and rushed straight towards Hua Ci'er, but was stopped by the guards in black.
"Miaomiao, Yu Miaomiao!" Lieyan shouted Yu Miaomiao's name loudly while fighting.
Yu Miaomiao stood there, holding the baby in her arms blankly, as if she couldn't hear it at all.
Lie Yan¡¯s skills are no match for the guards in black, let alone the layers of black guards.
A sword was inserted into Lie Yan's thigh. Lie Yan staggered and fell to the ground.
The black guards rushed forward.
The dumbfounded Yu Miaomiao's eyes suddenly moved. She opened her mouth and made a sound from her throat: "Yan"
Xiao Shiba suddenly started crying, and the loud baby cry echoed throughout the Wuxue Mountain.
There was a rumbling sound not far away, the red sun, white snow and black sky, the miserable cry of a baby and the whimpering of the wind.
Dong Wuli laughed heartily. He raised his hands and held his head high, as if he was enjoying this moment very much: "Perish, Xiqi, the false prosperity you have poured out with the blood of women and your life will eventually lead to destruction. !¡±
Feng Qingchen clenched his hands. He raised his eyes and looked at the red sun on the horizon. Suddenly, the energy in his body surged, and the red clothes on his body flew out like sharp arrows. He stood in the air, his cold eyes faintly With a touch of unspeakable dark red evil, he stared at Hua Ci'er, and then waved a palm towards her.
"Be careful!" Dong Wuli shouted and stood in front of Hua Ci'er.
Feng Qingchen's palm carried the powerful God of War power that could destroy the heaven and earth. Although Dong Wuli took it, his body was so shocked that he stepped back five feet and suddenly crashed into Hua Ci'er's arms. .
Dong Wuli lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Hua Ci'er stared at Dong Wuli blankly. She knew that the man blocked this attack for her, not because he loved her or loved her, but because he wanted her to complete the Eighteen Sacrifice. However, looking at the man, Hua Ci'er was still moved. .
The rumbling sound not far away is getting louder and louder, and the world between heaven and earth is getting darker and darker.
Dong Wuli whispered: "Continue to run the Eighteen Festivals and destroy Xiqi!"
Hua Ci'er clenched her fingers and whispered, "Actually, Feng Qianqian's coffin is in my hands!"
Dong Wuli was stunned for a moment and looked up at her: "What did you say?"
Hua Ci'er smiled bitterly, how much she wanted to destroy that woman's coffin and make Dong Wuli give up forever, but in the end she kept the coffin.
That was Dong Wuli¡¯s last thought. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com